#i'm such a picky bitch when it comes to names

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Happy STS, Anna!

Tell me about one to three of your favorite names — be it of a person, a place, a chapter, a whole work. How did you pick them, and what do you love about them?

Bonus: Is there any placeholder name that stuck and made it into a finished thing?

Happy STS on time, Elli! lol

Names, huh.

I love Alaia's name. (Ah-lie-ah) I just think it's really pretty.

I think Nykim's name is fun, for something I pulled outta my ass on the fly and stuck on the page, thinking no one would give a shit about him. (🤣🤣🤣🤣 joke's on me, glad the name wasn't smth exceedingly dumb lol)

And... the title to my second book, I really really like. Fractured Pieces of a Shattered Soul. I used it as a chapter title in shattered dreams, pulling it from some dialogue, and it just fit the structure of my novel naming set up from the first book so now it gets to be both :)

Bonus: Is there any placeholder name that stuck and made it into a finished thing?

Yup. Hidden Depths was a placeholder name that I gave the story at the end of whumptober 22, not wanting to complete the thing without a name but equally so unsure of what I wanted to call it. jokes on me² - it grew on me :)

[simpingandshitposting]

Okay here me out.

I am positive Denki likes thick women. Like he's definitely not picky, he loves all kinds of women. Big, skinny, tall, short, shaved, unshaved, masculine, feminine, Dom, Sub, you name it and Denki will appreciate it. Certified woman enjoyer. But I feel like big bitches just give him a little extra push yk what I'm saying? Like he'll get delirious if he's smothered by your titties when you're on top. Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself, especially when there's just so much for him to grab on to. He's definitely a proud member of the "please suffocate me with your thighs" club. Your ass could be double the size of his damn face and he will beg and pester you non stop to sit down with your full weight and let him please you with his tongue. He's gonna fuck your thighs and drag his tip across your clit just to tease you and then cum all over your soft belly.

But also. He loves using you as a pillow. Cuddling with a big woman is his favorite thing ever bc you're so warm and soft and he'll fall asleep instantly. He likes grabbing onto a boob or your stomach when he's big spoon. Will put his head in your lap and lay on your thighs anytime of day. And he will constantly remind you how much he loves every single part of you. How pretty you are and how good you make him feel. Won't hesitate to shower you in praise and affection if you're feeling insecure about your body because "that just means there's more of you for him to love." And he means that shit wholeheartedly. And he will pout until you agree with him that you're beautiful. He wants to hear you say it so you understand just how perfect he thinks you are.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and listening to my Denki brain rot. It's much appreciated 💛💛

[scekrex]

YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, major character death (temporarily)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

-

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

-

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

-

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

-

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

[erikahenningsen]

I love your rejanis prompts 🥹 the Leighton/alicia one made me crave bitchy regina lol

Can you do one where they’re at a college party and some frat bro hits on her and she goes off on them, but then some girl on the (your sport of choice) team hits on Regina and she is all baby gay and clueless until Janis points it out to her?

Sometimes Janis wonders if there is anyone who actually enjoys parties, aside from the perpetually inebriated frat bros and jocks who wouldn't know culture if it snapped their lacrosse sticks in half.

But Regina insists on dragging Janis to these dumb parties that she says she has to attend to, like, represent her sorority or something. As if any school-sanctioned organization looks favorably upon rampant underage drinking and likely about ten different fire code violations.

Someday, Janis promises herself, she'll learn to resist Regina's pouting lips and pleading eyes.

Someday.

Janis is following Regina through the house, the air hot with the number of people crammed inside, when a guy in a backwards baseball cap steps in front of Regina, blocking her passage.

"Hey," the guy says, smirking in a way that he likely imagines is charming. "What is your name?"

"Don't worry about it." Regina tries to move past him. but he moves in front of her again.

"Hey, come on," Baseball Cap says. "I'd tell you you're beautiful but beauty comes from the inside, and I haven't been there yet."

Janis gags audibly, and the guy gives her a dirty look. It takes everything Janis has not to pull Regina into a kiss and stuck her tongue down her throat right in from of this guy.

"And you look like you can be bought in bulk," Regina snaps. "Seriously, I've seen at least ten of you tonight. Leave me alone."

Janis bites her lip to keep from jumping in. Regina hates it when Janis fights her battles for her. As if Janis could ever do that.

The smirk on the guy's face morphs into a sour expression. "Whatever, bitch."

Janis bites her lip harder.

"Nice to meet you, too," Regina says, shoulder-checking him as she passes him. Janis does the same, for good measure.

"Are you okay?" Janis murmurs to Regina, as quietly as she can while still being heard.

Regina raises an eyebrow and jerks her thumb over her shoulder. "What, because of him? I'm fine. I need another drink, though."

"Alright," Janis says. She trails after Regina to the kitchen, where every conceivable variety and brand of alcohol litters the counters.

Regina grabs two cups and starts mixing, and Janis lets her—whereas Regina is so picky with her drinks, Janis will drink anything so long as it isn't contaminated.

A tall, lithe girl with long, wavy, dark hair wearing a shirt so skimpy Janis isn't entirely sure it isn't underwear presses against the counter next to Regina, reaching for a bottle of strawberry vodka. Her skin is the kind of tan that comes from actually spending time outside. She's hot, and Janis has to admit that her younger self would feverishly stalk this girl's Instagram at three in the morning.

Wait. She has stalked this girl's Instagram. She's on the basketball team, the only school sport Janis attends. She's dragged Regina to games, but Janis isn't sure Regina ever looked at anything other than her phone.

"'Scuse me," the girl says, straightening up once she has the bottle in her hand.

Regina looks at her, but her slightly annoyed expression evaporates and she just... stares. "Fine," she says, not even getting out a full sentence.

The girl sets the bottle down on the counter and looks Regina up and down with a confidence Janis has only seen in... Regina.

"Hey," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Have we met?"

"No," Regina says. She's still holding the bottle of cranberry juice.

The girl smiles and briefly touches Regina's arm. "Well, it's my lucky night, then. I'm Haley."

"Regina," Regina says, finally having the sense to put the juice down.

"Nice to meet you, Regina," Haley purrs, eyes flicking down Regina's body briefly.

Janis crosses her arms. She's right fucking here, watching her girlfriend get openly hit on, and what is Regina doing?

Staring dumbly at this random girl like she's encountering other humans for the first time.

Someone shouts Haley's name across the room, and she turns to look at a couple of girls waving her over.

"I gotta go, but I hope to see you on the dance floor later, cutie," Haley says with a wink before excusing herself.

"Okay," is all Regina says.

"Um, hello?" Janis waves at Regina. "Remember me?"

Regina frowns. "What?"

"If some girl came up and hit on me in front of you, you'd be pissed," Janis says, raising her eyebrows. Regina's practically mounted her in a bar after a girl danced a little too close to Janis once.

"Huh? She was not hitting on me," Regina denies.

Janis's mouth falls open. "She was so hitting on you. Like, big-time."

Regina's frown deepens. "Are you serious? She was just being nice."

Janis throws her hands up. "How can you not tell?"

Regina looks at the doorway Haley left through uncertainly, biting her lip.

"Think of it this way," Janis says. "If she said all that to me, would you just be chill about it?"

Regina's eyes widen a little. "I... guess not. Sorry."

"She was hot, though, so I get it," Janis says. "Even if it was kind of rude that you just let her flirt with you right in front of me."

There is something almost comical about a girl flirting with Regina so brazenly, when Janis had to coax Regina out of the closet inch by inch, peeling back layers until she finally got to the soft, vulnerable, real Regina at the core.

"Would it make you feel better if I let you make out with me in front of that dickish frat guy?" Regina asks.

Janis shudders. "I fear he'd enjoy that too much."

Regina's nose wrinkles. "I think you're right."

"I'd be happy to make out with you in an alternate location, though," Janis says.

Regina smirks. "I know just the place."

[riddle-rosethorns]

I can't believe I missed the fact that your requests are open! I've failed you, Mr. President... ;_;

Request time: could I get some headcanons for what kinds of music the housewardens listen to?

The Housewardens' Music Taste

Summary: Having your own private dorm room at NRC means having the freedom to blast whatever you want through your speakers. But just what exactly are our dorm leaders listening to when nobody else is around?

Characters: All Housewardens Pairings: None CWs: Swearing, she/they pronouns for Idia.

A/N: I'm sorry this took *checks calendar* almost ten months for me to answer, I promise it hasn't been for lack of interest! Sometimes writing is hard and my brain is mean. Thank you for your patience! These takes are admittedly heavily biased by my own music taste and knowledge, so feel free to let me know if you think I missed any artists!

Riddle Rosehearts

You can't convince me his mom wasn't constantly playing classical music for him when he was growing up. I honestly think he still defaults to classical music, especially to improve his focus while reading or studying.

I also think Cater has definitely exposed him to a lot more modern music and, though he is undoubtedly very picky, there's even some of it he likes.

Artists that come to mind for Riddle include Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Red Velvet, and Mitski.

Leona Kingscholar

For the most part, I'd imagine Leona mostly listens to pretty chill music that's easy to nap to, like R&B or soft rock.

That's not to say he doesn't actively enjoy listening to music though. If he's in the mood to jam, I could see him turning on some hip-hop or even some angry punk music.

Artists that come to mind for Leona include Lil Nas X, Gorillaz, Gym Class Heroes, and The Weeknd.

Azul Ashengrotto

Lounge music feels like the easy answer here. Lots of smooth jazz and easy listening.

However, I also can't resist suggesting that Azul might have a secret fondness for electro-swing that he keeps secret due to the genre's reputation for being considered "cringe".

Artists that come to mind for Azul include Frank Sinatra, Kenny G, Michael Bublé, and Caravan Palace.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim strikes me as one of those guys that would say that he likes every genre of music, only he would actually mean every genre- rap and country included.

That being said, his preference definitely skews heavily in the direction of songs that he can dance to. Bonus points if the composition and instrumentation have a clear Scalding Sands influence.

Artists that come to mind for Kalim include Cascada, Saint Levant, Shakira, and Christina Aguilera.

Vil Schoenheit

For Vil, my brain immediately jumps to all the gayest, poppiest, cunt-serviest stuff I can think of. Imagine every song you and your friends might put on a playlist for pride with some sad girl music sprinkled in for flavor.

Being in Film Studies Club, I'd also imagine he spends a decent amount of time listening to and analyzing movie soundtracks, though whether this counts as part of his "music taste" is up for debate.

Artists that come to mind for Vil include Lady Gaga, Todrick Hall, Britney Spears, and MARINA.

Idia Shroud

This bitch's playlists are absolutely filled with Vocaloid songs, nightcore remixes, anime openings, and video game soundtracks. She is an absolute fucking nerd and I know her music taste reflects this. Let's not forget she is canonically an idol stan.

As for "normal" music, I think they probably listen to about what you'd expect- weird emo shit.

Artists that come to mind for Idia include My Chemical Romance, Utsu-P, Yasuharu Takanashi, and Will Wood.

Malleus Draconia

I genuinely don't even know where to start with Malleus. I feel like this guy listens to Gregorian chants and spooky Halloween sound effect compilations.

In all seriousness, I feel like Malleus would greatly enjoy pieces involving stringed instruments, seeing as he has a talent for playing them. The rest of his music taste probably stems from whatever Lilia and the others have exposed him to, and so is likely very strange.

Artists that come to mind for Malleus include The Correspondents, Burn the Ballroom, Scissor Sisters, and Lindsey Stirling.

[griefabyss69]

steddie rated m or e 😈

not gonna be picky but maybe something inspired by this line: “you would forget your underwear”

Mostly because I believe in my heart that you could write something devastatingly sexy about something so very silly. Congrats on 100 followers!!!

Hiiiii~ this is probably still more silly than sexy but they're like, horny about it <3 So I hope you still enjoy!!! Steddie - Rated: M - 1121 Words

(Full thing under the cut!)

contains: One terrible moment of wordplay and Steve pushing Eddie's buttons (sexy)

"Listen," Eddie begins as he turns his back, hands at his waistband. "I know you've got jock socialization, but maybe close your eyes or something."

Steve hears that, and sure, of course he'll do whatever makes him comfortable – but they've changed in front of each other like a hundred times by now. He could literally go out and buy the exact same brand and size of boxers that Eddie wears if he wanted, if wasn't Sunday and the stores weren't closed.

"Alright," he says, turning his back too for added security. "You wearing something lacy tonight?"

It's a joke.

It's only a joke, but Steve thinks if Eddie said yes then he wouldn't be walking out of this room until his jaw was sore and he owed Eddie a new pair of lace underpants.

It gets a reedy laugh out of him though, makes the awkward air between them a little tense in another way, but sadly Eddie squashes his hopes and dreams before he can get too carried away brainstorming how to convince Eddie in a totally no pressure way that he should let Steve put his mouth on his cock.

"Nah, I uh," Eddie laughs, shaky. "There's just… nothing."

Nothing.

Well, that's a hell of a lot sexier than his boxers, that's for fucking sure.

Steve bites his lip, nods in encouragement before he remembers they're not even facing each other, and puts a smile on his face so it comes through in his voice–

"You would forget your underwear," he says, maybe overkill on the teasing but he practically hears the sizzle of Eddie's blush from here. "You get distracted by a sick guitar riff while getting dressed?"

Eddie groans, and it sounds like he finally bites the bullet, his belt clinking as he works his pants off.

The zipper, the denim brushing against itself, against all of Eddie's bare skin, that's a sound that would get Steve to skip his briefs in the morning.

He'd skip everything else too.

"No, you asshole," he says, but he's got a chuckle in his voice and there's the soft rustle of him pulling a pair of Steve's sweats on. "Just a super-duper miscalculated laundry day."

"Ohhh, I see. You got lazy at the wrong time," he continues to tease, and once he's sure Eddie's not all balls-out, he turns to gauge how red he's made him.

It's not as red as he knows he can get, and he seems tense in a specific way, like that time he got a major hard on in the middle of movie night and nothing he did would get rid of it. Steve still thinks about when he had to jerk off in the upstairs bathroom on slow days at work.

"Hey, I'm usually really good at laundry!" Eddie says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh huh," Steve says, just to be a bitch, even though he believes him, doesn't really care about it either way. "Maybe you didn't forget at all."

Eddie scoffs, kicks at his leg.

"I literally just said I didn't forget. I ran out, and didn't think you'd want my dirty underwear in your bed."

Well… he's right about that.

"So thoughtful of you," he says as dryly as possible. "Do you think it would be sexier if you wore lace in those jeans, or was today sexy enough for you?"

He narrows in on the crimson spilling over his skin like someone tipped over a paint bucket, the way his mouth opens a little bit in shock, the way his eyebrows furrow at him with a hunted look.

Steve could hunt him for real, sink his teeth right in, with how crazy it makes him.

"You talk like that in the locker room, Harrington?" Eddie asks, shifting restlessly, and – okay.

Steve's distracted from the last name thing because Eddie's cock swings when he moves, clearly starting to get hard, totally free under the sweatpants.

"Never," he says, eyes locked in, unable to even pretend he's not pushing like a million buttons right now and hoping nothing blows up in his face. "Answer the question."

"Jesus," Eddie mutters, rubbing his hand over his face. "Are you having fun with this?"

Steve looks up long enough to meet his eyes and give him the most sincere nod he can muster up.

"You're the worst," Eddie laughs, gathering his hair up to get it off of his hot neck, before he lets it all drop in a sweep, way too graceful for the condition it's in. "And… I think they'd be two different kinds of sexy, you can't really make them compete."

It's such an unexpected answer and it also makes so much sense. It's like Eddie's thought about it before, and isn't that something.

"So it was sexy? How long were you free balling?" He asks, taking a step closer just to see what Eddie does.

"All day," Eddie's voice doesn't really crack, but it fries, and Steve wants to push right up against him to see what else he can get it to do. "It was… too uh… I just felt kind of exposed."

God.

"Well, if you still feel like that, you can always borrow some shorts," he says, because while he's riding the line, he wants Eddie to have the option to step back behind it. "Or is it different since you're just in my house?"

Eddie blinks rapidly as if he's building a shield with his eyelashes, making some lightspeed decisions that Steve guesses he'll never hear about.

"I'm okay," he says, shifting from one foot to the other in such a subtle movement that if Steve wasn't studying him then he wouldn't notice the purpose of it. "Also these are a lot softer than my jeans."

Steve laughs, even as he watches the outline of Eddie's shaft twitch. He's getting a little harder.

"Your poor cock," he says, drawing up all of his strength so he doesn't offer to soothe it with his mouth. "It needs to get used to it, huh?"

Eddie's mouth does a wry twist, his eyebrows furrowed like he's perplexed, but there's something brewing in his skull that Steve knows he's going to pretend to hate.

"What, like commando training?" He asks, and Steve bites his lip.

That's actually kind of clever. All of Eddie's worst puns are, because that's how they get stuck in Steve's head.

"You're fucking terrible," he sighs, just to give him the reaction he wants.

Eddie beams.

"Nah, I'm incredible," he says, sarcastically flipping his hair in a way that he used to do to make fun of Steve.

Now he just does it all the time like, ironically, or so he says.

"Incredibly terrible, yes."

[stocious]

weekly tag game!

thank you for tagging me @jrooc! 🫂🖤

Name and A03 handle: kaka, commonthugs

Current Location: sitting on my ass chef 🫡

Favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)?

i had to scroll through my picrew tag but i like this one!

What's one thing you want in a picrew? more sidecuts and more horns. always more horns.

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? i haven't done much i'll be honest. mostly i'm just here screaming at all of you. but i like my magic!mickey au i did with sky.

Why is it your favourite? it was very easy to write! like, i was just kermit typing that shit out, and the world just came to me. i had no questions about it.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? very easy. i stared at my two words and like an hour later i had a whole world in my head. i didn't even get to type out everything i had seen up in the ol' noggin.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? according to ao3 it was light my fire! 🫡

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? gonna echo jess here - things byond mistake. OUF. i still love it though.

Favorite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? grumpy!mickey with a soft heart, dorky!ian, sports apperently, slow burns, resolving the conflict™, but i'll slurp anything up really.

Least favourite? gonna echo jess a little here too, i don't like when in an au they just get together right off the bat. i need to pine and scream and stay up all night to see what happens next. it works sometimes, but mostly i want slow burns to slooow burn.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? a/b/o, never thought i'd get it but here we are. other than that i was never picky too be honest. i'll read anything (and i mean that. i'm in the wierd shit channel @ fic club. and i like it.)

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? mostly i'm just baffed i actually managed to finish something. then i'm excited of course to share it. i'm that bitch who updates every second after i hit post.

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: sky! @transmurderbug they're always so helpful and even if they don't know what i'm talking about (ehehhe) they always offer to help and talk it out. sky gets me.🖤🫂

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? bury my nose in a comfort fic, like cg, tipdig, dad, swa, bsn, ycbm, it depends on the mood.

tags below the cut!

if you wanna do it, you've been tagged! @transmurderbug @sleepyheadgallavich @creepkinginc @celestialmickey @mybrainismelted

@crossmydna @energievie @blue-disco-lights @wehangout @suzy-queued

@mmmichyyy @vintagelacerosette @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx

aaand anyone else MUWAH

[avenging-fandoms]

My Guy, My Angel

This is a part 2 of this fic I wrote and a second part was requested immensely.

tags: @wonderheartz @aphrcdites @hazehepburn @ssacharcoalgrey @hereforpedritopascalito @soulbounded-bylove @jessieisinafunk @auberosier @hrrhrr @one-sweet-gubler @sydney-1209

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Pedro started to hate Starbucks. It wasn't your coffee. Any coffee or coffee shop. No matter what brand, flavor, anything he tried. It wasn't from you. It wasn’t made with your love, your touch. Your smile made the coffee taste better, as he always told you.

He painted a smile on his face every camera he was in front of. He put on a good front that he was okay, but he was hurting. He walked out on the one person who made him feel safe, all because his brain made him worry.

Pedro thanked his driver and headed into his house, throwing his suitcase on the floor and falling on his couch. He laid in the dimmed room in silence for a few minutes before pulling out his phone. He found a flower store and a big bouquet of roses to be delivered to you the next day.

Your first full day back at work after everything happened with Pedro, and you still didn't want to go. But you owned the place, so you had to go in.

As soon as you walked in, you noticed the flowers on the counter and smiled. "Guys, this is so sweet. Thank you"

"These aren't from us" Danielle smiles and your stomach drops. You grab the vase and practically run into your office, locking the door. You search through the petals for a card, and you finally found the small son of a bitch.

"My angel. I'm sorry for everything. Call me."

You fell slowly in your chair, a smile on your face as tears fall down your cheeks. You laugh into your hand as you stare at the card, wiping your cheeks and grabbing your phone. Your thumb hovered over the call button under Pedro's name, but you accidentally pressed it while violently shaking.

It rung once. twice. And a third time.

Pedro's knuckles softly knocked on the metal door, keeping his head down until you opened your door. "Hi"

"Hello Pedro" you nod and step aside, Pedro coming in. "Anything to drink? Wine, water?" he slid off his jacket and hung it up, kicking off his shoes at the door.

“A wine sounds great, actually” he half smiles and you nod, turning around and grabbing a glass. You stood on your tip toes to try and grab another glass, but it was no use. “I can grab- oh okay” you climbed on the counter and Pedro stood behind you, helping you get down and letting his hands linger on your hips.

“I got it, Pedro. I’ve been getting things myself for a while now. Couple weeks” you kept the passive aggressive comment at a low tone, but it still stung Pedro. He deserved it.

“Right.. sorry” the room fell silent and the glugging of the wine splashing into the glass. You gave Pedro his wine, and he brushed his fingers against yours. “Thanks”

You pick up your glass and held it out to him, and he clicked it with a smile. You tried to hide yours but you let it slip when you took a sip.

“You know I am a baker, not a chef. So unless you want to eat banana bread, cupcakes and cookies for dinner with wine, I’d say let order something out” you head to the couch and Pedro turns his body and leans his elbow on the island as he watches you.

You take out the menus and open them, looking at Pedro. “Are you going to come pick something out?” you ask and he nods, sitting next to you.

He was almost a cushion away. He was nervous. He was scared. His eyes had a permanent puppy dog look where he already hurt you once, he was petrified to do it again.

"You can come closer, P. I know you can't see that well" you wink and he moves closer. Your thigh was touching his. This was all you got after weeks and weeks of silence. You wanted more, you needed more.

"I'm feeling.. hmph" you smile and lean back in the cushion. "What?"

"Always so picky, Pedrito" you sigh and he hits your knee. He looks at all the menus, picking up menu from the burrito place a couple streets away. "Good choice"

You ordered the food and Pedro watched every second. The way you played with your necklace nervously as you talked on the phone. Chewing your lip and letting your sentences fade.

You hung up and put your phone on the coffee table, grabbing your wine and laying back on the couch with Pedro. The room was quiet. You were waiting for someone to break it. You knew it had to be you.

"So.. 45 minutes for our food. What should we do in the meantime?" you ask and he inhales.

"We should.. talk about what happened" you raise your eyebrows as you swallow the rest of your wine, putting the glass down in the table rather aggressively. "But I'm not going to talk to you when you're angry"

"I have every right to be angry" your head whips in his direction and he sits up. "You left me. Not an explanation call, text. Nothing. 3 weeks I watched you on my tv. Phone. Laptop. The tvs in my coffee shop!"

Tears were falling. From the both of you.

"You left me, Pedro. And that hurt me.." you inhale and get up, wiping your face. You turn 180 and look at Pedro who was still sitting on the couch. "I have never felt a pain like that before"

You looked at him with a trembling chin as he set his wine glass down slowly and wiped his face, looking at you and standing up. "I know. I know it hurt you. Instead of telling you what was going on, I just left"

"And didn't speak to me for 3 weeks" you crossed your arms and he walked past you, sitting at the seat against the island.

"A guy my age has experienced.." he raised his hand as he tried to get the words out, but tears came out of his instead. He dropped his hand and lightly slapped his thigh. "A great amount of loss. People leaving me. And.. and that night, the finale, you looked at me and all I saw was every way I could lose you"

The air was thick. His words were letters swimming in the air. His tears couldn't stop. You slowly stepped towards him, opening his legs and stepping in between them. Pedro immediately leaned his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly into him like you could melt into his skin.

"Calm down, Pedro. Breathe. It's okay" you whisper as you rub his back, your breaths becoming synced as he listened to your words. "Thank you for explaining why, Pedro" your hand held his cheeks, his teary puppy eyes watching you in awe. "But I would never.. ever.. leave or abandon you. You are someone I met for the first time and knew you would be a big part of my life. And you are. I am in love with watching you do what you do"

Pedro smiles, hugging you again. "Thank you for not hating me"

"That's ridiculous. I could never hate you, my Pedrito" you hold his cheeks again and rub your thumbs over his beard, feeling his breath on your mouth. "Friends can kiss, right?"

Pedro smiled, hand rubbing over your chest and holding the side of your neck. "I think we're past that" his thumb laid on your jaw under your ear as he pulled you in, the other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. "I've missed you so much, my angel"

You smile, pressing your nose against his as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I missed you more, my guy" he smiles and pushes his head forward, finally connecting your lips together.

Pedro's fears and worries seemed to fade as he melted into the shape of your mouth. He saw bright colors and his brain only saw the good parts of life with you. And it was all he ever dreamed of.

You.

[cozymoko]

Hello!! I’m so glad to see that you’re back online and taking requests once more! Can I ask for some HCs with Gojo Satoru with a S/O he always loves to push? I just love the idea of a super gentle, calm person who always tries to not show how truly possessive they can be getting stuck with someone like Gojo as a partner, who will of course notice their buried possessiveness and try to eagerly make them give into that and mark Gojo up a bit

(In his mind he’s like “Omg this could be such a fun game!! Imagine if they actually kabedon me due to their jealousy ahh” and Readers just like “I’m a monster who’s toxic and unhealthy :((” completely unaware Gojo is VERY into it)

SECRETLY POSSESSIVE S/O

Note: Hi hi hi! I'm glad to be back.

Featuring: Gojo Satoru

Format: Headcanons, 2nd person

WARNING(S): Possessive behavior, not proofread.

LINKS: Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Now don’t get him wrong, GOJO SATORU is in no way a picky man when it comes to relationships. He just happened to fall for a very tranquil, kind-hearted person who is always sweet to those around them…Or so he thought.

I jest; you are all those things and many, many more it seems. But he didn't come to this decision by himself — oh no, he'd quite a few “hints” to help him out along the way.

Exhibit A: The two of you decided to use one of your very limited off days to spend time together in the city. Upon your arrival, GOJO was immediately swarmed by a group of fans, consisting of mainly teenage girls, who were practically drooling all over him. Being a rather powerful sorcerer yourself, you had your fair share of admirers. But that didn't excuse their strange behavior. Your relationship was public for Christ's sake!

You gently grab his arm, leading him from the group of girls in a rush. The polite smile on your lips was a bit strained and your nails were just barely grazing his skin. He'd almost brushed it off; well until he heard some very peculiar words leave your lips. “Do I have to marry him for these bitches to stay in their place or what? It's absolutely ridiculous.”

But he chose to ignore it.

Exhibit B: The afternoon the two of you were assigned a very important mission. But as always, SATORU can't seem to keep his attention in one place; so here you are, waiting in front of a Taiyaki vendor for the Jujutsu sorcerer, bored out of your mind. Once growing impatient, you push through the thin glass doors to retrieve him yourself.

But the first thing you saw was some chick holding GOJO'S hand dangerously close to her breasts and you were pissed. You approached the two with long strides before slapping the woman's hand away, leaving a stinging sensation in your wake. Your glare was hot, scorching even, as you stared her down as though she was nothing more than a spec of dirt beneath your feet.

“I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch my partner, M. I. N. E, or I might just have to teach you a lesson.”

That was all the proof he needed.

AFTER FINDING OUT:

“Hey honey, I think we need to have a talk about yesterday.”

The seriousness of his tone made your blood run cold. What happened; did he dislike the side of you that he saw? Is he genuinely upset with your actions? “Why didn't you show me that sooner~?” Bitch what?

Yes, he was a little bit annoyed at you for keeping such a wonderful secret from him; but I digress. Now's not the time to focus on the past when a new challenge has risen: Operation “Getting a (few) hickeys from {Name}” is now ago!

However, knowing you, this wasn't going to be easy.

While not being the type to make someone jealous, he will do his damnedest to get under your skin in other ways. For example, teasing; tugging the collar of his loose shirt, merely enough for you to see before saying, “Haah...My neck is awfully lonely right now; If only someone would bless me wish some kisses~!”

When you finally decided to give him some hickeys, it's over. Satoru is moaning so loud that you're sure the neighbors can hear you. It's mainly to tease you but he genuinely enjoys your possessive side. Having his significant other hold him so dearly is all he could ever want.

He's never been so grateful for his pale skin in his life. Don't even think for a second that he won't show them off! Low cut shirts, unnecessary tugs on his collar when he's around his students, and even openly converse about it. He truly has no shame.

You could hardly look your students in the eye due to his perverted acts!

At the end of the da y, GOJO will show you just how attractive he finds your possessiveness. After all, the last thing he wants is for his beloved to beat themself up over something so insignificant.

[msue0027]

Can i be picky, pricky, mean and bitch a little? Pretty please?

So, I've watched x-men apocalypse (wow, I'm soo early to this party). It was nice, and look, there's my country (so of course I'm gonna have opinions). And well. I've been reading fanfics, and as i skim thru the tags i see Nina Gurzsky, and then again, and hm again, and who tf is Nin... Oh, NINA, as in Erik's daughter. Wait, Gurzsky?

What kind of surname is that? Because it's not Polish. (but we can fix that.)

I know in comics Magda is of Romani ancestry but i don't remember it being mentioned in the movie? So i guess she's polish-polish. And "Gurzsky" looks like she's 4th or 5th generation of emmigrants to america, has let everyone pronounce the name anyhow which led to diff spelling, and doesn't speak polish anymore.

(Really, who came up with that name, I'd like a word. What was your reasoning, your reasearch, the background you came up for Magda? Maybe it makes sense and is justified to be like that? Maybe I'm wrong, don't have all the info, misunderstood something? Then I'm really sorry.)

Nonetheless, let us begin. Gurzsky

So i guess anglophones just skip this surname all together, but let's try to read it. It would be something like goo-zh-ski or goor-zz-ski. Both are bad and hard to pronounce. Why is the "z" there? Why complicate it unnecessarily? Let's drop it (some ppl would do it anyway, even if it being there was justified, it's called simplification and it happens when there's many hard consonats next to each other, or something, i'm half asleep). My brain did it intuitively upon reading this name. It shouldn't be there. There's no reason i could see. So it's Gursky now.

Ehh. How many times? "-ski" is traditional ending of a polish surname, and used to indicate nobility. "-sky" is traditional transliteration from cyrylic alphabet, it's for the russian surnames. (And the ending "-sky" came there from Poland.) (I'm very passionate about that, sorry not sorry. But don't get me started at another polish surname "-cki" bc americans always pronounce it wrong. That “c” is separate letter and not just “k”, and i don't think i can find corresponding sound in english language (so you might be forgiven) and i don't want to bombard you with IPA (never mind, next day me kinda wants, so, it’s like “ts”, or german “z”), especially that it's not main topic of that post. But really, you could put some effort. We know the language is very different from your own, with weird sounds, but please, try. We're gonna love you for that. For one word. Anything really. Well, you already know “kurwa”, so maybe one more. Sorry, i digress.) So, it's "-ski", but not really. This type of surname changes based on gender. "-ski" is masculine, and "-ska" is feminine. Yes, not always, there are women with “-ski” and men with “-ska”, but then it does not flex at all (same form for both genders). You just have to ask. But that's minority. So now it's Gurska.

And surnames don't have to follow general rules of orthography and flexion, they can have their own unique spelling and way of decletion, you need to ask the bearer of the name. But. They still usually do. So looking at that name? It begs to be the deriving from mountains: góry. So it should be Górska. Pronounced: goor-skah. Now it is a Polish name. A good one.

So. I'm gonna use this name for that little family. It's canon for me now. Magda Górska and Nina Górska, and Erik was going under Henryk Górski. (Kinda cute if you ask me.)

Oof, I'm done. That was long. Thanks for coming to my little ted-talk, hope you enjoyed :))

(ps. i have rewatched scenes set in Poland, and Erik actually intrudeces himself as Henryk Górski, which means i was right but also why have a made this long-ass analysis? It was fun tho, and too much of my half asleep brain power went into this not to post it.)

[csigeoblue]

Double Date Part 2 - Roy Kent x Platonic!Reader (Ted Lasso)

A/N: Roy being the bestest friend and keeping you safe. Part 1 It was pretty late when you made it inside Nelson Road. You kept your hoodie up to try to cover as much of your face as you could. Grateful the guy who lived in the Stadium let you in the door after you mentioned Roy's name without asking any questions Walking through the tunnels with the lights flickering only enhanced your sense of dread. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched even though you knew no one else was there at this time of night. While you didn't have a good plan, you knew you could hide in the boot room since it had the most privacy and leave through the tunnels in the morning before the team arrived.

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Yeah you could've called Roy but it was late and you didn't want to put him out over this. He'd told you a thousand times that Luke was bad news but you swore up and down he wasn't anything other than a gentleman. What a liar you turned out to be. By the time you made it inside to the boot room, your adrenaline had faded. You finally felt safe and curled up on the floor behind the boot wall.

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When Will showed up in the morning, he was ready to tackle the day. Although he never quite won over Nate Shelley while he was around, the Greyhounds had been very receptive to his little improvements he'd made to Nate's processes. Because of this he liked to start off the day in the locker room reviewing everything he'd set out the night before and sprayed a lavender scent there and in the boot room to start the day off right. Not today though. Upon entering the boot room, he knew something was off. There were dirt tracks left on his floor! He followed them cautiously around the corner of the boot wall to find... you. fast asleep. Oh wait are those scrapes on your face?! Blood? Oh dear. Will checked his watch and knew that the coaches should be here any minute. For now, you didn't show any signs of waking but the room was chilly so he took towel and laid it gently around you in case you were cold. With that he left the room as quietly as he could to find Roy ideally but Ted would do too.

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"Ey, uh.. Coach Kent?" Roy continued ignoring Will who'd stood at his door for 5 minutes already before saying anything.

"Coach, Sorry to disturb you so soon after you've arrived but you're needed in the Boot Room." Will fumbled his way through the sentence but he finally got Roy's attention.

"Why the fuck would I need to go to the fucking smellyarse Boot Room first the in the fucking morning?" Roy didn't yell but Will was nodding along polite as he is. He took a deep breathe and finally told the whole truth.

"Because I found your friend Y/F/N Y/L/N in there asleep when I came in this morning with her face a little cut up. Coach, I think she spent the night here."

Roy was up and out of his chair before Will could even finish his sentence once he said you were the reason he was needed in the boot room. Fuuucking hell. What did that prick do to you?

His answer came shortly after that thought as you started mumbling and twitching in your sleep.

He had been just so angry that evening. Ever since that double date, things got worse. He was mean and a little picky before but that night when you arrive home he slammed the door and turned on you, shoving you to the ground. You felt your heart leap into your throat afraid that he would come back so you locked yourself in the bathroom until he went to bed.

"You fucking bitch, you tried to upstage me with your friends huh?" CRASH. There goes the lamp from your coffee table falling into pieces on the floor.

"No no, that wasn't it. I didn't want them to think you were mean when you called your trainees idiots is all. I was trying to fix it. I'm sorry I'm sorry."

"You think I'm mean? You were trying to fix me? I am the best damn thing to ever happen to you. Where would you be without me?" CRASH except this time the glass he threw at the wall was too close to your face and the some shards ricocheted off the wall scraping your face a bit. It was in that moment that you woke up with a start arms flailing, knocking the blanket Will had draped over you away.

"Don't touch me!" Roy's heart broke as he watched you take in your surroundings as you realized you weren't in that horrid memory but at Nelson Road with him in front of you arms up in surrender.

He stayed right where he was as you took deep breathes to try to calm your breathing but it wasn't working. Your panic was increasing instead of subsiding. As you dropped your head on your knees and wrapped your arms around your legs to form a ball, Roy sat down next to you taking you under his arm so you were curled up against him. He texted Keeley.

RK: Y/N is here. It's bad. I don't car what she says she can't go back to that prick. He hurt her. She's going to stay with us for a bit. That okay w u?

KJ: Ofcourse love! Fuck that piece of shit. Do you need me to come there?

RK: Not yet, I've got them for now. Can you ready the guest room just in case? *Keeley reacted with a heart emoji.

Roy smlied at his phone and then pulled you closer.

"Fuck that guy. Fuck what happened. I'm here and you're safe."

[youatemylollipop]

Hello! Headcanons and scenarios for Mikey with a s/o that is not a touchy/affectionate person please? Like she doesn’t mind affection, but it has to be her who initiates first. I’d also like to add that she might seem cold and distant (maybe even haughty) but is actually very sweet and sensitive. Doesn’t like to fight and does not accept people overstepping her boundaries.

She accepts the fact that he’s a gang leader, but is a pacifist at heart and only accepts violence when it is required. Does not want to be involved in his gang issues, like participating in their fights and such. Can be rather distant and prefers to be alone most of the time. Does not enjoy hanging out in larger groups and prefers to be in smaller, if not with only one person. Is blunt and does not filter her words. Is a bit childish and can look pretty air-headed, but is actually really smart and is good at reading people.

She’s really picky with whom she interacts with and is because of this viewed as a bitch by many guys in her school. Like they find her attractive and would want to date her, but are afraid that she’ll reject them and will because of this insult her and call her names. She doesn’t react nor care. She is still very picky but has self esteem issues and can sometimes have very unhealthy coping mechanisms. I’d also like to add that she has a very unhealthy relationship with her mom, and has also poor eating habits because her mom kind of forced her to keep a good figure.

It’s just that I’ve been going through a lot recently and this person kinda represents me in some way. I guess that what I want is some kind of comfort with my comfort character, who is Mikey. I understand if this is to much and you don’t have to answer. Have a good day!

A/N: I’m sorry to hear that you've been going through a tough time, but I'm glad that you have a comfort character in Mikey. ☺️ I'd be happy to provide some headcanons and scenarios for Mikey with a significant other who is not touchy/affectionate and has some complex issues.

Ft: Sano Manjirō (Tokyo Revengers).

Sano Manjirō

➵ Mikey understands and respects his significant other's boundaries when it comes to affection. He is a perceptive person and is able to pick up on subtle cues from her to know when she is comfortable with physical contact. He doesn't push her to be more affectionate than she wants to be and is patient in waiting for her to initiate.

➵ When they are alone together, Mikey likes to show his affection through small gestures like cooking for her or bringing her favorite snacks. He knows that she prefers to be alone most of the time, but he wants to make sure that she knows he cares about her and is there for her when she needs him.

➵ Mikey also understands his significant other's pacifist nature and does not pressure her to get involved in his gang issues. He knows that violence is not something that she enjoys or is comfortable with, and he respects her decision to stay out of it.

➵ Despite her cold and distant demeanor, Mikey is able to see through his significant other's tough exterior and knows that she is actually very sweet and sensitive. He appreciates her honesty and bluntness, and he enjoys spending time with her even if she prefers smaller groups.

➵ He’s supportive of his significant other's self-esteem issues and unhealthy coping mechanisms. The gang leader encourages her to seek help if she needs it and is always there to listen to her when she needs to talk.

➵ He is aware of his significant other's strained relationship with her mother and tries to be a source of comfort for her. He understands that family issues can be difficult to navigate and he wants to make sure that she knows she is not alone.

➵ Mikey is protective of his significant other and does not tolerate anyone disrespecting her. He knows that she is viewed as a b*tch by some guys at school, but he doesn't let their words affect her. He reminds her that she is strong and capable, and he is always there to defend her if she needs it.

It was a hot summer day in Tokyo when Mikey decided to pay his girlfriend a surprise visit. He had noticed that she had been distant lately. Mikey, being the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang, had a lot on his plate, but he still made time to visit her.

As he walked up to her apartment, he could hear her voice coming from inside, she was on the phone with someone. He stopped outside the door and listened for a moment, but he couldn't hear much. Finally, he knocked on the door and waited for her to answer.

When she opened the door, he could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were stained with tears. He frowned and asked her what was wrong.

She tried to put on a brave face, but he could tell she was struggling. "Nothing, it's nothing," she said, but her voice was trembling.

Mikey stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked around the apartment, noticing that it was tidy and well-organized, as usual. "What's going on, [Name]-chin?" he asked again, more firmly this time.

She sighed and sat down on the couch, and Mikey sat down next to her. "It's just... my mom," she said, looking down at her hands.

Mikey knew that she had a problematic relationship with her mother, but he didn't know the details. He waited for her to continue.

"She’s been making me feel... small, I guess," she said, still not looking at him. "She keeps telling me that I'm not good enough, that I need to lose weight, that I need to dress differently... and I know it's stupid, but... I just can't help feeling like she’s right. Like I'm not good enough for you, or for anyone."

Mikey's heart sank. He had never seen her like this before. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, trying to comfort her. "Hey, hey," he said softly. "You're perfect the way you are. You don't need to change for anyone. And you're definitely good enough for me."

She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a small sob. "I know, I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard... you know? When someone you love doesn't think you're good enough..."

Mikey held her close and rubbed her back soothingly. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle. "But you have to remember that you're not defined by what other people think of you. You're your own person, and you're amazing just the way you are. And I love you for who you are, not for what you look like or how much you weigh."

She sniffled and looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "You really mean that?" She asked, her voice small.

"Of course I do," he said, giving her a small smile. "I love you, [Name]-chin. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

She smiled back at him, her eyes still watery. "Thank you," she said, sniffling again. "I'm sorry for being so distant lately. I just... didn't want to burden you with my problems."

Mikey shook his head. "You're never a burden, [Name]-chin. I want to help you through this. Whatever you need, just tell me."

She leaned in and kissed him softly, her hands on his chest. "Thank you," she whispered. "I love you.”

[spicyseonghwas]

nobody likes you anyways

pairing :: jung jaehyun x male reader genres/au's :: smut, college au viewer rating :: 18+ ; sexual content content warnings :: cursing, name calling, hate sex sorta, throat fucking, hair pulling, degrading sorta, reader is a shit talker lmao, implied adhd!reader network tag @preciousillusions-net word count :: 682

jung jaehyun had always had a way with love and sex. it was the easiest thing ever for him to navigate and deal with, even easier than the many heartbreaks he'd suffered in his life. and he had always considered himself a pansexual of sorts; he had never really been very picky about who he loved.

but l/n m/n was a completely different story.

you were a complete mess. you were absolutely chaotic. you were loud, extremely charismatic and eccentric, and you were an absolute fatmouth. you could never seem to stop talking shit about everyone around you, and very word that came out of your mouth made jaehyun shake with rage.

you were absolutely impossible to be around.

which was why he was so exhausted already after only having been trapped in the library with you for an hour.

"do you ever shut the fuck up??" jaehyun snapped, whipping around to stare daggers into your disgustingly bubbly smile.

"hMMMMMM..." you feigned, "NOPE!" and a playful scream and a laugh escaped your lips as you dodged the third book jaehyun had pelted at you in the past hour.

"if you don't shut the fuck up i'm going to fistfuck your throat." jaehyun hissed, his glare making you freeze. your incessant giggles faltered for a moment before your confidence came back, one single word coming out of your mouth.

"bet."

jaehyun didn't answer for a long moment, simply staring into your eyes, a multitude of emotions you couldn't quite identify flitting through the other boy's unusually warm, chocolate-brown eyes.

"alright, mr. snappy." jaehyun quipped. "you really want it?" he asked.

you nodded.

jaehyun smirked.

"get your bitch-ass over here and take it."

~+~

your face continued to get bright red, your eyes, rolling back into your skull before they fluttered closed as your face continued to get hotter and hotter. you groaned like an animal, the sound making jaehyun's cock vibrate as he fucked your throat. he chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening. you let loose another whoreish moan that was muffled by jaehyun's cock, and your pride skyrocketed through the roof as jaehyun groaned, his already painfully tight grip on your hair tightening again until your scalp sort of started to sting.

"you like this, you little bitch?" jaehyun asked smugly, smirking snarkily.

as your mouth was stuffed with cock, your only response was another moan, this one sluttier than the last.

jaehyun growled like a beast, signalling you that his release was coming soon. you smirked internally, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. you closed your eyes again, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing your tongue flat against the bottom of jaehyun's cock to drag him closer to his release.

jaehyun bit his lip and held back a whimper that would not hold up well with his reputation, pulling harder on your hair as he blew his load into your mouth.

"you're such a slut," jaehyun said smugly, "you talk so much big shit, but you'll shut up in a second if it means you get to have your throat fucked. hm?"

you giggled, nodding your head with an innocent smile that caught jaehyun completely off guard.

"...why are you smiling? i just insulted you--" he started, but you cut him off, rolling over on top of him and slamming your lips onto his. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"y'know the reason i take your bullying is because i think you'd be a lot hotter if you'd just quit being an absolute dick, right?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows playfully with a grin and a giggle when jaehyun gave you the weirdest, most innocently confused look.

"...what-" jaehyun started, but then cut himself off. "you do know that's literally the most wrong, stupid, dangerous, self-abusive, idiotic thing you've ever said?!?"

"yes, jaehyun, i'm aware that i'm an idiot."

"...i have nothing to say. no comment."

you giggled.

"you could fuck my throat again~" you prompted.

"...or i could just punch you?" he replied hopefully, but with a giggle of his own this time.

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[door]

for the book worm post: 5, 20, 47!

hi! thank you for these asks, i'm not having a good day and it's a blessing to be distracted. (here is the ask post)

5. Favorite science fiction sub-genre(s). (dystopian, superhero, aliens etc.)

this will not come as a shock to anyone who has met me, but it's mystery. murder mystery of the golden age type in particular. i love a "locked room mystery but the room is a space ship." the british library put out a sci-fi mystery story collection which i greatly enjoyed called future crimes if anyone else is interested.

20. Where and how do you find new books to read?

alllllll over. i pay attention to what my friends are reading. a few years ago i dropped a bunch of near-strangers from twitter into a discord chat with me and forced them to talk about books and that is still paying mad dividends. (i also get to go to a lot of gay weddings.) i read reviews in the nyt (which i have access to through work), on blogs and in newsletters, and for nonfiction i watch my professional org's official reviews (lots of places publish these and i highly recommend seeking them out if you have a particular area of interest!) in particular i recommend my friends becca and ray as reviewers, and always enjoy it when fahye drops a list of recs.

i pay for storygraph which gets me recommendations in a variety of categories. i hunt for queer mystery/romances a lot on hoopla (which my library has), because people rate things on it, books are available immediately, and i prefer the search interface to libby's. i also browse a LOT. i am good friends with the folks who own my local record/book store, so i pick up a lot of things on faith from them. i never ever pass up a used bookshop. i am a picky bitch and i know it but i try to keep my eyes and ears wide open all the time for books.

47. What are the last three books you read?

Death in the Spires by KJ Charles (looooooooooooved it)

A Bontanist's Guide to Parties and Poisons by Kate Khavari (borrowed to listen to on the drive to a conference with my coworker but genuinely had a great time and will be reading the next one. i'm weak for an interwar setting and a main character who will poison herself in the name of Science)

Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall (queer regency fantasy romance narrated by Puck. very fun)

[zuzuzuko]

Tim and Damian each for: 5, 14, 21.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Okay, this was actually super hard to answer because I don't actually have like playlists for my fave characters. But these are the songs I went with. These aren't songs that I think are specifically about the character or apply to their lives/situations in any way.

I just think these are songs that they would like by bands that they would like. I actually think Damian and Tim would have pretty compatible music tastes tbh. I think Damian would have a more varied music taste while Tim is more of a music snob. Also I think both Damian and Tim would be really into My Chemical Romance but they would for sure argue over which album is the best album.

Tim:

Live and Let Die (specifically the cover by Guns N' Roses)

Damian:

Planetary (GO!) by My Chemical Romance

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Okay, so I LOVE fashion but I don't know what any of the fashion aesthetic names are so I made pinterest boards because I'm an insane person and I love visuals.

Tim:

I think Tim has a very 90s skater boy fashion. He looks at a shirt and thinks "I'm gonna cut the sleeves off that and then wear it over a different shirt" ya know. Like the fits they draw him in in the early Robin 93' comics are genuinely his vibe. Some of the outfits below are too cool for Tim in my opinion but I just think that if he's trying to look nice he'd tuck his multiple shirts into his pants.

Damian:

Damian, in my opinion, would very much care about his appearance. Not in a "worried-about-what-people-think-of-me" way but in like a general just like... he just wants to look nice way idk how to describe it. BUT he also wants to be comfy. So I think he would have a very "polished-and-clean-but-still-comfy" vibe. I also think he would like darker colors and maybe like muted earth tones. Also I think he should accessorize because that's fun but I could also see him thinking accessories to an outfit are frivolous so.

As for your last one. I'm not a writer so I'll answer 22 instead.

22. if you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Tim:

I love when writers tap into how Tim can be a petty bitch sometimes.

Something I hate: When writers woobify him and make him like this helpless victim character that cries about everything.

Damian:

I think a good writer for Damian has to actually have a good understanding of his character. I actually find it super hard to find good Damian fics because I'm VERY picky.

I think there needs to be a good balance of him being very blunt and direct and kinda mean at times with the fact that he's always trying to do what he thinks is right and that he is good. Also there is always a logic behind Damian's actions.

Something I hate: When people make him just like this kid with a sword that constantly is on the verge of killing people/wanting to kill people???????

[leftoverenvy]

Contaminated - Part 3

Summary: Emily and JJ's marriage is in shambles, so Emily turns to an unlikely source of comfort: her student.  To add gasoline to the fire, Emily starts an affair.  A songfic inspired by Contaminated by BANKS.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x OC; Prof! Emily x POC OC; Emily Prentiss x Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Warnings: smut (18+); power dynamic; age gap (unspecified – but all over 18); power imbalance; professor - student; cheating; marital arguing

Word Count: 4.5k

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Part 3

I shuffled us inside to get out of the cold.  As she brushed past me, her perfume washed over me, and I inhaled deeply.  I was intoxicated by her very presence – her sweet scent was not helping.  I heard her soft gasp as we walked through the foyer.  I looked up to watch her gape at the Christmas tree.

"It's gorgeous," she complimented in awe.  She stopped in her tracks to admire the lights and ornaments.  "It's decorated so beautifully."  I bristled.  I couldn't help but think it a hideous symbolization of my wife's absence.  At the reminder of my wife, I surreptitiously removed my wedding band and slid it in my pocket.  My stomach turned at my action, yet I did nothing to correct it.  The guilt boiling in my stomach wasn't enough to make me put it back on.

"Come on," I coaxed her away from the tree.  "Let's warm up some milk for cocoa."  I tugged on her arm to drag her to the kitchen.

I moved towards the fridge and asked, "How hot do you like it?"

"Huh?" she asked, a bit breathless.  I was pleased to see her eyes darkening with what looked like lust.

I smirked at the innuendo.  "Your milk."

"Oh uhm," she bit her lip, "I'm not picky."

"Noted."  I winked and turned back to grab some milk.  She chuckled nervously behind me.  I splashed some milk in a mug and threw it in the microwave, splashing it over the sides.  I couldn't care less about the milk or the mess.  I didn't bring her here for cocoa.

I felt like a predator closing in on its prey.  I stepped closer, her scent overtaking my senses once again.  She was like a drug – one hit wasn't enough.  My hand caressed her hip, looping a finger in her belt loop to tug her closer.  Her hips connected with mine and I stepped further into her space, trapping her between my body and the counter.  Her soft, surprised exhale washed over my lips.  I touched my nose to hers, my own lips parting in anticipation. 

Her head tilted back; her full, bottom lip just barely brushed mine.  I warred with myself for the last time.  Her hip felt so good curved against the palm of my hand.  The breath from her soft pants tasted so sweet.  But I wasn't free to be with her like this.  How had JJ so easily thrown away our marriage?  Had she ever felt this guilt when she fucked someone else?  Could I tuck my own guilt away long enough to follow through with this?

Her lips connected with mine, and I knew.  Yes, yes I could tuck it away.  Her hum buzzed against my lips, tickling them slightly.  I squeezed her hip as I pressed her further into the counter.  "Is this okay?" I whispered against her lips.

She pulled away breathlessly.  "I thought about this every day in class," she admitted shamelessly.  As I pushed my tongue in her mouth, I idly wondered what her final grade in the class was if she had really been so distracted.  I realized I would have no way of looking it up later because I never bothered to learn her name. 

My stomach flipped pleasantly at the danger of this situation.  She wasn't mine to have; she was forbidden fruit.  And here I was, stealing a taste of her sweet innocence anyway.  I had complete control over her.  The power rushed to my head.  It was dizzying – it was addictive.

I nipped harshly at her bottom lip.  "What did you think about?"  I needed to know more.  I needed to hear exactly how much she wanted me.  To give her the chance to respond, I trailed my lips down her jaw line, sucking slightly at the hollow where her jaw met her neck.

She inhaled sharply and then sighed.  I continued down her neck, my tongue snaking out to taste every inch of her that I could.  Her gentle moan vibrated her throat beneath my lips.  I scraped my teeth up her neck and pulled her ear lobe between my lips.  "This," she gasped.  "I thought about this," she panted as her fingers tangled in my hair.

My thumb continued to rub back and forth across her hip bone as I sucked the skin of her neck.  I cupped her jaw and pulled her mouth back to mine.  My hand creeped under her shirt, and I was shocked by how smooth her skin was.  My fingertips had a mind of their own.  All they could focus on was feeling more of her impossibly soft skin. 

"Come upstairs with me," I demanded.

She looked up at me with wide eyes, and I lost myself in their warm depths.  I could see galaxies in her eyes, a possibility of traversing forbidden paths.  I was past the point of no return, past the point of penance for this unforgivable transgression.  She nodded stiffly, her bottom lip once again between her teeth.  I pressed my thumb against it softly and tugged it free.  I kissed her softly to ease the sting from her nervous habit and pulled her forward to guide us upstairs.

We stumbled our way up the stairs, more than once toppling into the wall.  Neither of us could be bothered to look where we were going.  My focus was entirely on getting her naked and underneath me.  My brain, so dazed from lust, only half-registered the irony from me crashing into JJ and I's family portrait while taking another woman to bed.

Once upstairs, I pushed her into the threshold of my bedroom, sucking harshly at her neck.  She'd definitely have a mark on her skin.  I smirked against her neck.  I wasn't hers, but she would be – at least temporarily – marked as mine.  In this moment, she was mine.

I ripped her shirt over her head and pushed her back on top of the bed.  I slid between her legs and licked a long trail up her stomach, stopping at her bra.  I slid my hands underneath her and unhooked it, burying my face between her tits.  I nipped at the swells of her boobs, her legs wrapping around my waist to keep me where I was.  "Professor, please," she gasped. 

I chuckled softly against her skin; I couldn't help it.  "We can play like that later," I husked.  Roleplaying our exact situation could be quite interesting.  I wanted to fuck her as the innocent, virginal freshman.  That stereotype had never interested me before, but I was intrigued.  Just not for right now.  "Please call me Emily."

"Emily," she repeated as if to try out how it sounded.  I sucked on her nipple, flicking my tongue over it.  "Jesus!"

I trailed my hands down to the button of her jeans.  "Can I take these off?" I asked. 

"Yes," she panted as my tongue continued to lick any part of her I could.  "Hurry," she panted.  I smirked again.  She was very eager for me.

I unbuttoned her pants and slid down her body, loosening the death grip her legs had on me.  I peeled her sinfully tight jeans down her legs, revealing even softer skin and muscular thighs I couldn't wait to bite.  Feather light, I ghosted my fingertips up and down her thighs.  She was gorgeous.  I wanted to suffocate myself between her thighs.

She squirmed underneath me, bucking her hips in an attempt to get some relief.  I loved when women were so desperate for me they couldn't help but buck up into nothing.  I needed to hear her soft whines for me – she was too quiet.  Her muted pants, though hot, were not enough for me.

"How do you want me?" I whispered against her thighs.  I bit at her softly and then sucked to soothe the sting.  I slid my fingertips higher, barely touching her at the juncture where her thighs met her hips.

She exhaled sharply and then inhaled shakily.  "I don't care."

"No preference?" I confirmed in a teasing tone, my fingers inching to her center.  "My choice?"

"I told you," she joked, "I'm not picky."  I chuckled, my mouth moving closer to her center, my breath teasing her.  "As long as it's soon," she clarified, her hips bucking up again.

I snaked a hand around her hips to hold her still and licked slowly up her slit.  She moaned long and loud at the contact.  I grinned against her, relishing in her noises.  I needed her as loud as possible.

I lapped at her relentlessly just to hear her whine for me.  "God, Emily.  Please," she begged.  Her hips strained against my arm, trying to lift up to push harder against my tongue.  She could have it harder when I was ready to give it to her harder.  "I need more," she whined, "Please."

I pulled back and flipped her on her stomach.  My hand came down hard against her ass, the slap loud in the silent room.  I started at my action; I hadn't asked her if this was okay with her beforehand.  There was a lot I hadn't asked her beforehand.  Her loud groan assuaged any worry about whether this was okay with her.

Her hips pressed into the mattress at the sting.  That was a pretty hard spank for the first one; I didn't doubt her skin was stinging.  But that was no excuse for her to press her hips down.  I pulled her hips up to get her ass up in the air.  "You need more?" I teased.  I spanked her again, her sharp hiss muffled from the thick comforter bunched up around her face.  "You can have more when I say you can."

"Fuck," she muttered.  "Please fuck me," she begged.  And who was I to deny such a good girl?  I slammed my fingers into her.  Her fingers twisted into the comforter below her, pulling it up further around her face.  She rocked her hips back to get me deeper.  She was quite demanding.

I pushed into her hard and fast, setting a relentless pace.  So wet, I salivated at the sucking sounds her pussy made around my fingers.  Though she had been quiet before, she wasn't now.  She started babbling incoherently, begging and pleading for me to push her to the edge.

"I'm so close, Emi- FUCK!"  I felt her walls tighten deliciously around my fingers as I curled them slightly.  I scratched my nails down her spine to stimulate her even further.  "God, please!"  I wrapped my free hand around her body to circle her clit.  Her loud moans rose in pitch, transforming into a shrill keen.  "Yes, yes yes," she chanted in time with her rocking hips.

Her panting and whines stopped.  I think she stopped breathing.  I was worried she passed out, but her hips continued to rock against my hand, so I didn't stop thrusting into her.  And then she whined one last soft whimper and slumped against the bed.  Gradually slowing my fingers to a stop, I helped her down from her high.  But her reprieve would be brief; I was not done with her.

I slipped my fingers out from inside her, eliciting a soft sigh from her, and slipped them into my mouth to savor her again.  My brief taste earlier was far too short.  I wanted to feast on her.

I helped her lay back on the pillows – I wanted her comfortable for how long I was about to go down on her.  I spread her legs as wide as they'd go and kissed up her left thigh.  "Oh!" she gasped in surprise.  "Emily, I-"  She struggled to catch her breath.  "I've never been able to cum twice this fast in a row."

"Shall we try anyway?"  I spread her labia with two fingers and gently lapped at her, spreading her wetness around with my tongue.  An involuntary moan escaped low from my throat.  I wanted to remain unaffected, but she was like nothing I had ever had before.  She was the sweetest distraction from my abysmal life.

She softly gathered up my hair from around my face and held it on top of my head.  I appreciated her keeping my hair from falling into my mouth.  Not that anything would stop me now. 

I lapped lazily at her clit.  I was eating her out for my own pleasure, not hers.  After a while she groaned, "Oh my god you feel good."  I sucked on her clit, and she hissed, pulling my hair tight in her grip.  I moaned at the slight sting, vibrating her clit between my lips.  "Oh fuck.  Don't stop."  I hummed against her clit, hoping I could get her to cum again even though she was convinced she wouldn't be able to.  My ego was practically purring. 

"Emily, Emily," she chanted again, her hips rocking harder against my mouth.  Without breaking tempo, I slipped two fingers in her.  She continued her chanting, her grip growing even tighter.  She was going to rip my hair out at this point, but I didn't dare stop to remove her hands.  Nothing would make me break this rhythm.

Like before, she stopped breathing, but this time, I could see her once-heaving chest fall still.  Her muscles tensed up tighter and tighter.  She looked like a coil ready to snap.  And then she threw her head back and whined louder than before. 

She slumped against the bed, huffing to catch her breath.  I slid my fingers out of her and licked them clean.  I lifted up and kissed her sweet skin, planting my lips to her hip bones, belly, and up her sternum.  I nuzzled her neck as I flopped next to her.

She turned into me, placing her own sloppy kiss against my neck.  "Thank you," she said on a heavy exhale.  "I don't think I've ever cum that hard twice in a row."  Her breath tickled my neck.  I hooked her leg up over my hip and rubbed my fingers over her skin.  She really was unbearably soft – I couldn't get enough of touching her.

We stared at each in silence.  My fingers continued ghosting over the lines of her thighs and the swell of her hip.  She was beautiful.  She had the kind of body sculptors wept over.  I smoothed my hand up and down her body as if I could shape such grace. 

I softly kissed her shoulder, breathing in her scent.  I had to memorize everything I could about this afternoon.  I'd never have anything like this again. 

And just like that, my guilt crashed into me harder than before.  I choked on its power; I thought I might be sick.  What had I done?  Had I really just destroyed my marriage for one fuck?  And it would be just once, I assured myself.  A mistake never to be repeated.  It meant nothing, and I'd kick her out as soon as possible. 

But then her small hand snaked down to unclasp my own jeans and my guilt fell by the wayside. Fuck it, I might as well make it really good.  I idly wondered what she thought about me still being fully clothed.  I had been too lost in her to take my own clothes off. 

She helped me pull my shirt over my head, my belt buckle digging into me as I scrunched up to get my shirt off but stay as close to her as possible.  My hands got stuck in the sleeves as I rushed to get naked.

"What's that?" she asked suddenly, her tone icy.  "Or should I say, who's that?"  I finally got my shirt off and turned my head to follow her line of sight, though I already knew what she had seen. 

Dread filled my stomach worse than the guilt had earlier.  I had taken steps to hide my wedding ring from her, but I couldn't erase JJ from her own home.  "That's my wife," I admitted.

At her look of devastation, I flopped back against the bed and placed a hand over my eyes.  This isn't how I wanted things to go.

"Don't you think that's important information for me to have before we fuck?" she spat out.

"Doesn't matter," I said dryly.  I turned my head to look her in the eye, anger blazing bright in her dark irises.

"'Doesn't matter?'" she repeated incredulously.

"It was just a one-time thing anyway."  The words tasted bitter coming out.  I had thought about her for weeks now.  I had tossed my marriage out the window for her.  Not that it was great before, but-

"Right," she said harshly, "Because you're married.  And we just had sex.  In your wife's bed."  The last bit, muttered more to herself, came out as a realization.  "Oh god."  She shot off the bed and started gathering the clothes I had tossed around my room.  Frantic, as if she would burn on the spot for being naked, she pulled clothes on haphazardly.

"Wait," I called as she moved towards the door.  "It isn't what you think."  I winced at the cliché coming out of my mouth.  What could I possibly say to make this better?  We were never going to work out.  It was better to end it now. 

I tried again, "It's complicated."  That wasn't satisfactory, either, but it really was complicated.  JJ had already ruined our marriage.  I just put the cherry on top.  But no matter how badly JJ and I fucked up, this girl didn't deserve this.  She didn't deserve to be poisoned by our treachery.

"Really Emily?  'It's complicated?'"  I wished she would stop repeating what I said.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Are you married?"

"Yes."

"Then it isn't complicated at all.  Have a nice life."  And she turned on her heel and clomped down the stairs.  I thought I saw a glint of wetness on her face as she turned, but before I could scrutinize her face, she was gone.

_ _ _

The end of my holiday break mirrored its start.  I spent my last free days sitting in front of the Christmas tree, glaring at all it represented.  Only now, it served as another reminder: one of my infidelity.  And just like before, I continued to obsessively think about my student.  It seemed sleeping with her did nothing to erase my infatuation.  For now, I knew what I was missing.  I knew how soft she was; I knew how good she smelled.  How good she sounded underneath me.

Without blinking, I stared at the countless, tiny bulbs shining brightly in our foyer.  Refusing to blink, I burned my retinas staring into the flickering strings of lights.  It had to go.

I pushed off the couch and made my way to the garage, quickly locating all the empty boxes that housed the Christmas decorations during the off season.  I lugged them inside and pushed them all to the foyer.  I didn't bother being careful putting them away.  JJ had individual bubble wrap pockets for each ornament.  She had a complicated system for wrapping the tinsel and lights.  But I didn't care.  I needed this tree out of here.  I needed this holiday over.

I dumped them all in the box, placing the garland around the box as if that would protect the ornaments from the inevitable jostling they'd receive when I put the box back in the attic.  As I sealed the last box, it was like I had packed my indiscretion with the colorful balls and lights.  I could lock this away.  JJ didn't have to know.  No one would know but myself and her.

I tried my best to push her from my thoughts.  But she was like an invasive plant, creeping into every empty crevice of my mind.  She had wrapped herself around me.  Fucking her was supposed to make this go away.  A one-night stand was supposed to be just that: for one night.  I wasn't supposed to crave her presence; I was supposed to crave my wife's. 

But for the last two weeks of my vacation, all I could think about was how she tasted, and whether I could see her again.  Would I see her around campus?  Would I see her at our shared café?  I tried to focus on the upcoming semester, but I was useless.  I stopped even pretending to work.  That is, until JJ came home.

"Em?" I rolled my eyes at her false, saccharine voice.  I declined to respond, choosing instead to focus on the syllabus in front of me.  I quickly slid my AirPods in my ears for plausible deniability that I didn't hear her call out for me.

She poked her head into my office, and I sighed.  So much for ignoring her.

I pulled the headphones from my ears.  "Hi Jayje."

She sat in the chair in front of my desk.  The tension grew in our silence.  We stared at each other awkwardly.  Normally, I'd break the stifling silence, but I had no energy to do so this time.  "I had a great trip, thanks for asking," she said sarcastically.

I dropped my head to my hands, a headache already forming at the argument I knew was coming.  Was she really bragging about how good she got it from someone else?

"Can we not fight as soon as you walk in the door?"  My voice sounded so weary.  Usually, I felt like this after a long fight, not before one had even started.

"Fine," she ceded, her hands up.

"I'm tired," I lied.  "Let's just go to bed."

"I have to unpack."

"Fine."

We trudged up the stairs, up to the scene of the crime.  JJ had no idea what had occurred here just over a week ago.  I refused to look at her.  I could hardly stand to be in this room with her.

"What is with you?" JJ asked incredulously.  I still couldn't muster the energy to care to fight with her.  "I thought you'd be more excited for me to come home."

Bile rose in the back of my throat as I sat on the edge of the bed.  I looked down at my hands, the glint of gold catching my eye.  My wedding ring tightened around my finger like a noose around my neck.  This ring, once a tangible symbol of our most sacred promise, was nothing more than cold metal.  It meant nothing anymore.  We both had abandoned our promises to each other.

I flopped back against the bed, the down comforter engulfing me.  And though I had changed the sheets, though I had slept in this bed for the last two weeks, I still smelled her.  I flopped an arm over my eyes as if it would dam the flood of images of what I had been doing in this bed just two weeks prior.

"Emily!" JJ interrupted my reverie.  "Are you even listening to me?"  No.

"JJ, can we just talk about this tomorrow?"  I had no idea what I was even asking to put off.  All I knew was I didn't have the energy to deal with my own guilt and JJ's irritation.

"We haven't even talked about anything tonight," she pointed out.  She sighed heavily at my silence.  "Yeah.  Sure," she snapped.  "Whatever you want, Emily."  I rolled my eyes behind the arm covering my face.

I turned my back to her while she continued to unpack and get ready for bed.  I feigned sleep for hours, grateful that she didn't try to touch me.  I wouldn't have been able to stomach cuddling my wife in the same bed in which I had betrayed her.

_ _ _

I welcomed the first day of the spring semester like an old friend.  It promised distraction and excuses to be absent from home.  Winter still hung heavy in the air, its chill reminding me of that freezing December day when I threw my marriage away. 

Since returning from her holiday trip, JJ had stayed home for the longest stretch since what I guessed was the start of her own affair.  I was amused by the irony of once begging for her to come home, and now wanting nothing more than for her to leave again.  Her presence only exacerbated my guilt.

I had once appreciated all the time off that accompanied being a professor.  And now, I was never more grateful for the start of a semester.  And to sweeten the deal, this semester, I had no intro classes. 

The department head had taken a last-minute sabbatical and asked me to take over his profiling course.  I happily agreed, thankful to share my knowledge with the next generation of profilers.  I vowed to make this a good semester.  I'd throw myself into being a professor, being devoted to my students.  If I couldn't be a good wife, I could at least be a good professor.

I briskly walked into the lecture hall, hoping my quick walk would silence the classroom before I had to raise my voice to start class.

"Good morning," I greeted once I made it to the front of the room.  "I'm Professor Prentiss.  I know there are about seventy-five of you, but I'm hopeful I will know all of your names in a couple weeks."  I wanted to forge connections with students in higher level classes.  Hopefully next year I would have these students again in more advanced courses.

"I'm going to call roll-" a few students groaned.  "I know, I know," I commiserated with them.  "But I promise I won't make you go around the room and say a lame fact about yourself as an icebreaker."  That got a round of chuckles, and I smiled softly at being off to a good start with this new class.  "I want to start putting faces with names, so please wave at me when I call your name."

I took a deep breath and then dove in, starting with Sarah Arrington.  I painstakingly moved through the list of students, trying to commit each face to memory.  Some names were familiar, likely students from last semester's class.  Peter Botts.  I grimaced; I thought I remembered him being a particularly poor writer.  I considered changing the final paper to a final exam.  There was no way I could make it through another round of papers like his again.  Samuel Carter.  Dana Funk.  Tyrell Hinkly.  The list went on and on.  It was tedious doing this, but necessary.

About halfway through the course roster, I paused.  It couldn't be.  "Olivia Martin," I called.

"It's Liv," she corrected.  I looked up to a face I knew well.  Across the room, I looked into big, brown eyes, her mouth turned up into a sheepish, half-grimace.  Her hair, though much tamer than it had been in my bed a few weeks ago, was wild and curly, just how I liked it.  I had spent the last two weeks forcing myself to forget those deep, innocent eyes.  And here they were, staring back at me in anticipation.

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