#its always stuff like. do you close your window/door at night. do you take off your shoes inside or outside the door. do you sleep with a

[vampmilf]

i love when polls are phrased like omg i just found out people do this super strange and freakish honestly downright despicable thing??? 😨😰 (insert very common and normal thing people do) is this true??? do you absolute degenerate freaks actually do that?? 😭😭 personally EYE would never because i think its super weird and i hope everyone who does the thing knows how freakish and gross it is but i could just neverrrrrrr 🤢🙅🚫 anyways im just asking because im curious: do you do the thing?

[dollgxtz]

Sleepy Crow

Word Count: 1.8k words

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!

AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333

Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.

As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows followed him, a steady drumming that seemed to fill every corner of the place. He took off his sodden jacket and hung it up, feeling the weight of it pulling him down. He walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors, trying his hardest to be quiet. Mephisto was perched on his cage (not that he was ever really in it, it was more for decor) tilting his head when he saw Sylus brush past him but not making any sound himself.

He made his way to the bedroom chambers, deciding to make sure you were where you belonged. Peeking his head in the bedroom doorway, he saw your sleeping figure, chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. He smirked, closing the door behind him as he entered. He was happy you finally seemed to be getting some rest.

Your insomnia had been getting worse, and he'd been getting worried when he saw you were often messaging him at 4 am, sometimes as late as 8 am with no sleep. Of course he’d offer to have you over, to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear until you succumbed to sleep, but he couldn’t always. Sometimes business was needed to be handled, and for those nights he had gotten you the best sleep medication that money could buy. You had been weary about taking them at first, but he had assured you that the side effects were basically none. He had made sure of it.

Sylus made his way to the bathroom, proceeding to rid himself of the damp clothes clinging to his skin. A quick shower and then he could finally curl up next to his little crow. Not that he would be sleeping yet, but it was nice to watch you dream. Sometimes you’d whine or make little noises, which he found absolutely adorable. He wondered what you dreamt about sometimes, but you had refused to answer much to his annoyance.

The hot water felt amazing after being gone practically all night. He washed all the blood and dirt from his skin, examining all of his various injuries. He had a run in with a few “pests” that he quickly exterminated, but they had managed to get a few nicks on him. He touched his arm where the biggest cut was, his Evol immediately snaking around it and healing it faster than he could blink. He did the same for the others, feeling brand new once more.

Some time passed before he finally turned the water off, dried himself, and slipped into a pair of boxers. He slowly made his way into the bedroom, hoping that he wasn't being too loud but you were out like a light. Sleeping like a rock.

Sylus slipped in bed next to you, sighing with pleasure as the soft mattress sunk beneath his weight. It felt heavenly. He turned to put his arm around you, trying to get as comfortable as possible so he could hold you. He softly kissed the corner of your ear, his head starting to swim with thoughts. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable enough to possibly fall asleep with you.

But he couldn't.

He had been laying in bed for thirty minutes just thinking. He thought about all the business arrangements he needed to finish. Tonight had been…messy. No doubt he had made some new enemies. How impatient he was getting about the new weaponry he had bought from Spain. They should be arriving soon, but it had been taking forever.

How he wanted to feel your tight cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Sylus stiffened, attempting to rid his head of these thoughts about you. His efforts were in vain though, as he was already rocking a semi hard on that was steadily growing into a full erection.

Obviously there was nothing he could do about it. You were sleeping after all. And not only that, it's not like he could wake you to do anything anyways. He hates quickies, they bored him. He likes to take his time. To take in your reactions, your faces, and your noises. Besides that, you were taking a pretty high dose of your sleeping meds and he kinda doubted he could wake you even if he really tried.

This thought stirred in his head for a bit.

Yeah...you wouldn't wake even if he tried. He sighed with a twinge of pleasure as he pressed his erection against the soft cotton of your underwear. The pressure felt immaculate, and if he hadn't been gone all night he probably could've finished just by pressing himself against you. You were the only girl ever that could make him finish that quickly.

But it wasn't enough. He needed more. It had been a bit since he touched you like this.

You moved a bit in your sleep, letting out a small whine. He leaned over you to get a better look at your face. Still sleeping, mouth open slightly ajar. You were so fucking pretty when you slept.

“Such a sleepy kitten” he growled lowly, snaking his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear. He didn’t know why, but the mere sight of your sleeping face was getting him worked up. You looked so docile, so vulnerable. He wanted you. Sylus began to tug them down slowly.

This was very wrong. He knew this and yet he couldn't stop. He kept going, making empty promises to himself that he would only take a peek. He just wanted to see you. All of you.

Sylus froze has he finally pulled your underwear down to your legs, practically breathless at the site of your cunt at his fingertips.

"Fuck..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from pressing a finger between your folds. He watched you carefully for any signs of discomfort or movement, but you were still fast asleep as he pushed his finger in. You were warm, inviting even. It's like your pussy was sucking his finger in, deeper and deeper. He slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Soon enough, your cunt was slightly wet, spots of your slick forming on the backs of your legs near your pussy. Pulling out, he practically shivered with excitement.

Sylus was quick to put his fingers in his mouth, savoring every drop of you. You tasted so sweet to him, the best flavor he ever had the honor to try. He wanted nothing more than to dive head first into the source and lap it up. But his erection was so starting to bother him. It was rock hard, and throbbing ever so slightly, begging to be freed.

He had to have you. And he had to have you now.

He pulled his erection through the hole in his boxers, beginning to stroke himself with an intense grip. Groaning as quietly as he could, he stared at your wet and welcoming cunt. He swore it was just begging to be filled by every inch of his cock. Still wanting him, even when you were asleep.

"You’re so pretty sweetie" he whispered in your ear, closing his eyes as electrifying pulses of pleasure crashed through him. Sylus told himself he should stop now, but it was past that point. He knew himself better than that. His mind was already made up, no matter how much he was trying to talk himself out of it.

Turning you a bit more on your side, he readied the fat head of his tip to your entrance. You stirred once again, mumbling incoherent nothings before becoming silent again. Sylus chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the tip of your ear as he stroked himself a few more times.

As he sinks his tip into your tight entrance, his precum smears all over your hole. He shudders with intensity, trying his best to hold back a groan, worried that making too much noise next to your ear would wake you. He pushes further and further until he can't possibly sink himself into you anymore. You squirm, letting out another whine, this one a bit louder than the last.

"Im sorry kitten…" Sylus coos, laying his head behind yours as he fucks you with a slow, rhythmic pace. "Just need to cum in what’s mine. Be a good girl and stay asleep for me”.

He rests one of his hands on your hip, trying to keep from shaking you too much as he continually plunges himself inside you. You were warm, your gummy walls constantly tightening around him. He moans your name over and over like a prayer, feeling lost in your walls. The soft clap of his skin meeting your ass echoes a bit in the room.

"You're fucking made for me. Look at you sweetie, tightening around me, trying to squeeze me dry even when you're sleeping" he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to bliss.

His thrusts became sloppy and he had to slow himself, trying to savor every moment he had inside of what essentially felt like heaven. He had been wanting to fill you for days. Images of his seed erupting onto the walls of your fertile pussy, eventually giving you a nice, round tummy that would grow his baby filled his head and he couldn't stop himself from finishing anymore.

As his hot ropes of sticky cum shoot against the walls of your womb, he accidently grips your hip a bit tighter than he meant to. You yelp, and he quickly rubbed his hand over the spot he'd hurt you, ensuring you remained asleep. He checks the spot and sees some slight bruising already starting to form and curses himself silently for losing control and hurting you. His Evol was quick to move over the injury where his hand lay, instantly restoring your skin back to a healed state. Sylus was amazed he could even do that. His Evol had only ever healed him. It wasn’t until you came along that it had ever revealed that kind of power and it didn’t work for anyone else either.

"Shh shh, its ok. Just be still, I'm almost done filling you up darling…”

Once his orgasmic high subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath before watching as his cum pooled out of you. He took his finger and scooped as much of it as he could gather before gently pushing it back within your folds. Feeling satisfied with his work, he pulled your panties up before finally pulling the cover back over you.

"There you go. Gotta keep my seed where it belongs so you can make us a baby. Right kitten?" he chuckled, finally feeling tired enough to cuddle you and fall asleep.

[dollfacefantasy]

End of the Night

pairing: mafia!leon kennedy x reader

summary: leon comes home late from a job. he finds comfort in his pregnant wife who's fast asleep.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, somnophilia, pregnancy, mentions of blood and violence and typical crime stuff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey besties. here you go. hope everyone enjoys. if you're interested, check out my ko-fi. i appreciate the support you all give me oh so much. mwah <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld

Another late night. The car rumbles as it pulls into the driveway. He shuts it off and sits there for a moment, taking in the quiet of the neighborhood street. Moonlight illuminates his bruised knuckles and bloody sleeves. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, the skin beneath the dried crimson liquid turns white. A deep sigh seeps out of his lungs. 

He runs a hand through his dusty brown hair and looks in the rear view mirror, seeing his tired eyes looking back at him. He’d been meaning to get it cut, but he’d been busy as of late.

“It’s getting shaggy,” you’d tease him while scratching his scalp with your manicured nails. Then you’d lean in close and give him a big kiss on the cheek. “It looks good.”

You. His beautiful, darling wife. The greatest pride of his life. Only a few rooms apart, tucked away safe inside.

He lets out another sigh as he thinks of you, but this time it’s a breath of longing rather than exhaustion. You were why he was out here, cooling off. He’d promised himself since the day you got married those years ago, he wouldn’t let this affect you. Wouldn’t even let you get close to this side of him.

All the windows of the house are dark. He knows you’re asleep, curled up under one of the many plush blankets he’d gotten you. Face pressed into the silk pillowcase, your soft breaths drifting through the bedroom.

The mental picture brings a smile to his face instinctively. It quickly fades though as he looks down and crashes back to reality. Blood covered his suit, soaked into the fabric. He knew he’d have to just throw it away. He wouldn’t even bother asking you to wash this one.

He gets out of the car, careful to shut the door quietly. Walking up the stone path to your house, past the pristine lawn, he jams his key into the front door. The air in the house is so much warmer than the chill outside. It hits him in a rush, making his face feel numb. He slips his shoes off by the door, something you always asked him to do after one night when he had tracked remnants of some unfortunate guy all over the bedroom carpet.

Sometimes coming into the house almost made him unsettled. It was as if he still couldn’t believe it was his. That was how he felt about you too. Sure, he’d always expected to get married, but he never thought it’d be like this. Never thought he’d be happy.

He walks across the entryway and heads up the spiraling staircase, passing pictures of the two of you hung on the walls. When he reaches the bedroom, he sees exactly what he suspected. Even though he expected it, the sight of you fast asleep didn’t melt his heart any less. It filled his chest with warmth and made his head feel loopy with how much he adored you. The worst thing he could imagine was coming home and finding that bed empty. Whether you left or someone took you, he didn’t want to ever think about either. That was why he was always so careful. So that would never happen.

He pads across the room to your side of the bed and looks at your sleeping form with love in its most raw state. The kind that made him ache. He strokes your head and smooths your hair out. A light kiss lands on your forehead before he leans down and kisses your belly, swollen with his child.

More than anything on this earth, he wants to crawl into bed with you and do all that lovey dovey shit until the sun comes up. But he knew he needed to shower, not wanting to even imagine the disgust on your face if you woke up to his clothing, blotted red with blood, pressed to your skin.

He goes into the bathroom, making sure to be as close to silence as possible. He cringes when he turns the shower on, and just hopes the noise of the rushing water isn’t enough to wake you.

The next step in this little routine is taking out one of the disposable bags you now stored under the sink for nights like this. He peels off his suit and stuffs it into the plastic before dropping it in the trash. He’d take it out tomorrow.

He gives his body a once over in the mirror, looking at the stained and scarred skin before stepping into the shower. The hot water feels damn near euphoric on the taut muscles in his back. He lets out a muted groan. It sprays down on him and dampens his hair, the locks transforming from their lightened shade to a deeper brown. 

The white tile surrounding the drain turns red as the marks from work get washed away. He uses the little scrubby thing you bought him, making sure all of it is really gone. Washing his hair too, he uses some of your shampoo tonight just for your scent.

He can feel the pressure dissolving in his shoulders and the tight coils in his back beginning to unwind. He no longer feels like a live wire. The hot tension in his neck melts and rolls down his back, pooling in his belly. The heat of stress evolves into the warmth of desire.

When he’s finally done in the shower, he gets out and wraps a towel around his waist. Water droplets roll down his chest as he dries his hair. He then takes care of his other getting-ready-for-bed tasks and comes into the bedroom. He pulls on some flannel pajama pants and turns to his bed, ready to finally lay with his stunning wife and hold you till he passes out.

But when he looks over at you, that warmth that collected within him starts to bubble up into a boil. You had shifted positions, kicked the covers off so that you were much more exposed. It wasn’t unusual for you. The fact that it was freezing out now didn’t stop your body from heating up like a furnace while you slept. It started when you first fell pregnant, and while it caused you great discomfort, Leon secretly enjoyed it, infatuated with the warm, soft feeling of you against him in the night.

You were wearing a baby pink nighty he’d bought for you. It barely held your breasts which had just started to fill out more a few weeks ago. The lower part of the dress bunched up around your waist just below your bump, letting him see the matching panties you had on. He nearly drools as he imagines your lush thighs around his head, locking his face against that fabric.

God, and the final straw, your sweet, precious face. So clueless, not the slightest idea that your husband was a few feet away, leering at you. Slightly parted lips, twitching lashes, those cute round cheeks. It was too much. He had to do something even if it risked disturbing your slumber.

He had already drifted to the foot of the king-sized bed in his lustful stupor. Kneeling on the mattress, he leans forward and crawls to his target. One hand scoops up one of your legs, placing it on his shoulder. The other does the same to your second leg. It was just as he’d imagined, that familiar engulfing heat against his cheeks, around his neck.

Flat on his stomach, he brings his head in. His thumbs hook on your nightgown to slide it up a little more, resting it on the peak of your bump. His lips meet your clothed pussy in a gentle kiss. He then takes a deep breath, inhaling his favorite smell.

He trails some more kisses up the fabric to the level of your clit. The cloth gathers wet splotches from his saliva. Before removing the garment, he nuzzles your center, dragging his nose upwards against the silk.

Everything about you was soft, tender. From your voice as you spoke to the way you looked at him with love pooling in your eyes. His refuge from everything else, the blood, the betrayal, the guilt.

He loops his finger under the strip of fabric that conceals your cunt from him. After tugging them down, his eyes train on your folds. He locks his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer, smothering himself with you. Closing his eyes, he gets to work.

He delves his tongue between the velvety skin and licks stripes upward. His tongue draws skillful patterns on you and swirls around your clit before taking the sensitive bud between his lips to suck on it.

And there it is. You squirm ever so slightly. Your hips shift, but he keeps them pinned down in place. A small grunt leaves you and a smirk rises to his lips. So sweet, his innocent girl, never the wiser. 

In waking life, he wished he could keep you so blissfully unaware. Obviously, you weren’t privy to how deep the darkness of his work went. You had a basic idea though, and that was too much for his taste. You didn’t deserve to know any of that stuff even existed. He wanted to shield you from all of it. Just let you live like a princess in a castle without wondering how he could afford to give you that castle in the first place.

He shoos his concerns away by burying himself further in your cunt. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves in rapid succession, applying pressure with his gentle sucking. A sense of satisfaction comes over him as he feels your slick beginning to coat his chin. He increases his efforts and flattens his tongue on your clit before going back down and working it into your hole.

He laps every drop of you he can, groaning at the taste. His arms squeeze tighter around your thighs, and he takes a deeper breath of that heady scent. He’s so laser focused on your pussy, he doesn’t fully register the moans beginning to spill from your lips.

Finally, he perks up when he hears possibly his favorite sound in the entire world.

“Leon?” you whimper, your voice soft and shaky with arousal.

He groans again, opening his mouth now to make out with your cunt. His tongue massages you and works inside you again.

“S’ok, baby, everything’s ok. Keep having those pretty dreams,” he mumbles into the junction of your thighs.

He doubts you could even hear that at the volume he spoke it, but he’s back to work anyways. Your squirming is getting more frequent as the coils of pleasure tighten within you. Your legs shift around in a futile attempt to alleviate the disruption to your rest.

More wetness collects between your legs, mixing with his spit and making your folds slippery. It’s the best feeling ever to him, he just can’t get enough. That smooth, slick skin. Your warm, plush thighs. He’d do this all day if he could. Any stress he’d had from work was as dead as the guy who’s blood had ruined his suit.

With one particular stroke of his tongue, you rouse from sleep. Your legs tighten around his head with a few conscious whimpers. You lift your head and look down at the mop of hair working at the apex of your thighs. You lazily run your fingers through the locks.

“What are you doing?” you mumble, your voice a little whiny from the nonstop ministrations to your cunt. Your head falls back to the pillow with a soft gasp.

“I think it’s obvious what I’m doing, sweetheart,” he teases before continuing.

“Bad day?” you rasp.

“No. Now shhh. Let me make you feel good, honey,” he says simply.

While Leon loved talking to you, he couldn’t eat you out till you were trembling if he was using his mouth for anything else. He returns his full attention to your pussy, devoting all his energy to getting you to that peak.

Your moans are louder now, becoming higher pitched as sparks of ecstasy fly inside you. The sheets gather and twist around your body as you writhe on the mattress. Toes curling as moon light shines through the curtains in your bedroom, you suck in a hushed gasp as his fingers slide inside you with ease.

You’re so sensitive from your condition that it only takes a few gentle pumps and scissoring motions of his fingers to have you dangling from that pleasurable edge. Your hips try to buck, but again, his palms have you secure, right where he wants you.

“Fuck… Leon. I- I- babe, I’m gonna-” you whimper while your breathing becomes more labored.

“Come on, babydoll,” he nearly growls, “You can do it. Cum for me. All over my face.”

Strained cries rise in your throat, your hips rhythmically rolling into the pleasure he provides. Not one to ever resist him, it’s only moments later that you do as he says, the band of euphoria inside you snapping.

He works you through it, not stopping his tongue or fingers. Your moans are deep and loud. There was no reason to be concerned with volume so you let the sounds fill the bedroom and spill into the hall. Wet noises bloom from the bottom of the bed as your release coats Leon’s fingers.

Not wanting to waste anything, he laps up every drop of you that he can. His tongue makes broad strokes over your cunt, and even as you begin coming down, he doesn’t let up right away. You squeal and squirm as your high overflows. Your feet weakly kick at his shoulder to signal it’s too much.

“Leon… can’t take it… fuck,” you whine and claw at each side of the pillow behind your head.

Normally, he’d keep going. Mouth would be latched on to your pussy for the next hour at least. Swirling circles around that pretty clit until you were crying and had gone hoarse. But right now, you’re carrying his baby. Your days are hard enough, and the last thing he wants is to be the cause of any discomfort for you.

He forces himself off of you, panting as he disconnects and pushes himself up. Looking up at you, his eyes are blown out with love. You roll on to your side, stretching your sleepy limbs as you slip back into the state of relaxation you were in before he’d woken you. He watches you, adoring the way your mouth widens into a yawn as he crawls up the bed to slot himself behind you.

Curling up against your warm body, he lets out a hum of satisfaction. He places a few tender kisses on your neck and behind your ear. His fingers run through your hair and stroke it back from your face in soothing motions.

“My pretty little wife,” he whispers.

Now you hum in satisfaction. Your hand finds his which was on your belly, rubbing your bump. You gently squeeze it before lifting it to your lips and kissing each one of his bruised knuckles. It was something you’d done hundreds of times at this point in your relationship, but it was never any less special to him.

“How’re my girls tonight?” he murmurs and places more kisses on the side of your head.

“We’ve been good,” you answer softly, voice becoming sleepy again already, “Well, she has. She’s just like her dad. Been kicking ass inside my stomach all night.”

Your eyes are closed, but it’s as if you can see the grin on Leon’s face. “She can act like me all she wants as long as she’s as cute as her mother,” he breathes with a peck to your temple.

No matter how many times he’d say things like that to you, you could never fight the heat that rose to your cheeks and the smile that broke out on your face. You turn and connect his lips in one final kiss before you settle into the pillows to sleep again.

He just watches you, the best way for him to unwind at the end of the day. When he looks at you it’s easier to remember that while tomorrow’s gonna be another day in his life full of gunshots and corpses, it’s also gonna be another one he spends with you, spends waiting for that perfect baby in your belly.

[bbybaku]

BOY NEXT DOOR SHIG

i actually really like this one. like might be my fav thing I've ever posted lol. slow burn i fear. ends w smut. as always

follows the American academic calendar sorry its all i know and it'll make sense why at the end

5k ish words (sorry idk how this one got so long)

warnings: uhh slow burn, smut, multiple positions, make out, dirty talk, choking, dom shig, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism

you went to college a little over an hour away from where your parents lived.

which meant you only really went home and stayed with them on school breaks. Summer, Thanksgiving, Christmas break.

You didnt think or wish to be back at your parent's house, your whole life was at college. Your friends, your stuff, your job.

That was until your parents got a new neighbor over the summer.

He was tall and kind of lanky. He had long fluffy blueish-white hair that was a little past his shoulders and always slightly in his face.

You saw him and what looked like his dad moving in.

Their new house was the one right next to your bedroom window.

Your parents went next door to introduce themselves. They came back and told you that the boy was only a year older than you and he was also in college.

You asked more questions, what school? What is his name? Does he live at home? is he on social media?

but they said they didnt know. They told you to go over and introduce yourself but you had a better idea.

You knew better then to open your bedroom window. For all you knew the new boys dad could be in the room directly next to yours.

But you did it anyway. You took down the curtains, opened the blinds and opened your window.

It was summer after all.

You never got the opportunity to talk to the boy over the summer.

You saw him in passing.

He was akward. When you saw him in the neighborhood he would give you one of those closed-mouth smiles and lift his hand in a wave. he was so hot in one of those loser-man type of ways.

You also saw him doing yard work. He never took his shirt off but he had more muscle on on than you initially thought.

Luckily, the neighbor boy also took the bedroom across from yours and he seemed to notice your open window.

Sometimes in the evenings he would open his too.

there was a little bit of distance between the houses but you could still occasionally hear the music he was listening to, you could hear him talking while he was gaming, and sometimes you would wait until he was in his bedroom with his window open to change clothes.

you hoped he would notice. maybe even take interest.

but as the summer ended and you packed up for school you knew you had to accept that it was too soon. you knew it needed time.

as the semester progressed you tried to forget the neighbor boy. you went out with you friends, you went to class, and you lived your life but he was always there in the back of your mind.

no matter where you were or what you were doing you couldn’t help but think of him. what he was doing, where he was, his long slender hands, the veins on his forearms. when you would listen to him talk to his friends. if he had a girlfriend.

obsession is a big word but you were swiftly approaching it with how often you thought about him.

when you went home for thanksgiving in mid-november you were actually ecstatic, unlike your usual sadness to have to leave your life behind. not this time, you were going to get to see him.

even if if was in passing or if it was just listing to him play video games through his window.

something was anything.

and anything was something.

just like he did over the summer he opened his window in the evening.

you tried not to stare into his house but it was much more decorated and lived in than it had been over the summer.

he had posters on his walls, better lighting, furniture arranged to be more fung shiu, and dirty clothes on the ground.

what you would do to get a hold of his dirty laundry.

he still played video games at night and listened to music.

you still changed infront off the window.

you two saw each other in passing and he did the same thing he did over the summer.

a closed mouth smile and his hand would lift up as a wave.

but now your parents and his dad were friends so they had more to tell you about him.

you had to play it cool they couldn't know that you were obsessed, no you were asking out of morbid curiosity.

your parents told you his name was tomura shigaraki. his dad adopted him, it was just the two of them, he was a year older than you and he was in computer science.

and no it did not seem like he had a girlfriend.

you had to hide your excitement.

how much did he know about you? was he even interested?

as your excitement began to dwindle and you got ready to leave home and go back to school for the last few weeks of the semester you herd someone call out your name.

you looked up and sure enough getting out of his car was the neighbor boy, tomura.

“hey! you’re (y/n) right?”

you tried to control yourself. you knew your face had to be beet red.

“oh yeah hey”

“well i just wanted to say hello" a pause. he looked around a little awkwardly, then finished his train of thought "im tomura.”

you gave a small smile “it was nice to meet you tomura, i guess ill see you around”

he did his little wave and went inside.

you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

you couldn’t get his devious little grin out of your head.

he had to be interested. you two were the same age and the same demographic. he was a loser and you were beautiful.

if you weren’t obsessed before, now there was no denying it.

the last three weeks of the semester went by agonizingly slow. even your friends noticed your distracted demeanor.

you chose not to tell them. you didn’t want to ruin the magic. and you didn’t want to sound delusional about the neighbor you’ve been stalking and only spoken to once.

when the semester finally ended you were practically already packed and ready to head home.

you spent the entire drive trying to calm yourself down. knowing you had to play it cool around the neighbor boy. around tomura.

you got home and pulled into the driveway, you noted that his car was in his driveway.

you walked in the front door and were met with not only your parents, but also tomura and his dad.

your eyes instantly met.

you dropped the bag you were carrying.

“oh hey” you said not breaking eye contact.

“uhh what’s up” he said sounding nervous but there was no denying that he was happy to see you.

your parents introduced the two of you. he awkwardly shook your hand. you could feel how clammy they were.

your mom announced that tomura and his father would be coming to their yearly holiday party that they throw every year.

you had to rein in your excitement.

“oh, I'm excited to see you guys there”

they left and you immediately went upstairs to scream into your pillow, with your window closed of course.

the holiday party's theme was to wear holiday-esc clothes, you knew who would be there so of course you wore a little black dress and a santa hat.

you saw tomura walk in but you didn't approach him, not yet.

he was wearing a collared shirt under an oversized dark green sweater with Christmas symbols on it that looked thrifted.

you helped yourself to the access of alcohol that both your parents and their guests provided.

you had left your window closed the last few days in anticipation of seeing him tonight.

you noticed he was drinking a beer. your eyes met from across the room. he was standing next to his dad, talking to a group of neighbors.

you were talking to a different neighbor, an old lady who was telling you to dress more modestly.

you risked a glance. he was checking you out. how little you left to the imagination in your little dress.

he caught your eyes and blushed, looking away instantly. he was back into the conversation as soon as he looked away and you looked back.

you excused your self for more alcohol.

you talked to your mom

felt the warm effects of the alcohol.

made eyecontact with tomura.

talked to some more of the party guests

more prolonged eye contact.

You were laying it on thick with your "fuck me eyes"

after what felt like an eternity of dancing around each other finally, your parents were talking to him and his dad.

you joined the circle, only a little motivated by the alcohol you had been drinking all night.

the alcohol that mad the blood rush between your legs a little more than usual.

your parents were asking him about college. he answered their question but was staring at you.

"- yeah I dont really have plans after graduation I'll probably just go wherever the wind takes me kind of thing"

he didnt take his eyes off you. even after he finished talking. he was a good head taller than you. his hair had gotten longer but it still looked good on him. you noticed the contrast of his light hair against his dark eyebrows. he was well-groomed. clean shaven. you wondered what he would look like first thing in the morning with stubble and no shirt on-

"Y/n?"

"Sorry?"

"they were asking about your plans after college"

"Oh um- Im also not sure yet, Ive been looking into grad school but I'm still on the fence,"

your eyes flicked to tomura, an invitation.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go get some water."

he took the bait, "I think im gonna get some water too"

he followed you to the makeshift bar on the kitchen island.

you poured yourself another drink.

he cracked open another beer

“so what are you drinking?”

he shrugged and took a sip

“doesn’t taste very good”

you simply nodded. you could feel the heat on your cheeks. all these months of thinking about him and now you have absolutely nothing to say.

“so you study-“

“can we quit it with the small talk?”

he stepped closer to you and wrapped his free a hand around your waist, he leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear.

he said it just quietly enough that only you could hear, “i don’t want to act like i haven’t been jerking off to you changing in front of your open window and you can’t act like you’re not the little slut who opens her window and gets naked for me.”

you flushed. your blood should be cold from the embarrassment but it wasn't.

it was the opposite.

you felt like you were on fire.

it felt like your excitement was pooling in your underwear.

you realized he was still holding on to you, he hadn't moved.

it was like you and tomura were the last two people on earth. your surroundings a blur,

"wanna get out of here"

"yes. yes please" you whispered.

"thats what i like to hear"

he took your hand and walked you to the back hallway of the party since so many people were blocking the front door and the stairs.

he stopped you in front of one of the doors.

you wanted him so bad that a drunk makeout next to the guest bedroom was enough.

your back was against the wall and one of his hands was leaning against the wall next to your head.

"do you ever think about me when you're away?" he whispers.

you run a hand down his chest. stomach. brush your fingers against something else.

something hard.

"all the fucking time" you whisper back.

he doesn't say anything.

he pins your back to the wall with his body. his hand runs through your hair.

his hand does it again.

youre looking down.

his hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look up him.

he inspects your face, eyes lingering on your lips,

and then he kisses you.

not a little gentle kiss.

your mouth is met by his wet open mouth.

your hands locked around his neck, one of his hands found your waist and the other was in your scalp.

you could feel his hard on.

you rubbed your sex on him and he sucked in a breath while kissing you.

his tongue was exploring your mouth, he wanted in while simultaneously sucking on your bottom lip and biting your tongue.

tomura was warm, he smelled like ocean and spice and laundry detergent. he was all you wanted and more.

he pulled away from the kiss and took a step away from you. he wiped your mouth with his sleeve and then wiped his.

an old man you recognized as one of your moms coworkers wandered back into the hallway.

you quickly understood why tomura just pulled away.

“this isn’t the bathroom” he said looking between the two of you.

you and tomura look at each other and fake a laugh.

his face was flushed, his hair a mess, and your there was a tint the color of your lipstick around his mouth.

"oh yeah we were just talking about college. the bathroom is that way." you pointed to where the party was happening

the man smiled and walked away.

once he was gone you and tomura went right back to what you were doing.

this one wasn’t like the first one though.

it was rougher. it was something more

tomura grabbed your jaw with one hand and squeezed your ass with the other, saying between passionate kisses,

“you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted this”

he pulled on your hair, forcing your head to angle up towards his face.

you can’t ignore his big strong hands, the length of his fingers, the veins on his arms just peeking out from under his rolled up sweater sleeves.

your santa hat must have fallen off a while ago.

his other hand on your ass kneaded it like it was bread dough.

he grabbed at your ass by the handful, pulling on the skin and fat and muscle before letting it go, occasionally feeling your waist, the swell of your hips, and then going right back in for your ass and repeating the process.

his tongue explored the inside of your mouth like it belonged to him. he sucked on your bottom lip, shoved his tongue in, sucked on your mouth with his entire mouth all in no particular order.

you pressed your hips into him and liked what you found.

with one arm wrapped around his neck, you other massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling his hair, a signal to him to come closer to you.

you moved back and into him again. grinding against him. he was hot and hard.

you removed your hand from his scalp and palmed his member.

he pulled off your mouth but not your body and let out a shaky breath.

“if we start with that i won’t be able to stop” he whispered into your hair.

“who said that’s a bad thing” you whipered back.

you could feel his smile against you even though you couldn’t see his face, “i never said it was bad but maybe we should find somewhere more private”

“can we sneak out to your place?”

this was when he pulled his body off of yours and you could see his smirk, “i think that’s a great idea.”

the two of you tried to tidy each other up as best as you could but there was no denying the fact the the two of you just did something. both of your cheeks were flushed, hair was ruffled, and clothes disheveled.

there was also no denying his excitement. you pulled his sweater down to help him attempt the hide the tent in his pants.

he mumbled out a "thanks" and looked away blushing.

he walked out into the party first, raising his eyebrows at you as he said to meet him outside in ten minutes.

you counted to 100 before entering the party so as not to look suspicious.

you didn’t want your parents old and nosy friends know yours and tomura’s business.

you found your parents and stood in on their conversation. casually looking around every chance you got to find him. you spotted him in the kitchen standing next to his dad talking to a woman.

he was standing with his hands in his pockets, slouching, his cheeks still pink, his lips a little swollen, and his his looked like someone had just ran their hands through it.

you noticed you were staring. then you noticed he was staring at you too. he gave you a small smile and he pointed his head toward the front door.

you gave him a small nod in agreement.

you whispered to your mom that you were going to go sit outside and to not worry about you.

she had a few drinks in her system and was more concerned about her holiday party than whatever nonsense her daughter was up to, so it was easy to slip away.

you instantly started walking towards the front door when you felt a hand grab yours. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

the next five minutes were a blur.

your hand in his.

running over to his house.

his frantic effort to unlock the front door.

instantly making out against the front door once inside.

running up the stairs with him right behind you.

hands intertwined.

barely making it to his room before, once again, aggressively making out against his closed bedroom door.

tomura peeled your desss off in one fluid motion and picked you up throwing, you on his bed.

he whipped his sweater off, and climbed on top of you.

you began to undo the buttons on his white button down but he stopped you,

"ah ah, not yet. its my turn"

he pulled one of your breasts out of your bra, nipple already hard, and put his mouth around your nipple.

his right hand finds yours, interlocking fingers and pressing you to the bed.

his left hand finds your other breast and kneads on it. pulling on your nipple, grabbing the flesh with his palm and fingers.

all while milking your other.

his mouth sucking and teeth bruising there was nothing you could do to conceal the unholy wimpers he coaxed out of you.

his eyes find yours.

“look at me” he says then resumes what he was doing.

your mind couldn't form coherent thoughts.

the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure you were experiencing at his hands.

and mouth.

your hips find his.

you could feel his rock-hard member in his pants.

your free hand finds his member between the two of you and you rub your hand up and down him over his pants.

he inhales shakily.

"mmm not yet" he whispered into your breast.

he maneuvers to switch sides, his mouth now on the opposite breast and his hand cupping the breast his mouth was just on.

your back arches and you moan as his mouth makes contact.

you couldn't stop yourself from grinding your hips against his again.

he bit your nipple in response, getting a yelp out of you.

you knew for sure by now that you were soaked through your panties.

since Tomura had taken your dress off your arousal was evident but his attention was still on your breasts.

he was holding one of your hands and the other was in his hair, nails scratching circles on his scalp and occasionally pulling on his hair.

your hips still moving against his you gave a tug on his hair for his attention.

he kept his mouth where it was but stopped what he was doing, lazily looking up.

you pet his hair and whispered "can we please?" pushing your hips into his for emphasis.

he raised his eyebrows slowly.

he removed his mouth from your nipple dramatically with a loud sucking noise.

he sat up and switched the position he was in to now hold down both of your wrists with one of his hands and to hold your hips down with the other,

"I said not yet,"

and he turned his attention to the nipple he had previously been working on.

you thought you couldn't have been more aroused but with his new found control over you? you could have come just from the sight of him.

your hips struggled against his arm, seeking any form of release as you whimpered in pleasure from the love he gave to your nipple.

you came out of your trance and realized he was still fully clothed and you were still wearing your bra and underwear.

he removed himself from you slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and pushing his mane of hair out of his face.

you were breathing heavily and slightly disoriented from what he had just done.

"lets get rid of these, shall we?"

he started to pull off your underwear. and you went ahead and removed your bra.

"it cant be fair that im the only one who's naked?"

you motioned to him still being almost fully dressed save for the sweater he had been wearing over his now half unbuttoned button-down shirt.

shigaraki sighed and began unbuttoning his shirt

"I thought you preferred to be naked?" he looked up at you and smirked "or are you just a show off?"

you didnt really have a good response to his call out so all you could do was stare at him.

you watched him undress making sure to emphasize one of your signature looks, the fuck me eyes.

he definitely noticed your gaze.

he smirked back at you as he stood up and shucked off his pants.

Leaving him in nothing but a pair of blue plaid boxers.

your favorite.

he crawled back onto the bed and sat on his knees in between your legs, where you lay on your back. head propped up with pillows and still panting from what his magic mouth and fingers just did with your nipples.

he locked eyes with you, hooked his hands underneath your knees, and pulled your bottom half up to him.

he pushed your legs up, essentially folding you in half as he brought his mouth down to yours.

He kissed you sweetly and deeply. with care but also disrespect like he would stop if you asked you him to but you were pulling him closer, scratching his back, and grinding against his member.

so he squeezed your thigh, groped your boob a little tighter, and explored the cavern of your mouth a bit deeper with his tongue.

his hand previously on your tit found your throat. he choked you as his mouth pulled from yours.

the pressure of his hand caused your mouth to open, searching for air and only getting a little bit of it.

he squeezed tighter as he licked down the column of your neck and back up.

kissing your mouth lightly one last time as he released your throat and started kissing down your body.

kissing down to your soaking wet sex.

his hand stroked your face at first. he kissed your jaw, your neck, your chest, booth boobs, your navel, then he found the space between your legs. he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started kissing you there too.

he kissed your clit similarly to how he kissed your mouth at first. softly. respectfully. passionately. like he was waiting for permission.

you gave it to him by grabbing a handful of hair and rubbing yourself against his face. you could feel his nose and his smirk on your sweet spot.

he took your invitation, and you could hear him inhale through his nose he grabbed two handfuls of your ass and went to work.

with his mouth on your clit you could feel him sucking on it, lapping his tongue against it, and eventually sticking two fingers into your sopping entrance.

you couldn't hold your moans in. especially once his veiny, long-fingered hand was pumping in and out.

your first orgasm didnt even build it just ripped through you, without anything you could have done to stop it.

shigaraki, satisfied enough with his handy work sat up and whipped your wet from his mouth with the back of his hand.

you could have orgasmed again from the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair in the ambient lighting of his bedroom.

"your so fucking hot" you couldn't stop yourself from saying.

his hazy eyes found yours "You should see yourself right now" he gave you that smirk after he said it.

there was no hiding his arousal. he pulled his boxers down and his member sprang free.

he was hung.

8 inches long and thick.

all you could do was stare your mouth slightly open and your blood pumping between your legs.

"you like what you see i take it," he says that fucking smirk on his face.

all you could do was nod your head.

he spits on the tip and starts pumping himself as he moves forward toward you.

he hooks his arm under your right leg and maneuvers himself between your legs.

"you ready?"

you hum in response

"mmm i need a yes"

"yes, I am ready"

"good girl, thats what i like to hear,"

he inserts himself slowly, you feel the familiar sting of being stretched out

tomura pauses, looking at you as if asking permission to continue.

your hand is covering your mouth but you nod for him to continue.

he does.

you look down to see that he is not even halfway in.

"oh my god" you whisper "its so fucking big"

he just smiles, not losing his focus on what he is doing.

once hes almost all the way in he pauses again, looking at you for permission to continue.

"can you start moving slowly?"

he doesn't acknowledge your words other than thrusting in and out as slowly as he can,

with each thrust in you couldnt with hold your whimpers.

tomura was slowly increasing speed and how deep he was going,

"is this okay" he asked his breath slightly shaking

"oh my god yea" you struggle to get out

he pushes the leg hooked. under his arm up higher and finally bottoms out in you,

you both moan.

"fuck, youre so tight,"

"you youre so big"

his hand hound your face and stroked your cheek before he took your jaw in his hand,

"youre so fucking beautiful"

you could feel your heart flutter in your chest as he pounded in and out of you and an unholy speed.

"lets switch positions"

you hum in response, so fucked out that you couldn't form coherent words.

he grabs a pillow and flips you over, shoving the pillow underneath your hips.

he taps the small of your back, you spread your knees and arch your back for him, grabbing one of the other pillows to hold in your arms.

tomura grabs hold of your hips and inserts himself, going in smoother this time.

just because the entry was easier did not mean the new angle was any mind boggling.

and tomura was not holding himself back in the slightest, he moaned once he was all the way in and wasted no time in absolutely fucking the shit out of you.

you didnt know it was possible for a human being to experience pleasure like this. your second orgasm of the night rips through you with an inhuman moan.

tomura gathers up your hair and pulls you toward him,

"came again so soon? thats my girl"

he wraps one hand around your throat the other finds your shoulder to use as leverage as he continues to fuck you from behind.

his thrusts begin to stutter losing speed and consistency,

"im close i wanna see your face"

"okay" you say through breaths

he once again flips you over, pumping himself as you readjust the pillows under your head and hips,

tomura heaves your legs up and enters you one last time.

your hands find the back of his head and you pull his face up to yours as he resumes his no longer consistent pace.

his hand finds your throat and your other hand finds his bicep, squeezing at the cords of muscle,

you look up at him slowly, from the sight of his cock entering in and out of you, his muscular upper body, to his big red eyes staring down at you. watching you watch him.

one last orgasm rips through you, starting in your stomach and then spreading to your core and to the rest of your body.

tomura finishes at the same time as you, pulling out and coming all over your stomach and boobs.

the two of you just sit there for a moment. both of you breathing heavy. both of you fucked out of your minds.

tomura is the first to break the silence.

he swallows and rubs his jaw,

"do you think we should go back to the party because I kind of want to do that again?"

m.list

[finkinthisfrew]

TEACHER'S PET (Pt.5)

cw: 18+, teacher/student, teasing, taunting, daddy, praise kink, other stuff, v inappropriate :)

You follow Professor Healy up to his office, hands shaking in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next.

“Sit,” he commands as he steps through the door. You enter the room, obediently walking over to the chair facing his desk. 

“No,” he says authoritatively as you move to sit, causing you to freeze where you stand. “Edge of the desk. Facing the window.”

Confused, but too anxious to question him, you step behind his desk, hopping up on its edge as you hear the door close shut behind you. Another click- the lock. You sit quietly, heart pounding, eyes glued to your Professors chair, oblivious to the wall of colorful leaves behind it, branches dancing in powerful fall winds as you listen to the sound of his footsteps approaching.

“Miss Thompson,” he starts quietly, though the authority in his voice is unwavering as he continues. “You seem to think indecency on an Ivy League campus is not only appropriate, but worth flaunting,” he says as he steps into your view, eyes looking down at his busied hands. His fingers work at the cuffs of his dress shirt, then he rolls his sleeves up meticulously, exposing his veiny tattooed forearms one at a time. You raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your nose up snootily as you open your mouth to protest.

“”Well maybe if y-“ you start hotly, but he cuts you off immediately, disinterested in whatever you have to say.

“That wasn’t a question- it was a statement. And if you could spend more than two seconds listening to me instead of thinking about my cock all day long then maybe you would realize that, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Thompson?” He asks, towering over you with eyes so dark they look nearly black as he steps towards you.

“W-well, I,” you stutter, cheeks flushing, but he continues like you haven’t spoken as he bends down towards you, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk.

“You spend class after class sitting there in your absurdly tiny skirts, biting your little lip until it’s raw and squeezing your thighs together like I won’t notice, desperate to appease me when called upon in class… yet the moment class is done, you become a tyrant. A good student should always be good- not just when she chooses to be…” he says, his tone displeased as his eyes bear down on you. You desperately want to please him, reaching your hand out to take his tie, dangling before you like bait.

“I want to be good for you,” you say quietly, gripping his tie with both hands and pulling on it gently- pleading as you look up into his dark eyes. “Let me be good for you.” You tug, tilting your lips up towards his, searching for approval. 

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind as his eyes wander your face. Abruptly, he brushes your hands off his tie, turns, and sits down in his chair, crossing his arms as his eyes travel slowly, greedily up your body, finally piercing through your soul once more before speaking.

“Show me your homework,” he commands.

“What?” You ask, caught off guard.

“You heard me,” he says, his voice low, thick like molasses. “I’d like to grade your work,” he says darkly, face dripping with lust as his eyes wander down your chest to your skirt, making you squeeze your legs together without realizing. 

“Spread.”

You spread your already slick legs automatically, the sight of your Professor sitting back in his chair lazily as he watches you spread your legs only exciting you more.

“Ah-ah-“ he tuts, lifting his chin as he watches. “Wider… That’s it,” he says approvingly as you spread your legs as far as you can, exposing yourself entirely to him. “Good girl,” he says, mouth remaining slightly open, slack as he watches your juices drip onto his desk where he was to grade papers later that night.

A moan slips from your lips, his praise sending a shiver of pleasure through your core. 

“How do you already look so fucked out?” He says quietly to himself in disbelief. “I’m not even touching you and you’re already moaning,” he says, a smug smile teasing his lips. You nod innocently at him as you run your fingers up the inside of your thigh.

“I like pleasing you,” you said softly as your fingers meet your wetness. You slowly drag them up your dripping slit, making your stomach quake with pleasure. Your finger finds your clit and you begin to rub tight circles into it, moaning a bit louder this time as he watches your fingers intently, eyes flitting back up to yours periodically as you work.

“A little slower- there you go,” he directs you. You slow your speed, whimpering as you scan his face, the memory of his lip in your mouth screaming at you, demanding to be relived once more. But you want to be obedient- you want nothing more than to please him. Heat builds inside you as you watch the corner of your Professors mouth twitch up a your whimpers. The coil inside you tightens more than usual, much deeper than it has before, but it’s still not enough, so you pout in frustration. 

He stands up slowly, his eyes penetrating yours as he cocks his head to one side, taking a step towards you as he slips his hands in his pockets.

“Does it feel like it’s not enough?” He taunts with a small smile. You nod your head rapidly as you watch him approach you.

“It’s never enough,” you whisper, your eyebrows creasing in pained frustration.

“How many times have you tried? Enough?” He asks, his tone dripping with lust as he takes another step. He’s now standing between your open legs, looking down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. You nod your head, pushing your lower lip out even further as your frustration builds.

He shakes his still cocked head faintly in disappointment as he slips one hand from his pocket, reaching it up to your face

“Words, Miss Thompson,” he breathes as he looks down at you, taking your chin delicately in his hand. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and you whine at his touch, watching the corners of his mouth turn into a greedy smile through your hazy eyes.

“Too many,” you pant quietly, but your answer isn’t enough for Professor Healy, who gives you another warning look as his hand sharply tips your head up to him. “Every day after class. Every night before bed. Every morning when I wake up. Sometimes even between classes,” you list between moans, panting as you speak.

“And what do you think about?” He asks, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, trailing a single finger down the top of your thigh towards your knee. The rough finger against your hyper-sensitive skin sends a wave of electricity through you, causing another breathy whine to escape your lips.

“You,” you breathe as you close your eyes and slip two fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, a new pleasure blooming within you. But the sensation is too dull- your fingers too small, too gentle to satisfy your need for fullness. It’s not enough. You push them in anyways, fumbling somewhat rhythmically- desperate to relieve that burning need for release.

“Well, naturally,” your Professor agrees in a pleased tone. “And you’ve been doing this every day, multiple times a day, and you’re still not satisfied?” He asks in both curiosity and awe. You open your eyes halfway as you press the heel of your palm into your clit.

“No, it never feels right,” you groan in frustration at the feeling. “I need your help,” you whine. “I need you, Professor.”

“Ahhh,” he says in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches his hand up to your breast, cupping it just barely as he swipes your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt with his thumb, making you gasp at the shock of pleasure. He cocks his head to one side, enthralled by your physical reaction to his touch. You look up at him with renewed fire in your eyes, and he lowers his other hand to your thigh, trailing it slowly back up your bare skin as his eyes pierce through you. “You need some tutoring,” he breathes darkly as he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. You gasp at his touch, missing the shudder of pleasure that rolls through your Professor’s body at your erotic moans.

His fingers find your clit first and you groan- loudly- gripping the table with fingers like vices. His calloused thumb rubs wave after wave of pleasure into your clit as you mewl, watching his expert thumb work. His fingers are much longer, much thicker, and much rougher than yours. You want them inside you now.

“Fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as he picks up his speed on your clit.

“Are you taking notes?” He rasps, his own breath growing ragged as his other hand slips up the hem of your shirt, his weathered skin leaving tingles in its wake as it travels back up to your breast, cupping the warm, soft mound of skin.

“More,” you complain in a low whine. “I need you- to fill me,” you say as you bite back another moan. You reach your hand out to his buckle, pulling him closer to you and begin to fumble at the clasp. Suddenly his hand leaves your clit, gently gripping your wrist as he tuts once more. You whimper.

“I’m not done, yet, darling,” he coos as he leans into your ear. “I have to check your work first.” You groan as you feel his hand between your legs once more, his fingers toying lightly at your entrance, teasing you as your hips reach out desperately for more. You feel his other hand trail lightly round your neck, his thumb lingering on your throat for a moments before reaching around, taking a handful of your hair in his grip. He pulls, tilting your head back as he dips a single finger into you, no more than an inch. You groan and whine as you try to push your hips forward, but he keeps his finger just out of reach. 

“Look at you, writhing around all desperate for me,” he says, voice gravelly in your ear. “So eager… Do you want more, baby?”

“Yesss,” you plead, turning your head in his grasp to place your lips on the closest part of him to you- reaching desperately for his jaw, thirsting for a taste of him. 

“Of course you do,” he says as he lets you nip at his jaw, smiling as he withdraws his finger, slowly replacing it with two as he pushes them in a bit further, stretching you wide. You throw your hands around his neck, anchoring yourself in the sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing around you as you dig your nails into your Professors skin. 

“My best student,” he praises, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you whine loudly in his ear. He pushes his fingers in the rest of the way, all the way up to his knuckles. His two fingers are thicker than three of yours, their roughness only adding to the whirlwind of pleasure building within you as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, every stroke against your G-spot earning a moan from you.

“Is this what you needed? To be filled up a bit?” He taunts you sweetly. “All those performances and tantrums you threw for me, and all you needed was for me to fill you a little?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, the word slipping from you naturally before you can catch yourself. Your heart stops as you feel his fingers pause.

“Ohhh, I see,” he says with a smile, lifting his face to look down on you. His fingers resume fucking you, picking up speed, just barely, making you mewl frantically. “Had I known every time you said Professor you meant daddy…” his voice trails off as he looks down at his fingers. You watch him lick his lip, then bite it slightly as he watches in devilish fascination as your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. “Very good girl,” he says, almost to himself. You groan in pleasure, his praise like its own toy, sending a shiver of satisfaction up your spine, escaping your lips with a shudder.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need? Not full enough?” He coos sweetly.

“Yes- fuck, yes,” you reply exasperatedly.

“Yes, what?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly. You groan through clenched teeth, his mutual need for the word sexier than you ever could’ve imagined.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper as he smiles, pumping his fingers even faster inside of you, a burning ball of pleasure building steadily in your core. “I need you to,” you add in a choke as you watch the vein in his forearm strain against his skin as his fingers curl, every stroke pushing you closer.

“Well I have some unfortunate news for you,” he whispers in your ear. “You see, you’ve been very bad,” he growls, lips grazing the skin of your neck, teasing you with their touch. “Traipsing around campus in this little getup, flaunting your ass to everyone like it doesn’t belong to me.”

You can’t help but groan at his possessive words- all you’ve wanted was to be his.

“Trying to tease me- trying to tempt me,” he continues, pressing his thumb harder into your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Hazel… And bad girls don’t get the privilege of being filled and fucked till they scream,” he taunts as you whimper in frustration. “They don’t get to be pounded till they can’t walk anymore- till they can’t think anymore,” he says, nipping your burning skin at the base of your neck between his words. “You haven’t earned that privilege, Miss Thompson,” he said, his mouth finally planting itself above your collarbone, warm tongue swirling against your skin before harshly sucking on it, making you moan loudly in euphoria. 

“How do I earn it?” You beg desperately through panting breath.

“Ohoho, my darling…” you hear him chuckle below you, his face lifting up to look at you with a devilish smile. His mouth hovers above yours as he looks up at you with wide blackened eyes in pity, warm breath taunting you as it washes over your tender lips- bitten raw from countless bitten back screams. “Did you fuck yourself one too many times for me this weekend?” He asks in a mocking tone as he pouts. “You’ve already forgotten what I said? Too cock-drunk for daddy to remember what he told you?” He pushes you down to your elbows, then grinds his hips into yours, his fingers pulsing rapidly within you. He presses his forehead into yours, nostrils flaring, pupils blown-out as he growls into you, “You’re not going to touch my cock- you’re not going to feel my cock- you’re not even going to so much as see my cock for the next four years. I hope that little grab you tried earlier in my trousers will be enough to tide you over until graduation, because you’re going to spend the rest of your Masters Degree replaying it- replaying this- the time you came so close to getting fucked by your Professor- night after night all alone in your bed, until you it drives you mad. I’ll be surprised if you don’t start touching yourself in classes after this… you’ll spend the next four years crawling at the thought of getting to feel my cock inside of you. That’s a decent enough punishment, don’t you agree?” He says menacingly, your clit burning with pleasure under his thumb as he coaxes your orgasm closer.

You shake your head furiously, your need to be fucked by him clouding your mind in such a thick haze of lust you can’t seem to think straight as you ride the high of pleasure.

“No? You don’t agree?” He asks threateningly. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering, shaking against him, the overwhelming emptiness leaving you feeling deranged. You nod desperately- anything to get his fingers back inside you.

“That’s my smart girl,” he coos sweetly. You feel his fingers pushing back inside you, the relief almost sending tears to your eyes as your elbows give out. Your Professor catches you with his other hand, holding you up as he pumps his fingers faster. “That’s my smart girl. Yes baby, you’re right,” he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. “You earned your punishment and you’re taking it so well for daddy.”

He places slow gentle kisses on your face, your voice emitting an endless stream of moans and whining, teetering so closely to the edge of your climax, you don’t think you could remember your name if he asked you.

“Shhh, you don’t need to worry about that now. Right now you need to come for daddy. Can you do that for me baby girl? That’s it, you sound so beautiful when you scream, my angel. Moan for me just like that, there you go,” he says as you buck your hips uncontrollably against his relentless fingers, unravelling in his grasp. “Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? Such a needy girl…” he taunts with a smile, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside of you. “Are you ready to cum for daddy? Yes? Yes, I think so too, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my fingers. Ah- that’s it. Good girl, just like that. Perfect… My perfect girl…” he mutters the last few words into your skin as your orgasm bursts through your core, spreading through your body to your fingertips and toes, electric waves of pleasure splintering you from within as you scream. You shudder in his grip, legs shaking against his hips as your eyes roll back into your head. Pleasure explodes and pulses within you as his fingers slow with the settling of your body, leaving you limp in the strong grasp of his arm. The pleasure envelops you, slowly bringing you back to consciousness as you catch your breath from the release, relief flooding your body after weeks of aching. You eventually open your eyes only to find your Professor looking down at his hand, still between your legs.

“Look at this pretty little mess you made for me,” he says, tilting his head as admires the juices coating his dripping hand. He moves his fingers around inside you curiously, pulling them in and out as he plays with your wetness, periodically looking up to watch you as you jerk and jolt at his movements, too sensitive to be played with after such a strong climax, but too drained to stop him. 

“Feel that? Do you feel my fingers inside you?” He asks you softly. You shiver as he cradles you closer to him, his fingers still toying with you, then manage to nod your head twice. “Memorize that. Because you’re not going to feel them for a very. Long. Time.”

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips as he withdraws his fingers. He looks down at you with an indecipherable look as his eyes travel over your face. Then, he leans down, placing a single gentle kiss on your lips, his mouth moving carefully and purposefully as a new kind of flutter awakens in your core. When your lips finally part, you watch as he steps away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the juices from his hand.

“You’re forgiven for your behavior,” he starts quietly, wiping each finger meticulously. “But if you try to tempt me like that again, I promise the next punishment won’t be nearly as pleasant for you,” he says without looking at you. “You’re dismissed.”

You stand up in a daze, furrowing your brow in confusion as you walk towards the door obediently, too fucked-out to do much more than simply follow his command. You open the door, glancing back at your teacher once more, his back now facing you as he looks out the window of his office before you leave, closing the door behind you. You lean against it, the click of the lock a minute later causing you to flinch. You rest your head back against the glass window of the door, catching your breath as you play through what just happened, the wet mess between your legs becoming more noticeable outside the steamy haze of the office.

It didn’t make sense. Why didn’t he fuck you? Did he not want to? That wouldn’t make sense. He didn’t have to touch you, and yet he went out of his way to make you cum anyways? Eagerly cooing every sweet nothing you could have possibly wanted into your ear when he could have just sent you home…  That only made the mystery of him not fucking you even more confusing. He had every opportunity to fuck you just now, and yet he didn’t even so much as stroke himself. Maybe your sexual desire wasn’t as mutual as you’d thought it was… 

A sudden sound shakes you from your spiral. You scan the empty hall, waiting for the sound to repeat itself in the hopes of identifying it. You stand there quietly, ears perked. You hear it again, realizing the sound was coming from behind you.

A whimper.

You turn, then reach as high as you can on your tiptoes to the tiny sliver of glass that hadn’t been covered in newspaper.

Just barely, you see him. The two fingers that had just been inside you, the same one’s he’d just cleaned in front of you now in his mouth, his eyes closed as he sucks on them. You can’t see his other hand, hidden behind the desk, but you slowly piece together what he’s doing, the rapid rhythmic movement in his lap paired with his soft whimpers finally clicking in your mind. You catch yourself as your hand drifts back down between your legs, clenching it into a tight fist before you could do anything crazy. You can’t get caught out here- another teacher could walk by at any moment and see you straining on your toes to spy on your teacher in his private quarters. No, this you’d have to enjoy later. You let yourself watch him pump himself a another minute longer, taking extra care to memorize every whimper before promptly running down the hall, desperate to get home so you could replay the look on his face when he caught his bottom lip with his teeth and chewed it, hair bouncing with the speed of his hand before looking down with a pained expression at the small crumpled pile of black lace on his desk…

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Best Dream Ever

Rowaelin Month 2024, Day 3: Idiots in Love @rowaelinscourt

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: some swearing, alcohol, ridiculous amounts of fluff

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Why the hell is someone knocking on my door at eight p.m.? Aelin grumbled to herself as she reluctantly walked to her front door, wine glass in hand. It had been a heck of a work week, and she was a grown woman who was entitled to her post-work drink. She rose up onto her tiptoes to look through the glass panes near the top of the door and did a double take when she found her neighbor from down the street standing on her porch, looking for all the world like he was about to bolt. 

“Rowan?” She opened the door. “You alright?” 

He ducked into her house, pushed the door closed, and looked frantically out the window, chest heaving like he was afraid for his life. “I am now, I think.” 

She raised a brow. “Look, I know we’re neighbors and friends and all that, but seriously. What the hell?” 

He held up his hands. “I’m sorry, Ae, I really am. I texted you like fifteen times.” 

“Ah, shit.” She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and waved it in front of him. “Dead, I’m sorry. Ran out of battery on the way home from work and honestly haven’t wanted to charge it.” 

“Fair enough.” He walked beside her down the hallway to her living room and flopped down on the couch he liked, groaning in relief when his head hit the throw pillows. 

“Long week for you too?” 

He grumbled something incomprehensible and moved the pillow off of his face. “Have you ever had six adult men show up at your door armed with gods-only-know how much booze and zero warning and proceed to set up shop in your house?” 

“Can’t say I have,” she drawled. 

“Wouldn’t recommend.” He raked his hands through his messy, pale hair. “I made the mistake of telling the guys that I got that deal with the MLB team, and they apparently decided that this was their sign to come into town and crash my weekend. Seems like I ‘don’t celebrate right,’ whatever the fuck that means.” 

Aelin hid her smile behind her wine. “Which one of the twins said that?” 

“Fen, of fucking course,” Rowan said dryly. “Who else d’you think could convince all the guys to drop everything and converge on my house for a weekend? We’re not in college anymore, not like he understands that.” 

“I’m sure he’ll come around eventually,” Aelin offered. “For now, though, you know you always have a place here. Just…you don’t need to crash for the night, do you?” 

Pink tinged Rowan’s cheeks, and he slipped his backpack off of his shoulders. “Well, now that you mention it…” 

She laughed and stood up. “You know where the spare room is, Ro. Want a beer or something?” 

“Sounds fuckin’ amazing.” He went down the hall to drop off his bag in her spare room and returned a few minutes later in sweatpants and an old university t-shirt. Gratefully, he took the beer bottle from her hand and tipped half its contents down his throat. “Fuck, that’s good.” 

“It’s from the case of ‘good stuff’ you dumped in my garage three weeks ago,” Aelin said, pairing her words with a poke to his side. “Quit using me as your beer overflow, Whitethorn.” 

“Who else could I trust not to drink it?” he grinned, slinging one arm around her shoulders. “If I let one of the guys keep it at their place, it’d be gone in a day, never mind that it’s a small batch craft brew that needs at least thirty-two hours of chilling before you can really get the tasting notes.” 

“Snob,” she teased, turquoise eyes sparkling with laughter. 

He smirked. “It’s called good taste, Ae, and you—” 

A fist thudded rapidly against Aelin’s front door. 

She looked at Rowan, and he looked back at her, eyes wide. “Please don’t let them in,” he whispered, and he took off down the hall to hide in the spare room. 

“Men,” she sighed. She strolled down the hallway, peered out the window, and cracked open her door just a few inches. “What the hell do you want, Moon Moon?” 

Grinning broadly and probably tipsily, Fenrys tried to lean on her doorframe and stumbled sideways before regaining his balance. “Where’s Rowie?” 

Aelin fixed the blonde man with a flat, unimpressed look. “Ask me in normal-people words, Fenny boy.” 

Fenrys inhaled dramatically. “My dear darling Aelin, have you seen Rowan lately? We came to his place to celebrate him getting the MLB deal, but we’d barely been there for an hour before he said he needed to grab something from the store. Haven’t seen the guy since.” 

“Does this look like the store, Moon Moon?” she deadpanned. 

“Nobody thought he was actually going to the store!” Fen protested. He tried to push open her door, but she clicked her tongue and fixed him with a look that made him stop in his tracks. 

“Fen, you’re a good friend, but this is my first work-free weekend in months, and if I have to miss any more of 10 Things I Hate About You, I will eviscerate you with my work heels. Okay?” 

“Leaving!” he yelped. “Text us if you know where Rowan is, though, yeah?” 

“You’re the ones at his place, you can text him,” she returned. “Goodnight, Moon Moon. Don’t fall off any rooftops again.” 

“It was one time!” he yelled, but she’d already closed the door. 

Aelin went back down to her living room, plopped onto the couch, and grumbled something rather unpleasant about the amount of men who banged on her door at all hours of the day. “Coast is clear, Whitethorn,” she called. 

He came back into the living room a minute later. “Thanks for handling him, Ae.” 

“Anything for a little bit of peace, right?” His huff of a laugh tugged at a thread low in her stomach, but she ignored the odd sensation. “Let me know if you need anything that you can’t find. I’m gonna go upstairs and watch brain-rotting chick flicks until I fall asleep, but you’re more than free to watch one of those docuseries you have such a hard-on for.” 

“Aelin!” Rowan’s face reddened, and he choked out her name in a shocked, strangled cough. “Gods, why’d you have to say it like that?” 

“Because you’re too cute when you’re all flustered, buzzard,” she laughed. “G’night!” She headed upstairs to her bathroom, and after a very long shower and a solid half hour of carefully applying her skincare, she tugged one of her favorite nightgowns over her head and rolled into her bed. She could pick up the faint sounds of water running in the guest bathroom down the hall, and coupled with the soft whir of her ceiling fan, she was soon asleep. 

Only to pop awake not quite three hours later. 

Groaning, she rolled onto her other side and closed her eyes, taking deep steady breaths to try and encourage her restless mind to quiet down. As soon as she managed to quiet her roiling mind, though, her stomach rumbled. 

Traitor. 

Aelin flopped onto her stomach and ignored the growly rumble it emitted in protest, but the more she tried to fall back asleep, the more her body resisted. Finally, in defeat, she muttered a string of curses under her breath and rolled out of bed. She pushed her feet into her slippers, flicked on her bedside lamp, and crept out of her room and down the hall. She took the stairs slowly, because at least half of them creaked loud enough to wake the whole street if stepped on too firmly, but she eventually made it out to the kitchen. The glowing numbers on the oven clock flashed 1:55, taunting her with the ridiculous hour. 

Quietly, Aelin pulled open the pantry door, scanning the shelves quickly and finding nothing that sounded particularly good. She moved over to the fridge and glanced inside, huffing in irritation when she didn’t immediately think of anything quick to grab. After a few minutes, she gave up and opened the freezer, her fingers closing around the pint carton of ice cream tucked into the door shelf. She got a spoon from the drawer and sat down at one of the barstools at the high-top counter, not bothering with a bowl. 

She was only a few bites into the deliciously rich triple chocolate when heavier footsteps creaked on the stairs and a very sleepy, very mussed Rowan half-stumbled into the kitchen. 

His bleary gaze wandered around the kitchen, skipping over her once before snapping back to where she sat with her ice cream. The corners of his mouth tipped up, and he mumbled unintelligibly to himself. “Don’t fall over,” she heard him mumble, and he slid his hand along the countertop to guide his steps as he crossed the kitchen. Straight over to her. 

“Hey, you.” She couldn’t be entirely sure whether he was awake or sleepwalking, so she left her spoon in the carton of ice cream and stood up. “Having a good dream, Ro?” 

“’Bout to get even better.” His arms looped around her waist, and he dipped his head and kissed her. A soft hitched gasp broke from her lips, and she slid one hand up the back of his neck into his messy hair and angled his face so she could kiss him properly. It was a long, drawn-out moment before he pulled back, head tilted back to catch a gulping breath, and his eyes snapped back to hers, clear and aware. “Best dream ever.” 

She blinked slowly. “Ro, are you asleep?” 

“I gotta be.” He passed the pad of his thumb over her lips. “It’s the only time I get to kiss you like this, Ae.” 

“Rowan,” she breathed, heart skipping in her chest. “I…I’m awake.” 

His jaw went slack, and he impulsively grabbed her hand. “Pinch me.” 

“What?” 

“Pinch me, Ae. Gotta know if I’m still dreaming.” Obligingly, she pinched the skin at the crease of his elbow, and he let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak. “Fuck, that—am I awake?” 

“I’d imagine so.” Her eyes traveled slowly downwards, until they landed on their linked hands. “This wasn’t what I was expecting when I came down for midnight ice cream.” Uncertainty clouded his face, and she squeezed his hand. “It’s better.” 

Hope, bright and buoyant, broke free in his grin. “Really?” 

“Really.” She closed the distance between them, rolled up onto her tiptoes to meet his lips. “I think I’ve had this dream before, but it’s better in real life.” And she kissed him.

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↳ WELCOME TO NEW YORK (1980 TV) MATT STURNIOLO

genre: fluff, with a touch of angst

cw!: cursing, fem pronouns

summary: in which the reader is, half ready, to move to new york after booking her first major gig

a/n: this is the first track and i hope ill release one every weekend, maybe more, thank you for reading!

after 7 years, no, all my life working my ass off, going to every audition I can get my hands on, reading too many scripts a day, I finally got an audition.

And the best thing, it wasn’t because of the triplets! me being friends with them, and dating one, had made it incredibly difficult to make my own image, be my own person, even though I love them, I want people to know me for me, not know me as “matt’s girlfriend” or, “that girl that hangs out with the triplets”.

The only problem about getting a major gig, it’s in New York, and it’s going to be a pretty long time rolling, so I’d have to move there, at least for a year. That means leaving thee triplets at home. Leaving Matt home, and its not like NY is next to LA or Boston, 5 hours on plane. And it´s already difficult when they have leave for LA.

“babe, c’mon, just, come, spend the night here and in the morning we can drive you to the airport” Matt wined, pulling me towards him on the sofa, he had been trying to convince me not to leave early all day, and that they were closer to the airport so they could be the ones to take me there.

“well…maybe…” I sighed, the airport anxiety making me doubt wether or not to stay tonight, well, they are closer to the airport than me…fine, I sleep better with him anyways.

“yes! see i always win” he says lifting his arms up in victory, earning a laugh from me, he may be very persistent but it was sweet to see how he celebrated when he finally won.

He tugged me towards him and I laid my head on his chest, closing my eyes in a moment of peace before I had to worry about the move.

I nearly fell asleep when his hands started caressing my hair and detangling all the knots, slowly putting me in a trance, then I came to the realization that my bags were still in my house, and sighed, taking his hand away from my hair gently and sitting up.

“I just remembered my suitcase is still in my house, we have to go get it before anything” I kneaded my forehead and breathed deep, then I felt Matt’s hand on my back.

“relax ok, I can take us there in a minute, don’t worry about anything, the important things are already being shipped to your flat and the flight leaves at 10 am, enough time to sleep in a bit or have breakfast.” he said stroking my shoulder reassuringly, I grabbed his hand and placed it on mine, sighing as I backed myself against his chest once again, grateful I had an organized boyfriend opposed to the mess I was with this kind of stuff.

We pulled up to my driveway, I fiddled with the keys before finally opening the door. I went up to my room to get my big suitcase, them I realized a staircase and a big suitcase wasn’t a good match for me, I yelled Matt’s name but I saw him already going up the stairs, probably cause he knows me too well.

“thank you” I said with a sly smile. Grabbing the other end of the suitcase to at least help a bit, though he took all the weight.

We got into the car, the sun was setting and the weather was perfect for reminiscing and being nostalgic.

I laid my head against the damp car window , I started to think if this gig was going to be my big break. Even though I’ve wanted to be an actress since I was a young child, I never liked change, I despised it even.

This was going to be a big change, I had the last month to think about it and get used to the idea, but still, the thought of me and Matt breaking up because of long distance…

I felt a hand be placed on my knee, snapping me out of my thoughts, my mouth curved up into a slight smile, I placed his hand in mine, he rubbed small circles on my knuckles, and pulled it closer to him, placing a soft kiss to them.

“I’m so happy for you, do you know that?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me with genuine joy. I tilted me head slightly and pursed my lips together.

“Do you think we’ll- survive the long distance…?” I looked down, guilt lingering in my voice, It was my fault I was moving to NY, I took the job, if the relationship went down the drain…I wouldn’t help to think it was my doing.

“What? That’s stupid, of course we will, Its not like you’re moving to a whole other country, phones exist, planes do as well” He insisted, tilting my head up to meet my line of view.

“trust me, okay? I’m a professional at the whole moving stuff…” He saw I was still unsure.

“baby I wouldn’t care if you moved to a whole other continent, I’d still book the flight every weekend to come see you” He said, gently moving a strand of hair out of my face, he wanted me to look at him, and I did. I half-smiled at him, feeling a bit more sure about the move thanks to his pep talk.

I realized I didn’t recognize where we were heading to, turning confused to Matt as he kept his eyes on the rode.

“Matt, where are we going? As far as I know, your house isn’t in a forest” I shook my head when he didn’t respond, scoffing as I laid back into the carseat.

As we parked in a rocky spot, he got out and went ‘round the car to open my door, what a gentlemen.

“What? are you gonna murder me out here or…?” I laughed as I got out of the vehicle, closing the door behind me. I was shut up as he placed a hand on my cheek, pulling me closer, and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips.

“oh?” I grinned, resting my hands over his shoulders, he grabbed one gently and led me in front of the car.

“ok, so, you know how I decorated my room all foresty?” He finally spoke, turning so he could make eye contact with me, I nodded.

“well, that’s cause the woods, mountains, they help calm me down, ease my anxiety and worries about things. After our first argument I came here, to clear my head. I come here a lot, and…I thought maybe it would help you a little? at least give you some peace of mind for while…”

He said, sweet words spewing from his mouth, I could’ve melted then and there. God, he was thoughtful. I smiled at him so widely, pecking his lips gently, I then peppered his cheeks and forehead with some more, he was right, this WAS giving me peace of mind. There was a slight fog surrounding the trees, and a soft breeze.

“thank you, Matt, this means a lot, like, really” I sighed as he opened his arms and held me, I closed my eyes at the smell of his cologne and the soft fabric of his plaid flannel.

“anything for you, lovely. I just wanted to give you a good afternoon to end with before the exhausting week that awaits you” He said kissing the top of my head and resting his chin there.

Hours passed. We were crossed legged, sat on the ground, watching the sky get darker and darker, contemplating as the stars slowly appeared.

My head was rested on his shoulder, his arm intertwined with mine, and his head laid back on the front of the car. It was simple and sweet, but better than anything I could’ve asked for.

It was silent, the comfort of our company being enough substitute for meaningless conversation. He sighed, contempt, we both knew the night was coming to an end, as I still wanted to get in at least 9 hours of sleep.

“do you think we should go now? its getting a bit late” he said stroking the palm of my hand.

“mhm, it is” I hummed, I gave him one more kiss before getting up and grabbing the makeshift blanket beneath us.

We drove to the car humming songs on the radio, his hands always resting either on my knee, my thigh, or my hand.

As the car pulled into the garage, Nick and Chris’s voices were heard, I think they were screaming something along the lines of “fucking finally”

We both looked at each other and sighed, holding in a laugh as he turned the doorknob, we were greeted with an angry blonde haired boy and a hyperactive Chris.

“where the fuck were you guys?! we wanted to do a going away movie party for tonight!” Nick yelled, he breathed and tried to calm himself, me and Matt were delighted watching the scene unfold.

“I took y/n somewhere.” he smirked slyly at him. Nick scoffed, he wasn’t too mad, after all, they were going to see me just next week.

After some more banter and such, Matt and I headed up to his room. He had his hand intertwined with mine and wasn’t dropping it anytime soon.

“m’lady” he said with a country accent, that always earned a chuckle out of me, opening the door for me, following behind. I sighed, letting myself fall onto the soft sheets of his bed.

He laid down next to me, as routine, I placed my head on his chest, he wrapped his arm languidly around my waist, pulling me close.

“im tired” I yawned and felt the vibrations from his chest as he laughed.

“of course you are, we’ve had a busy day, huh? He said kissing my hair softly, rubbing small shapes on the exposed skin of my waist.

I nodded, closing my eyes, sighing, I grew more tired every heartbeat of his I felt from his chest, the lullaby of his heart clearing my mind.

He felt I drifted off, he kissed the top of my head once again and whispered goodnight.

“I love you.”

“i love you too” I mumbled.

I recounted the previous moments in our day, everything from the starbucks he bought me when picking me up, to watching the sun set in his favorite place, with his favorite person.

Im scared of new beginnings, but New York can’t be so bad, right?

…

‘welcome to New York’ The big sign I was met with read, people were hustling and seemed like they had somewhere to go, I could here sirens blaring and people yelling “taxi!” I smiled. Everyone here wants something more. I guess I maybe could get used to this.

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Hello fellow chilly queen!! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA, have been recovering from surgery (wisdom teeth). Doooo you think I could get some jossam, anything of your choice 👀👀👀? I hope you’re doing well and this week was better for you than it was me lol <3

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She could still hear the party going on. Doors closed, windows shut, the breeze in her ears, and...yeah. Yup. Mhm. That was definitely the bassline of Mike's (questionable) music choices making the hum under her butt. The whole point of slipping out for a little fresh air had been to, well, get away, but even so, Sam had to smile. Shake her head.

As long as everyone was having fun, what was the harm, right?

It was always cold up on the mountain - freezing, more often than not - but tonight, bundled up as she was, the chill barely bothered her. In fact, she shut her eyes, tipped her head back, and took in the deepest, deepest breath she could, filling her lungs with the crisp scent of pine. Not the artificial stuff either, the real deal, baby, roots and all. In her mind's eye, she saw her exhale plume out in front of her, a cloud of her worries pushed out of her and carried up, up, and away to join the ones in the sky, and when she opened her eyes for real, she...

Actually screamed.

"Wow," Josh snorted, deftly rocking to one side to avoid any punches she might've considered throwing. "A 'hello' would've sufficed."

When her fight-or-flight registered he was not, in fact, some crazed mountain man come to chop her into a billion little pieces, Sam fell flat onto her back, pressing her hands to her heart in an attempt to calm it down. "That...was incredibly mean, what you just did."

Because he'd sat himself beside her, she had the perfect vantage point to watch his face contort. No regret, she noted, not even a teeny-tiny sliver. Plenty of self-satisfaction, though. Lots of pretending like he wasn't laughing his ass off, inside his head. "Sitting on my own deck, huh? Punishable offense now, I guess."

"The sneaking, Josh."

"Who said I was sneaking, Sam?"

"Me. I do. The one whose eyes were closed."

"Have you ever considered...not dropping your guard while in a big, scary cabin in the middle of the dark, spooky woods?" He glanced down to meet her eyes, then raised his beer in a silent toast before taking a drink. "The killer always goes for the ones who split off from the rest of the group, Giddings. C'mon, you know this."

"The killer," she began, pushing herself up with her elbows, waving his hand away when he offered to help, "can try. I might not look like it, but I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, I've caught on to that," he nodded. For a second she thought he might say something else...but then he simply looked out towards the woods and nodded, taking another drink. "I've caught on."

Her pulse dropped back to its usual resting beat, and so she resumed her earlier position, legs crisscrossed and hands at her sides, her mittened palms flush against the deck itself. She tried not to look at him directly (not right away), instead rolling her eyes at the faint snow-angel she'd left in her panic. Snow-amoeba, really. There hadn't been a lot of snowfall since she'd gone out, only enough to barely dust the deck, but if the clouds on the horizon were any sign, they'd be getting more any minute now.

The song inside the lodge ended. A new one began. Beneath them, a different bassline began to thump. One of the windows rattled in its frame.

"You're not being a very good host," she said after a while, shooting him a sidelong look. Despite the scare he'd given her, she couldn't help smirking when their eyes met. He was good at that, Josh - making her forget things like that, smoothing them over without doing anything at all. It was a dangerous skill to have.

"Or I'm the best host," he argued, "rushing out into the night to make sure all my guests are having a good time."

She heard the unspoken question in it, figured maybe that was what she was good at - cutting through his crap. Another dangerous skill, that, just...in a different direction. "I'm having a good time."

"Mmm. Glad to hear it."

"Yup."

It was funny, really, how well she knew him. Maybe not funny in the laugh-out-loud kind of way, maybe funny more in the whacking-your-elbow kind of way, but funny all the same. In her head, Sam counted one, two, three...and then he turned to her again, keeping his bottle close to his mouth the way he did when he was trying to seem unbothered.

"Let's say, hypothetically of course, that you weren't having a good time. You'd tell me, right?"

She turned to him. Nodded. "I would tell you."

"And if, still entirely hypothetically, someone had said or done something to piss you off to such a degree that you had to flee the party..."

Her eyes rolled so hard that they brought the rest of her body with them. "Josh," she said, scooting so she was fully facing him, "I'm fine. Seriously. Things just got a little loud in there, that's all. A little crazy. I know you don't get this, but sometimes I like to just sit out in nature - " she spread her arms wide, gesturing to the mountain and its snowy trees, the stars above, the shimmering ribbon of aurora in the sky, " - so I can think my thoughts to myself. My quiet thoughts. Just so happens that I've...got a few of those, tonight. That's all."

After another drink, he set his beer down on the deck, copying her so they were facing each other, their postures mirrored. He wasn't wearing mittens, though, so she had to figure his hands were freezing. If they were, he didn't seem to care.

"Anything you want to share with the class?" he asked, and again the word appeared in her head: dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

What she needed to say was no, that there wasn't anything in particular on her mind, that she'd simply wanted a moment to herself. That would've been the smart thing to do, the safe thing to do, but...well. Those warning sirens in her head, they weren't just for his actions, now, were they?

She sniffed from the cold, giving her nose a numb little wiggle, then did something significantly more dangerous than splitting off from the rest of the group, something more dangerous than sitting with her eyes shut and her guard down in the middle of nowhere, something that, as Josh had pointed out himself, she knew better than to do.

She told him the truth.

"Just thinking about how absolutely furious Hannah and Beth would be if I told them I think I have a crush on their brother," she said, measuring her words carefully, watching his face more carefully still. "Between you and me? I kinda feel like they might eat me alive."

[loverslodge]

I just finished “very discreet” & they are the sweetest little couple! 🥰

Now that all of the Avengers know, what’s their life like at the tower?

Maybe they get pregnant & have to figure out how to tell the team…

They’re all always in their business bc they feel like they missed so much, but The Barneses like to have things just for themselves. 🥰

I’m sure they’d all fight over who will be the favorite aunt/uncle, but of course it’s Stevie, their day 1! ♥️

I don’t know that’s just what I was thinking but of course, whatever your creative mind decides.

Thank You!

love the idea! and this Bucky gif lives in my heart . lets talk about him.

OMG! YES! because obviously Sam and Tony are nosy af! Nat enjoys dragging Doll away to 'girls night' where she and Wanda inquire about your life with Bucky. But you ain't saying shit.

Bucky is so grumpy about this new development. He actually beats Steve to exhaustion one training day because it was his idea to tell the truth and now Bucky is regretting it.

So, Bucky finds a way to have alone time with Doll. He would ask Steve's help to look for a tiny apartment near his place and Doll and Bucky would have some stuff there. They would pretend in front of the Avengers that they are in their room but they would sneak off to their new place for few days of peace and quiet because you like it that way.

Sam actually tried to send Redwing to follow them one day but Bucky caught on to his plan and that day Barneses spent day on the compound.

Tony actually wanted to throw them a 'coming out' party (which he received a smack in the head for) and renamed the party. Steve actually, reluctantly, took over the guest list and party style to make Bucky and Doll feel more comfortable. But Tony is Tony and he ended up making it such a huge deal about it that party turned into PARTY.

Bucky does get irritated about their constant intervention during his date nights with you but its you who calms him down by suggestively sitting on his lap. He knows if he behaves well, he will get rewarded later.

You are actually nervous to talk about wanting children but you still muster the courage and talk to Bucky about it. He gets excited thinking you are actually pregnant but then you calm him down and tell him that it is something you have been thinking about. He likes it. The way you are being so soft and considerate about his feelings.

He agrees to start trying with you but before that you suggest getting yourself and Bucky checked out for health and stuff (obgyn things). You both are happy to learn that you both are healthy and so you both start trying.

Mind you, it is not a secret anymore. everyone in the compound knows y'all trying for a baby. Sam actually brought Bucky a 'health supplement' to make him 'fertile'. Bucky has never thrown a shit out of compound window this hard.

Bucky does not mind Wanda because all she is doing is helping you meditate. But its Nat he's wary of. Nat would hover around you asking you intimate questions for shits and giggles because she likes annoying Bucky. She knows you are never gonna say anything.

Tony keeps on bringing pregnancy tests every weekend to you. Steve had to physically stop Bucky from doing the same thing he did to the supplements.

And when you are finally pregnant!!! omg! the entire compound knows before Bucky. He was out with Steve when Nat and Wanda pestered you into taking the test Tony brought. Sam and Tony were waiting outside the door. Bruce was trying to steer clear but he got roped into this as well (poor guy).

You still go to the secret apartment with Bucky but after the news of pregnancy, you know privacy is going to be hard. So you tell Bucky its ok to stay at the compound. They also threw you a baby shower and argued about who would be the godfather and godmother of your child (or is it children?). Steve is being smug about it because you had already asked him and his wife and he knows whatever you say goes in Barnes household. Wanda came in close second though. And surprisingly, Bucky agreed that Sam would close second too.

All in all, lives of the Barneses is very loud now that everything is out. Wanda tries to help get you privacy sometimes but she is not always successful and same goes with Steve. But in a way, you are happy that so many people love Bucky and his future with you.

[aristotlecoyote]

Oh that's awesome, I was thinking something with pedro pascal x ftm reader where reader is also in media (any form of it you like) and pedro sees reader playing/holding one of his friends baby, he had always thought of starting a family but held back not knowing reader's reaction but he brings it up and reader reacts to it positively but is nervous. (And then if you want you can have like little time skips to show the progress and then they have the kid/s) you can totally ignore this if it made you uncomfortable or if you don't feel like writing it :)

-🦝(also can I be this anon if it's not already taken)

Here you go Raccoonon!

Pedro and baby make three Warnings: Pregnancy, children It was an uneventful interview. The questions were on topic. The interviewer was nice but she had her kid with her. You had never been that good with children but the little tot was fussing in their parent's arms so much that you offered to hold them. You knew this person well enough, you met them at every con, every red carpet, every event, they were there with their hard hitting questions.

“They have always been fussy.” The interviewer said handing the child to you with gentle hands. “Ever sine they were born.”

You chuckled as the kid started to settle on your lap. Playing with your necklace and microphone as they babbled through the questions with you.

“Quite the talker! Do you interview them at home?” You asked “Oh wait sorry. You are asking the questions here.”

The two of you laughed. The next question confused you but the little guy was quick to answer. You bounced them up and down on your knee, let them hold your finger as you tried to come up with something that didnt let any spoilers through the cracks.

But other then that, the interview went off without a hitch.

You stepped off the little set piece and through a door to your loving boyfriend, Pedro. He had been watching through a tiny window in the door and it looked like he was almost about to cry.

“What's wrong, babe?” You tilt your head to the side and watch him melt as he pulls you close.

“Nothing, just thinking about some stuff”

The “stuff” wasnt brought up until the two of you were safe at home. Away from the cameras, away from the questions.

“Have you...” Pedro turned away from you for a second, his face flushing. “Have you ever thought of having a kid?”

You are taken a back by the question. You hadn't but that was mostly because of you dysphoria clouding your view as you got into the spot light.

“Well, no I haven't” You hesitate “Why?”

Pedro shifted, he took your hand and squeezed “I was just watching that interview and you looked so happy entertaining that little guy. I just started thinking... Would you like to have a kid some day?”

“With you?” You asked. It earned you a nod as his brown eyes turn back to look into yours. “I think I would love a little Pedro running around.”

After that night, you and pedro tried and tried for a baby. You talked to doctors about safely going off your hormones and taking different ones that would help you concieve.

It took a few years but eventually you were hunched over the bathroom sink with two cups with pregnancy tests turn into them. You waited. You stared with bated breath hoping that maybe this time it would come back positive. Pedro was off on a shoot. You had taken time off from filming so the stress wouldn't hurt your chances but the stress of so many failed tests didn't seem to help either.

You buried your head in your hands as the timer clicked down. What if it was negative again? Its been two years, maybe you should just give up on the dream of having a child with Pedro because you couldn't handle the sad look in his eyes again.

Bling Bling Bling

Swiping the timer off, you take the first test out of its cup and shook the liquid off. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then turned it over and opened your eyes.

Positive!

In a rush of excitement you take the other one out. Its positive too.

“Ah. Oh my god!” You cheer into the empty apartment.

You wash your hands then dial Pedro for a video call.

He answers after a few rings. His tone soft as he tried to get the camera on his face. “Hey babe. We are kind of in the middle of a— Is that?”

All he could see the was positive test. He cheered “ARE YOU SERIOUS!”

He got shushed by everyone on the set. Pedro mouthed “Sorry” then rushed to leave the soundstage

“ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” he repeated.

“Yes! We're having a baby!”

[vlad-theimplier]

WIP Wednesday: Custos Custodium

This week, the Neuromancer influences get dialed up (briefly) as Jensen visits the Red Light district. Then it gets kind of Warhammer 40K: I had to resist having Allison say, "From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me," and so forth. Attain the strength and certainty of steel for yourself here.

The holographic crimson strippers lining the cobbled streets made for a lurid welcoming committee to the Red Light District. They gyrated obscenely in mid-air, some dancing without props, some working an insubstantial pole, beckoning and blowing kisses as their sensors picked up passers-by. Jensen sniffed. Tourist stuff, and to someone who’d seen the holo setup underneath Picus’ Montreal headquarters, little better than a low-res Playboy pinup downloaded one pixel at a time over shrieking nineties dial-up.

The Red Queen dominated the District’s central plaza, its décor a panoply of playing cards. Real women and men twirled and beckoned in the second-floor windows. One twitched her curtains closed as he watched, a moment after he saw the door behind her emit a sliver of light. He bypassed it and made a beeline for the comparatively tame signage of the Irish Stool.

Inside, it was blessedly quiet, the thumping bass of the clubs muted by thick glass windows. The patrons here knew what they liked, and what they liked was a beer and a bit of elbow room. Authentic indeed. He’d have to come by some time when he wasn’t working a case. Idly, he wondered whether they shipped in a morose fiddler, too, to complete the ambiance, then spotted a stool and a mic stand in the corner. He must have missed live music night. And maybe Stanek, too—no sign of him on the ground floor. He headed downstairs.

The cavernous basement area was even quieter. Jensen looked around and spotted Stanek at once, nursing a pint at a two-top. Montañez slouched at the table nearest the stairs, ass hooked on the edge of a seat, and Riley sketched a salute from the bar itself. Jensen nodded to him and bumped elbows with Montañez as he strolled past. Riley was pretending to drink something red. Jensen appropriated it ruthlessly and plopped down at Stanek’s table.

The watchmaker’s face brightened as he sat, then closed, then grew curious. “Na někoho čekám,” he said. “I’m expecting someone… Wait a minute. I know you. You’ve been in my shop. What’s going on?”

“You have some things to answer for, Mister Stanek. We have evidence linking you and your shop to the train station bombing.”

“Bombing…? No! I would never—I wouldn’t even know where to start! You have the wrong man. And I don’t have a staff. It’s only a small shop, you know that, don’t you, Mister… Jensen, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. Think, Mister Stanek. Is there anyone else who would have access to your shop? Or your tools, or components?”

Stanek shook his head slowly. “No… no, there is only me and my—” He cut himself off abruptly.

“Your daughter?”

“No! No, not—” Creeping horror gave way to determination on his square face, his eyebrows meeting over his nose and his jaw setting. “Look, take me in. I am the one you are looking for. I—I have made bombs for them.”

“Uh-huh.”

“They tricked me!” Stanek improvised, transparently. “They had me make the timers, but they never told me what they were for!”

“I don’t think so. Protecting your daughter is admirable, Mister Stanek. But you’re not doing her any good by taking the blame. You need to tell me what you know. That’s the only way to help her.”

Stanek held out for another moment, then sighed heavily and took a drink. “You are right, I know. Allison was in the military. She always wanted to belong, to be part of something greater than herself. She was such a beautiful child. Gifted.” He paused in reminiscence.

“What happened?” Jensen prompted.

“After the Incident, she met… some people. They said they were her friends, but I could see they only wanted to use her. Parasites!” he snarled abruptly. “And now—now they have taken her. You must help! She is not to blame for this. She has been coerced!”

“Calm down. I hear you. What do you mean, they’ve taken her?”

“I invited her here tonight, to try to make her see reason. But one of them came by instead, spewing curses about ‘Fleshers’ and ‘Naturals.’ He—he gave me a message from her. She was saying goodbye,” he said, in a very small voice. Then he shook himself. “But she would never leave me all alone! They used her, and now they intend to make her disappear!”

“Who are they, these people?”

“Eh, I don’t know, other than they were Augmented. Not like you, though—zealots. Fire in their eyes. They kept talking about ‘the Ascension,’ whatever that is.”

Definitely Machine Cultists. They had a church in Překážka. He could start there. “Does Allison have the expertise to do something like this?”

Stanek hung his head. “Much more than I do. In the military, she was with Pyrotechnici, eh, bomb… people.”

“Bomb squad? Explosive Ordnance Disposal?”

“Yes, yes. She was happy there. They rebuilt her, after the accident. Rebuilt her to make her better at what she did. But when the Incident happened, she was sent away, dismissed without honor. She was lost.”

“And these friends found her.”

“Bah! They exploited her, and now they plan to discard her.”

Jensen drained his glass and stood, signaling the other agents. “Thank you, Mister Stanek. I’m afraid I have bad news. Your apartment was trapped by the Dvali. Did you owe them protection money?”

“Who, Radich? Mister Nikoladze? No, no—I make him watches, for a discount. After what happened to Allison, Radich knew I needed money. And I think he liked to have the exclusive arrangement. He likes to control things, people. But if someone made him a better offer… Friendship means nothing to a thug.”

“I see. Well, you’ll have to go with these agents for now. For your own protection, and they’ll have some more questions for you.” Montañez and Riley sidled up.

Stanek looked around wildly. “No! I have to go—I have to help her! She’s all I have!” The agents put their hands on his shoulders, though, and he wilted. As they led him away up the stairs, he implored Jensen in a fierce and desperate undertone, “Find my daughter, or I will!”

Jensen paid Stanek’s tab. He figured it was the least he could do.

[love-and-greta]

Namaste

I’m not completely sold on this one shot, but hopefully you all enjoy it! Also, can I just say I am so freaking excited for this new album era?? It’s giving me inspiration to write some new stuff!

Summary: y/n and Josh desperately want some much needed alone time

Warnings: none, just fluff (per usual)

Much love!

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It wasn’t often lately that you got a full day together with Josh. The band was right in the middle of recording their fourth album, and between studio time, song writing, and creating album concepts, you and Josh barely had any one on one time.

However, today was a different story. Josh somehow landed an entire day off and the two of you were ecstatic. Knowing Josh was exhausted from working so hard and so often, you planned on spending the day at home watching movies or relaxing outside in the garden and ending the day with a date night out at your favorite restaurant. For all you cared, you two could just stay in bed all day and you would be happy. Just to be in his company was more than enough for you. But Josh had made it very clear that he wanted to treat you to a nice evening out, especially since date nights were a rarity these days.

“Birdie, you’ve been so patient and supportive of me this past month and I don’t know what I would do without you. Let me take you out and show you how much I appreciate you baby,” Josh had pleaded. You could never resist him and had quickly agreed.

You decided to start the day off early, getting your morning mediation and yoga done with while letting Josh sleep in. The quiet and stillness of the early morning was extremely cathartic for you and you didn’t want to miss out on today’s sunrise. Mediation and yoga had been your saving grace this past month while missing Josh. It helped to calm your mind and keep your soul at peace.

As the sun began its ascent into the sky, its rays warming your skin through your living room window, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. During your exhale, there was a shift on your yoga mat from behind and you felt two arms slowly snaking their way around your waist. You smiled to yourself knowing Josh had decided to join you. He straddled his legs around you and began kissing up your neck to your jawline.

“Good morning to you too J,” you giggled softly, leaning into him.

“Mmm, morning babe,” he murmured against your cheek. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed so I had to come see what you were doing.”

“Oh you know, I’m just getting my zen on,” you joked, making Josh chuckle into your neck.

Just then, Josh’s phone began to ring from the bedroom.

“Who’s calling you this early?“ you asked.

“The only person who would call at this time is Jake, or management. Lemme go check, and you can finish getting your zen on,” Josh replied with a smirk and a quick peck to your lips.

Definitely not in the zone anymore now that your mind was on Josh, you decided to step outside into the backyard and fill your lungs with the crisp morning air. The birds had begun chirping and you could see the bees and butterflies starting to flutter around your garden beds. This truly was your favorite time of day. The start of a new day, a new beginning. Josh was a night owl, but he always made sure to wake up early with you on occasion to share moments like these with you, knowing how much you loved them.

The sliding glass door slowly sliding open pulled you out of your revelry and you turned to see a grief stricken Josh.

“Is everything okay, J?” You asked hesitantly.

“Apparently management decided to schedule a meeting today with that artist I was telling you about for the album cover…I’m so sorry Birdie,” Josh spoke quietly, his eyes becoming glassy.

“Oh…”, was all you could manage to say back.

“And dumbass Jake decided he wanted to continue recording since we would all be at the studio anyways,” Josh huffed, steadily growing angrier. “All I wanted was to spend time with you, uninterrupted, and they can’t fucking even give me that.” He aggressively wiped at his eyes knowing tears were threatening to fall.

Seeing Josh in distress quickly brought tears to your own eyes and you hurried over to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Your disappointment in the situation left you speechless and Josh kept repeating how sorry he was that this had happened. You both knew it would be a while before you had the chance to have a full day together again. The two of you clung on to each other, patiently awaiting for each other to steady your breathing and dry your tears.

Eventually you pulled back to look into Josh’s eyes. “This fucking sucks, but I’m going to be the bigger person and say that I understand and that it’s going to be okay,” you finally announced. Staring back at you, Josh held up one finger to signal you to give him a second. He pulled out his phone, rapidly bringing it to his ear.

“I’m not coming in until 10 this morning. I have a prior engagement that I’m not willing to miss,” Josh quickly spoke and hung up the phone. “Alright Birdie, we have two and a half hours and I’m not breaking my promise to take you out on a proper date. Only this time it will be for breakfast.”

Josh flashed you a wide grin and hastily pulled you in for a deep kiss. You smiled into his lips and thanked the universe for this quick turn of events. Josh began pulling you in closer, one hand around your waist and the other tangling itself into your hair. Knowing things usually progressed quickly from this point, you pulled away slightly and asked, “Are you taking me to bed, or out to breakfast?”

“How about both?” Josh grinned, beginning to walk you backwards into the house.

“I think we could manage that,” you quipped, in between kisses.

“God I fucking love you,” Josh sighed, finally reaching the bedroom.

Oh it was going to be a good morning indeed.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

for the prompt game #72 4 & 7 along with #75 7 withhh minho and reader please? from these chaotic prompts i imagine something mysterious or spooky or scripted pranks or all of the above lmao. but i’m curious to see your take on it 👀 have fun!

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "Hang on, hang on, I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-" "Now is not the time!!!"

"You're incredible." "Aw, thanks!" "Not a compliment, babe."

"It's quiet. Too quie-" "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

Member: Lee Minho

Relationship: Ghost Hunters FemReader x Minho

Genre: Crack, Mystery, Thriller

Warning: Smoking, Ghosts(?), Haunted Places, Probably Illegal Activities 😂

"You're slowly killing yourself, you know." You announce, side eying your boyfriend as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette.

Minho rolls his eyes, but keeps his attention on the road, fitting the cigarette between his lips, the hand not currently on the steering wheel patting around in his coat for a lighter.

"Yeah, so you've told me before."

You lean out the open window, letting the cool, night breeze blow your hair back.

"Just trying to keep you safe, babe." You remark back sweetly, closing your eyes as Minho turns off the main road and onto a darker, more rugged one that leads into the trees.

You feel his gaze on you now, full of judgement and disbelief.

"She says, as if she doesn't drag me off every weekend to look for ghosts and break into abandoned shit holes."

You shrug, leaning back in the car to fiddle with the music, turning up the hard rock until it can be heard over the whistling wind.

When you look at Minho, his cigarette burns bright red between his lips in the blackness of the car's interior.

You bat your eyelashes at him and make a kissy face, as he clearly makes a face of disgust and tosses his cigarette out the open window.

"Thanks, babe, for always coming with me to look for malicious spirits and doing all the hard work-like driving and bashing in doors and shit."

"Yeah, Yeah." Minho mumbles beneath his breath, flipping you off affectionately, as he rolls the car to a stop in front of your destination. "Get your shit. We're here."

You squeal excitedly, turning to dig in the back seat for your bag full of equipment, and when you emerge again with a headlamp strapped securely to your forehead, and a camera in hand, Minho stares at you like you've just grown a third head.

You stare right back. "What?"

He shakes his head slowly. "You're incredible."

"Aw, thanks!"

He moves to open his door, letting out a long, clearly tired sigh.

"Not a compliment, babe."

He gets out, and you follow him, hurrying to catch up to him as he stuffs the keys and his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking up at the deserted building looming out of the darkness before you.

Distaste crosses his features as he takes in the rotting door hanging off its hinges and the crude graffiti sprayed across what's left of the crumbling brick entrance.

"God, this is even more of a shit hole than your usual places." He turns to you, arching a brow. "Remind me how you found this place again?"

You shrug, walking forward a few steps to kick a piece of rubble out of the way to the door.

"Some stoner kid at school."

"Sounds credible." Minho grumbles sourly beneath his breath, following you to the entrance, as he lights another cigarette.

You glance over your shoulder at him. "C'mon, sour puss. This'll be fun."

"You and I have very different definitions of the word fun, babe."

You stick your tongue out at him and turn back to the building, raising your old camcorder as you turn it on and make sure the video is focused.

You scan the video across the outside of the building, taking in the grafiti and the crumbling facade.

"Ooh, Min, look at those boobs someone painted. Those are nice boobs."

Minho snuffs his cigarette out beneath the sole of his converse and pushes past you, entering the building.

"Oh my god, let's just get this over with."

You grin, following closely behind him.

"You're supposed to say 'not as nice as yours, babe!'" You tease over his shoulder, taking in the large entrance hall of what supposedly used to be a mansion, swinging your camera around to capture the area as you walk.

Minho rolls his eyes, and steps around a puddle collecting in a hole in the rotten, wooden floor.

"Aren't ghosts supposed to like the quiet or something?"

"Are you telling me to shut up?" You sass back, leaving his side to film an old, shattered mirror still hanging on one of the walls.

Minho scoffs. "I dunno, would it work?"

"No."

Minho sighs and moves around you to push open the next doorway, revealing a sort of sitting room, a dilapidated piano collapsed in the corner.

You step forward, trying to see if any of the keys make any noise still, and Minho kicks aside a loose piece of flooring with a clatter.

You glance back at him after your perusal of the piano, and he motions toward the staircase you passed with a jerk of his head.

"Upstairs next?"

You nod, readying your camera. "Yeah."

Minho ascends first, testing each step to make sure it will hold your weight, and you follow him, using the miniscule light from the camera to guide both your footing.

When you reach the creaky, narrow second floor landing, Minho's fingers tighten around the banister, and he cocks his head, as if suddenly listening.

You almost run into his back at the abrupt stop, peeking around him to see if there's something there.

Nothing.

"What?" You whisper, glancing around him again.

"It's quiet. Too quie-" He starts to mutter back, eyes narrowing.

You step around him and call out, hands around your mouth to make your voice echo, "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

Minho immediately slaps his hand over your mouth, giving you a glare.

"There could be a hobo living in here, waiting to murder us!" Minho hisses seriously, fingers pinching your cheeks.

You both wait in breathless silence.

Nothing but the old sounds of the house and the remnants of your voice echo back to you.

You lick his palm, and he pulls his hand off your mouth with a look of disgust, wiping his hand on his pants as you arch a brow and smirk at him.

"Pretty sure if we were going to get murdered, babe, we would have been so by now." You remark back casually.

You step past him, headed to the first room.

Minho grumbles something under his breath in response, but you hear him follow you after several seconds anyway.

Entering the first bedroom, you sweep the light of the camera over its contents, landing on an old, worn baby doll lying on the bed in the corner, staring at you with large, dark, button eyes.

Behind you, Minho shivers. "That is creepy as shit."

"Yeah." You agree quietly, stepping forward, and picking up the doll, even as he lets out a little squawk of protest from the doorway.

You turn it over in your hands, studying it, before setting it back down and nodding, meeting his gaze.

"Definitely haunted."

Minho lets out the breath he had been holding and narrows a glare on you.

"You literally have no sense of self preservation, do you?"

"Nope." You reply, popping the p past your lips, grinning, as you step out of the room and back into the hallway, taking his hand. "C'mon. Let's explore the rest of the rooms."

The rest of the upstairs is uneventful, and eventually, Minho drags you back down to the bottom floor and out onto the porch, claiming he needs a cigarette, and that he's not going to light it up in this 'deathtrap of rotting kindling and ancient

As he leans against the railing on one side of the porch, shaking ash over the edge, you move to the other, peering over the side into the brambles of the overgrown front yard.

You sigh, propping your chin up on your hand, and glance up at the gathering clouds, covering the stars.

"Looks like it's going to rain." You remark, kicking a crumbling edge of the railing off the porch, sending it careening into the bushes.

Minho snorts and takes another long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke slowly out through the part of his lips.

"Great. Another way to make my night even more miserable."

You glance over your shoulder at him and grin, and he arches a brow at you in challenge.

"Okay, so there were no ghosts. This location was a bust." You turn, leaning against the railing, crossing your arms over your chest, holding his gaze. "But, at least we got this super creepy doll out of it, right?"

You reach into the duffle bag where you hid the doll, and hold it up toward Minho.

He goes pale, scrabbling back to get away from you and the toy, dropping his cigarette in the process.

"Fuck."

You laugh, creeping toward him, arm still outstretched, teasingly wiggling the doll as you pitch your voice higher.

"C'mon Minho. Play with me! Playyyyy with meeeee!"

Minho bats your hand away with a scowl.

"Babe, get that creepy fucking thing away from me right now or else I'll-"

Minho's threat is cut off by the sound of something rustling in the bushes around the side of the house, and you both freeze, his eyes going wide.

"What was that?" He breathes out, fingers clenching around your forearm, the doll forgotten.

You glances into the darkness, but can't make anything out.

"I dunno." You whisper back, creeping closer to the railing, as the noise sounds again, closer this time. "We should check it out-" You start to say, but Minho is curling his fingers around your arm and dragging you off the porch, hauling ass back to the car like a mad man possessed.

"No the fuck we should not." He shakes his head, dragging you behind him, practically running now. "We're getting the fuck out of here."

Your duffle bags thumps heavily against your back, and you stumble over something in the dark trying to keep up.

You glance behind you, back at the house being swallowed back into the darkness, and you swear you see eyes, watching you leave.

Minho jangles his keys in the door of the car, finally getting it unlocked, and shove you into the passenger side, shutting the door with a slam, before he scrambles around the front and gets in behind the wheel, already shoving the keys into the ignition as the car roars to life.

It promptly sputters out before he can shift into gear.

"Fuck." Minho swears, jiggling the keys, pumping the gas a couple of times frantically. "Stupid, piece of shit, c'mon!"

He messes with the keys, and you glance out the front windshield, but can't see the house anymore.

Or the eyes.

As Minho tries and fails to start the car a second time, you reach into the bag at your feet, searching until you come up triumphantly with your phone in hand.

"Hang on, hang on." You announce, reaching for the AUX cord, even as Minho swears again and finally gets the car started. "I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-"

"Now is not the time!!" Minho blurts out, slamming the car into gear and backing down the old mining road at a breakneck pace, his glare whipping back and forth between the rearview mirror and you.

You shrug, settling back into your seat as Pink Floyd begins to blare over the old car's speakers.

"I dunno. I kinda dig some theme music in times like this."

Minho looks at you with absolute shock and disbelief, reaching up to tug at his hair in exasperation as you reach the main road and your headlights find the path back to town.

He lets out a hoarse, completely humorless laugh tinged with a scoff.

His shaking fingers find and light a cigarette from his pocket.

"You're gonna kill me way faster and sooner than any cigarette ever could, babe."

[beesincognito]

Perfect Strangers- part two: The Classmate

Viktor x Fem!reader (SFW)

part one part three

Takes place before Arcane and works its way there, did my best to combine the different versions of lore. (nsfw in later parts)

(you and Viktor meet on your first day at the academy and bond over being habitual, awkward loners. The story revolves around class issues and a sense of belonging mixed with lore and Arcane plot. The story will split at some point and you choose which ending you want to read. Kind of self-indulgent... Based on interactions in platonic and romantic relationships with the men in my life.)

*no warnings for this part*

Word count: 3,203

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You hadn’t even considered what you were going to do with yourself once classes had begun and independent research projects started in a few years. It seemed so far ahead, but you were surrounded by classmates excitedly discussing their ideas.  For now you could only focus on whatever Viktor was sharing with you everyday. You didn’t even think you’d see him everyday before school began, but there he was at your hotel door the next morning with tea for you and a few books from the library in a bag hanging from his arm. 

     “You’re late moving in,” he lowered himself into the chair at the dining table with a sigh. 

     “I only have a couple bags, they’re small anyways. I didn’t bring much,” you assessed your tiny travel bags on the hotel floor while gratefully sipping the tea, not counting your bag you brought everywhere for school and art, “maybe I didn’t bring enough.” You thought about how long you were actually going to be there and your closet full of clothes you’d left at home plus stationery supplies. It wasn’t like you were unable to ask your parents to send them from the other end of the city. It would only take a day for your stuff to get to you if you really cared.

     “Then let's go over so you’re settled. Classes start in a couple days,” he stood and lifted the closest bag which was no more than a large purse, hardly a travel case. 

     You checked out of the hotel early, refusing the refund for the spare nights. Viktor heard from a few feet behind as you chatted with the attendant; when you only referred to the possible refund as a “tip” he cleared his throat in surprise. He watched you sign off on the receipt without a second thought. Nothing caught your attention from his rigid body language when you turned to leave, letting him know everything was ready to go.

     The walk to campus was quiet for a bit as you checked the dorm number over and over making sure you got it right. Viktor thought about how comfortable you were surrounded by the expensive hotel lobby while he had been shuffling his feet behind you. 

     “How many days did you have left at the hotel?” 

     “Um, maybe three or four? I wasn’t paying attention when I signed the receipt,” casually waving your hand in a nonchalant manner. It had made you feel nice leaving the rest as a tip as you always did with spare change. 

     Viktor’s look of surprise went unnoticed by you as you went back to reading the letter detailing where your dorm was. Inside the elevator he cranked the lever to your floor number and you both listened to the rattling of the gears and cables lifting you up to your floor. 

     Decorative paper was plastered to the walls and copper trimmings instead of gold or brass like the majority of the campus. The doors were spaced close to each other, closer than you would have thought for such an expensive campus. You both slowly walked, checking the numbers on each door before finally finding yours. The keys jingled as you turned it with a jerk and the door creaked open with a moaning sound. 

     Light poured in through the window from lamps outside, not bright enough to illuminate the whole room so you clicked on the light that was just a lamp on the desk. 

     The dorm was small, tiny, more like a broom closet with a bed stuffed in it than a real room to live in. Viktor was unable to hide his surprise when you invited him to step in with you for the first time. His face scrunched as he assessed the space you had to work with. You didn’t think it was so bad, different from what you were used to by a long shot, but it had not phased you yet. Something about it was freeing.

     “Aren’t you going to unpack?” he gave you a confused look when you took your bag from his hand and tossed it under the bed, covering the bags with the long duvet. 

     “I’ll just get stuff as I need it,” you jumped up onto the bed which was twice the height of your regular bed but was a small twin sized mattress in width.

     “Is this room alright for you?” Viktor was seated on the hard wooden chair at the small desk. He couldn’t help but think about how your hotel room had been so grand compared to this and the way you acted towards money earlier that day.

     “I don’t see why not, homework, lying awake at night unable to sleep, maybe eating. I don’t need a lot of space for that. Honestly this is amazing.” Stretching out on your bed covered in the academy provided bedding was exciting. You assumed with the tuition you were forking out they would have included better accommodations, but you were not one to complain out loud.

     “Compared to other dorms it is very small, it must be from when the academy was first founded,” he rested his back against the chair, listening to it creek with age.

     You just loved listening to him talk about mundane things, his accent made everything sound sophisticated. You almost didn’t register the comment he made.

     “Wait what d’you mean?”

     “I’ll show you,” he pushed himself up gracefully with his cane and waved for you to join him.

     Following him down the hall, you left your floor, descending a couple of levels before Viktor stepped off of the elevator and onto his floor. The doors were spaced further apart in this hallway, making it obvious that the rooms were already twice the size, or more, compared to your room. You continued to follow him down the hall. Distracted by the gold molding you were not paying attention to when he stopped to unlock his door. Catching yourself before bumping into him only brushing against his arm instead. 

     He pushed his door open, allowing you to enter first before following. Closing the door behind him he stood by his desk which was larger than yours and already stacked with books.

     You started to feel shy looking around and noticing the little signs of life around the room. Imagining how he had been living in the space since last week since arriving from Zaun made you curious about all of the objects in the room. You wondered what that meant to him, being from the undercity, now that he had a place in Piltover at the academy.

     Pants were neatly folded and hung off of the edge of the bed frame where his feet would go, there was a book on the nightstand and his drawer was slightly opened. You avoided peeking, especially since he was right there. 

     Viktor noticed the double take you had with the night stand.

     “You can sit on the bed if you’d like,” politely offering and gesturing towards it.

     Thanking him, before you could sit you noticed there were two other doors in the room; one was next to the bed behind you and the other was next to the desk. The one behind his bed was slightly ajar which peaked your interest, noticing it was a bathroom.

     “You have your own bathroom?!” You gasped like a child as you straightened before sitting on his bed and looked in. “And a shower?!”

     “Your room should have had those as well, perhaps they mean to remodel your floor eventually. Though a hundred years give or take should have been enough time,” he laughed more at your excitement than at his own joke and you joined in.

     “Where does the other door lead?” you didn’t pry physically this time as you turned back into the main room.

     “A small kitchen I share with the room next door. Whoever was supposed to move in never showed.”

“Oh my gods, and it’s too late to switch rooms. Damn.”

     “You could probably talk to someone about it,” Viktor’s tone almost sounded hopeful.

     “Nah I’ll stick it out.”

     Continuing to chat and for a few hours about his books and your future classes, which had been anxiety inducing, put you at ease. It felt good to make him laugh as you talked since he usually seemed so serious when discussing academics. 

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You spent the following school days together sharing ideas and listening to him talk so excitedly about his plans. The persistent longing for connection that was finally his, something you knew nothing about yet, and you were just glad he felt this comfortable with you. 

     As classes started you were pleased to find out you had a couple lectures and an elective together. The lectures were bearable with him there to explain things you failed to understand or when you had trouble paying attention. The elective was a robotics class focusing on streamline machinery for factory assembly lines. Which would make sense in the city of progress. Viktor had already been improving machines like those back in Zaun less than a year prior so it was calming to know you would have someone to get advice from.

     Routine was forming between you two. From meeting downstairs at the entrance to the dorms to walking together to grab tea or coffee on your way to classes. When you weren’t together in classes you already knew you would see each other anyways on the way back to the dorms every now and then. 

     Enjoying the company of someone else was foreign to you, especially when that someone was so new. It was surprising enough to you that it had not fizzled out after a couple weeks. His calm demeanor did wonders for your anxiety, especially when you were stressed or faced what seemed to be unsolvable problems in classes and unwarranted social settings. It took no time at all for him to gently talk you down from whatever was stressing you out or he would at least listen to your concerns. Solutions were only offered when you asked, making sure to not overstep a boundary by trying to give you unsolicited advice. 

     During one long lecture about the properties and definition of matter you felt particularly intrigued by the topic. You furiously scrawled notes into your pad, memorization was difficult for you without something to read. Compared to Viktor who only took a note here and there, you seemed like a madman. This had been the running theme so far over the last month, and some change, you would write a stack of notes and in the margins of your textbooks while Viktor understood the material with ease. 

     Not that he didn’t work hard, he definitely did in his own ways. Studying outside the material and topics of his courses, as he loved learning, was the norm for him.

     Sometimes it made you feel inadequate having to work harder than a majority of your classmates, but the results were worth it when you always got excellent scores. Earning praise for your academics from someone other than your parents was fun; Viktor always wanted to see your assignments and tests when you received them from the professor. He was fascinated with how much work went into some of your answers. 

     Your train of thought was completely visible to him as he read through your work in all of its chaotic steps. Those chaotic steps would sometimes get you scolded by the professor, but you could never work through some of the assignments without them. You weren’t sure if your work made Viktor think less of you as a scholar in the making, you decided it was better to not ask and just let him enjoy analyzing your work.

     Well into the school term, you were improving with Viktor’s help in academics. It was like having your own personal tutor who had endless patience with you. You would spent late nights in the library study rooms in the beginning, keeping academics out of your leisure time in the dorms when you worked together in silence. For you it was art while he read. Something about staying in his dorm all night seemed like overstepping a boundary when you were huddled together over paperwork, instead of sitting across the room from each other relaxing and reading. 

     You had gotten to the point where rationalizing and reasoning never crossed your mind in relation to your friendship, it existed as it was, comfortably.

******

During your robotics elective with Viktor, feeling your hands clam up, you waited your turn to present your project. The class was moved to a large lecture hall for presentations for a better view of the gadgetry. Something about the wall of students made your stomach drop. 

     Viktor was nervous as well as he presented, but was calm enough on the outside to make it through with no mistakes before rejoining you in the audience. 

     All you could do was wipe your hands on your pleated uniform skirt. Whatever bewitched you to wear a shorter skirt that day of all days escaped you, maybe you thought it would grant some false confidence. Hearing your name being called made your heart hammer against your ribs. You squeezed past the classmate next to you, legs awkwardly brushing against his knees as you stepped out into the aisle and down the stairs after apologizing to him. 

     Viktor didn’t appreciate the smirk the guy had on his face as you passed. Viktor’s eyes traced the guy’s gaze which led to your skirt bouncing slightly with each step you took to the presentation stage. 

     It was far from the first time another guy had noticed you beyond just another classmate they passed by occasionally. Viktor would be lying if he didn’t at least admit you were cute on the daily, the way your eyes lit up over the smallest aspects of the day was the sweetest thing to him. 

     The guy had noticed Viktor and you were making eye contact as you finished setting up your machine. 

     When you stopped to take a deep breath, composing yourself, you looked to him for reassurance. In response, Viktor gave you a soft wave and a thumbs up which prompted you to start speaking. 

     “Hey, eh Viktor right?” The whisper came from Viktor’s side and he turned to look at the guy. He was large, muscular, like he trained often. 

     “Yes, and you?” he accepted his outstretched hand and politely shook it.

     “Caston,” his sly grin made Viktor internally cringe. “Hey I was wondering about your friend, how long have you known her?”

     “A while,” Viktor’s answer was brisk as he didn’t like where the conversation was heading.

     “Are you seeing each other?” Caston chewed his bottom lip as he watched you present, noticing how you were basically presenting to just Viktor and the professor.

     “Why do you ask?” Viktor avoided the real answer instead of answering sarcastically by telling him you saw each other everyday. 

     “Just wondering since you always arrive and leave class together. I’ve seen you guys around campus sometimes, seemed cozy to me.” He leaned towards Viktor, “if not I was thinking about asking her out. I’ve had my eye on her for a while, she’s nice.”

     “I see,” he turned his full attention back to you. You looked so sweet, passionately explaining your project as you summarized your findings and began to wrap things up. He didn’t want to lie, preventing you from experiencing life by telling every interested person that he was yours. 

     Resting his chin on his hand as he thought about you dating someone else cut him off from Caston going psst repeatedly next to him until he felt his shoulder being tapped.

     “Well are you or not?” he asked quietly as you started putting your project away, making the stage ready for the next student.

     “Oh… eh, no, just friends.” Viktor admitted as you waved at him, he grinned and gave you a small wave back. The apathy in his eyes did not go unnoticed by you as you sat back down next to him. 

     “How did I do?” you buzzed next to his ear, still nervous from the presentation.

     “You were perfect,” Viktor assured you with his usual smile, shaking his head when your eyes gave away your worry, he tried to wipe the sour mood from his face. 

     During the rest of the presentations you spent your time drawing in your sketchbook, leaning your head against Viktor’s shoulder. He watched you draw in-between paying attention to the other presentations. Occasionally catching Caston eyeing you both closely, especially when you would look up at Viktor to ask him an innocent question about the other projects or about where you were going for lunch after class. 

     Caston watched you with invested interest, remembering all the times he had seen you interact with Viktor in and out of class. He figured you were just being nice, and he honestly knew nothing about you outside of academics, as he watched you pick a piece of lint off of Viktor’s pant leg. 

     When class was dismissed you waited for Viktor to stand before joining him, Caston had stepped out into the aisle to let you both pass. He watched you walk out, following close behind waiting for a break in your conversation to ask you out. You had already met before so there was no need for introductions. 

     “Hey, y/n,” Caston reached out to get your attention in the middle of you talking to Viktor. 

     You stopped and looked at him in confusion, “yes?” 

     “I’ve been wondering if you wanted to go out sometime,” his charming smile made you blush when you realized what he was asking.

     “Oh, uh, when?” You didn’t want to schedule anything during your regular study times with Viktor.  “We kind of have research to do.”

     Viktor stepped off to the side, giving you ample space so no one felt awkward. Plus, this was the last conversation he wanted to be a part of. 

     “Like just coffee or something,” he suggested, a friendly smile mixed with his words. “We could go when you’re free from,” he glanced at Viktor who was pretending to be nose deep in a pocket sized book, “studying or whatever.”

     Caston loomed over you, he was taller than Viktor and you felt a little intimidated. You couldn’t deny he was classically attractive with his nearly flawless olive skin and dark eyes. His square jaw was artistically defined, perfectly kept curls adorned his head, occasionally falling over his forehead. What possessed him to ask you out was far from your index of explanations.

     “I’m free tomorrow morning,” you practically blurted out and blushed. 

     “The café?”

     “Sure,” you smiled at him as you left, taking in his dark eyes one last time over your shoulder as you went back to Viktor. 

     He saw how glad you seemed to be noticed by someone romantically. He cared about you enough to be happy for you as he listened to you change the topic from Caston and instead asked him about the book he was reading. 

     Regardless of his support for you, Viktor couldn’t help but feel his heart sink.

******

[krillissue]

Shower - Lazarus "Coyote" Nashville Pt 1 (Prequel)

parts 1 and 2 of my trisona stuff is here but this is a prequel that takes place before August was August. Lazarus and Matheus (@cosmiq) both work for the Eye of Michael and were Hopeland kids. Sorry for only writing stuff about my ocs but these tragic gay men have consumed by every waking thought. ~700 words

It was a quiet and mild evening. Lazarus sat in the open window, blowing his cigarette smoke out. It was a concession to his insufferable roommate, Matheus. He had a certain affinity for worms Lazarus didn’t understand and the scent of the smoke irritated him. 

Good. Matheus was irritating. Lazarus didn’t know if he’d ever met someone that could get under his skin like that. He’d done something stupid on their job again, reckless and dangerous. He swore the guy had a death wish. It wouldn’t normally be a concern of his, they were both disposable members of the Eye of Michael, but Matheus was going to get them both killed at this rate.  

Sharing a hotel room wasn’t his ideal situation either. Even though there were two beds and it was cheaper than two rooms, he didn’t like sharing his space. Lazarus had spent years in the orphanage sharing his room, he thought now that he was an adult that part of his life was over. But no, there was Matheus. He was aggravating, alway leaving his things around and asking him asinine questions. He disturbed him late at night with his glowing eyes and sleep talking. Honestly he couldn’t have been stuck with anyone worse. 

“Hey, Rusty,” Matheus called from the open bathroom door, dragging his attention out of his thoughts. “Shower’s free.” He always had that smirk on his face that made Lazarus want to punch him. But his smirk wasn’t what caught his eye. Matheus was naked save for a towel wrapped low on his hips, his skin still damp from the shower. Lazarus had sucked in a breath at the sight but luckily the cigarette between his lips provided him cover. 

The immediate heat that flooded him mixed with shame. He’d never felt like this about anyone, not really, and of course it had to be Matheus of all people. He had to stop staring. It didn’t matter that his partner had nice broad shoulders and distracting arms. Lazarus shouldn’t follow the bead of water that dripped its way between his bare pecs. He shouldn’t be wondering about what was beneath that towel. It wasn't his business, none of his concern. 

“You hear me?” Matheus snapped in front of his face, startling him. 

“Yes, I heard you,” He snapped back, smacking his hand away. “Can’t you see I’m still smokin’ here?” Matheus opened his mouth to make some flirty comment or crack a joke but Lazarus wasn’t in the mood. His face still felt too hot for Matheus to be this close to him. ”Just shut up.” 

“What’s up your ass tonight?” Matheus just kept leaning on the sill next to him, completely obvious to his burning face. He thanked the stars and angels above for his darker complexion. But Matheus could tell he was riling him up anyway and there was no escaping him once you gave him even the smallest hint of attention. 

“You,” He tried to spit but Matheus snorted and he realized his mistake. “Just— Shut up and leave me be. Haven’t you started enough shit today?” 

“What did I do?” He asked with false innocence, his eyes flicking down to the cigarette still between his lips. It was burning out faster than he’d like stuck between the window and his roommate. He contemplated briefly jumping out but it would just encourage Matheus further. 

“Y’know exactly what you did, bug boy. I’m tired of covering for your ass.” He stood and shoved Matheus back, getting in his face. Lazarus was just a bit shorter and it pissed him off, too. Matheus just smiled, crossing his arms. He wanted to hit him, he wanted to kiss him. He did neither. 

“Do somethin’ about it then,” Matheus challenged, that light sparkling in his eyes for violence. He liked getting Lazarus angry enough to hit him but he didn’t take the bait this time. Not while he was naked. The last thing Lazarus needed was that embarrassment. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Lazarus blew the last of his smoke directly in his face before brushing past him to the bathroom. He felt shaky and hot but he’d done it, he could calm himself down in the shower and when he was done, hopefully Matheus would be asleep. 

If he was lucky. 

Lazarus wasn’t a lucky man. 

[singnied]

Mine or His?

Lee Siyeon x F!Reader

Warnings -> Cheating, degrading, extremely quick burn, uhh... horny Siyeon. :)

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Rain. Rain hitting against the soft umbrella is all you could hear as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up.

You check your watch, he's late again, isnt he. This is the 4th time he's been late to pick you up. His excuse is always that something came up, but you don't really believe him, do you?

There's a female co-worker that he always tells you not to worry about. But, the way she acts around him.. tells you something different. The way she's so touchy with him, holds his hand, gives excuses for him to come hang out with her; to the point where he's started to drop stuff with you just to be with her.

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Sighing deeply as you turned your phone off, you hear a car in the distance. Its a green mustang. You see the car slowing down, but don't expect much. Probably another person getting dropped off at this shitty place. You don't even know why you come here anymore, probably your addiction to drinking gives an explanation- but you refuse to acknowledge it.

Getting out of your thoughts, the mustang pulls infront of you and rolls the window down. You look at the drivers seat to see a tall red haired woman. Your heart skips a beat, she's pretty, isn't she?

"Whats a pretty girl like you doing out here, baby?"

You pause for a moment, your mind forcing you to remember your boyfriend (soon to be ex).

"Uh... waiting for my boyfriend.."

Theres a pause for a second. The silence gets too loud to bear, until she speaks up again.

"I don't think he'll be here anytime soon, how about I get you where you need to be. Get you out of this nasty rain."

You consider for a moment, thinking she could be an axe murderer or some shit. But her gorgeous eyes and flirty smile gets you too much in a daze to refuse.

"Sure... I don't see why not."

You see her press a button on the side of her door, unlocking the car. You slip inside as you close your umbrella and put it against her dashboard. The moment you put on your seatbelt, she pulled into the road.

"So... whats your name..?" You say in a shaky voice, shivering from the cold air you just had to put up with.

"Lee Siyeon, what about you sweetheart?" She replies, her eyes not leaving the road infront of her

Your head falls back against the seat, taking a deep sigh as your legs finally relaxed.

"Y/N." You mumble.

Theres silence, again. This girl isn't that quick with her replies, huh?

"Cute name, uh.. by the way. Where are you off to?"

You sit up quickly, apologizing for not telling her the moment you got in. All she replied with was a giggle.

"U-uh sorry! I got distracted.. I.. I dont know if I want to go home right now. I'd rather not see... whatever he's up to- if he's even there.."

"I assume that "he" is your boyfriend, yeah? Dont worry, I have room for two at my place" Siyeon says with a sly tone.

You give a quick "thank you", checking your boyfriend's location to find out its turned off. You decide to just stop thinking about him and focus on the pretty girl next to you, driving you to her place to spend the night. I mean.. it's not like this is cheating, it's just.. girls helping other girls right?

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A little later, after chatting and chatting. You get to her apartment. She gets out first and runs over to help you out, her hands are soft. She has a firm grip, but it's soft. You look up at her, eyes making contact, you pause.

"Hmn? Getting distracted?" Siyeon giggles at your embarrasment.

"A-ah- sorry..." You dismiss your little moment as you both run off into the building; forgetting your stuff in her car. She holds your hand while you both speed-walk into the elevator.

"So... tell me about this boy of yours."

You think for a moment, your heart switching from love to disgust.

"He-... I think he's cheating on me, I dont wanna talk about it though."

You hear a sigh emit from Siyeon's mouth.

"I see, don't worry about him. I'll make you forget that dude real quickly."

What was that supposed to mean? Whatever, doesn't matter, anything to get him off your mind.

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Walking into her apartment, you realize you left your stuff in her car- whatever, you're too tired anyways... you'll just get it in the morning. You shuffle over to her couch, slumping down on the soft fabric. You pratically melted into it, your body merging and twisting to get comfortable.

"Someone's burnt out. Heh, I don't blame you." She spits.

All you could reply with was a groan, you didn't have the energy to do anything but lay there. Ignoring the noises of Siyeon putting her keys away and walking off into her room.

A few minutes pass, you almost fell asleep- actually. Until you hear movement behind you. You weakly turn your head to see Siyeon with a hoodie and a pair of shorts in her arms.

"You're a smaller size than me but, I dont want you to be uncomfortable while you sleep. The shorts have a string to tie up if it gets too loose." Her hands move forward, holding the clothes out for you.

"O-oh, thank you.." You sit up and grab the clothes from her.

"Bathroom is around the corner in my room, I'll be waiting." Siyeon winks at you and before you could ask what she meant, she walks off into the kitchen, not giving you time to respond.

You sit there hotwiring and red as fuck, this lady really needs to stop being so smooth with you. The touch deprivation you felt because of that dumb boyfriend, really affects you, doesn't it?

You finally get out of your train of thought and quickly waddle away into the bathroom to get dressed.

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You walk out the bathroom, all dressed up in Siyeon's clothes. The shorts rested on your waist, faintly showing your underband. Your eyes scan the room and land on the girl on the bed.

"Hey, (Y/N), come here." Siyeon motions for you from her bed.

You trot over and crawl up besides her, layinh your phone on the nightstand and sinking into the sheets.

"You want the left, right, or bottom side?" She asks, referring to the side of the bed you want.

"...Bottom?" You tilt your head, confused.

You look at Siyeon, her eyes staring right back. Until, in the blink of an eye, you end up underneath her. Arms pinned, face equal to eachother, and legs trapped on the outer part of her's.

"S-Siyeon?.." you stutter out.

"Mhn? What? You don't want this?"

You want to respond, but, her eyes stare into you like bullet. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach forming and fluttering around. Your head turns in the opposite direction, backing down.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Siyeon smiles and immediately dives into your neck.

She leaves hickies and kisses all along you. Forcing and dragging out whines and whimpers from you.

"Fuck..." you whine out. Your wrists pushing up against her strong grip.

"Stay still for me, be a good girl." Siyeon slowly moves down, her hands leaving your wrists and tracing her nails along your exposed stomach.

You look down at her, arms landing besides you as you push yourself up to get a better look at her. She sinks lower and traces her tongue against your inner thigh. Again, leaving her kisses on you. You sigh deeply, seeing such a pretty woman teasing you is enough to make you cum on the spot.

A sudden though runs through your mind, what about your boyfriend?

You open your mouth to talk, but a sudden moan emits from your throat as you feel teeth sink into your thigh.

"W-wait..- what about m-my- b-bo-" She cuts you off, her finger resting against your lips.

"Ah-ah. I don't wanna hear about him, this is about me and you. Not him, be a good girl and shut that pretty mouth of yours, all I wanna hear from it is my name, understand?"

You nodded, the dominance she showed towards you shut you up immediately. Apparently, you annoyed her because the moment you stopped talking, you felt your (her) shorts and panties get tugged off of you, forcing a whimper out.

You barely had time to recover until you felt her fingers press against you, forcing two of them into your hole. You let out a sharp cry, the sudden intrusion making your eyes widen and throat burn. Giving you no time to process, Siyeon forcefully and roughly scissoring into you at a constant pace.

"Stop whining so much, you know you can take it..."

You couldnt even respond to her, too overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt. Your hips jerked down into the sheets, causing your back to arch.

"Oh? You're a sensitive one." Siyeon smirks, her head leaned against your thigh, holding it in place with her free hand. All she did was keep a pace pressing against your sensitive area's, while keeping the cockiest expression printed on her beautiful face. Her heavenly brown eyes stayed glued to your wet cunt giving out the most unholy sounds you've heard. Nobody else could make you this wet, and you know it.

You just met this girl, how could you already be such a dumb mindless girl for her, useless thing.

It was only a matter of time before you felt yourself coming to the edge. You desperately reached your hands down to tap on Siyeon's wrist, trying to signal to her the best you could that you were close; you couldn't talk anyways.

"Oh... someones close isn't she? Cmon, cum for me, pretty girl." Siyeon increased her pace, now using her thumb to stimulate your clit as her fingers pounded you into a new reality.

"F-fu-..- S-siy-eon..~!" You came on sync with her name, whimpering and spewing out the most devilish noises, you didn't even know you could make them.

Siyeon's body moved up to become equal with yours, her fingers slowing down and getting to a point of stopping.

You felt her slowly pull her fingers out, making you twitch. A few seconds passed by under you felt a strong grip on your chin. Siyeon pulled your head in her direction, giving her acces to leave a big lipstick mark on your cheek.

You weakly turned your head to look at her, still panting heavily from your orgasm.

"You look irresistable."

Siyeon licks her fingers, your juices leaving a sweet taste on her tongue. She pulls her fingers out of her mouth and flops ontop of you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her.

Fuck your boyfriend, he wouldn't treat you like this anyways.

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... erm hi so like ive never written shit like this b4 so if theres mistakes then tell me cause... yeah! Hopefully this isnt too bad, and atleast someone likes it. ;) <3

Also its pretty rushed bc of exams n shit. I'll probably have more detailed stuff after exams lmao.

(this is barely proof-read btw..)