#if anyone cares to hear my rambles lol

[vodid]

i'm trying to inch my way towards a balanced pov in my blitzbee fic so its not always bee-centric/bee's pov when he meets w blitzy but gah damn is it hard. its so much more fascinating to explore blitzwing from an outside perspective (aka bee's pov) bc i'm not even sure he understands what hes thinking in that noggin of his. its hard to write that lol

also a lot of the meets tend to be actively initiated by bumblebee's actions so it makes it hard to get the context in if its in blitzwing's pov. and i don't like doing double povs like chapter 3 and 4, where the scene kind of repeats in both povs for said context. i only let that one slide bc it was a couple lines of dialogue that would repeat

i feel bad about it sometimes because i know we could use more blitzwing centric fics, but i'm trying to let the fic do what feels right for the pov and it just so happens to skew towards bee more. blitzwing's pov is more about him processing things, while bee is more about doing things. i can only hope as the fic progresses, itll figure itself out

[spittyfishy]

Would any of y’all be interested in hearing about my own characters/stories or would it just be annoying?

[theflyingfeeling]

...💌

[saturnscafe]

a male lion hybrid with female reader having hot sex time.

͙˚ ༘✶My King | Lion Hybrid

Funny enough I wrote something similar on my main- ha mane.. cause he’s a lion- ha.. alright here’s the writing lol.

Smut Below

Your boss was a very handsome man. Everyone swooned over him. His lush locks, those piercing eyes and the confidence he had? All put together with one of the most beautiful smiles anyone could have.

So seeing him at the bar while you were out for a girls night was a bit of a shocker? The man seemed to live at his office but there he was. In all his handsomeness. Sat at the bar taking back shots as he stared in your direction.

“Isn’t that your hot boss?” One of your friends asked. You rolled your eyes nodding. “He’s staring over here. Ooh maybe he wants you” she teased.

“Oh shut up” you said slapping her gently.

You had made your way up to the bar to grab a few more drinks for your friends and you. Of course they made you do it so you had to go near him. When you approached the lingering gaze he had fixated on you had you stammering over your words as you ordered. “Y/n right?” He asked. Your whole body just froze up hearing his voice.

“Uhm yeah. How are you sir?” You asked politely.

“Better now that you’re here” he said almost cringing at his own words. “Let me buy you a drink?” He asked flashing that toothy smile. You could feel your heart pounding, it felt like it was louder than the music.

“Sure, thank you.” You smiled.

One drink turned into another, and another until he had brought you to the floor. He had your body pressed against his as you both swayed to the music. His hands resting on your hips only pulling them back further into him. His head rested in the crook of your neck his hot breath fanning at it. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or him but your body felt hot. He left a soft kiss to the nape of your neck before moving closer to your ear.

“Come with me?” He asked almost sounding like a plea. You only could nod taking his hand as he weaved you both through the crowd. He looked around for a moment before pulling you into one of the bathrooms. As he pulled you his strong arms pulled you into a passionate kiss. It was messy. Teeth hitting, tongues twirling and the sounds. The sounds that left him were enough to make bring anyone to their knees.

His arms came around your body hoisting you up, he wrapped your legs around him as he made out with you. He sat your plush ass down on the sink before letting his hands roam your body. Everything was happening so fast but you didn’t care. Who in their right mind would turn him down?

His hand traveled down your dress pushing it up slightly. He was trying to get your panties down but it was taking long for him. He tore the crotch open before pushing his fingers into you. “Fuck- already such a mess” he groaned. His thick fingers pumped in and out of you. Your head falling back against the mirror behind you. “You know how much I’ve wanted this- ever since you started my thoughts are always clouded by you. Always waltzing around with this perfect body.” He rambled.

His hand continued, moving faster as his fingers curled inside you. “Always pictured you bent over my desk or underneath of it sucking me off- fuck- do you realize how much you drive me crazy?”

“I- ah- no-“ you mustered up.

“Let me show you then” he said pulling his pants down to reveal his massive thick cock. “You know how- hard it is to walk around like this.” He said those piercing eyes fixated on you now.

You could only moan in response feeling your orgasm rabidly approaching. “Gonna cum for me already? Fuck what a little slut you are” he grinned. His thumb found your sensitive nub rubbing it perfectly like he knew your body already. “Cum for me. Cum for your king” he growled. Your head flung back, cumming hard around his fingers. Your body shook but he didn’t stop. No. His pace only quickened. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt?”

“Yes- please- please fuck me-“ you whined. He grabbed your body flipping you around. He didn’t give warning before pushing into your warm wet walls. His fingers that were coated in your slick found their way to his mouth. Licking them clean before wrapping around your throat. His little ears twitched at the sounds of your gargled moans.

“Fuck- that’s it- gonna be my little slut from now on. Gonna make you my assistant so I can fuck you whenever I want.” He groaned. He was fucking into you fast. His thrusts were deep his cock head kissing your cervix. His hand tilted your head up pulling it back a bit “look at you. A mess on your bosses cock.” He said making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at those perfect tits bounce- fuck your so damn beautiful”

Your head felt floaty, body too full of pleasure to comprehend anything now. “You’re mine from here on out got it? Every kind needs their beautiful queen.” He stated his body moving closer to yours. He peppered small kisses to your shoulder as his hand left your throat. Finding a new spot between your legs where he toyed with your clit once again. “Say it. I wanna hear you say it!” He ordered.

“I’m your queen- I’m- ah- I’m all yours” you cried out. Your hands gripped the sink another strong orgasm ready to wash over you.

“Yeah- fuck- ah you’re all mine. All mine and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away” he growled. His thrusts were becoming sloppy his high approaching just as fast as yours was. “Cum on my cock, fucking make a mess on your king.” And with that the damn broke. Your orgasm flooded from you stronger than before. Your whole body shook his strong arms wrapping around you once more. He pushed as deep as he could before you felt his cock twitch inside you. The warmth filling you full of everything he had. His head fell to your back both panting trying to catch your breath.

“How about I take you to my place? I’ll make us a snack and we could have a round two.” He grinned. You nodded and as you walked out, you could see your friends flashing you a smile. Knowing full well what had just happened.

[lu-dao-writes]

The Sound Of Your Voice (Geo Oogami)

Warning(s): Geo being emotionally constipated, gn!reader, can be read as platonic or romantic.

A/N: Geo has taken over my brain and it’s all thanks to @vibelladonna lol. Seriously, I love how she writes Geo, and it’s hilarious how his little gag game came out yesterday after I finished writing this. This is also me trying to see if I can write him well enough. Anyways, enjoy! REMEMBER THAT THIS GAME IS 18+ ONLY. RESPECT THE CREATOR’S WISHES.

That tell-tale ringtone cuts through the calming silence Geo was basking in, those aquamarine eyes slowly sliding open and a rush of air surging out from his nostrils.

Geo knows fully well who it is that was calling him, and he knows that his two hour meditation session is now promptly over with. He’s in no hurry to get his phone, knowing that if he does miss it, you’ll just call him back anyways.

“Hey, Geo!” comes your exuberant voice and energy slamming into him with full force.

“What is it now?” he asks flatly, beginning to clean up his setup as you begin to describe every little big and small detail about your day.

“Classes were so boring and the day was so long!” you whine.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. I was also given two projects that are both due next week! Ugh, I swear these professors have it out for us!”

“You can say that again,” Geo mutters, prepping the tea kettle for his after meditation tea.

“We missed you today at lunch, by the way. Oh! You missed Britt scaring the absolute shit outta Deryl! Poor guy’s soda shot straight outta his nose!”

“Gross,” he mutters with a barely there chuckle.

“Yeah, pretty gross,” you snicker. “But also hilarious. Just disappointed it wasn’t captured on video for memories.”

“Wouldn’t want to see it anyways.”

The phone call goes well into the late evening with Geo still willing to entertain you, even though he had many other productive things he could be doing. Your conversation drifted from events on campus to other topics that appeared in that head of yours.

Somehow you managed to even rope him into watching some silly drama show you were currently obsessed over.

Geo isn’t one to do phone calls; it’s just not his thing, and he doesn’t ever like wasting his precious time or breath on useless things. But he makes an exception for you because he’s found that he oddly… Enjoys it.

Not that he’d admit that, or venture into why he does. Hell no.

Geo tells himself it’s because he’s bored and he tolerates you, or that you pitifully couldn’t find anyone else to hang out with and used him as a last resort.

He shouldn’t care.

He doesn’t care.

“Why do you constantly call me?” he asks bluntly, his words cutting through your ramblings.

You sputter and Geo finds himself waiting without a word, his patience slowly burning away like a candle wick.

“I… Well…!”

“Well, what?” he asks, his tone sharper than he wanted it.

You then sigh and Geo listens as you swallow down the liquid left in your can from your beverage of choice. “I just like the sound of your voice,” is your answer. It’s genuine with only a hint of vulnerability. “And of course I just like talking to you.”

Geo, to his embarrassment, doesn’t know how to respond, as if his train of thought ran into a brick wall and shattered into millions of pieces.

“I know you’re pretty unsociable,” you start with a tease, and his lips pucker into a small pout, eyes narrowed into a mostly harmless glare. “But I’m surprised you’re even indulging me with this. I thought you’d just ignore my calls.”

His Adam’s apple bobs slowly, his swallow slightly audible. “I’m bored and I tolerate you and your nonsense,” he finally replies, cool as a cucumber.

Geo hears you giggle and the urge to scowl and bitch at you begins to rise.

“Alright, Geo,” you continue to chuckle. “You down for one more episode?”

He sighs with faux annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against his pillows. “I guess…”

“Yes!!” you cheer, and Geo can’t stop his lips from twitching at your excitement.

decor credits to:@/dragonscale-lunaris, velaazuretail, necroangelz

[librarygarten]

#1 Chain x Isekai! Reader - You Play Their Games

Part 1 includes Hyrule, Wind, and Time Part 1 (you are here) ✿ Part 2 ✿ Part 3

When you first met the chain, it had quickly come to everyone’s attention that you already knew them. At first, they thought perhaps you had somehow heard tales of them, passed down through the generations. But you knew things about their adventures they hadn’t told anyone. You knew the names of people and places that surely wouldn’t have survived the thousands of years the stories would have taken to reach you.

You tried your best to explain to them how you knew what you did. Thankfully, you had your Switch, which made explaining what a video game was to them a bit easier.

Hyrule

He wasn’t sure what to think. On one hand, it was upsetting. His adventures were being used to entertain people? His Hyrule was a nightmare to live in, with monsters everywhere. When he had defeated Ganon, it had been a huge deal. To find out it was a game for children was a bit insulting if he was being honest.

On the other hand, his… “games” seemed to be your favorite? You had explained to him that his adventures were the first games ever created, and without them, the rest of the franchise wouldn’t exist. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride in this fact. He had grown up hearing of the Hero of Legend, and even now, traveling with the group, with Legend, it was impossible not to feel like he had to live up to that legacy. But to hear that without him, the others wouldn’t exist? (At least in your universe their stories would never have been created.) It was like the roles had been reversed. The Hero of Legend. The Hero of Time. All of them had to live up to the legacy that was… Hyrule.

He felt a bit guilty. A bit fascinated. A bit resentful. A bit proud. He wasn’t sure what to think. He decided to watch you play his game. Just for a bit, he told himself. Just to see what had started it all.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

“Okay, so, I normally use a guide to help me find the dungeons,” you explained to Hyrule as you booted up a new save file. He was sitting next to you, watching the screen intently. “I’m not sure how far I’ll get without the internet, especially when I have to get through the maze later on.”

Hyrule had no idea what you were talking about. He decided to ignore whatever you just said and instead focus on the game in your hands.

“Is that supposed to be me?” he pointed at the screen, to the mass of pixels in the center vaguely resembling a person wearing a green dress and hat.

“Yeah, sorry. Your games’ graphics aren’t great,” you moved the joystick, making the game Link walk around in a circle. “But that’s just because they’re older. I think my dad was a teenager when this was made.”

There was a moment of silence before you spoke again.

“I miss him.”

Hyrule nodded in understanding. It couldn’t be easy, traveling with the group in a world so unlike your own. How were they going to get you home? Before he could try to comfort you, you turned your attention back to the game, moving the character into a small doorway as you talked.

“He’s the one that first got me into the games. He and I used to play this game on the old NES he had. We even tried to make a map of the different screens so that we would stop getting lost.”

Hyrule closed his eyes, leaning his head against your shoulder as you continued to ramble on about the game. It didn’t sit right with him that his adventure was reduced to entertainment. But you seemed so happy. Surely, it couldn’t be that bad.

Wind

(Pretend his games are on the Switch lol)

He's the least bothered by this. Like, sure, it's a bit weird that his adventures are games, but it's also so cool! It's like you went on his adventure, too! Even though you’ve never met his friends in real life, you seem to show such genuine care about them when playing his game.

He WILL demand to see every Legend of Zelda game you have, not just his own. It lets him experience the rest of the chain's adventures, which he really enjoys. (He likes watching you play Ocarina of Time the most. You have a hunch it has something to do with Wind growing up hearing stories about Time, then being expected to carry on that legacy. Or maybe he just likes to watch you fail at the Water Temple).

Despite his fascination with the others’ games, Wind is also REALLY proud that you like his the most. He had fun on his adventures with Tetra, and he’s glad he gets to share that with you. He’s also glad he can shove it in the others faces that he’s the favorite.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

You giggled as the cutscene played on the screen. Wind, who was sitting next to you, gave you an inquisitive look. He was watching the cutscene too, and didn’t see what was so funny. Upon seeing his face, you laughed even more.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized through giggles, “your facial expressions get me every time.” You gestured to the screen. The game Wind had been placed in a barrel, about to be launched from the pirate boat. His expression changed from wide-eyed terror to a determined glare. “It looks like you went through the five stages of grief in three seconds.”

“I HAD TO ADAPT TO SURVIVE.” Wind puffed out his chest. If he wasn’t a twig-thin pre-teen, it may have made him look manlier.

“I’m sure being yeeted off a boat in a barrel was quite the ordeal. Still doesn’t make your faces any less amusing.” You smiled, playfully poking his cheek. He stuck out his tongue at you.

“I’m sure it’s just the art style of the game.” He rolled his eyes. Surely, his facial expressions couldn’t be that amusing. “Tetra doesn’t look that funny in real life. Neither does Aryll. Everyone on your ‘Switch’ has weird little feet that don’t go with the rest of their body. I wouldn’t trust it to copy my face.”

“Ah, my mistake,” you ruffled his hair. “Surely, no screen can properly capture this adorable visage.”

“HEy!”

“But no, seriously.” you smiled and turned your attention back to the screen, “your funny faces used to crack me up all the time as a kid! Me and my brother tried to copy them, but we could never get them quite right.”

“So, am I your brother’s favorite Link, too?” Wind smirked.

“Hey! I never said you were my favorite. I said your games were my favorite!” You playfully hit his shoulder. “I can’t just choose my favorite of you guys! That wouldn’t be fair.”

“Oh!” Wind cried out and grabbed his chest, “My pride!” He fell over dramatically, as if dying from the grievous injury to his ego. You laughed at the display.

“See, this is what I mean. I don't get this kind of entertainment from the others! Legend’s too grouchy and the captain's worried about messing up his hair.” Wind bolted upright at your comment. Cupping his hands over his mouth in a makeshift megaphone, he yelled across the campsite.

“HEAR THAT LEGEND? Y/N LIKES ME BETTER THAN YOU!”

“SHUT UP! I STILL HAVE MORE GAMES THAN YOU!”

Time

Time is silent the entire time you explain his games. Only two of his adventures seem to have made it to your world. He’s not sure if he should be horrified that his time in Termina is the last story you had of him, or grateful you didn’t see the aftermath of that adventure. (You don’t seem to know much about the Fierce Deity mask besides it “makes boss fights easier”.)

It takes him a while to trust you. He isn't sure how you view the chain now, and he can't risk you thinking they're still a game. There are real stakes. He tries to put you in the back of the group or somewhere you can't possibly mess anything up. Once you prove to him that you genuinely care about the group, though, he relaxes quite a bit. (That's a story for another time tho).

He doesn’t get too worked up over the fact you viewed his adventures as games. He can see how much you care for the chain when interacting with them, so it’s not like you still view them as playthings. From talking to his successors, he’s also grown used to being reduced to a story. He knows that fighting Ganondorf was terrifying, especially considering he was so young when he had to do it. However, to Wind, Twilight, and the others that came after? He was the Hero of Time. The Possessor of the Triforce of Courage. A legendary hero. Not a scared kid.

He watches you play occasionally, usually just a quick glance at the screen when he walks past wherever you were sitting. Wind seemed particularly interested in your device, so you had been showing him almost every game you had. Time mostly seems detached from the events depicted. Maybe it’s how long has passed between his childhood time traveling shenanigans and his present. More likely, he had simply lived through those adventures so many times himself that he couldn’t bring himself to get worked up about watching them again. You couldn’t quite tell.

✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧

“Ugh! I hate this stupid dungeon!” you groaned, pressing your face closer to the screen of your Switch. Wind was sprawled out next to you, head resting in your lap as he napped. Clearly, you had been at this for a while. Your frustration had also grabbed Time’s attention, and he made his way over to you.

“Is that the Water Temple?” he asked, sitting down on the other side of you. “I remember that place being a bit tedious to get through.”

“Yeah. I’ve been here for almost an hour. I can never get these platforms in the right order.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying yet again to complete the stupid puzzle. Time watched you move his teen self around the level, pushing down his discomfort. He was slightly amused at how frustrated you were getting. (He’s still a little brat at heart.)

Finally, he decided to be helpful.

“Here,” he held out his hand, and you gave him the Switch. “It’s really obvious once you see the solution.” Time moved the joysticks gently, guiding his game counterpart around the level. He moved the platforms, solving the puzzle in only a few seconds.

“Oh come on!” You stuck out your tongue at the game, and Time couldn’t help but chuckle. He handed the game back to you, and you continued to play, passing through the last few levels before the final boss fight. Time continued to watch, occasionally offering commentary on the puzzles, although it was more to make fun of you than to help you.

Honestly, both of you lost track of time, and before you realized, the final battle was over. Ganondorf was defeated. As the credits rolled, Time was unusually quiet, and for a moment you thought he had fallen asleep. You glanced over, only to find his eyes glued to the screen.

“May I?” He whispered, holding out both of his hands. You placed the Switch in his hands, and he gingerly held the device as the final cutscene played. On the screen, Navi flew up and away. Time turned the device over and placed it on the ground when the words “Presented by Nintendo” appeared. 

“Time, I’m sorry,” you began, gingerly touching his shoulder. He looked lost in thought.

“Don’t be. I think I needed to see that.” He smiled sadly. “I didn’t really understand it back then. I thought she had just flown away. I didn’t really get to… mourn.”

You wrapped your arms around him, and Time gently accepted the hug. Once he was sure you weren’t going anywhere, Link tightened his arms around you.

[mcytegg]

okay well. this had me thinking "omggg lifesteal au/event where they get qsmp egg like creatures to Take Care of" and the teams are a fucking nightmare im crying.

cause like. okay. okay. woogie is a single father to be so fucking clear, like subz and sb and jepexx are Not taking care of shit. team 6 is just cooked. team 4 is probably?? the strongest team imo, like in Theory team 5 is also good but in practice i think itd either go extremely well or just everything Ever goes wrong. there is no in between.

there is no balancing i just threw them all into a randomizer bc i just wanted something to chew on and i was not disappointed bc these are funny teams to ponder (also i went into this w the thought process of who would login even One time for an event so some people are missing bc idt they would login period LOL)

i miss my son :( (minecraft egg)

[coffinshaped]

I was gushing about CapoVib with friends yesterday and I just had to draw themmmmmm!!! If u wanna hear me ramble rq....

I just wanna talk about why i like this ship so much!!!

I mostly see them together post canon. In my insane delusional mind, I think that Vibiano could always see how truly insecure Capochin was under his confident ficade. He knows this man needs tender love and care, someone to love him the way he deserves to be loved. Someone who can reciprocate his devotion. I think Vibi is usually very self interested and doesnt go out of his way to make people feel good but, Capos different. He wants that man to feel good after all hes been through, he wants to build him up. So in their relationship, I think he'd be very loving and affectionate, No hollow compliments either, he means what he says and wants to make Capo feel loved and handsome! QvQ Capochin, I feel, may be reserved and probably pretty scared to give his heart to anyone else after Inspekta/Hector but again, in MY CRAZY FUCKED UP BRAIN, I think Vibi becomes someone he can trust bc they also have history together. Vibi knew Capo before Inspekta, before all the responsibility and before the tragedy. Vib also seems like he's level headed and laid back. Emotionally mature and nurturing (when he wants to be lol) so Capo can feel at ease with him for fuckin once in his life. He feels safe (he still has reservations tho, hector/inspekta rally fucked him up. He's got trust issues) and develops real feelings for Vibi. The have to take things slow at first, not defining their relationship for a while but once they find their footing and establish their relationship BABYYYYYYYY!!! They become the most obnoxious couple bc theyre both like "WERE SUCH HOT SHIT! YALL HOES CANT TAKE UUUSSSS!!!"

Anyways, rambling over LOL! I JUST LIKE THEM ALOT OKAY!!! I could say more, maybe another time :3c please forgive any poor grammar and lack of punctuation im not a writer lol

[pandapetals]

Couple Questions

You and Logan answer some couple questions!

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor

a/n: not the usual update but I saw some couple questions on pinterest and thought you know what…im gonna do this because it’s cute. i may or may not also have headcanons for them lol.

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

What were your first impressions of each other?

You : grinning "I thought he was rude. He barely said hello when I first arrived at the mansion, just mumbled something and walked away like I wasn’t worth his time."

Logan : smirking "To be fair, I had a lot on my mind."

You : "But then I caught him staring at me in the library one day, and I thought, ‘Huh, maybe he’s not as grumpy as he looks.’ Turns out I was wrong—he’s grumpier.” teasingly nudges him

Logan : chuckling "You done? ‘Cause my first impression was that you talked too much."

You : mock gasp "Excuse me?!"

Logan : shrugging "But you had this fire about you. Didn’t take crap from anyone. Thought that was… different." pauses, his voice softening "And your laugh. First time I heard it, I couldn’t get it outta my head."

Describe the moment each of you knew you had feelings for each other.

You : thoughtful smile "I think it was when Jean told me Logan liked me. It just… clicked. All the banter, the little glances, the way he’d hover nearby even though he pretended not to care—it all made sense. Once I realized it, it was like… yeah, I like him too. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time."

Logan : scratching the back of his neck, pretending to look annoyed "She’s makin’ me sound soft already."

You : "You are soft."

Logan : ignoring her "For me, it was probably when I realized she wasn’t offended by my attitude. That’s when I knew she wasn’t just anyone. She was my someone."

Did either of you fight your feelings, or was it easy to accept?

You : snorting "Oh, we both fought it. He avoided me a lot of the time. I overthought everything —does he like me? What if I’m imagining it? What if I ruin our friendship?"

Logan : dryly "You do think too much. Me? I didn’t avoid you."

You : glaring playfully "You literally avoided the library for two weeks, and that’s your favorite place!"

Logan : grinning faintly "Alright, fine. Maybe I fought it a little. Was scared I’d mess things up. Didn’t think someone like you would want someone like me."

You : softly, brushing his hand "You’re an idiot for thinking that, but you’re my idiot."

When was the first time you said “I love you”? What prompted it?

You : "It was after a nightmare. Logan woke up in a cold sweat, muttering apologies for scaring me. But he hadn’t scared me—I just wanted to comfort him. And in the middle of me rambling about how it was okay, it just came out: ‘I love you.’"

Logan : quietly "Didn’t think I’d ever hear those words from someone. But when she said it, I couldn’t stop myself. Told her I loved her right back."

You : smiling softly "And then you called me a ‘damn fool’ for putting up with you."

Logan : shrugging "I stand by it."

Who is the big spoon, who is the little spoon?

You : "Oh, Logan’s the big spoon, obviously. But sometimes I’ll be the big spoon when he’s had a rough day. He pretends to hate it, but I know he secretly likes it."

Logan : grumbling "I don’t need a damn cocoon, sweetheart."

You : grinning "But you still let me."

What’s your favorite quality about each other?

You : "Logan’s loyalty. He’ll protect the people he loves with everything he has, even when he doesn’t think he deserves to be loved back."

Logan : looking at her, his voice softer "Her heart. She’s got this way of makin’ everyone feel like they matter. Like they’re worth somethin’. That’s rare."

You : teasingly "Stop, you’re gonna make me cry."

Logan : smirking "Good. Payback for all the times you make me feel stuff."

Who is the messiest?

You : raising her hand immediately "Me. Absolutely me."

Logan : snorting "Finally, somethin’ we agree on."

You : "Hey, at least I know where everything is in my mess. Your ‘organized’ piles confuse me."

Logan : "It ain’t hard, darlin’. One pile’s for weapons, the other’s for books. What’s so confusin’?"

Who sings in the shower?

You : grinning mischievously "Logan does. And he doesn’t even realize it half the time. It’s adorable."

Logan : deadpan "I don’t sing in the shower."

You : "Oh, so the other day when I walked by and heard you mumbling ‘Sweet Caroline’ under your breath, that wasn’t you?"

Logan : grumbling "I was hummin’ it. There’s a difference."

You : sarcastically "Sure, tough guy. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Who likes horror movies? Who likes romance movies?

You : grinning "Logan likes horror movies, obviously. He’ll sit there, all serious, like nothing phases him. But I swear I caught him flinch once during The Exorcist ."

Logan : gruffly "Did not."

You : "You did. Anyway, I like romance movies. Logan pretends to hate them, but he always ends up watching them with me."

Logan : smirking "That’s ‘cause I know you’ll cry, and I gotta be ready to hand you tissues."

You : rolling her eyes "And yet, who was tearing up during The Notebook last week? Hmm?"

Logan : groaning "Alright, fine. I might like some of ‘em. But don’t go tellin’ anyone."

You : "Oh, your secret’s safe with me. But I’ll totally remind you next time we watch Pride and Prejudice ."

Logan : grinning, pulling her closer "You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart."

What’s your favorite memory of us?

You:thoughtfully smiling “That’s hard to pick. But… I think it was when you planned that romantic getaway for my birthday—you bought me that dress. Or when you wrote that for me poem and gave it to me for Christmas.”

Logan:grinning faintly “You mean the one where you cried ‘cause I wrote you that little poem in the book?”

You:mock gasping “You wrote me a poem , Logan. Of course, I cried! I still have that dress, by the way.”

Logan:chuckling, his voice softer now “That was a good one. But for me? I think it’s our wedding. Just you, me, and those vows I wrote on a scrap of paper. You called me an idiot for cryin’ halfway through.”

You:sniffing dramatically “And I’ll call you an idiot for it again, but only because you cried first. You set me off.”

Logan:smirking “You weren’t even gonna cry ‘til I pulled out that damn lucky pen you gave me.”

You:“Well, yeah, it’s our lucky pen, Logan! What did you expect?”

Hugs or kisses?

You:grinning slyly “Kisses. Definitely kisses.”

Logan:raising an eyebrow “Really? I’d say hugs.”

You:blinking in mock surprise “Logan Howlett likes hugs? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

Logan:shrugging, smirking a little “What can I say? There’s somethin’ about you wrappin’ yourself around me that just feels right.”

You:melting a little before recovering quickly “Okay, you win that one. But kisses still come with extra perks.”

Logan:grinning wickedly “Oh, I know.”

Who finds it harder to admit they’re wrong?

You:“Oh, Logan. 100% Logan.”

Logan:gruffly “What? That’s not true.”

You:glaring playfully “Logan, you once argued with me for three hours about the best way to cook eggs—only to realize you were wrong and never admit it.”

Logan:grumbling “That’s ‘cause your way still doesn’t make sense.”

You:crossing her arms “Oh, it makes perfect sense, tough guy. You’re just stubborn.”

Logan:grinning faintly “Alright, fine. Maybe I don’t like bein’ wrong.”

You:“Maybe?!”

Who’s the boss in the marriage?

You:smirking, pointing to herself “Obviously me.”

Logan:laughing softly “Yeah, you think so, huh?”

You:“Logan, who does the meal planning? The laundry schedules? Who makes sure you actually remember birthdays and anniversaries?”

Logan:grinning “Alright, you. But who fixes stuff when it breaks? Who makes sure no one bothers you when you’re havin’ a bad day? Who makes the coffee in the mornin’ exactly how you like it?”

You:softening, smiling sweetly “Alright, fine. We’re both the boss in different ways. But let’s be honest—when it comes to arguments, you fold first.”

Logan:mock scowling “Only ‘cause you give me those damn eyes. Ain’t fair.”

Who has the best jokes?

You:grinning smugly “Me. Hands down.”

Logan:snorting “Yeah, okay. But only ‘cause your jokes are so bad, they’re funny.”

You:“Excuse me?!”

Logan:grinning “Sweetheart, half your jokes are puns. Don’t get me wrong, I love seein’ you crack yourself up, but best jokes? Nah.”

You:frowning in mock offense “Fine, then let’s hear one of your so-called ‘good’ jokes.”

Logan:deadpan “Why’d the history book break up with the science book? No chemistry.”

You:blinking, then laughing despite herself “Okay, that was actually pretty good. Damn it.”

Who is grumpier?

You:“Oh, Logan. No contest.”

Logan:shrugging, unbothered “Yeah, probably.”

You:giggling “You’re basically a walking thundercloud until you’ve had your coffee. And even then, you’ve got about an hour before you start growling at people.”

Logan:smirking “That’s true, but you’re no ray of sunshine when you’re hungry.”

Who gets angry when they’re hungry?

You:immediately “Okay, fine. That’s me. But in my defense, you always know when to feed me before I get too hangry.”

Logan:chuckling “Damn right I do. Learned that the hard way on one of our first dates.”

You:giggling “Oh, you mean the time you forgot to feed me after making me hike five miles, and I almost bit your head off?”

Logan:grinning “Yup. You didn’t even wait for the food to hit the table before tearin’ into me. Thought I was gonna lose a hand.”

You:grinning sheepishly “Hey, at least you didn’t run for the hills.”

Logan:softly, leaning closer “Nah, sweetheart. I’d take your hangry self over anyone else any day.”

[candyk0rn]

Cuddles : BG3

It’s been a while! I hope you’re all doing great, and I’m sorry for once more going on a forever break lol. But of course, Baldurs Gate 3 brainrot is so real

Before reading: Fluff, headcanons, Astarion, Lae’Zel, Gale, Shadowheart x reader (separate), gn reader

Astarion:

“Oh? I see you still can’t say no to my endless charm..”

At the beginning of the relationship, touches and prodding aren’t uncommon

Anything that can bring your attention to him

It takes a while and a lot of convincing from you that his somewhat risqué touches was not all that pleased you

And eventually he can even process that you don’t just love him for his body

Although hard for him to realize, with your help he can

So after your relationship has really blossomed and grown, his touches become softer, calmer, more intimate

Nights by the crackling fire, you in his lap, his hand massaging your nape

His fingers are dangerously cold against your skin, but there’s a sense of comfort that comes with the chill

Although he will brush off your reassurance as pitiful and unneeded..

Please reassure him omg

For the longest time, he will surely believe you are like all his other conquests,

Seduced by him and his charms

But just small whispers of love into his ear, your comforting touch against his skin

That’s enough for him.

Gale:

“Come with me, we shall rest under the stars tonight.”

I am of the firm believer that Gale is horribly touch-starved, poor man

Taken advantage of by his own Goddess, thinking that that is the best he would ever be able to do

Then when you come along, it all changed

His thoughts about himself seem to change, his standards seem to change, his love seems to change

He cares so much about you, he cannot help but think he is not worthy

That a cursed, unfaithful man as himself could never even breathe the same air as you

But all of his doubts and worries seem to melt away when you two hold one another underneath the stars

Your fingers lovingly combing through his hair as he rambles on about something he is passionate about

Wether it be a book, his expertise in magic, or Tara (lmao)

Others would shove him off as a show-off, annoying, etc

But you are so willing to hear him go on and on, that he can’t help but love you

His index finger instinctively draws shapes into your back when you hold each other

When he’s cuddled up with you, his worries that today might be his last don’t even cross his mind

He’s more worried about you, how you feel, if you’re comfortable

He doesn’t care if tonight is the last night he shall ever see you

He’d rather die tomorrow than live for an eternity never knowing you

Lae’Zel:

“Chk..I do not take part in worthless acts of intimacy.”

Lae’Zel is not much of a ‘cuddles’ person

Like at all…

She’d rather feel the thrill of battle with you, bathing in the blood of your enemies

Her way of loving is slaughtering anyone who even just looks at you the wrong way

But, if you’re particularly lucky, or especially down

She can’t help but..pity you

In her mind, it’s such a disgusting feeling. This ‘love’ makes her weak, but she cannot run from it no matter how much she tries

The most touch you’ll get from her will only occur in private

A hand perched protectively on your hip or waist

Her head slumped on your shoulder when you’re on watch for the night

acts like this, although small

It means so,so much from her

And she’ll kill you if you go telling Shadowheart about how ‘sweet’ she was being last night

Shadowheart:

“My love…ugh. I’m still not used to calling someone that.”

Shadowheart is lost when it comes to you

Not only is she horribly confused that you of all people would love her

She’s confused as to how she’s supposed to love you

Her entire life, for what she can remember, she’s never been shown comfort or remorse

If she did something wrong, she was punished

She doesn’t remember a single moment in her life when she was loved the way you love her

And although grateful, she feels unworthy

Hugs are common with her, of course in private, but common nonetheless

When she hold you in her arms, the pads of her fingers massage your back lovingly, worried if she lets go, you’ll flee

Let! Her! Play! With! Your! Hair! 🙏🏻

And please play with hers omg

At night, she’ll let her hair down and allow your hands to explore her long, black (or white) locks

Your touch sends shivers down her spine, a feeling she’s not used to, but craves so much

She truly hopes that you’ll never leave her, for now that she has tasted your touch,

She never wants that sensation to leave

Thanks for reading!

[avocado-writing]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush admitting that the reason why they only talk a lot when they're comfortable with someone is because they know they won't be ignored, not acknowledged, interrupted, talked over, no one would listen, and no one cares? Sorry! I had a bad day 😞

give me a list of names, anon, and I’m going to go and enact some revenge for you ❤️

but for now the guys reacting to when their s/o confesses they aren’t comfortable talking around people they don’t know as they’re used to being ignored:

Astarion

jokes how he’ll go and maim or murder anyone who’s made you upset

(but? Maybe it’s not that much of a joke from the way he’s going for his dagger…)

encourages you to let your feelings out and complains along with you in agreement, reassuring you that he’s on your side

holds you close afterwards - even though he’s not the best at communicating how he feels, you know he’s there for you and wants you to be heard. he hears you.

Gale

my man is FLABBERGASTED

”well, as a wizard, I’ve always found everything you have to say rather interesting” (can’t help bringing that up lmao)

makes a concerted effort to make sure you know he’s listening when you talk (he always was anyway, but now he’s sure to show you how he’s hanging on every word)

reassures you that he loves you and talking to you is his favourite part of the day 💕

Wyll

reassures you so so much.

you have so many important and interesting things to say, and anyone who doesn’t see that is a fool

backs you up in every conversation

if anyone tries to talk over you he cuts in with a firm, “excuse me, I believe my partner was speaking?”

he will give you a gentle, kind touch to give you confidence when you’re speaking - a hand on the small of your back, or brushing his fingers against yours.

Halsin

understands your worry but tries to make you feel better about it

“so many people turn to you for guidance and leadership. they would not do that if you were not worth listening to, my heart.”

will give examples of times when your words made a deep and impactful change

reminds you that you are worth hearing. ❤️

Dammon

stands behind you and glares at people who try and talk over you. this usually makes them shut the fuck up lol

constant gentle reassurance from my man!!

if you’ve had a day where you feel like you’ve not been heard and it’s overwhelming, offers to let you hammer away at something at his forge until you feel better.

Rolan

immediate fury.

he’s the only one who gets to interrupt you!! And when he does it, it’s playful and silly!!! (In his mind anyway, my boy is too dense lmao)

casts silence on people who talk over you, then turns to you and goes, “as you were saying??”

Zevlor

tells you he treasures every word you say, and anyone who doesn’t is a fool.

loves it when you go on long rambling monologues about things because it brings him joy that you trust him so much.

lets you know that he could listen to you talk for the rest of his life, and hopes you’ll let him 💕

[thegreatmammonn]

Them as Your Significant Other

om!bros x gn!reader

lucifer, mammon, leviathan

All of these will be both here and on my Tiktok! While it's not the exact same, it's much more wordy than tiktok. i have more room here, lol. please enjoy!

@thegreatmammonn

Lucifer

- he's certainly very put together in your relationship. He knows he's busy; often with paperwork, meetings, or having to discipline his brothers every now and then. Even so, he tries his very best to make time for you, not caring if he's under pressure, stressed out, or sore.

- it's no doubt that due to his busy work, romanic dates, where it's just the two of you, are a scarce element of your relationship. it's not that he hates them, don't get him wrong, he'd love to spend time with you! it's just that he's extremely busy. but when the time does come for a date, you know you'll have a great time when he texts you to get ready on a Saturday evening.

- when it comes to cuddles, he believed it was a silly concept. little did he know, he'd end up loving them when he got closer to you. he'd never cuddle during the day, only at night where he can have you all to himself. he knows his brothers are either asleep or they wont come out their rooms for the remainder of the night, so he can cuddle you uninterrupted. he loves holding you close to him, your head resting on his chest. you can hear his heart beating as you ramble about your day to him. <3

- he loves calling you names such as 'Dearest' or 'My Love.' he wants you to know how much you mean to him, even if it's just something as simple as him calling your name.

- when you give him gifts, he's very grateful. he may act a bit nonchalant towards them, trying to keep is stoic exterior; in reality, he's beyond happy with what you gifted him! The simplest letter he'll read over a thousand times, and the most pointless item will sit on his desk, anyone who dared touch it (except you ofc <3) would have to face him directly. he has a drawer EXCLUSIVELY for the gifts you give to him!

- his love language is words of affirmation. he loves whispering sweet nothings into your ear from time to time or complimenting how beautiful/handsome his beloved is that morning. <3

Mammon

- if there's one thing about Mammon, it's that he'll no doubt try to make the relationship between the two of you as fun as he possibly can. he tries his very best to understand you better than anyone because "he's your first everything." he always knows if you're upset because for some reason he's developed an 8th sense specifically for you. he hates seeing you upset and always wants a smile on your face.

- dates are every week or every other week. where does he get the money? don't ask him that; you know you won't get an answer out of it. he loves taking you to new and fun places where the two of you can run wild. carnivals, amusement parks, water parks, anywhere he can get his hands on tickets for the two of you, he'll most definitely take you.

- he doesn't really call you nicknames. every so often he'll call you "mine." but that's really it. but when he does, he'll call you 'Baby,' 'Babe,' or any other nickname he knows will make you cringe. he loves bothering you.

- cuddles? yes. kisses? definitely. he's very clingy towards you, especially when you're around other demons or men in general. he's always holding your hand, next to you, or when in private, cuddling you like his life depends on it. he loves cuddling you from behind, wrapping his arms around you. on some days, he loves when you spoon him and play in his hair. <3 he's always constantly reminding you that you belong to him and him only.

- this man LOVES when he gets gifts, that's not a shock to anyone. but when it's from you.. he's a whole other demon. he'll pretend like he doesn't care (to keep his 'tough guy' persona up) but on the inside he's squealing and jumping up and down like a teenage girl. he'd always try to get you something in return, even if it wasn't the most expensive thing. the things you give, to him, are more valuable than any amount of money.

- his love languages are physical touch and acts of service. he's always around you, constantly showing you affection. this man would fly to the ends of the Devildom just to see you. he loves you more than you can imagine. <3

Leviathan

- although the two of you made it official you'd be in a relationship, Levi still cannot wrap his head around the concept. I mean, him: a totally lame, shut-in-Otaku, dating you, the most beautiful being he'd ever seen in his many years of living. he's still really awkward and feels like he doesn't deserve someone as amazing as you! while he is awkward in the first stages, he tries his best to make sure you're comfortable and having fun.

- now that he has a romantic partner, he has someone to go on dates with! of course, he thinks everything he's into is too 'nerdy' for someone like you; but if you tell him you're interested he'd be over the moon! he loves taking you to conventions, concerts, stores, and on one of those days, the two of you will just chill in his room. he always makes sure to tell you how grateful he is to hang out with you.

- Levi isn't the type to give nicknames, he's too embarrassed about it. he'd go all red and starts stuttering trying to even mutter the word 'babe' or 'love' or any other names Normies call each other. but when you give him one, he turns every shade of red you can think of.

- his bed isn't the most ideal for most, but he tries to make it comfortable for you at least. he'll make sure to order the fluffiest pillows and the most comfortable blankets just so you can be comfortable while cuddling or sleeping with him. sometimes you'll sleep on top of him while he plays on his phone or he'll lay his head in your lap while he games. either way, he loves being around you.

- sometimes you'll be out and see something that reminds you of Levi, so of course you have to get it for him! Rather it's a figurine, a drawing, or something as small as a keychain, he'll cherish it for as long as he lives.

- his love languages are receiving gifts and quality time. he understands thats you may be upset or busy sometimes and wants to be alone, he does too, but he wants to be by your side forever and always <3

[minasw0rld]

𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

summary: it’s Billie’s birthday. She’s your best friend…if there only weren’t these weird feelings for her.

warnings: slight smut, alcohol, being drunk idk 🤷‍♀️

a/n: kinda wanna do a part two (let me know if I should make one lol) but yea english is still not my first language and ChatGPT corrected my grammar LMAOOOO (only the grammar not the story obv) anyways enjoy!!! 💋💋💋

The colorful party lights shimmer on your skin as you dance in a sea of sweaty, drunk people. But you’re having fun. It’s Billie’s birthday, and you’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long. You haven’t seen Billie all evening, though—probably because she has to talk to so many people. You don’t really mind. Of course you want to see her, but ever since you saw that post of her in that revealing outfit, those thoughts about her came back.

The thoughts you were convinced would haunt you forever.

You love her. Not just as a friend.

You’ve tried to deny it for years now, but no matter how hard you try... the feelings always come back.

You jump a bit as you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N!!”

“Billie!”

She looks at you with wide eyes and a huge smile on her lips.

“How are you doing? I haven’t seen you all night!”

Her voice makes you smile instantly. She pulls you into a hug, and you giggle as you realize how drunk she is.

“I’m good. What about you? Had a drink or two?”

She pulls back and grins, shaking her head.

“No!”

Her breath smells clearly like vodka. You both giggle at her denial.

“I just wanted to say hi to my pretty girl.”

She giggles again, placing her hands on your waist. Your breath hitches slightly, but you force a smile.

“Pretty girl?”

You chuckle at the new nickname. She’s definitely drunk. But she just keeps giggling, leaning in a little. The surrounding chatter and loud music begin to fade into the background.

She’s the only thing you can focus on.

She looks at you with a drunk sparkle in her eyes—but the way she looks at you feels… different.

“I wanna tell you something,” she whispers.

Your heart skips a beat. You nod silently.

“But you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone…”

Her expression turns a bit more serious—well, as serious as she can manage while giggling. You nod again, your heart now pounding.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You freeze. Your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest. You try to keep smiling, not wanting her to notice your inner chaos.

“What? You mean like… as a friend, right?”

She shakes her head, still giggling.

“No, Y/N! I love you!”

Her grip on your waist tightens. You swallow. What if she means it? What if this isn’t just drunken rambling?

But it can’t be… you can’t let yourself believe it. It would break your heart if her feelings weren’t real.

“Shut up! You’re just drunk, Billie!”

You try to sound playful, but your smile falters—and so does hers. She looks hurt by your words. Her hands leave your hips and cross over her chest.

“No! Don’t tell me to shut up!”

“We should get you to bed… you’re starting to say random stuff.”

“No! Stop telling me what to do! I love you!!”

You swallow again and reach for her arm. You feel terrible for hurting her, even if what she said can’t possibly be true. But something about the look in her eyes makes everything feel… different.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t think now is the right time to talk about our feelings.”

You gently stroke her arm, and it makes her smile again. She wraps her arms around your neck. You try to calm your racing heart, but it’s hard when her chest is pressed against yours and those shiny blue eyes are locked onto you.

“Maybe you should take care of your guests instead of hanging out with your friends…”

She doesn’t even hear you. Her eyes are fixed on your lips—and before you can finish your sentence, she kisses you.

Her lips crash onto yours in a hungry kiss.

It feels like your heart is exploding. Your eyes close as you lean into it. It feels too good to be true, and right now you couldn’t care less that she’s your best friend or that this probably isn’t right.

Your hands find her waist, pulling her closer as she deepens the kiss.

She only pulls away to catch her breath. You’re still dazed from the kiss, barely able to process what’s happening when she grabs your hand and pulls you into the nearest guest bedroom.

You don’t even care about locking the door. You push her gently against the wall and kiss her again. Her lips melt into yours, and her fingers start fumbling with your shirt. She pushes you toward the bed until the back of your knees hit the mattress and you fall back. She climbs on top of you, leaning down to kiss your neck, sending shivers through your whole body.

Her breath smells like alcohol—vodka, something minty.

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling. You can feel her wet kisses on your skin. Your thoughts race.

This isn’t right.

She’s drunk.

“Billie…”

She pulls back, looking at you with wide, confused eyes.

No matter how badly you’ve wanted this—how often you’ve dreamed of this moment—it isn’t right.

You know she won’t remember any of this tomorrow.

You shake your head gently and give her an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry… but we can’t do this.”

She looks heartbroken, and it tears you apart.

You sit up to face her properly, stroking her arm gently in an attempt to comfort her.

You keep whispering that it’s not her fault, that she didn’t do anything wrong.

Tomorrow, she probably won’t remember any of this anyway…

Right?

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part 2?!

[1eoness]

professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 22 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon ♡

[to clarify, i am 18. anyone <18 and anyone >18 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

[20peachtrees]

did anyone order a mcsm gravity falls au

rewatched the whole series this weekend and i was like hey lol this kinda reminds me of those blocks and the more i thought about it a lot of the roles kinda clicked into place for me

dont know whether to make f!jesse and m!jesse the pines twins or olivia and f/m!jesse as dipper and mabel respectively... i know the first would make more sense it kind of messed with the rest of my characterizations and this is by no means a serious au i dont really care to keep anything super canon compliant LOL we can just call them fraternal twins if i choose olivia and jesse

Plus hear me out i think liv being dipper makes the most sense because theyre both techy, pragmatic, kinda socially awkward and pessimistic. mabel and the jesses is more of a stretch but they both have pet pigs and are usually the most optimistic #poweroffriendship people in any group theyre in (i guess it depends on how you play jesse but like i said a STRETCH)

ivor, petra, and axel's roles as stan, wendy, and soos are kinda a given i dont think i need to explain much about that decision 😭

though lowkey lukas doesnt fit anywhere in my version of this au gideon is the best i got LMAO 😭😭 the hair is kinda similar! i guess axel and liv could also be grenda and candy and lukas could be soos...?..? completely ignoring shipping? no idea there ehh

im just rambling now like this isnt a one off doodle ok lmk tho

[starry-hughes]

My teammates get annoyed because I talk about you so much.” with Lukey! I imagine hearing this from Curtis and John lol

star’s birthday party

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luke had yet to introduce you to the team. of course you had met jack, but you hadn’t met anyone else. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet them or that luke was hiding you, it was just that nothing ever lined up perfectly.

the running joke in the locker room was that you didn’t exist. the photo of you and luke in his locker stall was the only one he had ever shown them and the only one on social media. every time there was an event, you were either sick or out of town for work.

luke was talking about the plans for the summer. talking about how you were going home with him to michigan and to watch him play in worlds.

“do you ever shut up about this girl?” john teased. “i bet she doesn’t even exist. what’s that saying? goes to another school? is from canada?” curtis continued.

“ha. funny. jack tell them.”

“she was at the apartment two nights ago i think but i didn’t see her,” jack said. “sounds like a lie to me,” john patted luke on the shoulder. “its okay buddy, you’ll find someone one day.”

luke never stopped his rambling about you but his teammates still had yet to meet you or come to terms with the possibility that you were in fact a real person who was really dating luke.

it was the last game of the year and you weren’t going to go but something cleared off your schedule and you got to go to the game. luke was finally ready to show you off.

the game ended with the devils losing but he didn’t care. “she’s real. you’ll see soon,” luke said as he changed. “sure bud,” john and curtis both teased him.

when all the players were leaving to meet their families, luke scanned the room for you and for a second his heart dropped when he didn’t see you. curtis was ready to chirp him but then you entered, looking slightly frazzled.

“i took a wrong turn and got twisted around,” you said as luke quickly approached you. you were taken aback when he kissed you. “oh hi to you too.”

“guys, this is my girlfriend, (y/n),” luke finally got to introduce you. “he’s not paying you for this or anything right?” john asked. “no?” you furrowed your eyebrows together. “my teammates get annoyed because i talk about you so much. and they thought you were fake.”

“in our defense, we only have ever seen one photo of you and you always have to cancel last minute!” curtis defended. “oh god is it that stupid grainy photo of us on the boat last summer?”

“i love that photo of us,” luke pouted.