#im so NERVOUS

[wvyik]

quit pouting, winchester’ d.w. ꩜ .ᐟ

dean winchester x fem! reader

ᰔ summary: dean gets all jealous over something super dumb (he’d never admit it though), and ends up pouting until you kiss him to make him stop being so ridiculous.

⤿ warnings: a hint of possessiveness, jealousy with unreasonable doubts, (duh) make out sesh, but other than that — just pure fluff, because this man is soft for you no matter how much he tries to act tough. don’t kiss and drive kids!!

⤿ notes: this is my first fic ever!! send some love. thanks so much for reading through my yap sesh. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Dean Winchester is pouting.

And, yeah, he’d probably rather die than admit it, but it’s so obvious it’s almost embarrassing. Arms crossed, jaw tight, barely sparing you a glance as he sulks in the driver’s seat of the Impala. You’d think you just crashed Baby into a brick wall with how pissed he looks.

“De.. what is wrong with you?” you finally ask, leaning against the window to look at him.

“Nothin’,” he mutters, gripping the steering wheel like it personally offended him. Nothing, my ass.

You narrow your eyes. “Dean.”

“Nothin’, i already told you.” he repeats, this time with even less conviction.

You huff, shifting in your seat so you’re fully facing him now. “Oh my God, you are such a bad liar.”

He scoffs. “I’m a great liar, trust me.”

“Not to me.”

And, that shuts him up for a second. His fingers tighten on the wheel, his mouth pressing into that stubborn, self-righteous little frown he gets whenever he knows he’s losing but refuses to admit it.

You smirk, slowly realizing what could be the cause of his state. “Oh my God, you’re jealous.”

Dean’s head snaps toward you so fast you think he might give himself whiplash. “What?”

You lean in, grinning now. “You totally are.” you say with a soft chuckle, as if the thought of him being jealous is the most hilarious thing in the whole world.

He rolls his eyes, trying so hard to play it cool, but his ears are so red. “Pfft. Yeah, right.”

“You so are.”

Dean exhales sharply, turning his attention back to the road like the empty highway is the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out how to dig himself out of this one.

“You’re acting all weird,” you point out, watching him squirm. “You’ve been quiet for the last hour. You barely even yelled at that dude who cut you off.”

Dean clenches his jaw. He knows you’ve got him.

“So,” you press, “what’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” As if you already don’t know.

He grumbles something under his breath. Oh, he’s embarrassed. You could tell.

You blink. “What?”

More grumbling.

“Dean.” you repeated, hoping for him to finally speak up.

He exhales roughly, hands flexing on the steering wheel. Then, finally, he mutters, “Nothin’. Just— dude was flirting with you, ‘s all.”

You blink. Then blink again. “Are you talking about the gas station cashier?” Dean says nothing. Which is an answer in itself. Oh, this is too good.

You burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Dean, he barely said two words to me.”

“Yeah? And he was lookin’ at you like a damn puppy,” Dean grumbles. “Like he had a shot.”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “That is so stupid.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs, jaw still tight. “‘S stupid to you.”

And okay, yeah, now you kind of feel bad, because he’s being ridiculous, but also kind of… sad about it? Not that he’d ever admit it, but the way he’s gripping the wheel, the way his lips are pressed tight like he’s trying to keep everything in—he actually cares about this. About you.

Which means he deserves to suffer just a little longer.

You scoot closer, pressing your chin to his shoulder. “You know you’re the only one I want, right?”

Dean stays silent, but you feel the way his grip on the wheel loosens. His jaw twitches when you press a slow, lingering kiss to his cheek. You smirk. Oh, he’s melting.

So, you push further, brushing your lips along the sharp edge of his jaw, taking your sweet time. You can feel the tension in him shift— not gone, but different. Like he’s holding his breath, waiting for what you’ll do next.

He clears his throat, but his voice comes out rough. “Yeah. ‘Course.”

You hum, letting your lips trail just a little lower. “Then quit pouting.”

“I ain’t—”

You shut him up with a proper kiss.

And at first, he barely moves—like he wasn’t expecting it, like it takes him a second to catch up. But the second he does, oh, you’ve got him.

Dean exhales through his nose, tilting his head to meet you fully, and then he’s kissing you like he’s making up for lost time. His hand finally lets go of the steering wheel, landing firm and warm against your thigh, fingers flexing like he’s grounding himself.

You don’t hesitate to deepen it, shifting in your seat to turn toward him, your hand moving up to cup his jaw. He’s warm, rough with stubble, and you take your time exploring it, feeling the way his breath stutters when you scrape your nails lightly along the edge.

Dean groans— low, quiet, but wrecked— and then he’s pulling you closer, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. The Impala swerves slightly.

You pull back just enough to whisper, breathless, “Dean, focus.”

“Tryin’,” he mutters, voice low and strained. “You’re makin’ it real hard, sweetheart.”

You grin, fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. “Ain’t that the point?..”

Dean exhales sharply, like he’s trying so hard to keep his cool, but he’s losing. And you? You’re having the time of your life watching him come undone.

You lean in again, kissing him slow and deep, dragging it out just to make him suffer. He sighs into it, fingers pressing just a little tighter into your skin, like he doesn’t want to let go.

Eventually— reluctantly— you pull back, just enough to look at him. His pupils are almost brown in this lightning, lips pink and kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling a little faster than before.

You smirk. “Told you you were pouting.”

Dean exhales, shaking his head with a grumble—but the way he looks at you? The way his thumb traces absently against your knee, like he’s memorizing the shape of you?

Yeah. You definitely won this one.

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[maiooo-0]

Wow these guys are so stupid I hate them hahahaha

[karineverse]

Fuuuuuckkkk I never did this before...

Showing off my first fanfiction!!! Yayyyy!!! I even made this drawing today

Anyways the it is related to the oneshot I made like 2 days ago instead of sleeping 🎀

[kingprinceleo]

hi its fic time let me rizz you guys up to read it

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

Based on this art piece !!!

[asherxixs]

FIRST POST ?!?!??!?!?!

Damn...

Hi, i'm Asher! I like to draw a lot, specially oc's and fanarts of fandoms I'm in. I hope you like my art, idk why I was so nervous to post here oqhf8wjfu?!?!

Anyway, here is my drawing about Stanley parable, I will make more of them so you can know more about my au!

Narrator's name: Golden/Nathaniel.

[lina-studen]

never used tumblr before, but it seems like there's an active and wholesome nevermore community here, so! my first post — an art of my favorite couple being all ambiguous and heartbreaking </3

[thenerdiestwizard]

Reward.

Pairing: university professor!Gregory House x AFAB!reader

Summary: you are in your fourth year of university, ready to leave in less than a few months and get your medical degree finally - But what happens when you've fallen in love with your biology professor?

TW: smut, fluff, age gap (reader is in her 20s, house is in his late 40s), soft!house (maybe even ooc!house), pet names like "pretty girl", literal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , softdom!house, subby!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, nipple play if you squint.

Word count: 4.5k words.

a/n: Omg this is my first fanfic ever and I'm so freaking nervous 😭. Anyways, hope you like it, and please forgive me if there are some mistakes, English isn't my first language. Feel free to leave suggestions and recommendations to improve my writing <3

"You like him! I KNEW IT!!" F/N yelled.

You have been in love with your biology professor since the first year you entered in that university. You couldn't keep your mind off him. And that professor was Dr House, an arrogant, cocky, and selfish man.

Although you knew he didn't like you the same way- at least that's what you thought.- You simply couldn't ignore him, you were truly infatuated by him since you met him.

In his class, you always did everything you could to get the best grades, always doing his works on time and even some extra works too, even if you already had a high grade.

You wanted your professor to be proud of you, to hear him tell you how good you had done - even if it wasn't genuine.

But deep down you knew that moment wasn't gonna come, knowing you weren't enough for him.

"F/N, can you please close the door?" You muttered, looking down ashamed.

Your friend giggled and nodded, getting up to close the door and jumping back to your bed.

"Sooo... Dr House it is?" F/N teased, smirking.

You looked away, blushing slightly and sighing, then nodding defeated. "How did you find out? I thought nobody would notice." You asked confused.

F/N friend looked at you with a poker face. "Me? How did I find out? I'd be worried if I didn't! The looks you give him are enough to tell you're enamoured by him!" F/N tells you.

"Is it that obvious?" You sighed, hiding your face in your hands, clearly ashamed of yourself.

Now you were afraid that if F/N found out without telling her, your professor may know it already.

Your friend softened his expression, grabbing your hands and parting them away before hugging you.

You hugged her back.

"Don't worry Y/N... I don't think he knows, he prolly thinks that you're just being nice to him." F/N said, comforting you.

You nodded and hugged her tightly, thinking about him.

You thought about your interactions in the past years. Have you been subtly about your crush or not? Maybe he knows, or maybe he doesn't.

You've been the only one to make his little extra works, only for the little smile he gave you when you gave him the work. You tried your best really. But despite the fact that you got the highest grade always, you didn't think it was enough for him.

Maybe he could have noticed the looks you give him when he's sitting on that damned chair behind that damned desk, completely distracted by his form, his voice, by him. Thinking about how you wished to be trapped between him and that desk, about having the courage to tell him how you feel.

But you couldn't do that.

You were a shy person, always quiet and well behaved. That's why you think your professor hasn't told you many rude things like he did to the others, and how he looked at you when he gave you your exam, a sincere smile crawling into his face.

But you thought that the way he was towards you was out of pure kind. You knew that deep down he was a kind person. You had always thought that, even when he yelled at you or insulted you when you didn't get the correct answer, looking at you after with a regretful look you didn't notice because of your head looking down with shame.

So you didn't got your hopes up. Telling yourself that he was like that with everyone, that he was your professor with many more years than you.

Telling yourself that he didn't view you as more as a student, that you weren't going to have nothing with him because you were a child for him.

Your friend said goodbye to you, leaving you alone with your thoughts in your apartment.

Tomorrow started the last semester of the year, meaning that your little week of holidays was over.

But you weren't nervous about that, you were nervous about seeing him.

You woke up groggily, looking at your alarm, which told you that it was already late.

You quickly got up and went to have a shower, then going to your room and dressing nicely, subtly wanting to impress your professor. Then you went to drink a quick coffee and a toast, running to the bathroom when you finished eating. You brushed your teeth, brushed your hair and after that, you put on your shoes and got your backpack, picking up your keys before putting on some cologne and leaving.

Now you were in your biology class, the bell just rang and you were glad Dr House wasn't there yet. Your friend was at your left, teasing you about your outfit choice, whispering about your little crush.

She had told you that she was suspicious about it for a very long time, meaning that she knew much before she told you.

You couldn't believe it, sighing when you looked at her and telling yourself that it was going to be okay, but deep inside very nervous.

That feeling didn't go when he came into the class, limping like always.

Nobody said anything, afraid he was going to answer with some mean thing.

For some reason you couldn't look him in the eyes, fidgeting with your hands when he sat down and started talking about something you couldn't make up because you were too entranced in your thoughts.

You didn't notice the class ended when the bell rang. It was the last class you had that day, and people were starting to leave.

You started to pack your things up when you heard the voice of your professor.

"Y/N, come here." House demanded, a stern tone lacing his voice.

You nodded, still looking down and not knowing what to do, cursing yourself internally when you got closer to him.

"Yes, Dr House?" You said with a shy tone, it was the first time you looked at him in the whole day.

A warm feeling taking over your body when you noticed the distance between the two of you.

"Have you done drugs?" House asked.

"What? No?" You were shocked and confused.

"You weren't yourself today." He stated. "I wanted to know why, you can't lower those grades..." He said, a hint of disappointed in his voice.

You looked down, sad he only cared about your grades.

"N-nothing, just didn't sleep very well... That's all." You mumbled, looking up at him again, one of your hands going to scratch the back of your neck uncomfortably.

He nodded, looking at you sternly. "Get some rest then." He said coldly, grabbing his cane and leaving you alone in the classroom.

You picked up your things and left, not knowing what to think, a pang of sadness in your chest.

The next day arrived, so did the next, and finally, the day before the final exam arrived.

You've been working pretty hard, pushing yourself to the edge to give the best of you.

Dr House didn't say anything else to you after that day, not even a mean comment - but you didn't think of it.

The weeks before were plagued by works, and exams of other subjects, so you didn't sleep very well, but still you managed to try and not make your favorite professor disappointed.

That biology exam was the last one you had before your graduation, and it was the one you cared about the most. You started to study for it when there was no exam date, wanting to get the best grade and prove your value to him, and for him to finally praise you.

Now you were studying in your apartment, one day before the exam. You had studied everything, even the things that you weren't supposed to study.

Closing the book and your notes, you went to sleep, wishing for the best.

The next day you woke up and you got prepared like always, this time with a nervous feeling.

The hour of the exam came, and surprisingly, you finished the first one. Giving your exam to your professor with a little smile on your face, feeling proud of yourself for filling all of the answers.

But he didn't look at you, like he didn't care.

You left the class without saying a word, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

Then, the last day of university arrived.

F/N and you had already bought your dresses for the graduation party that night. She bought a pretty yellow dress, while you bought a red one.

You woke up that day, still having school hours in the morning, you dressed up nicier than normal with a skirt and a blouse that accentuated your figure, and went to class.

Every professor was wishing you and your class a good graduation and saying goodbye to all of you, telling how good you would do in life and blah blah blah...

While everyone was tearing up and excited for leaving university, you were excited for seeing Dr House.

You had biology class that day, the last class of the day.

And it arrived, finally.

"Good morning guys." House said coming into the class, a stern tone in his voice like always.

The class was silent like always.

"Well..." He started. "Today we don't have nothing to talk about." He said looking up at all of you.

You were pretty nervous, you didn't receive your biology test still, and you were dying to know your grade.

He looked at everyone in the class, his eyes lingering on your figure more than they should.

But you didn't notice that, too busy thinking about your grade and fidgeting with your hands.

"All I can say, it's that..." He trailed. It sounded genuine, like he didn't want to say something mean.

"You've all done a good job." He said, grabbing his cane and looking down, like he was ashamed of saying something nice.

House lifted his cane and pushed it down again, making a thud noise.

"You can come and check your grade, then you can leave." He said, getting next to the pile of exams he had brought in.

Your friend looked at you smiling before going to check her grade.

Everyone has left the class already, leaving you and your professor alone.

You were the last.

"Y/N." He called, looking up at your frame.

Nervously you got up and approached him. Not daring to say anything, you looked down, fidgeting with the ends of the skirt you were wearing.

You could notice his stare, making you more and more nervous.

Finally, you looked at him, waiting for him to give you your exam.

"Here you go." He said, his voice still serious.

You got a 100%, a perfect grade.

But you didn't care about the grade really, you only wanted to see his face, to see if he was proud of you.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Well done, princess." House said, a smirk crawling onto his face when he saw how he caught you off guard, turning you into a blushing mess.

You looked at him confused, your face still all red at the sudden praise.

"P-princess?" You stuttered, looking up at his piercing blue eyes.

"I thought that's what you wanted, for me to praise you." He said smirking.

You were shocked. You looked down, blushing even more, not wanting to assume anything in front of him.

He grabbed the exam from your hands and put it on the desk. "You're the only one who strives herself like that in my subject." He says, his voice dropping lower. "Always wanting to be the best in class, turning your works in time..." He inched closer.

"Did you think that because you're quiet I wouldn't notice?" He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "You do extra works you don't need to do, knowing you have a high grade already." He chuckled.

Your lips started to tremble, afraid he was gonna get angry at you.

"Aw, poor girl... Don't worry... I like you too." House whispered in your ear, his breath on your neck.

You didn't think he would say that, the tears that were already starting to slip from your eyes stopping, your breath hitching.

"W-What?" You asked, your voice trembling.

"You heard me pretty girl." He said, getting away from your neck and looking at you in the eyes, a sincere look on his face. "Am I wrong about anything I said?"

You looked away, blushing. "N-no..."

His smirk got bigger inching closer to you.

"So all this time you really did all of this because you wanted me to praise you? To call you a good girl?" He asked, turning you around so now you were trapped against the desk and him.

You nodded pathetically, clenching your thighs together at the sight of his frame on top of yours.

He laughed, suddenly kissing your forehead in a soothing way.

You blushed even more, hiding your face in his chest in an attempt to hide your blushing face.

House chuckled again.

"Didn't know you were such a sucker for me under all that quiet girl mask..." He teased before suddenly grabbing your thighs and putting you on top of the desk.

You quickly looked away, not bearing how close he was to you.

He got closer to you, settling himself between your legs.

The pool of arousal between your legs was sure noticeable, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You dared to look at him, soft eyes looking at his blue ones.

"D-Dr House..." You stammered, not knowing how to start.

If this was leading somewhere you wanted to know if he really wanted you how you wanted him.

"Greg, call me Greg." He said softly, his hand going to put a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled softly at this.

"D-do you really like me?" You asked nervously.

He smiled, getting closer to you and finally kissing you softly, making you gasp in the kiss.

Pulling away he looked at you, it was the first time you saw him like that, so vulnerable.

"Haven't you noticed?" He mumbled. "I've been ogling you all these years..." He continues. "Trying so hard not to snap at you, to tell you how much I've wanted you." He sighed, looking away.

His brows were furrowed, a serious expression on his face telling you that he was serious.

"I'm in love with you Y/N." House admitted. "I know I-Im your professor and all that things but I'm in love with you, and I think you're old enough to choose if you want to be with me." He said "I'm not into younger women but... You have something, you're so desperate to get my approval." He chuckles softly. "And you didn't give up huh? Even in your last exam you tried your best... " He looked at you.

You were flustered by now, your thighs clenching around his waist.

"You've been nothing but kind to me." He trailed off. "I guess you really are into me mhm? Although I tried to push you away saying mean things to you, you never said anything..." He added.

His hands going to grab your waist this time.

You whimpered at his touch. Rough hands against soft skin.

"I-I wanted to be y-your favorite..." You slipped up, his hands caressing your sides.

He laughed at this, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Guess you got what you wanted mhm?" House teased, his lips getting closer to yours again, inches away.

You needed him, but you didn't know what to do. After all this time, you had him like you wanted, but you never thought your fantasies would happen.

"Cat got your tongue?" He whispered, his lips grazing against yours.

You shook your head softly, putting your hands on his chest.

House kissed you again, this time it was a heated kiss. Your hands gripping his shirt, and your hips grinding against his clothed bulge. His hands going to grab your ass, pushing you harder against him.

Moans spilling from your mouth at the friction, groans spilling from his.

Pulling away from the kiss he started to kiss your neck.

"So good for me..." He praised between kisses. "So pretty."

You whimpered at his praises, bucking your hips in an attempt to gain more friction. Getting out a groan from House he mumbled against your skin. "Pretty girl needs his professor's cock?" You whined at him. "Don't worry, you're gonna get it..." He trailed off, his right hand going down your body, nestling in your thighs.

"But first we gotta have you prepared mhm? Want it to fit..." House mumbled, his hand going between your thighs now, his fingers caressing your pussy over your wet panties.

You moaned when he rubbed your clothed clit.

"So wet and needy..." He chuckled, finally taking off your panties. "Is this all for me mhm?" He said, his finger gliding over your wet pussy lips, collecting your arousal.

"Y-yes professor!" You moaned out, your hips bucking up against his fingers, wanting to feel more of him.

He smirked. "You've been so good for me..." He started, his fingers going up and down, teasing your entrance. "My best student... My favorite one." He said, chuckling when you moaned at his words, bucking your hips again. "I think you deserve a reward..." He said deeply.

Finally he pushed one finger into your cunt, starting to move it slowly watching your every move.

"G-greg." You whined, he tilted his head, humming. "Yes?" House asked. "M-more please..." You pleaded.

Laughing at your request, he pushed another finger inside, curling them just to hit the right spot.

Moaning loudly at the sudden shock of pleasure, your hands went to grab the edges of the desk tightly.

"Is this what you wanted mhm?" Your professor mumbled, his voice dripping with lust. His fingers moving faster by the second.

You nodded desperately. "Y-yes! W-wanted y-you since I saw you..." You said between moans. Your face was flushed.

"Yeah?... Me too darling." Smirking, he fastened his fingers even more. Your orgasm getting closer. "Wanted you since you talked to me the first time." He whispered to you. "I've been wanting you all these years." He mumbled in your neck.

"Always being so well behaved... Even after I called you a slut for wearing those outfits." His words sending you over the edge, making you moan his name loudly. "G-greg!"

A few groans slipped from his lips, bucking his hips against the desk to try to gain some friction. "F-fuck, I love it when you moan my name like that." House groaned in your ear.

Coming down from your orgasm he got his fingers out, and got on his knees. "Need to taste you." He mumbled before lifting your skirt enough to grab your ass and pull you to the edge of the desk.

Your professor got his face closer to your cunt. Feeling his hot breath made you shiver.

House looked up before licking a stripe up your pussy, making wet sounds.

You whimpered at this, grabbing the desk tighter.

"I love the sounds you make..." He mumbled before licking another stripe, wanting to hear you moan for him again.

You throwed your head when he started to suck on your clit. "F-fuuuck p-professor~" You moaned, making him groan against your clit, sending vibrations and making you moan even more.

"You taste like heaven." He said, getting away from your clit.

You whimpered at his words.

His tongue went to your cunt, licking it up and down, to then start to suck on your clit again.

Your orgasm was building again, moaning when you finally came all over his mouth.

He moaned against your clit, and you noticed he had been bucking his hips against the desk again. "Good girl..." He groaned.

After House rode your orgasm out, he got away from your cunt, getting up.

You catched your breath after your second orgasm.

"P-Please wait a minute." You stuttered breathing heavily.

He chuckled. "Can't handle more?"

"Yes!" You replied almost instantly. "I-Its just that... I-im a virgin." You confessed, a wave of shame coming over you, making you look away.

House didn't say anything and grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

He smiled softly and kissed you.

"We don't have to do anything If you don't want to..." He whispered softly looking into your eyes.

"I want to." You said, looking at him. "I-I trust you."

He nodded. "Okay princess." He said, grabbing your legs and spreading them.

House stopped and looked at you. "Do you have a condom?"

You shook your head. "I'm on the pill."

He nodded, his hands going to unzip his  pants.

"G-greg." You muttered, your hands going to grip at his shirt. "Want to touch you..." You mumbled.

He chuckled at you. "Can't get enough huh?" Once he unzipped his pants, he started to unbutton his shirt, his upper body now visible.

"Take off your shirt." He said. "It's only fair if I get to see those perfect tits of yours too." He whispered smirking.

With a faint blush on your face, you took off your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the classroom. Then you took off your bra, looking away shamefully.

It took you off guard when House took both off your tits on his hands, massaging them. You whimpered softly at this, your hips bucking with need again.

"What a pair of perfect tits, so round and soft..." He said, looking at you with desire.

"P-Please p-professor..." You begged, wanting to have him inside.

"Needy girl." He teased. One of his hands going to free his cock. Once he got it out you got to see it, big and veiny, and hard as a rock. "But don't worry, I am too." He whispered.

He spreaded your legs wider, and pushed your skirt higher so he could have more access to your cunt.

"You ready?" He said, you nodded.

He aligned the tip on your cunt, entering slowly.

You sighed, feeling him entering inside you.

"Fuck you're tight." He groaned, one hand on his dick and the other on your tight.

He pushed harder, entering halfway.

You whimpered, you felt a pang of pain and of pleasure at the same time.

"I'm halfway there." He said, pushing harder so now he was full inside you.

A tear ran down your cheek at the pain.

He saw you, and cleaned it with his thumb.

"I'm not gonna move until you tell me to." He reassured.

You nodded. Waited a few seconds till the pain faded and became pleasure.

"Y-you can move." You told him.

He nodded and started moving his hips, groaning at your tightness.

You moaned, bucking your hips wanting even more.

"P-Please faster G-greg..." You whispered softly.

He chuckled, his face getting closer to yours and his hands going to grab your legs, putting them around his waist.

"Wanted this for so long." He whispered in your ear. His hips moving faster, making you moan. "You d-don't know how m-much I've had to control m-myself." He said between thrusts, groans and deep moans falling from his lips. "When you came into c-class with these skirts, or when y-you wore those low cut shirts.. I-I wanted nothing but to bend y-you over the desk.."

You clenched around him at his words.

He moaned at this. "Y-yes! Clench like that a-around me, fuck..."

You supported yourself on the desk, your body trembling because of the pleasure.

He began to kiss your neck while pounding into you.

"I can't believe I'm t-the first one who g-got to see you like this." He mumbled in your neck.

"I-I've kept myself for y-you." You moaned between thrusts.

He groaned at your words, pounding into you harder. Your orgasm waving over you when he hit that spot, making you clench around him.

"Y-yess! Fuck s-so perfect my pretty girl mhm?" He moaned against your neck.

He kept thrusting into you, his mouth going to suck on your nipples.

"My favorite g-girl mhm so pretty." He said lost in pleasure. Pulling away from your nipples he got closer to your mouth, kissing you.

His thrusts kept getting faster and harder, moans coming from both of you now.

"W-what a good girl..." He groaned against your neck. "Letting your p-professor be the one t-to ruin you like this...f-fuck." House moaned in your ear.

"I-Im your g-good girl?" You whimpered to him.

He grabbed your ass, pushing you even closer to him. "H-hell yes y-you are, you've always b-been." He groaned against your skin. "Always p-pleasing me..." He moaned. "You deserve a-a reward huh?"

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes because of your fourth orgasm getting closer. 

"G-getting closer again? C-come on, cum all over my c-cock like the good girl y-you are..." He groaned in your ear. His thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

His words making you finally come, moaning his name like a prayer while you threw your head back and clenched around him. "G-greg!"

"F-Fuck! Y-Y/N, g-gonna fill this pretty p-pussy up." He moaned deeply into your ear, giving one final thrust and coming inside of you. Your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

After coming down from your orgasms, he pulled out, cum leaking from your cunt.

You whimpered at the feeling of not having him inside you. He chuckled.

Heavy breaths coming from you both, you didn't know what to say.

"Lets get you dressed up." He said, first putting on his boxers and zipping up his pants.

He grabbed the shirt that you threw earlier, your bra and your panties, then he gave them to you.

He dressed up too, buttoning his shirt and grabbing his cane.

You dressed up, and when you tried to get off the desk, you fell down.

He laughed softly, grabbing you for support.

"Twins!" He joked. You laughed at this.

He smiled softly when he heard you laugh.

"I meant it." He said.

"What?" You asked.

"What I said earlier about me loving you." He mumbled looking away.

"R-really?" You said looking at him, he confirmed that he loved you, and you couldn't believe it.

He nodded. "Then what?" House looked at you.

"I do w-want to be with you." You whispered to him, a faint blush appearing over your face.

He smiled again, getting closer to your face and kissing you sweetly.

"I love you Y/N." He mumbled against your lips.

You smiled at him. "I love you too Greg."

[anonbeadraws]

TODAY!! a few hours even!!! Join us on our prelaunch lil get together at 4pm GMT! I'll be there in the chat!! See you there!!!

Link to the backerkit prelaunch here!

[stevieschrodinger]

It's competition day! I'm entering two categories, savoury scones and fruited scones. My savoury entry is Carrot and Coriander, and the fruited are Peach, Vanilla and Poppy Seed

[cofay]

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ➤ sleepy!

Part1 (previously)

It just didn’t make any sense how he could like you it’s almost been close to a month since you guys spoke and even that conversation wasn’t very much he just found out your name. He has to know more about you just to be sure about his feelings like come on, no way the one and only Kastuki Bakugo is struggling with a small unimportant person.

It was true the one and only KATSUKI BAKUGOU was struggling with his emotions it’s not like this is new he’s had his fair share of being unable to express himself but it wasn’t like this. He couldn’t even walk up to you without cutting the conversation short to ‘save himself’ and to make it worse you weren’t even in his home room class he just spots you around and is lucky enough to have the same lunch as you and one or two classes with you.

~~~~~

A random Tuesday was the day he decided he had to fucking talk to you before it’s too late. So he planned and planned until it was lunch marching up to your table as your laughing.

“Hey, you come mer’ ”

You look up him in between laughter before getting up and telling your friends you’ll be back he walks off and you follow him almost immediately but nervous once you guys make it to the semi-secluded hallway he turns to face you.

“Let’s hang out” confusion covers your face you were confused because Bakugou is known for his aggressive behavior and not wanting to even speak to people let alone his own friends

“What?”

“Am I speaking a different language? I said let’s hang out”

“Oh- okay when-“

He cuts you off

“Friday after school just cancel your plans” you nod and look around the tension growing slowly

“Okay..uh see you..later” you walk off your movements stiff and awkward.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Friday comes and your waiting at a bench outside the dorms dressed in a top that exposes the tip of your shoulders and a white skirt also with your purse as a cute accessory because why not as your waiting you feels a breeze and start hugging yourself waiting for Bakugou. Gumbling something under your breath about the weather you feel a coat placed on your shoulders you look up seeing Bakugou his cheeks pink and he’s looking straight ahead or just looking away from you avoiding eye contact.

“Did you check the weather or you just like to be cold princess?”

“Princess?”

“It’s a nickname.”

You hum as a response getting up

“So where are we going?”

“Cafe or somethin’ “ he grunts walking off you follow close behind hugging yourself with his coat you can’t deny that his coat smells good and it feels really warm like you could fall asleep in it the cotton on the inside is just the frosting on the cake for you. As you make it to a small cafe he opens the door up for you a small but generous act you say a soft ‘Thanks’ before being seated a a table near the window.

“Do you want your coat back or—“

“Just sit it next to you.” He huffs. The waitress comes up asking what you guys would like you ask for something simple a small pastry with a cup of iced coffee and whipped cream on top add a cherry also that’s always been your favorite thing to order ever since you moved to Japan you just loved the sweets that are all around Bakugou orders little almost to nothing he just ask for a small drink and maybe he’ll think about pastry’s.

The waitress leaves leaving you two alone in silence you break the ice first

“So..why’d you want to hang out?” He looks up from the window and looks at you, you may have never noticed this but now you did. He has such pretty eyes a small blush forms on your face as you make eye contact.

“I wanted to get to know you.”

“Why though?”

“Jus’ cuz’ “

“What are your hobbies?”

“Mountain climbing and eating spicy shit.”

You chuckle a bit “Eating isn’t a hobby”

“It is now” a smirk forms on his face as he sees you smiling and giggling at his answer “What bout’ you?”

“Oh, well I mean you already seen it I like to play sports when I can and if I’m not I dance a little, sing maybe and shop?”

“So you’re really active?”

“I mean duh i can’t be inactive and play soccer”

“Tch” The waitress comes back with your orders placing it down in front of you guys

“This looks good” you say grabbing a fork and taking a bite of your sweet pastry you let out a small groan and start gushing over how good the food is Bakugou watches you closely a small smile creeping onto his face.

“Cute.”

“Huh?”

He snaps his gaze away from you. No way he fuckin’ said that out loud what is wrong with him!?!?

“Did you say something Bakugo?”

His blushing is so noticeable that he’s thankful you’re not teasing him right now

“No-“ he chokes out

./づ~ 🍓

The day drags on with you to forming small connections and similarities with each other like how both of you guys parents seem to just suffocate you with love or affection when your hurt and how you both are really active people and skillful

Walking down the sidewalk you get a little to close to the curb so you unconsciously cling to his arm noticing what you did you move away but he pulls you back

“It’s fine you can hold onto me.”

You blush slightly looking down as you guys walking even though it’s quiet you feel a sense of peace with him you guys walk around until the sun starts going down.

“It might be time to go back to the dorms it’s getting late”

“I’ll walk you to your dorm”

“Really- well I mean..you don’t have too—“

“I will.”

And he did as he said he walked you to your dorm you didn’t notice it yet but you were leaning into him resting your head on his shoulder while holding onto his arm, if anyone walked by it would look like you guys were a couple. You guys show up to your dorm and you linger on him for a little longer before pull away and unlocking the door before you go in he stops you.

“Could we do this again?”

“uh..sure I’ll just have to check my calendar or maybe I could hang with you and your friends for a bit?”

“Yeah..sounds good”

A few seconds of silence passes before he speaks again

“Uh. See you.”

“See you later.” and he leaves as you enter your dorm you notice you still had his coat you opened your dorm again but it was too late he was gone you close the door sighing and sitting on the edge of your bed you lift up his coat smelling it ever so slightly gosh he smells good..

You changed into your other clothes and lay in the bed just holding his coat you slip it on just to feel the warmth again slowly but surely you drifted away into sleep

🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️

The next day you looked around for him finding him in the lounge room with his coat in hand you walk up to him

“You left this..” you say looking away and handing it towards him

“Uh..thanks” he takes it and without another word you walk off

“Y/n!” He calls out

“Yes?” You turn around rather quickly wanting to know what he could possibly need

“Do you..want to go to karaoke with me and my friends?”

“Sure! Why not?” You say shrugging

“They’re doing it this Sunday I know it’s pretty weird to ask again but-“

You cut him off “it’s fine I like to be outside anyway”

~~~~

Need less to say you were just itching to see him again

SORRY MY LINKS MAN PART 3

[yasorou]

When you decided to change your life for the better this year, but still can't plan your daily routine properly т0т

[ashezanddust]

I love them so much !!

[deadmaidclub]

they should make an interview where you get the job automatically

[mysticeclipses]

Your Arms Are My Home

This fic was inspired by this lovely art by @nekrosmos

I'm so nervous to post this, this is my first time writing a COD fic in three years, so I apoloigize if the characters seem OOC, I'm still trying to get a grasp on the characters

The scratching of a pen on paper and the idle ticking of the wall clock was all Price had been hearing for the past few hours ever since returning back to his office after a meeting alongside Kate, the two of them having spent almost half the day arguing with some knobhead General overseas who had been trying to convince the two of them that his dodgy half-baked plan was worth sending Ghost, Soap, and Gaz out to lead the entire operation. It was basically a suicide operation from the information that Price and Kate were getting, and there was no way in hell they were going to let some cheeky git send their team to the grave just for the General to get a medal for his cowardice.

Price tried to keep his composure, he really did, but this General just would not shut up about his awards and his medals and his accomplishments. In all his years of being in the military, John had never met someone whose head was shoved so far up his own arse, yet somehow, he could still tell left from right in that dark tunnel. It was really starting to grate on his and Kate’s nerves, but the second that General dared suggest that Ghost, Soap, and Gaz would be better off on his team than with the Task Force? That snapped the last little bit of restraint Price was holding onto, the sound of his fist slamming against the table making Kate jump from shock before he began laying into the cocky prat.

Now, Kate has seen Price angry plenty of times before. You don’t get to be the captain of Task Force 141, have to deal with the shenanigans of practically having to parent your lieutenant and sergeants while out on missions, and not blow up on them every now and then. But this was an anger that Kate had never seen on Price before. The man was shouting at the top of his lungs, the muscles in his neck were so tight you could see them stretching under the skin, a vein on his forehead was visibly pulsing, and it was a miracle he hadn’t thrown a fist through the screen. It probably wouldn’t have helped anyway, not when Price looked like he wanted nothing more than to wring the General’s neck until his head popped.

After more swear words than Kate could count, she finally got up to put an end to Price’s angry rant before he actually did decide to punch the screen where the General sat with a gobsmacked expression, looking like a child who got scolded by his parents for the first time. Now, she had to yank Price away from the table just to finally get his attention on her, and while she’d never admit it to his face, she found it admirable that Price would defend his boys in such a way. Showed just how much of a leader he truly was compared to the man sitting on the other side of the screen. But there was no point in continuing the conversation with both of them so riled up, even if Price had made it clear that he would not be sending his team to the General in his own way, so she sent him off to cool down while she tied up any loose ends with the General before sticking it to the man and ending the call.

So that’s how Price found himself in his office for the past few hours, having paced around the room several times before trying to smoke to relieve his anger, just to turn his focus on the pile of reports he still hadn’t finished. The cigar was still clenched tightly between his lips, having been reduced to a useless nub overtop a pile of ash at this point, yet he still wasn’t able to shake the annoyance and anger that was coursing through his veins with a violent intensity. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were his team. Simon, Johnny, and Kyle were his boys. He wasn’t going to let just anyone take his team out on just any mission, much less someone who’s plan had been thrown together haphazardly with no real concern for the lives that were at stake and guaranteed almost no one would make it out alive. What a damn coward that General was, how he hadn’t been stripped of his position was a cock-up to Price.

Honestly, where did that General get off telling Price that his team would be better off not under his leadership? Where did the man find the gall to say such a thing while knowing he hadn’t seen a warfront ever since getting such a position? John. Did that man know nothing about Price and his boys? The people they fought against? The life or death situations they constantly encountered? The bond that had been forged through victory and loss over years of working together? John. Even if Price had made the offer, his boys would never agree to work with such a General once they heard that prat’s plan. John! They may be a little crazy, but they weren’t stupid by any means, and anyone thinking they’d agree to go on a mission or operation that wasn’t thought out completely was an insult to their intelligence. John! That General was lucky he didn’t decide to fly out to their base to have the meeting in person, otherwise he would’ve been lucky to leave with his face symmetrical and his medals shoved up his–

“Johnathan!” Price was snapped out of his angry thoughts by a familiar Russian accent, nearly falling out of his chair before grabbing the edge of his desk to steady himself, a hand clutching his shirt to steady the sudden lurching of his heart as he finally met the worried gaze that belonged to none other than Nikolai. “Bloody ‘ell Nik, coulda knocked instead of scaring the life outta me.” Price huffed, finally taking the cigar nub out from between his lips and setting it on his ashtray. “I did knock. Several times actually, and you never answered, so I simply let myself in.” Nik huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, taking a moment to look over Price in his current state. Price’s hair was tousled as if he had run his hands through it countless times, his brows were scrunched tightly together, the skin of his lips had clearly been chewed to no end, and Nik could see the anger still coming off of Price in waves. His desk didn’t look any better, what with the pile of ash that Price was brushing into the small bin, papers scattered everywhere, and several broken pens laying in a heap next to the pen cup.

Looks like Nikolai got here just in time. He didn’t want to imagine what Price’s office would look like had he been left to stew in his emotions for much longer, the broken pens were testament to his slowly growing anger that he wasn’t able to shake off easily. “You need to take a break. It’s almost midnight and I can tell you haven’t eaten. Go take a shower and get out of those clothes, I’ll clean up in here, and we’ll get something to eat before I even think of letting you back in this office.” Nikolai’s words earned a gruff scoff from Price as he got up from his desk chair, cracking his neck and back a few times before turning his attention fully on Nikolai. “I’m fine Nik, just got...caught up in my own thoughts. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Price muttered, barely able to hold eye contact with Nik before he began pacing back and forth behind his desk again, only stopping when Nikolai’s form appeared in front of him.

“This is not up for discussion, you are getting out of this office to clear your head and calm down. Now come, you need a shower.” Nikolai didn’t give Price any chance to snap back with a snarky remark or escape him, taking the man’s arm in his hand as he started pulling him out from behind the desk, ignoring any fighting words or resistance while dragging Price to their shared room. “Laswell told me what happened during your meeting. You are mistaken if you think I’m going to let you fester in negativity.” Nikolai continued to ignore Price’s words, which had turned into another string of less aggressive curses now aimed at Kate for telling Nikolai about his outburst, tugging Price into the room and shoving him in the direction of the shower. “You will not leave until you have showered and have changed into something comfortable. Now go.” Nikolai’s tone left no room for an argument, much to Price’s annoyance, muttering under his breath as he trudged into the shower while resisting the urge to slam the door behind him.

Nikolai couldn’t help but let out a sigh as he watched Price disappear into the shower, only turning around to leave once he heard water pouring through the shower head, running a hand over his slicked back hair as he moved back into Price’s office. It didn’t take too terribly long to clean up; simply dumping the broken pens into the bin that he deemed unsalvageable, pocketing the pens he believed he could fix, and organizing the papers and folders scattered across the desk. Honestly, Nikolai was surprised there weren’t a couple fist marks in the old wood, especially not when he remembered how Kate had described Price in his rage. He wished he was there to see it go down, as there was something about a truly angry Price that made Nikolai’s heart stutter in his chest and his throat go dry, but he couldn’t think about that right now. There were more important matters to be focusing on right now.

Once Price’s desk was cleaned and organized, Nikolai headed back to the bedroom to see if Price was done with his shower, walking off towards the base kitchen when he heard the water was still running. Determined to take another weight off Price’s shoulders, Nikolai began rummaging through the fridge and cabinets for ideas on something to make. After scrounging around a bit, Nikolai managed to find enough ingredients to make a half-decent goulash, grabbing the largest pan he could find so he could make a good amount for the both of them. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to fill with the smell of cooked meat and spices, and on more than one occasion, Nikolai had to swat away an all to eager Soap who was trying to steal bites of food when he wasn’t looking, soon spooning two healthy portions of goulash into bowls before carrying them back to the bedroom. He was nice enough to leave the rest of the goulash out for someone else to have, to which Soap promptly swiped the pan and scurried off before anyone else could get their hands on it.

Stepping into the bedroom, Nikolai was pleased to see John sitting on the edge of the bed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, damp hair plastered to his forehead, silently handing him the bowl of food before joining him on the bed as the two began eating in silence. Eventually, John spoke up with a mouth full of food, wiping some sauce off the corner of his lips in the process. “Damn, this is some good nosh Nik. How’d you manage to make this on base?” Nik couldn’t help but laugh at John’s words, though he knew that this was likely the first time in a while John had gotten to eat a proper meal. The man lived on military rations more often than he really should. “When you are not busy yelling at generals over video calls, I can show you how to cook simple dishes. Good bonding activity too.” Nik promptly earned a punch to the shoulder for his words, though he didn’t miss the way the corners of John’s lips turned up in a hidden smile, admiring the way his eyes still crinkled slightly with the expression.

“You’re a cheeky prick, you know that Nik?” This earned another laugh from Nik as he finished the last of his goulash, waiting until John was finished before taking both bowls and standing up from the bed. “да. Comes with living life the way I have.” He simply set the bowls on the nearby dresser before getting undressed, tossing the clothes to the side much to John’s dismay before going back to the bed, promptly getting under the sheets before picking up the remote and turning on the television. “Lay down with me, maybe we will find something better than your strange task challenge show.” “Oi! Taskmaster is a good show! Watch it, or you’ll be sleepin’ on the bloody floor!” The threat was void of any real malice as John slipped under the sheets next to Nik, promptly swiping the remote so he could turn on his show, as he wasn’t in the mood to watch another convoluted Russian drama that would be impossible to follow.

It didn’t take long before exhaustion began to overcome John, as with his anger finally simmering away to a meaningless feeling, he found himself wanting nothing more than to get a half-decent night of sleep. Wiggling out of the hoodie, John threw it onto the nearby chair before getting comfortable on Nik’s chest, the side of his face resting on the thick, plush chest hair while he took in the soothing scent of cologne that stuck to Nik like a blanket, instinctively leaning into the hand that began gently running through the loose strands of his hair. “You are a good captain, John.” Nik hummed quietly after a few moments passed, stirring John from his muddled thoughts, tired blue eyes gazing up as if silently asking where such a thing was coming from. “You are intelligent, driven, protective, and you fight for what you believe in. The way you stand up for your team, the way you protect your team, the brotherhood that you have with your team, it is something that isn’t always seen in this line of work. You were right to yell at that mудак for thinking he deserved your team. Though I wish I was there to hear everything you called him.”

That earned Nik another punch to the shoulder, this one having much less force behind it thanks to how drowsy John was getting, which prompted Nik to turn the television and lights off before getting comfortable under the sheets. With his arms wrapped tightly around John, practically ensuring the man wouldn’t be able to get out of bed until morning, Nik placed a tender kiss to the skin of John’s back, nuzzling up behind the man so his chest was flush against John. “Goodnight, моя бабочка.” Nik mumbled before finally dozing off, his face pressed into John’s shoulder blade. For a moment, John simply stared at the wall across from him, and he couldn’t help but think about Nik’s words. He was a good captain, better than most he had met, but it was moments like this he appreciated most. The tenderness, the domesticity, the adoration he shared with Nik, he wouldn’t trade this for the world. He’d take another bullet, fight another psychopath, spend long nights going over plans, if it meant he could return to Nik’s arm. This was his home, his team was his family, and he’d protect it with his life. John gave Nik’s hand a gentle squeeze before finally allowing his eyes to close, slipping into blissful sleep.

[fizzyp0psicale]

Blueberries and grapes au! (Rottmnt au!)

If the link doesn’t work then it should tomorrow! My acct is @ pinky_winky_twinky on TikTok! You can find it there! Here is some art!

Au explained!- Before they could pull Leo out of the dimension, Mikey’s portal closed. He was too tired to open another one. That being said, Leo died the instant the portal closed. His mystic energy landing onto his katanas.

Donnie doesn’t give up, he locked himself into his lap and immediately starts working on a way to get Leo back. his brothers tried to convince him to come out every once in a while, but he never does not until he knows Leo is safe. After what feels to be years of him trying. (6 months).

you can’t take it anymore as he gets really mad he starts throwing everything to the ground and swing Leo’s katana. It opens a portal mirror, it shows Leo spirt through there as Donnie finally happy to see his brother. we can’t escape the portal, so Donnie figure out another way. it advances Leo katana into a way of being to hold his spirt.

Leo is able to float around anywhere but you can only seen him after touching the katana. After a couple years Mikey practically is able to do already due to him being able to have mystical magic, it took a while to recover. He can’t hear Leo though. Raph though is still refusing and thinking Donnie and Mikey are just doing an unhealthy way of coping.

[sleepypeek]

stillness

umm...eva reference?