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ballplayersxo · 2 years ago

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Naw bc ppl really do too much when it comes to Vanessa B. I know there are certain things you’re supposed to say to ppl who have lost a loved one, but I roll my eyes everytime I see people say something along the lines of “I’m so happy to finally see her smile again” as if the woman (and her oldest daughter) hasn’t BEEN living her best life. A couple of months after loosing her husband and daughter, she was traveling the world, going to Disneyland everyday, going to these celebrity events and skinning and grinning for the cameras on red carpets and she still hasn’t slowed down a bit. Im not saying they had to put their lives on hold, but other ppl need to stop acting like they did when in actuality they wasted no time. It just boggles my mind.

And don’t even get me started on that sham foundation of her’s. It’s a well known practice that these rich ppl established foundations for massive tax write offs and use it as a vanity project, and for her she uses it as a reason to do photo shoots and post pictures of herself on social media (and tax write offs ofc), there’s tons of articles on the internet breaking down this common practice. I will never get over how during the middle of a trial where she was claiming emotional distress over pictures that have never been made public and ones she herself has admitted to never seeing before, she was promoting herself on social selling those cheap necklaces to commemorate KB’s birthday of all things. You can’t convince me she didn’t just want to do a photoshoot. Can you imagine doing that, then the next day going to a court room and putting on a performance crying about how your relationship with social media has and will forever change? Anyone else would have gotten eaten up over their hypocrisy especially bc these media outlets were writing about her making a scene and constantly walking out of the court room bc of how quote-on-quote distressing everything was for her, then you go on her social media and see that shallow nonsense? No one would have known about the pictures had she not filed the suit. And it’s likely that her emotional distress stems from the loss of her husband and daughter and not pics she can’t for the life of her even describe. I’m not condoning what those employees did, but there’s tons of pics of dead bodies of regular ppl and celebs on the internet. I have never seen the media and public give so much grace and privacy to the loved ones of a deceased person like they have with this family. TMZ and a bunch of other media outlets plastered videos of Anne Heche literally DYING in front of our eyes, and we have yet to hear from her family. The bodies from the helicopter crash were in such bad condition that even if the pictures leaked, no one would have known what is was unlesss told. They literally had to hire a digital forensic scientist to match the verbal descriptions of the pictures with the autopsy bc of how indistinguishable the pictures were. I followed the lawsuit and different media outlets had transcripts to the trial and pre-trials, some of which I read and one of the guys on trial literally admitted that Vanessa paid him $21,000 for his testimony. He was legally required to admit it to the jury. I can’t imagine who else she paid off. She got $16 million, so it was a great return on her investment. During the pre-trial, she told the judge that she filed the lawsuit to make an example out of those employees, but the judge himself replied back to her that he can’t find any reason why she would file the suit other than for money. If judges could toss out lawsuits when they sense bs, I’m guessing the judge would have done it, but V hired the best lawyers anyone could find. He even condemned and almost fined them bc her lawyers were submitting too much nonsensical paperwork and requested to have stuff be shown to the jury that had nothing to do with the trial other than to sway the jury. At the end of the trial, TMZ, who also had transcripts of the trial wrote about how she was demanding $75 million dollars—and from tax payers btw, bc she was suing the county not the individual officers. Her greedy ass knew who to sue bc those officers would have been left bankrupt and without a dime after the lawsuit and therefore be unable to give her anything by the time a verdict was read. THAT would have been making an example out of them but no, she wanted more money bc it’s not like inheriting $800 million dollars is alot, right? Smh

As for those Mamba/cita gyms she’s “opening”, the foundation doesn’t even own those gyms. Her ppl go to owners of these gyms and asks them if they can renovate it in the form of plastering her husband and daughter’s faces all over it in exchange for good publicity for their park/gym. I can tell not just by how she words the captions of her posts everytime she posts about the gyms/parks, but she usually tags the real owners who make a post about her approaching them about this idea of honoring her husband and daughter. They make no mention of her purchasing it or being the new owner through the foundation. I’m not going to blame her for it bc the cost will add up over time, but I need ppl to get a grip and stop praising her for what she is doing bc it is the bare minimum. That foundation has made tens of millions of dollars, especially with that $24 million donation from the founder of Body Armor, the collab with Nike who she came running right back to for more money after trashing them on her social media, and selling those ugly overpriced sweats and necklaces. Seems like all that foundation does is renovate some gyms in the form of repainting it and they have likely spent no more than a couple of hundreds of thousands of dollars total. The foundation has been around for years even before 2020 and no surprise, it used to be called the Kobe and Vanessa Foundation prior to its name change and they did nothing. It was literally a tax shelter and if the name itself doesn’t tell you it was also created for vanity, I don’t know what to say. Gisele and Tom Brady just got exposed for doing this exact same thing with their self-named foundation. Rich ppl are some of the cheapest and most money hungry ppl ever. I know I sound bitter but idc, it’s the truth.

no anon thank you for this

#kobe bryant

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xtruss · 8 months ago

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Five Things You Should Know Before Trusting That Supplement

Collagen. Probiotics. Every Letter of Vitamin Under the Sun. Your Local Drugstore is Full of Them—But How Much Do They Actually Do For You?

— By Amy McKeever | February 28, 2024

Rows of Gel Capsules on a Blue Surface. Although Dietary Shupplements have Become a Multibillion-Dollar Industry, they're not all effective—and some could even be harmful. Photograph By Helner Müller-Elsner, Laif/Redux

What if you could take one pill and suddenly have more energy, better skin, and a healthier heart? That’s the promise that beckons every time I walk by the supplements aisle at my local drugstore—filled with fish oil capules, jugs of collagen powder, magnesium chews, and every letter of vitamin under the sun.

It’s tempting. So it’s no wonder that supplements are projected to balloon to a $200-Billion Global Industry By 2025.

But I've always had a healthy dose of skepticism about how much any of these supplements can really do and whether they’re worth the cost. These are some of the insights from our previous reporting on supplements—with the very important caveat that you should always consult your doctor first about health decisions.

1) Supplements Aren’t Strictly Regulated.

Nearly every story we’ve published about supplements hits on one key point: The U.S. Food and Drug Administration doesn’t regulate dietary supplements in the same way as it does food and drugs—meaning companies don’t need to submit products to the FDA for approval before putting them on the market.

This can lead to some misleading labels. Jen Messer, a registered dietitian and president elect of the New Hampshire Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics, pointed our reporter Daryl Austin to an analysis of 57 dietary supplements. It found that 84 percent didn’t contain the amount of ingredients claimed, 40 percent didn’t have any of the ingredients claimed—and 12 percent “contained undeclared ingredients, which is prohibited by the FDA," she said in our November 2023 article.

It also means that companies don’t need to provide the FDA with evidence that their products actually do what their labels purport to do. “It's the Wild West right now,” David Hibbett, a professor of biology at Clark University, told us in our January 2024 story about the booming market of mushroom supplements like chaga and lion’s mane. “The evidence is still very, very limited and, certainly in my mind, does not warrant the very strong marketing of these products as nutritional supplements.”

2) Not Everyone Should Take Them—Even Multivitamins.

I grew up thinking that taking a multivitamin a day was the epitome of health, but this isn’t true for everyone, we reported in June 2023—and you should consult a doctor before you start a daily multivitamin regimen.

There are a few reasons why. For one, multivitamins can interfere with certain drugs like antibiotics or blood thinners. Additionally, people with liver or kidney disease might not be able to efficiently clear the high levels of nutrients contained in a multivitamin. Finally, it’s possible for anyone to get too much of a good thing. (More on this in a bit.)

Ultimately, as with everything, it comes down to your individual needs.

3) The Body Doesn’t Break All Vitamins Down the Same Way.

But it’s not just your own personal health factors to keep in mind. Some vitamins are also absorbed differently in the body—which can make a big difference in deciding whether to take them.

Experts warned in a story we published in November 2023 to be particularly careful with vitamins A and E because they are fat-soluble. This means that the body stores these nutrients in your liver and fatty tissues for future use rather than quickly breaking them down and metabolizing them as it does for other types of vitamins. Large doses of either one could actually harm you.

4) It’s Possible to Overdo It.

As I’ve been alluding to here, there is such a thing as vitamin toxicity—or consuming so much of these nutrients that they actually begin to harm rather than help you.

Take, vitamin A, for example: Exceeding the daily upper intake limit of 3,000 micrograms can ultimately cause issues like joint pain, liver damage, and birth defects. High doses of vitamin E can interfere with blood clotting, causing hemorrhages, among other issues. And an excess of vitamin D can cause nausea, muscle weakness, confusion, vomiting, and dehydration.

5) Food is the Best Way to Get Nutrients.

Many nutrients like collagen and vitamin C are already abundant in the foods that make up a typical diet—and eating whole, unprocessed foods, such as fiber-rich vegetables and fruit, is often a more efficient way to get the vitamins, minerals, and probiotics your body needs, Cleveland Clinic nutritionist Gail Cresci told us in March 2023. “Taking a probiotic or a probiotic supplement," she said, "isn’t going to fix a bad diet."

#Science #Nutrition | Medicine | Drugs | Health | Wellness #Suppliment #Collagen #Probiotics #Vitamin #Multibillion-Dollar Industry #$200-Billion Global Industry By 2025 #Multivitamins #Nutrients #Food

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stygianheart · 2 years ago

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Fear of Sharing

*staring at ao3 as I try to learn how to publish a chapter* how the actual craphorns do I work this? HTML— I dunno how tf to do that—

Warning, very long rant coming up. Highly doubt anyone will read it but still. Short summary is: as a person who is currently in the process of publishing a book, I am paranoid due to past experiences of being accused of plagiarism when it was my work stolen, and being told that my writing is nowhere near good enough for the public eye. But I started to share my stuff again! So thank you to all who like my stuff!!

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I have, like, the weirdest fear of sharing my writing. Which is funny, cause I’m currently physically/officially publishing a book and and hell, that’s definitely sharing my writing to the world.

I love writing. I’ve been writing stories since kindergarten, but I’ve always been afraid of sharing it. I think that’s coming amongst writers, because we don’t want to be told that our writing is horrible. When I got my first rounds of edits and feedback from my Editor, I refused to look at the paper until my friend read it out loud for me. I was so scared about getting possible negative feedback that I didn’t even think there would be any positive. (Which turned out to be wrong, almost all of the feedback was complimenting me and my ability to write flowing and easy dialogue, captivating scenes, a fascinating world and likable characters. Which is absolutely astounding in my opinion, I never thought I was that good.)

But it’s gotten to the point where the only people outside of my editor I share any my writing with is my close friends, who, as much as I love them, have a biased opinion. They’re literally my best friends. And I’m especially paranoid of sharing ideas with people, and for good reason.

Few years back, I had this idea for a story I was going to write for fun and for a school project, and it really was a clever idea. I don’t remember much about it anymore, because that was five years ago, but I do know that I shared it with people because I wanted someone else to be excited with. That was a horrible idea, because someone told someone who ended up stealing the idea as a whole. They stole the plot, stole the characters, stole the setting, and submitted it before I submitted mine. I was later accused of plagiarism because I happened to turn my story in a few days after the other person and I had to rewrite the whole thing from scratch. Being accused of plagiarizing a fellow student, who in truth stole it from me, made me realize I shouldn’t share my book ideas. And I guess that grew to a paranoia to not share my works entirely, because even if I have copyrighted it and everything is legally mine, I have the nagging believe that someone is going to steal it. In which I found was perfectly capable of happening. Just 2 years ago, I made a whole book and published it to an online site that, regretfully, does not offer the ability to copyright. I mean, it IS my own wiki on Fandom, so of course it doesn’t. Silly me. I later found a scholarship for people who submitted their own works—poetry, books, short stories, etc, and as a person who desperately wanted to be a English Major for creative writing, I submitted the book. (I named it You Can’t Go Back Home Again, and it’ll be up on my WattPad some day when I have the time.) However, a few weeks later, I received a email that told me I was disqualified from the scholarship for plagiarizing my book. A few online friends dug into this for me and as it turns out, someone had the audacity to take my book and publish it on their own platform. And they claimed it as their own. This person hadn’t entered the scholarship, thankfully, but the idea that I had stolen someone else’s story was still enough to get me disqualified. I was luckily able to fight back with evidence that the story was in fact mine, but I had still been taken out of the scholarship. (Summary: People who plagiarize are wetsocks and limpnoodles.)

So of course paranoia began to settle into my mind about sharing works online or with people. And since then, I’ve rarely shared something I made, out of fear of it being stolen and out of fear of it flopping terribly. Making the decision to publish my own book was a huge one that induced a lot of anxiety, but in the end, my desire to share my work overcame my fear of sharing it and being falsely accused of pirating. But as mentioned before, I was also afraid of my work crashing and burning.

I have been told once that my writing sucks. That it has no reason whatsoever to be available to the public eye. That it was “overly dramatic” and had too much “forced humor.” And sure, that was when I was in 5th grade and my writing style was beyond dramatic and over exaggerated, but it’s stuck with me since. I do try my best to add some humor into what I write, because a lot of the shit I come up with nowadays is extremely dark and needs some humor sprinkled in there so readers don’t go into a depressed mood (which is what my mom told me, not my words.) I’ve gotten complaints that I write mostly about male main characters and that there’s already enough of that in the world, I need more female characters. I definitely got an angry reaction when expressing the idea of making the only ‘girl main character’ in my book go through a gender-questioning arc later on in the series before coming out as a demigirl, telling me that as a biological woman, it’s my duty to write about women. (I’m non-binary, but I am AFAB.) And it’s been pointed out that a lot of my OC’s are queer and that I need to add some variety to it. I’ve noticed these things, yes, but it’s a part of how I write. Yes, a lot of the main characters in my books are boys/men/males. Yes, 9/10 times the main characters are gay. (I’m gay, what the fuck do you expect, you little judgmental wetsocks.) None of that means my writing and stories suck, but they’re excuses and reasons I’ve been told on why my writing sucks.

So in summary of my last few paragraphs, I’m scared of sharing my writing due to past experiences of being falsely accused of plagiarism and being knocked down by hateful people. So when I got just 1 like on my 3 am KobyLu fic, what remained of my little pride to share my stuff skyrocketed. When I checked on it the other day and saw a reblog and 14 likes, my heart was literally singing. And then I got a fic request from someone who said they loved my writing and wanted me to write a story for them. (I came off as “pffft nah” but Anonymous, that really made my heart cry out in joy.) The fact that people on here, complete strangers, liked my stuff that much meant the world to me. So I decided “hey, I think I’m going to start sharing my shit again.” I reopened my long since abandoned WattPad account and started uploading a story I wrote. I created an official ao3 account just so I could write the fiction request. And while I’m still terrified of sharing, just so much as 1 like or 1 reblog sends my minuscule ego flying up the roof.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still scared shitless of sharing my stuff. I write for the fun of it, really, but getting positive feedback and likes on something that feels like a part of my soul means the world to me.

Basically, this whole damn long post was a call out to the people who’ve liked my KobyLu fanfic and requested for more. You truly don’t know how much that meant to me, that my work so much as even crossed your forum and you liked it.

And thank you to all of the future peeps who will hopefully like the uprise in writing that will appear on my blog!

#writing #writing struggles #writer problems #thank you #it means the world to me #plagiarism sucks ass #please read? Maybe?#Copyright your work authors #I love getting likes #struggles of a writer #falsely accused #I’m sorry for the freakishly long story about me #I just didn’t know how else to write this without explaining why I’m so grateful

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aizenat · 1 year ago

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This is such an unhinged and anti-feminist take. I was going to ignore you because your completely uneducate rants are obviously attention seeking, but this will at least let me get my thoughts out on the fucker of this show so let’s go.

The discourse around ‘the idol’ is really facinating to me (it’s also completely rancid and braindead of course) because while people are screaming about it as if it’s some unprecedented misogyny almost every single review (sometimes even headlines) of it i’ve seen reeks of such exhausting type of internalized misogyny itself like they’re projecting here,

That’s not what internalized misogyny is. Is that where the mainstream idea of feminism is now? Feminist critique of art and film is now instantly internalized misogyny?

Internalized misogyny is basically female misogynists. It’s women who support and endorse the patriarchy despite being women themselves. It’s not having a problem with the portrayal of woman in a story. Tradwives and fundamentalist wives who tell women to submit to men have internalized misogyny. Women who think women shouldn’t be leaders in politics, the church, communities, etc have internalized misogyny. Women who don’t believe women who come out with rape/abuse claims have internalized misogyny. Internalized misogyny is when women internalize the misogynistic beliefs that the patriarchy spews to keep women oppressed. Whatever the fuck you think internalized misogyny is isn’t what that term is, which really undermines your entire argument here. But I’ll continue.

people have such a weird negative fixation on lily’s body, her tits and nipples and female sexuality in general (that they ofc accuse the show of having) it’s literally all they talk about (were they fighting off hard ons in the theatre like what’s going on). because you know god forbid a woman shows some nipples (i go around topless around my house all the time when it’s really hot like a guy, unnecessary nudity i guess?), the fact that this is still considered 'nudity’, free the nipple truly failed us.

What a disingenuous take to say that people have a “weird negative fixation on lily’s body” when the show itself hypefocuses on her body! And in a clearly pornographic way! Lily isn’t just walking around topless because it’s hot out; she’s wearing outfits while at home (where she should be allowed to be comfortable) that are designed to specifically sexualize her! She wears a tiny skirt that shows off her ass and a bra-like top so small that in the dance scene in the first episode, after being lifted and brought back down, we see Lily adjust her boobs because her nipple was about to fall out!

If it was about just being comfortable, why wouldn’t she wear comfortable clothes while practicing a dance routine that has her being lifted and flung all over the place? They could have put her in biker shorts and a sports bra that would have still let them sexualize her body (close ups on her ass as they already do, etc), but even THAT was too much covering up for Sam and Abel. In later scenes, we see her working out in a leotard (and not like the stylish ones of the 80s that was popular where they had LEGGINGS and stuff to cover their bits). Even if we excuse that one, in the last episode, she is working out in a thong and again not wearing a sports bra. As any female athlete or gym rat, that is NOT conducive to a good workout! And I say that as a former athlete/gym rat myself! And I don’t have particularly big boobs, and even then, trying to move around without proper undies that don’t ride up your ass (aka, the complete opposite of a thong) and a sports bra (or SOME sort of supportive bra) HURTS. It’s uncomfortable. Even in that last scene, she’s doing a workout where she’s crawling on the ground (with knee guards? okay) and the shot focuses on her exposed ass!

While I was watching the finale, I was taking shots of the outfits they put Lily in to show my friend and in the scene of the weird ass showcase, she’s wearing a dress that has her entire ass exposed to the point that when she does something innocuous as going over to grab Abe’s character and pull him outside, her entire ass is exposed to the camera as she bends over. The styling has it that anyway Lily moves instantly sexualizes her.

People’s reaction to this is not a negative reaction to her body itself; it’s the fact that it’s always on display in a pornographic way even in moments where it doesn't make sense. In that the last episode where we see her go into her label, she’s wearing another see through dress that shows off her ass. Literally as she’s walking by people in suits and ties in cubicles looking at her. Have you seen candid/paparazzi pics of celebs in public shopping or whatever? Yes, they look nice, but they’re not wearing shit like that! I even looked up street outfits from sexual artists like Megan Thee Stallion, Saweetie, and Doja and they ALL wear clothes that cover their tits and ass when they’re in street clothes. Saweetie seems to favor baggy clothes in public, and Megan covers her boobs and butt and relies on the outfits being form fitting to show off her curves. The latter is how you would expect a sexual woman to dress in public: still showing off her curves but still covered up so her tits and ass aren’t hanging out all the time.

They do NONE of that with Lily’s character. When she’s home, she’s not just walking around naked; she’s wearing tops that barely cover her nipples, skirts that can’t cover her ass (which as big booty bitch who actually struggles with that because of my big booty but still manages, idk how a small booty bitch can’t figure it out), and her going-out fits are see-through at best. These outfits may be cute for a playboy shoot, or even a red carpet event, but just to go shopping? Just to go visit her label’s office? What????

People are not criticizing her body, but how her body is stylized and filmed in a pornographic way. Your inability to tell the difference is just poor reading comprehension regarding the critiques.

what else do they talk about? oh yeah, she’s masturbating in it (horror!), there’s a photo with cum on her face (outrage like this is lily’s real actual photo) and some kinky consensual relationship with abel’s character. this is all i can remember, such misogyny.

Another disingenuous take. I am a HUGE proponent of masturbation. My followers know I encourage it, especially for women. I collect sex toys and use them often. I don’t have ONE singular issue with masturbation. What is weird about the masturbations scene is how pornographic they are and how it’s obviously less about this woman being sexual and expressing it and more about making her masturbating look sexy to men. When I masturbate, I’m not doing it in a way that “looks” good. I’m focused on it feeling good. If a man were to watch me masturbate, he’d probably be bored because I don’t do it in a way to look cute.

Is that what we see? No, we see her masturbate with ice, twice in one episode (but then never again??? Interesting) all while choking herself (literally never did that before; and I doubt most women who aren’t porn sick would). It’s gratuitous male fap fodder, straight up.

Also, at least this was back in the day when I was young and dumb and into bdsm, don’t kink relationships have things like safe words? Don’t you talk about limits and such from the beginning. I know 50 Shades got everyone thinking they can just do kinky shit, but if it was actually the kinky shit people had a problem with, you’d see critiques over the lack of emphasis over “safe, sane, and consensual” like you did with 50 Shades.

Also, you can’t have it both ways with Abel and Lily’s characters’ relationship. Either it’s a consensual bdsm relationship, or he’s manipulating and taking advantage of her. The narrative can’t have it both ways, though it tries. And all it does is make the argument AGAINST kink that it’s always about one person taking advantage sexually of another party. Like, I’m just going to take a shot in the dark and say you’ve never had an actual bdsm relationship irl before, and therefore all you know about it is what you see in porn where they cut out the parts where the actors talk about their limits and safewords and shit.

why do people infantilize women and treat them like little children with no mind of their own that can’t consent to anything because this is really where this stems from. when you look at some of the conversations it’s like the actress is being exploited literally whenever she shows boobs on screen by the big bad male director who is taking advantage of her by asking her consent lmao.

The most disingenuous take in this whole rant. Yes, it’s infantilizing women to point out how MEN IN MEDIA EXPLOIT THEM. We def didn’t have huge movements in Hollywood (and in general) in the last 5+ years to discuss that. We def don’t know what the male gaze is. We def haven’t seen examples of huge men in media who literally did just that to a host of young female actresses over their long careers. This never happens and pointing out exploitation is actually pearl clutching.

I implore you to read some books and essays on exploitation and objectification, eroticism vs pornography (Audre Lorde has book called Uses of the Erotic, which does great job of showing the differences between erotic displays of human sexuality versus the soulless porn we are so used to seeing today), and the male gaze. The Beauty Myth and Beauty Sick are both good books to help break down the issue with objectification and how that’s different from respectful displays of female nudity.

I will admit that I see some people (mostly gen Z, whose porn sick upbringing, I think, makes their relationship with sex even more complicated) generally having hangups with shows that portray sex period, I am not one of those people. I love sex, and masturbation, and I encourage both. It’s human, natural, and it feels good for a reason! But this show doesn’t show erotic, sexy, fun sex. It shows pornographic, objectifying, abusive rape. And if you can’t see the difference between the two, I pray for your sexual healing.

the discourse around 'the idol' is really facinating to me (it's also completely rancid and braindead of course) because while people are screaming about it as if it's some unprecedented misogyny almost every single review (sometimes even headlines) of it i've seen reeks of such exhausting type of internalized misogyny itself like they're projecting here, the call is coming from inside the house. people have such a weird negative fixation on lily's body, her tits and nipples and female sexuality in general (that they ofc accuse the show of having) it's literally all they talk about (were they fighting off hard ons in the theatre like what's going on). because you know god forbid a woman shows some nipples (i go around topless around my house all the time when it's really hot like a guy, unnecessary nudity i guess?), the fact that this is still considered 'nudity', free the nipple truly failed us. what else do they talk about? oh yeah, she's masturbating in it (horror!), there's a photo with cum on her face (outrage like this is lily's real actual photo) and some kinky consensual relationship with abel's character. this is all i can remember, such misogyny.

why do people infantilize women and treat them like little children with no mind of their own that can't consent to anything because this is really where this stems from. when you look at some of the conversations it's like the actress is being exploited literally whenever she shows boobs on screen by the big bad male director who is taking advantage of her by asking her consent lmao. obviously the controversy did what it did, but i don't think i've ever seen such a demented and intense reaction towards any other director (and i think that hit piece rolling stone published was a byproduct of that because a lot of people have been having one-sided personal beef with him for a while now, which incudes the press btw because of 'malcolm and marie' lmao). and it probably comes down to the fact that he attracted a massive and incredibly intense puritan zoomer audience and attention with 'euphoria' because i will bet my life that 'the idol' will be much less vulgar and objectifying than stuff like 'game of thrones' or 'the sopranos' or 'wolf of wall street'. but that stuff is fine because it's targeted at male audience and every female "character" that gets sexualized (and also in those examples, outside of GOT, almost every female is just an extension of a male character) in it is just some fucking furniture in the background whose function is to look pretty, get fucked, sometimes beaten and disposed of. so that's fine, but a show that is targeted at primarily female audience that displays female sexuality without inhibition told from a perspective of a female character is not fine because them broads are retarded easily exploited victims and we need to protect them.

#the idol

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soubi122 · 3 years ago

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Coalition

Everyone, I decided to post this today - I was so excited and couldn't until the 31st. :) This is a small follow up for the mini series Distorted Lines. Enjoy!

College fun, Kazutoraxreader, Chifuyuxreader, Bajix reader, threesome, m!oral, f!oral, foursome, slight jealously and slight angst if you squint - probably.

Mornings were rarely spent alone, you would wake up next to either one or two people, sometimes even three. Home rarely felt like home when they would keep you at their place for days. When you would visit home, you only had a few hours to yourself because someone was bound to walk through your door and end up pinning you beneath them. Not that you mind, but sometimes all you wanted to do was just spend a day without fighting or fucking. Chifuyu was probably the most level headed out of them all and never really pushed his dick in your face like the other two did. Baji and Kazutora would bump heads all the time as to whose turn it was to sleep with you - more than half the time they would end up getting on your nerves and you just leave them empty handed. Things were about to change, but not in your favor.

“Everyone, today we will be pairing up for a group project - you will be in teams of 3. I don’t care who you pair up with but please choose wisely.” The professor said while handing out the assignment. You felt a storm coming, if the people got to choose - that means… “You two are either gonna settle this with fists or rock, paper, scissors?” Baji says as he throws a smirk at your direction. You could see the way his chest puffed up, almost as if he’s guaranteed to be your partner. “Why don’t we let (Y/N) choose?” Chifuyu asks, trying to avoid unnecessary fighting. Kazutora scoffs, not at Chifuyu’s question but at the fact that Baji tends to claim you as his anytime he gets. He was getting rather annoyed with not being able to just sit next to you or even hold a conversation with you without Baji interfering. There was no formal agreement but you would only lay with them and no one else. No other man was allowed to touch you.

“You have until the end of the week to submit your group pairings, please do not hesitate to ask me any questions if you are not able to find a group.” Thank god, this gave you time to talk to them individually - you wanted to resolve this as peacefully as possible and also not get distracted. You knew it was going to be nearly impossible to work with Baji and Kazutora together. You would be ok with Chifuyu as he is pretty good with his studies and will not slack off. “Guys, let’s go have lunch after this and we can talk about the group-” You were cut off when multiple girls began to flock around Baji, Kazutora and Chifuyu. They were all wanting to pair up with them for the project, they didn’t know that you four had a thing going. It was kind of a relief if they decided to pair separately, but life had other plans for you. “Sorry ladies, but we already have a group of 3.” Both Baji and Kazutora said at the same time, Chifuyu only smiled meekly as he accepted the girls’ invitation, he didn’t feel like fighting with them. You pouted unconsciously, you felt a little jealous that he would be working with 2 other girls that wanted to sink their teeth into him.

“Then it’s settled, (Y/N) and Kazutora - we’re paired for this project.” Baji said as he bared his shit eating grin at you. Chifuyu looked over at you and noticed the pout on your face and mouthed the words ‘sorry’ at you. No use in trying to make things uncomfortable for him, so you smiled softly and looked over to Baji and Kazutora. They were already submitting the worksheet confirming the group members. When the lecture was over, you wanted to get started on the project and outline some of the work that needed to be done - “I think we should head to the library to get some research material and go over who will be doing what.” You say while looking over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of the girls who were all over Chifuyu - he looks a little uncomfortable. I hope he’ll be ok, I’ll talk to him when we get home. You think to yourself.

At the library, Baji was just scrolling through his phone and not even looking through the assignment sheet. Kazutora was at least trying to go over the assignment sheet but kept getting distracted by how you would reach up for a book and your midriff would peek out from under your shirt. The skirt you were wearing was making his golden orbs trail up your thighs. He’s fighting the urge to squeeze them. Soon his attention was snatched and a scowl was plastered on his face. Baji got behind you and pressed his body against yours, ‘helping’ you reach for the book you were trying to get. “Y’know, we’re in the back of the library…maybe we can test a little something out?” He was insinuating something you were all too familiar with. “Baji, I’m not in the mood - we really need to get started on this.” He pressed his body closer, you could feel his member hardening and twitching against your ass. The idea of him fucking you in the library where anyone can walk in on you was thrilling to him.

“You heard her, she’s not in the mood…” Kazutora says as he pulls you away from Baji and wraps his arms around your waist, making Baji scoff and come closer. They had you caged between them. “No one asked you…” Baji was now inches from Kazutora’s face, they were both starting to heat up and about to fight over you again. “Both of you, stop. If I let you, umm...you know…can we then get started on the project?” The tone in your voice is laced with annoyance and acquiescence. If you could get them to just stop fighting, you’d be willing to bend over for them right here and now. Both of them stopped and smirked at you, they weren’t expecting for you to actually let them fuck you in the library.

Soft dulcet moans leaked from your mouth as both Baji and Kazutora thrusted into you. They were sitting next to each other and made the chairs face each other’s direction. Baji had you sitting on his lap, bent over while he fucked you from behind. You were leaning forward in Kazutora’s direction, your mouth was wrapped around Kazutora’s length and the vibrations from your moans were making his eyes roll back to skull. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to keep quiet, Baji’s thrusts were slow and hard - the tip kept hitting your sweet spot, you felt like you were about to collapse from the agonizing slow pace.. He dug his fingers into your hips, making you hold on to Kazutora’s thighs for stability. Each long drag of his cock was making your coil tighten. Thank goodness that your mouth was full or else you would have been moaning loudly. Your ear perked up when you heard faint footsteps coming closer. Releasing his member from your mouth, you whisper “Someone’s - mmnh - coming!” The look of horror in your eyes had chills running down Kazutora’s spine. You tried to stand but Baji held your hips in place, he was refusing to release you. Instead he pulled you back and rotated his chair to face the table. Kazutora followed suit and also rotated his chair to face the table. So to anyone passing by it would look like you were merely sitting on Baji’s lap and Kazutora was just sitting normally. I mean who would ever think that you three were doing anything sinful?

You grabbed the book from the table and opened it to a random page and were reciting one of the passages in almost a whisper. A female student turned the corner and glanced in your direction. You recognized the student, she was in your literature class - you prayed that they would just keep walking. Baji’s chuckle made you clench instinctively, his hand began to roam under the table and started to trace light circles on your clit. Panic started to set in when the student began to walk closer and waved at you. “Baji…don’t, please.” You begged him and he only smiled at you innocently. ”Hey (Y/N)! How are finals going for you?” You smile meekly and almost stutter your reply. “O-Okay, we’re working on this group thing and it’s b-brutal…” Your walls were clenching tightly out of the anxiety and pleasure that was being forced on you. “What's the theme of the project?” Kazutora answered quickly to avoid you moaning out your sentence. “It’s for [X] class. We’re trying to get this project done as quickly as possible. We really need to concentrate.” It was almost in a ‘get lost’ tone. The student scoffed and turned on their heels, “Girl, you really need to get your tumors removed…they’re speaking for you.” You couldn’t help but burst out laughing as she walked away. She was calling Baji and Kazutora your tumors since they were always glued to you. A herd of ‘shh’s’ could be heard from down the aisle - you laughed a little too loud.

Once the coast was clear, Baji rotated his chair again to face Kazutora. He forcefully bent you over and Kazutora cupped your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him - your glossy eyes were filled with lust and vexation. The glimmer in his eye made you regret laughing at the insult earlier. He knew you were surrendering yourself to keep them from fighting, but he couldn’t stop himself from shoving his cock in your throat. “Fuck, princess - you really are something else.” His thrusts were also slow and the way your tongue swirled around his cock had him biting his lip, choking down his moans and also trying to keep steady. Your pace quickened and your hand stroked his shaft, almost eager to have him finish in your mouth, you just wanted to avoid any more potential interruptions. Kazutora groans softly as he feels his orgasm wash over him. The look in your eyes threw him over the edge.

You swallowed each drop, the sweet taste lingering on your tongue as he pulled out of your mouth and basked at how well you satisfied him. Your hands gripped his thighs, holding on to dear life as your coil snapped as Baji also picked up the pace and kept hitting your cervix with his tip. Baji felt you cream around his cock. Your mind was blank as your knees quivered and you were waiting for Baji to deliver the finishing blow. Wait…this is gonna drip down my thighs! You thought to yourself as your eyes snapped open, you had to walk home after this and there was no way you’d reach the bathroom in time before it would drip down. “Baji, wait!” You whispered and pulled away from him, he was confused and a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to fill you to the brim but his disappointment faded when you got on your knees and opened your mouth - waiting for him to feed you his seed. It was a sight he has now etched in his mind. Baji began to pump his cock, he’s never dreamed of seeing you on your knees for him - it made his coil in his stomach tighten. Soon you felt the warmth of his seed on your tongue. “Fuck…I should get you on your knees more often.” The comment had you boiling on the inside, it was degrading yet it made honey pool between your legs.

After straightening up, you were finally able to begin the project and assign the roles for all three. As you were walking out of the library you caught a glimpse of Chifuyu with the two girls who were in his group. The bashful look on his face made you feel a little envious of them. That’s the look he gave you before the lines were crossed. Stop it! It’s a group project, he’s trying his best to get this done and he wouldn’t let them sink their fangs into him…right? You think to yourself while trying to hide the worried look on your face. “I’m gonna head home, I need to do some solo research.” You say to Baji and Kazutora when they start walking towards their apartment, almost expecting you to follow them home. “Ok, we’ll get started on some stuff as well. Let me know if you need anything, princess.” Kazutora says as he places a kiss on your forehead and begins to drag Baji with him. He knew Baji was going to try and sneak away with you.

At home, you took a shower and drew a bath - the warm water was soothing your nerves and anxiety. Soon your phone pinged, it was a message from someone you wanted to see the most.

Chifuyu: Hey (Y/N), sorry we weren’t able to hang out today. I’ll make it up to you. :)

(Y/N): No worries, come spend the night with me tomorrow. Hopefully we can both get this project done soon.

Tomorrow never came.

***Over the next few weeks***

Things were coming along pretty well with the group, Baji was actually pulling his weight but only after you said you’d reward him for it. Kazutora didn’t need the motivation but was still rewarded for not pestering you while studying. Studying at your place was now common. Slow and agonizing strokes to Baji’s length had him stuttering while reciting the sections he was going to present. “Keep reading…” You say in a low and sultry tone, you were giving him a taste of his own medicine. Sitting next to him, gaze burning into him with your hand down his pants had him losing focus. “Ngh…y-you ain’t making this easy-fuck.” He says while gritting his teeth. Your thumb swiped over his slit, smearing the pre all over and making his hips buck. “(Y/N), y’know his brain will short circuit if you keep teasing him.” Kazutora says with a smirk on his face, he’s never seen Baji so flustered before - you were one mean study buddy. After an hour of edging Baji, he finally was able to get through his portion of the presentation. Each time he messes up, you have him start over. “Now, let’s see if you can get through it without stuttering this time…” You say as you drop your skirt and panties. Straddling his lap, you sank down on his cock, the warmth of your velvet walls had him moaning and gripping your hips.

“Kazurota, tie his hands behind the chair.” The chuckle that Kazutora let out made you clench around Baji’s length. “Come on! That’s not fair!” Baji says as Kazutora uses your panties to tie Baji’s hands behind the chair. He purposely made it so that you wouldn’t be able to put them back on, he wanted you to be completely bare under your skirt. “Read, Keisuke.” Using his first name again, the way it rolled off your tongue had him panting hard and his cock throbbed harder within your walls. You leaned back on to the table and held the reading material in front of you as you rolled your hips slowly, making his breath hitch. “You have no idea how lucky you are right now…” Kazutora says with a little hint of jealousy on his tongue. “You’re next Hanemiya.” That made Kazutora’s body shudder - the authoritative tone in your voice had him salivating.

Within fifteen minutes, Baji had successfully recited his section of the presentation without stuttering or messing up. “Good boy Keisuke…” You say as you begin to bounce on his length, he was becoming a mess underneath you, moaning and saying your name. Soon your cunt spasmed around his cock as your orgasm hit, you couldn’t help but moan loudly - all this teasing also had you on edge. Baji painted your walls white and buried his head into your neck as his coil snapped. He suddenly wanted to study more often with you.

After untying his hands, you got under the table and on your knees - “Hanemiya…” You say and motioned for Kazutora to take a seat. “Fuck…” he swallowed hard and took a seat at the table. He started out pretty good, not stuttering at all as your hands stroked his shaft but oh how he wanted to fuck up just so you can make him start over again. Kazutora lost his composure when you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock, making his breath hitch at the sudden warmth and he messed up the presentation. “HA! It’s a lot harder than it looks fucker!” Baji says with a shit eating grin on his face. Your tongue swirled over his tip, as you tilt your head up to look up at him you say, “Start over…” Kazutora was beginning to do worse than Baji, he couldn’t focus and now had a fist full of your hair in his hands. “Mmh…(Y/N), I-I can’t-ah.” You pulled away from his length and looked at him with fire in your eyes. “I won’t let you cum until you do so.” A whimper escaped his throat as you stayed on your knees and refused to put his cock back in your mouth, just ghosting your lips over his length. “Now that’s mean (Y/N).” Baji says, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the pitiful look on Kazutora’s face.

That fixed Kazutora’s stuttering problem fast. Just as he was about to finish reciting his part, you crawled from under the table and straddled his lap and took off your shirt. Your tits were bare and that threw him completely off again. “Oh come on!” He exclaims loudly and huffs, running his hands over your chest. “From the top, Hanemiya…” Baji was getting a kick out of this, he only wished Cifuyu would be here to see this. He wondered how Chifuyu would bear against your cruel studying method. Fifteen minutes later and Kazutora was able to finish without stuttering or messing up - he matched Baji’s pace in reciting his part. “Good boy, tora…” Again, you were making him puddy in your hands by saying his name. Only this time, instead of you riding him - he stood up and pinned you on the table, thrusting his cock into your core. The table shook and creaked as he picked up the pace. “Ngh…fuck, keep going!” You say as you feel your second orgasm claw its way out. Soon his thighs were coated with your juices as your coil snapped. Kazutora lets out a low grunt as his seed fills you to the brim. “We should study like this more often…” He says as he helps you off the table. “I wonder how long Chifuyu would last against you.” A stinging sensation could be felt in your chest as you heard his name.

Speaking of Chifuyu, you hardly see him any more. It was hard to get his attention when he’s constantly at the library with those girls. Those girls…that’s what was plaguing your mind. “Princess?” Kazutora’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “What’s wrong?” He knew what was wrong but wanted you to tell him, he wasn’t one to pry but the look on your face when you see Chifuyu made his chest hurt. “Hmm? Oh nothing, just worried about the project that’s all.” Your fake smile confirmed his suspicions. Baji didn’t notice, if anything he was a little happy that it was one less person to compete with for your affection.

You spent more and more nights at home, no longer able to stay over at their apartment - you couldn’t look Chifuyu in the eyes or else you’d want to cry and ravage him. If there was one thing you learned in life - it was never to show your jealousy, it’s a sign of weakness that you couldn’t afford.

The day before the project was due, both your group and Chifuyu’s group were done and finally able to rest easy. “Let’s go out tonight, the presentation isn’t until the evening and we can…” You raised your eyebrows suggestively. It was the first time in forever that you felt confident enough to ask Chifuyu for attention. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I promised my group that I’d go out with them today for drinks but I will make it up to you.” Chifuyu says while scratching the back of his neck. Baji noticed the look of disappointment in your eyes, for the first time he’s realized that you’ve been missing him. “Come on man, we haven’t been able to get together in awhile - this project even had me, ME studying.” Baji said, trying to convince Chifuyu to accept your offer. Kazutora was surprised to see Baji finally take notice of your emotions. “I know but we already booked-” Chifuyu was cut off by you saying, “It’s ok, have fun.” That fake smile again, the one you thought no one else would catch on to. Chifuyu returned the smile and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks (Y/N), you’re such a good friend.” He walked away and didn’t notice the weight of words said. The expression on your face nor the tears that welled in your eyes. It felt like he was slipping away from you, like he was no longer interested in you, like he found someone else - he was no longer yours.

“...(Y/N).” Kazutora wanted to swoop in and make you feel better but he knew that he’s not the one whose affection you were looking for right now. As bad as it sounds, you wanted only one person’s attention right now. “Do you still want to hang out? We can go to your place, watch some horror movies and get some take out?” Baji’s tone was laced with sincerity. It was reminiscent of that one night when the line was crossed. Only this time Baji and Kazutora were trying to piece you together. You nodded and wiped the tears from your eyes and hugged them both. At this point you didn’t care who saw you, right now you need them and they returned the affection by placing kisses on your cheeks. They made you giggle at the way they smirked and poked your ribs. They knew you inside out, your heart felt a little better, things will be ok.

Throughout the night, you three were having so much fun watching the movies that you lost track of time - it was already 1:30 am. You missed this, just being able to hang out without sex being involved. “We should head home, if we stay - we might just keep you up all night.” Baji said while kissing your neck. You hummed in agreement. “Let me know when you guys get home.” Once they left, you were getting ready to go to bed - the bed sheets were so soft against your skin, sleep was so close. Your eyes were now heavy and you drifted away. In your dreams, you were chasing a man with an ocean in their eyes. Wait, come back! The dream made you wake up in a cold sweat. Sunlight began to trickle into your room through the shades - it was a new day and the first thing you did was check your phone. You completely forgot to reply to their message - they got home safely last night.

The morning was spent by reviewing notes and going over every detail of the project with them. In the evening, all groups presented - each group had done a fantastic job with the assignment. “Ok, good job everyone! Grades will be posted online at the end of the week. Until then, you guys are done for the semester.” The professor said as he closed the lecture with a smile on his face. Students began to fill the hallways as classes were done for the evening. You three were waiting for Chifuyu to exit the room, but something caught your eye. The girls who were in Chifuyu’s group were trying to sink their teeth into him by locking their arms around his arms and pressing their chests to his arms. They were trying to keep him from going back to you three, if he left - no one would be giving them attention anymore. You turned around and looked away - he wasn’t doing much to stop them anyways, why stare if it won’t change anything? “Sorry, I have a date with my girlfriend.” The loud scoff that they made in unison had Baji and Kazutora bearing their shit eating grins. You froze in place, you weren’t sure if you heard wrong but did he just call you his girlfriend?

Turning around to face him, he walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist. The sea blues and greens in his eyes had you drowning in anticipation. “I missed you.” He leaned in to place an ardent kiss on your lips, making you hum and return the affection. Your eyes slowly looking into their direction, their bleak expression had you smirking against his lips. Chifuyu pulled away, nuzzling your neck - “Let’s go home, I owe you weeks of love and affection.” He nibbled on your neck and made your breath hitch when he sucked the flesh between his teeth to leave a light red mark.

***At the apartment***

Your body was sprawled on the couch as Chifuyu was deep in your glistening folds, lapping the juices and squeezing your plush thighs. “To think that I went weeks without you…” He was speaking from between your thighs and pulled your body closer, so close - he was suffocating himself. Baji’s tongue was running down the valley of your chest and Kazutora’s lips were locked with yours, muffling your moans. Your hands were stroking their cocks at the pace of Chifuyu’s tongue between your folds. It was getting harder to keep up the pace as lithe fingers sank into your core. Chifuyu curled his fingers to hit that spongy spot that makes your vision blurry and lightheaded, the coil in your stomach began to tighten. The way your chest rose up and down as you were getting closer to breaking had Baji smirking against your skin. Taking a bite on your nipple and rolling the other one between his fingers, it was making you see the white pearly gates. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as Chifuyu began to suck on your bundle of nerves, sending shock waves of pleasure into your core. “Cum for me, pretty girl…” Chifuyu says as he dives back in, your legs were shaking and your back arched like a cat - he sent you spiraling into bliss. Your honey coated his tongue and chin, he wanted nothing more than to keep you cumming on his tongue.

Soon your body was caged between Kazutora and Chifuyu with Baji kneeling next to you on the couch. Chifuyu had your back pressed against his chest with his length deep in your rear end, the tight sensation had him squeezing your breasts and almost giving in. Kazutora hovered over you and Chifuyu, he slid his length through your cunt and basked at how tight you felt with two cocks bullying your holes. Tears line your lashes as they begin to thrust slowly - Kazutora cupped your chin and titled your head so that you were facing Baji’s aching cock. “He needs attention too, princess.” You mewled at the request, Baji was looking down at you and flashing his toothy grin. “Open that pretty little mouth (Y/N).” His tone was low and husky - he knew your body was being worked beyond its limit. The vibrations from your moans had Baji panting at the sensation, his tip kept kissing the back of your throat and your warm muscle ran along the veins on his length, sending him into the abyss. Chifuyu’s hands hook themselves under your knees to keep you open wide for them. “No one can take your place, I hope you know that…” He whispered into the crook of your neck. Kazutora’s hand dipped south and traced light circles on your clit, he felt the way your walls clenched more and more as he put further pressure on your bundle of nerves.

Baji’s hand was now tangled in your hair and his hips were thrusting rapidly, loud moans and gags filled the room as your body was reaching its limit. The fire that was scorching the pit of his stomach finally surfaced and he held your head tightly against his lower stomach - almost suffocating you. The warm and thick essence that shot down your throat had you leaving nail indents into his hips. Once you milked him dry, he pulled away and leaned down to smash his lips into yours, tasting himself in the process. “So beautiful and perfect.” Your eyes were glossed over, your lips curved into a smile but soon replaced by an ‘o’ shape as you felt your next orgasm wash over you. Kazutora reached his limit when you came on his cock - he filled you to the brim and slowed his pace as your walls remained tight around his length. “You take us so well princess…” He said as he pulled out and let Chifuyu have you all to himself.

It was becoming harder to stay lucid as he Chifuyu picked up the pace and bit down on your shoulder, making you wince and moan his name loudly. “Mmhn…Chifuyu! I-I’m…” His pace was relentless, he was letting your body know that he missed it. The tight sensation, the warmth, the sweet honey that dripped from your lips as you said his name - he missed it all. Your nails dug into his thighs as he painted thick white ropes in your abused hole. You would never get used to having them play with you at the same time, it was overwhelming and always knocked you out cold. You were lucky that they took such good care of you after sex, it was heaven for you and them.

END

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lovebykai · 3 years ago

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Wait For It

Pairing: Alpha!Kuroo x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): None.

Omegaverse

Authors Note: Reposted.

His scent was overwhelming.

It seemed to flood the room when he entered, washing over everything and soaking into your pores. The first time, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head, a soft whine threatening to pass your lips despite your best efforts.

You’d always considered yourself a modern omega, adamantly against the traditional Alpha/Omega relationship in favor of Betas if only because they didn't have the innate instinct to dominate like your first few relationships.

Needless to say, those relationships had crashed and burned for many different reasons. Betas struggled to help you through your heats and felt emasculated when you mindlessly whined for a knot they couldn't provide; alphas couldn't stand your headstrong attitude and refusal to give them your unwavering submission. It was all so messy that you’d invested in suppressant bands to mask your own natural pheromones and they usually helped to protect you from alpha pheromones as well.

That was not the case when you met Kuroo Tetsurou.

He was all alpha. Strong pheromones, lithe body, and messy hair. You’d subtly wiped at your mouth just in case you’d actually started drooling. It was a completely new situation for you -- to want someone so badly -- and while your own scent was significantly muted, he seemed to quickly zero in on you as well. When you didn’t immediately submit under his stare, he bared his teeth a bit and you felt goosebumps raise on your skin--

And then a pretty little Beta -- ignorant of the battle of wills due to her inability to smell the pheromones thrashing in the air -- wrapped both her arms around one of his and drew his gaze from yours.

The soft smile he gave her made something in you burn with rage despite having no claim on the appetizing alpha; when the sharp, rotten smell of disappointment hit the room, he cast you a glance from the corner of his eye before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

You promptly focused on your professor, fiddling with the bands around your wrists as you composed yourself. Likewise, Kuroo actively tried to make his scent softer, and the two of you silently drew a line down the middle of the classroom that neither would cross for the remainder of that semester.

* * *

The next semester, you were not so lucky. This professor was a huge fan of group projects, and you somehow always ended up partnered with Kuroo. You had some suspicions about her intentions after being “randomly paired” with him for the third time; the alpha seemed to agree.

“Meddling omega.” He sighed as he settled down next to you at your desk and pulled out an assortment of notebooks.

“Excuse me?” You snapped, seeking out his gaze immediately just to be obstinate and he grimaced, realizing what he’d said.

“Sorry, sorry,” The placating words and gestures were undermined by the fact his gaze did not waver from yours. “I’m just not into the whole Alphas have to be with Omegas thing; she’s got it out for my girlfriend, so I’m sure she’s hoping we’ll hook up.” Girlfriend. Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend -- Y/N he has a girlfriend do not-- the bitter scent of your disappointment tinged the air and you promptly turned your attention to the blank worksheet in front of you.

“I was starting to get that impression, too.” You tried to laugh it off, gritting your teeth and willing the air to clear the longer his piercing gaze burned into the side of your head.

“Hey,” Kuroo cleared his throat, speaking softly. “Look, I get it. It’s instinct, right? You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything.”

“Frustrated.” You corrected, answering the first question on the worksheet without his assistance.

“I haven't been interested in an Alpha since high school, so it’s frustrating that I’m interested in you.” The subject dropped and the two of you adamantly refused to have any more personal conversations; actively trying to ignore the fluctuations of pheromones despite the growing tension.

* * *

“I’m… sorry?” You stared at the Beta, the heat crawling up the back of your neck as she confronted you almost as mortifying as how loudly she was talking.

“I said: stop flirting with my boyfriend!” She was clearly drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, words slurred-- yeah, she was drunk, and feeling insecure, and you blindly searched the room for Kuroo to come help his girl with whatever had set her off.

She’d even managed to scare off the cute Beta from your Business class with her drama. Setting aside the fact she had cockblocked you was easy enough, though, when you caught a glimpse of her watery eyes and trembling lower lip. She was obviously really torn up about whatever had set her off, and even though you hated it, your Omega instinct was to soothe her pain.

“I’m not--”

“Just because I can’t smell you doesn't mean my friends don't warn me when one of you starts preening for him. He’s mine.” She interrupted, stepping into your space and you couldn’t help but bare your teeth at the threatening posture.

“This is all just a misunderstanding, I promise.” You tried to placate her.

“Seriously, I’m not trying to get with Kuroo. I do not want him. At all.” That was a lie, but you were just buzzed enough that you had some liquid courage, and it may have been passable if her little Omega friend hadn't scoffed beside her.

“Oh, please, I could smell you pining from a mile away.”

“What’s going on?” Thank God. You’d never been so excited to hear the Alphas voice, rubbing at the back of your neck awkwardly as he approached with his own drink in hand. His girlfriend immediately brightened, stumbling into his chest with a giggle as you shrugged a bit.

“We were just talking.” The lie was bitter, but you simply smiled at the couple before raising your solo cup and evacuating the area.

* * *

“We broke up.” Your coffee burnt your nose as you choked, spewing all over; Kuroo immediately started cackling, barely managing to keep himself upright with the table you’d selected in the campus cafe. Whining, you managed to save the papers you’d been working on and basically broke the napkin dispenser in an attempt to wipe up your mess.

“Why are you telling me this?” The nasally question just reignited his amusement, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Because you’ve been avoiding me for about a month now, and were instrumental in helping me see how possessive she’d gotten.” He said after a few deep breaths before dropping down across from you with a grin.

“And, I’d like to take you out sometime.” It was probably supposed to sound more confident than it did, and you couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Who said I wanted to go out with you, Alpha?” You asked, already pulling out a sticky note from your bag as his charming smile wavered.

“I’m pretty sure I told you I hadn’t been interested in Alphas in years.” With that clarification, he scent seemed to coil around you; when your eyes flickered up to meet his, you shuddered pleasantly to see the predatory gleam there.

“Until me.” His smirk was smug as you laughed, passing him the paper with your number on it.

“Very cute,” You cooed, gathering your things and stuffing them into your backpack. “But I’ve got class in twenty. Text me sometime.”

“Let me walk you?” He scrambled to stand as you did and you rolled your eyes, wondering how you’d ever thought he was anything but a huge dork.

“I think I’d like that, Tetsurou.”

#omegaverse #alpha!kuroo #haikyū #haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #tetsurō kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #omega!reader #✒ . kai fecit

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skinnyducky · 3 years ago

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made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker

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carryon-reverse-bang · 3 years ago

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Rules & FAQs

You can view the schedule here

Rules

Everyone:

First and foremost, this is a collaborative event, so once you get paired with your partner, make sure that you keep in contact and keep each other updated on your progress.

All work for this event should be your own work and should not have been shared anywhere else. It should be created for this event specifically.

You may share glimpses/excerpts of your work before posting, but you must wait until after the teams have been announced in order to keep the claiming process completely anonymous. We love to see what people are working on, but we want the reveals to be a surprise as well.

Be sure to reply to emails and fill out all forms that are sent to you. If you don’t, you will be considered dropped out of the event.

You may sign up as both an artist and writer, but you will not be allowed to claim your own art to write for. Just be sure that you only take on as much as you can handle.

Be kind and have fun! We want everyone to be able to enjoy this event, so be respectful and have fun creating your work(s).

Artists:

You will be creating an original piece of artwork that has never been shared before and has been created specifically for this event.

You may submit up to 3 pieces of art to be claimed, but please be sure that you do not take on more than you can handle.

The art submitted may be in any format (traditional, embroidery, collage, original song, playlist, whatever your heart desires) as long as it is your own original work. If you choose to create a playlist, it must have at least 10 songs.

After you sign up, you will receive an email with a link to a Google Form where you will be able to submit your art concept(s) at any time through March 23rd. We ask for a sketch of your work (if you are doing traditional artwork) or something to show the writers what you are working on so that they can get an idea of what it is that you will be doing. We do not expect you to have your art completely finished by this point or for it to look anything like the finished project; we just want something for the artist to be able to view.

Writers:

Write a minimum of 3k words based on the art that you have claimed.

As long as it was inspired by the claimed artwork, what you write is ultimately up to you, so feel free to get as much of the artist’s input as you want.

If you are paired with a minor, you may not submit an M or E rated fic.

FAQs

What is a reverse bang?

It is a collaborative event where artists submit their work for writers to claim and write a fic for. It is collaborative in nature and is similar to a big bang but in reverse.

How do I sign up?

On March 1st, we will make a post with a link to the Google Form where you will be able to sign up!

What is the max rating for my work?

Any rating is acceptable, but minors will not be allowed to submit or write for m- or e-rated art.

What is needed for the Art Concepts?

Something that the writers can view (a sketch, a couple of songs that may be part of the playlist, some lyrics from the song you’re writing, etc.), a description of the art you will be creating, and the rating of your art.

How will Claiming work?

On March 25th, writers will receive a link where they will be able to view the art concepts, and on March 27th a link to a Google Form will be sent out where they can submit the top three pieces of art that they would like to write for. We will do our best to give everyone their top choice, but in the case of multiple people choosing the same one, we will go on a first come, first served basis.

When is posting?

Posting will take place between May 15th and 28th. We will send out a form for you to fill out before then where you will be able to choose which day you would like to post on.

Where can I post my work?

Anywhere. We would like for it to at least be linked on Tumblr with both the art and the fic on the same post, but other than that, post it wherever you would like. And be sure to tag us when you do, so that we can share your work!

Does my work have to be completely finished by the posting date?

We ask that all art pieces be complete and that at least 3k of the fics be ready to be posted on your chosen posting date. If you need an extension, let us know, and we will see what we can do.

What if I need to drop out?

We ask that you try to drop out before teams are announced so that no one is left without a partner, but we understand that things come up, so if you need to drop out at any time, please DM or email us ASAP to let us know.

Who are the mods of this event?

Autumn (@angelsfalling16) and Jess (@you-remind-me-of-the-babe)

As always, if you have any other questions, send us an ask or DM, and we will be happy to answer them for you!

#carry on reverse bang #carry on reverse bang 2022 #rules and faqs #co/ws/awtwb #the simon snow series #snowbaz

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kaishinbigbang · 3 years ago

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KSBB22 Interest Check Results!

Hello everyone!

Before we get into it, I just wanna say a quick thank you to everyone who took the KSBB22 interest check! We had 60 responses!

With 95% of responders saying their interest level was 3, 4, or 5 out of 5, this event has been greenlit to run for its 4th iteration!

Among responders, 55% said they wanted to write, 51% said they wanted to create art of some kind, and 23% said they wanted to be pinch-hitters.

As for the word count for this event, 3k and 5k were very close but 3k edges out with 48% of responders preferring the lowest word count.

And finally, only 1% of responders said no to a theme, so there will be an optional theme this year! Thank you to those who submitted theme ideas in the interest check. Theme voting will occur between APRIL 3 and APRIL 9, with the announcement coming on APRIL 10. Please keep an eye out for the vote link, coming out in the next hour or so!

Questions from the survey are below the cut:

Q1. if there are more of writers or artists will those people be paired with a pinch hitter? A1. Yep, that’s exactly it. There will be a few options to choose from for writers are unable to claim an artist for whatever reason: dropping out entirely, becoming a priority pinch-hitter, or continuing as a solo writer until paired with a pinch-hit artist.

Q2. Where can I find the link to the Discord? A2. The server is only open to those who are actively participating in an event or have previously participated in an event. During the bang period, the invite link is either sent out by email or appears at the end of the completed sign-up form.

Q3. On average; how many pieces are created by a single individual? A3. It really depends on what you mean by pieces. Minimum requirements can be found in the faq. Going beyond the minimum is not something everyone chooses to do, but some people do. It comes down to each person and what they have time for.

Q4. Hi! I would like to know how the bang works. Is it like a relay race where an artist makes a sketch that might catch a writers intrest and that the artist then finishes and hands over to the writer to write from? Or is it more like a team exercise where you build something up together with the concept the artist had in mind. That they then constantly shuffle ideas together until they finnish? Or a combination of both more or less? Thanks♡ A4. Please check the faq page. You can find an explanation there. In short it is not a relay or a race but a collaboration between an artist and a writer on a single project.

Q5. Can you join the bigbang, even if you personally don't ship Kaishin? A5. This event (and the server as a whole) is focused on the relationship between Shinichi and Kaito, so it may not be your cup of tea if you don’t ship them. Whether you join is for you to decide!

Q6. Mostly how to join the discord server and how to pair with an artist, this is my first year looking into joining the Kaishin Big Bang, and I loved a lot of fics and art from the previous one. Knowing where to start would help solidify if I want to join or not, thanks. A6. The discord bit has already been answered above (and is also in the faq). As far as how to pair with an artist, writers will be able to view artist sketches and summaries for a period of time before sign-up. The claiming process is currently being decided, so I am unable to fully answer the rest of your question yet.

Q7. how far into detective conan should we be at to be able to participate? A7. There are no such requirements to join any dcmkkaishinevent event!

Finally, thank you for all the kind words you left me in the questions section! I really appreciate it!

#ksbb22 #info22

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insufferablelust · 4 years ago

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i have had this in my head for days now and i need to tell you about it lol so a lot of fics on here have the concept of being a brat and a bad girl and I love those but it got me thinking about spencer being with someone whos s u c h a good girl for him like the most obedient little girl who never breaks the rules no matter what he says or does and he absolutely loves it and he asks her why she never breaks the rules and whatever her submissive reply is makes him go FERAL

wow you’re a genius, i’m actually loving this piece so much because this is screaming me, i’m super subby it’s unbelievable🥺 anyways, i hope you enjoy love! thank you so much for the req and support, love you. xx MASTERLIST.

WARNINGS : Soft!Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, lots of praising so praise kink, soft cute dom and sub dynamic, oral (f receiving), bit of rough sex but its cute still, and pure submissive and dominant dynamics meaning it might seem like the sub is way too subby but in reality they hold the same amount of control, its just how the dynamics go. :) oh and fluff!

There’s something about Spencer Reid that always amazes Y/N, the way he handle things, the way he talks, the way he thinks, the way he manages all the things inside his head. He was rather complicated, but the mesmerizing kind that always caught her attention, the kind that stopped her from doing anything else but to listen and to cater his every need. He has her whipped for him like a puppy to it’s owner, but she loves it- she loves him, he’ll always her devotion— but so will she from him.

Y/N adores a lot of things, a lot of people— like Penelope Garcia and all her quirks, or David Rossi and all his wisdoms. But no one ever comes close to get the same amount of adoration and respect from her, as Spencer. The moment she joined the BAU, she knew that she had to give him her all, so she did. Now 2 years later, working in different divisions with him still in BAU and her in the human recourses division, their relationship remains strong, even stronger than ever.

Its rather challenging for them both to find the time together with him on case duties while she waited at their shared apartment considering that she spends more time on desk job rather than the field, but lately since he got his mandatory 30 day off, their time with each other becomes more and more interesting and sparked the utmost pleasure.

Of course he has lectures to teach, and papers to grade or sometimes on call cases to help, but that all means he’s mostly home with her. When they started the relationship, her intense adoration for him only sparked to greater level which is submission. When they started dating, she revealed that part of her instantly which ignited something inside the Doctor.

You see, Spencer was experienced but when they met, he never seen someone so devoted... so obedient... and so submissive to him like her. She’s the epitome of raw beauty not because she’s weak when she submit, it’s because she trusts him to take control but in order for him to take control, she’s also the one that holds the wheel— if she said the word, he’ll stop. Their dynamics are as harmonious as an instrumental piece. She submit to him in more ways than one— he owns her and most importantly he takes care of her like she takes care of him.

Y/N is not the one to misbehave, of course there are times when she wanted to be bratty, to break the rules he set for her, which was fairly simple; like she must tell him how she feels at all times (communication is key), no touching herself and no orgasms unless he’s there to give her the permission, and don’t disobey him. And she really wanted to be bratty, and tease him until his palm twitch and bend her over his lap, yet every time she was about to break one of his rules, the guilt settles in, and she thought,

You’re his, you’re his baby, his love, his bunny, his doll, his person, his home— he said so. What are you doing disobeying him? ungrateful brat.

The submissive in her just melt down its brattiness and pushed her deep to subspace, where all she wanted was to please him anyway possible, to be as good as she can be, to behave, to obey, and to serve. She’s willing to do anything to hear his sweet praises and to see the blissed proud expression featured on his face when she did something that pleased him. The euphoria from the praise seared her core, and sent her to heaven.

The atmosphere of this situation always have and always will be the most comfortable content thing in the world for her— and Spencer couldn’t agree more. Praising and taking care of his beautiful lady, seeing her so submissively devoted to him sent a venomous thrill to his bloodstream, and hearing her beg for him just makes him want to stay with her forever— and they planned to stay forever.

———

Y/N found herself pacing around the bedroom as she pouted cutely at the flashing thoughts of their late night rendezvous last night, she could still feel the burning sensation on her inner thigh, the way he whispered on her ear, the way his palm collided with her skin several times, the way his teeth graze on the skin of her breasts— claiming her for the 100th times, the way he fills her up to the brim that rendered her into a pathetic panting mess at the end.

Saying that she’s soaked through her panties surely is the statement of the year, because god she was soaked— dripping at the thought of his sinful immaculate fingers, how does one get excited and aroused by their dom’s fingers?!Certainly Y/N. He was currently inside his study, grading and preparing for his next lecture which is tomorrow, they spent their morning together with over-sugared coffees and pancakes before he went to do his professor things and Y/N went upstairs to.. apparently think about getting fucked by her dominant genius boyfriend.

She was contemplating to just hump the sheets or using the shower head for less evidence, or just touch herself then and there— he won’t know right? he’s busy downstairs, when the doctor is busy, he won’t come here. So here she was, walking slowly to the master bathroom, as she chew on her bottom lip. The closer she got to where she needed to be, the greater her guilt arisen.

“He took such a good care of you last night, he gives you multiple orgasms, give you the privilege of having him inside your mouth and princess part— now you want to disobey him? disobey the man you love?”

She whined at herself before pulling the bathroom door harshly to close it— maybe a bit too harsh because one minute later, Spencer ran to where she was at the front of their bathroom, eyes brimming with tears and lips in a constant pout.

“Hey Baby, come here.. what happened? are you hurt hm? let me see your eyes, dove.” His voice made her whined ever louder and sunk her head even deeper as she fluttered her eyes shut, ashamed that she was even considering to disobey him. “Baby please look at me..” Spencer tried, pulling her close to his chest and rubbed her back.

He knew the look, she’s deep inside her space, what’s gotten him so confused was that they didn’t do anything this morning, she only gets like this after they have a rough session or when she feels— ah.. His mind clicking on its own, and its his job to make sure she crack her shell.

“Y/N, look at me.” Y/N’s eyes snapped open at the authority behind the tone of his voice, causing her to squirm against his front and then she looked up at him, even though she’s not ready to face his disappointment laced on Spencer’s face. Yet when she did look, she found no disappointment but rather a gentle smile and a sigh,

“There you go, Missed your pretty eyes my love.” He mused wiping the tears off of her cheeks before carrying her bridal style to their bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you so upset that you fell under deep like this, princess?” His voice is gentle, laced with adoration and hint of worry which made her swear he’s an angel.

“I-I..” Her lips trembled as she looked up at him, it’s then that he realized just how deep she’s under— her eyes focuses solely on him and the only think that crosses her eyes is him- just Spencer, Spencer, and Spencer.

“Shh, i’m not mad, i’m not disappointed, now let me know what has gotten you like this angel?” His velvet voice sent chills yet the calming kind onto your guts and you sighed, crawls up to his lap and hide your face in his neck, before mumbling cutely,

“I was um thinking about last night... and i just.. Spence i was about to use the um shower head but i didn’t! i stopped myself cause i won’t ever disobey you sir! i promise!” The way she talked made his heart bursts inside his chest, god he’s so whipped for her and she’s clueless sometimes.

So Spencer leaned in to place a lingering kiss on her lips, closing his eyes and transferring all his adoration towards her onto the kiss that surely has her needy by now.

Her lips moved in sync with his, both’s raw emotions could be seen on the kiss, they projected each other’s desires and wrapped it up with a gentle smile. He pulled back a little, caressing her flushed cheeks before muttering, “Baby—“

“So you’re not mad?” She beats him to it, batting her eyes innocently at him, the sight made him weak on his knees, that all he wanted was to worship her in every way he could.

“No, no i’m not mad petal. You’ve done nothing but pleasing me and making me happy.” He could see the way her eyes gleamed at that, the way her lips smiles so big, and the way she held onto him so tightly like an adorable koala, He muttered a low “Fuck me.” under his breath but of course she heard, every one of her senses were sensitive in times like this so of course she heard.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“No no baby, i said it because fuck.. how are you so perfect hm?” Spencer leaned to brush their noses together before trailing kisses from Y/N’s flushed cheeks to her ear where he whispered, “You’ve never broken any of my rules, always obeying me like a good girl, the perfect little love for me... how hm?”

Y/N was visibly shivering at the praise, a whine was stuck inside her throat, as she breathed heavily at the feeling of him biting softly on the skin below her ear causing her to gasp. “Ah!”

“Answer me, dove.” He groaned before making yet another mark, he could feel the way she squirmed that it sent a huge amount of pleasure toward his sweats covered cock.

“Sorry! i just.. just.. I wanna be good, i will always be good for you because you take care of me but most importantly.. you own me sir, i’m yours, body and soul. You can do anything, tell me anything, and just— i’m yours.” Oh to see her was one thing but to hear her high pitched voice spewing out those words awoken something inside of him, The absolute Feral need to claim her again and again. Cause she’s so damn precious and fucking his.

When she didn’t hear a respond from Spencer, she was about to pull away for a second to see if she has made any mistakes, but got cut off quickly when he flipped them over, pinned both of her wrist against the headboard. “Don’t move.” He whispered sternly, and she nodded, all the blood is rushing to her every sensitive nub.

“You’re fucking mine, just me, i will get you a collar, something that will show everyone that you’re mine.” His voice was rough, deep, and dripping with authority as he rip her flimsy nightgown open, trailing marks all over her smooth skin. He was worshipping her, owning her, making her his again and again.

“I’m yours— oh!” Y/N let out a yelp at the feeling of his lips enclosing on one of her nipples, gently rolling his fingers on the unoccupied one, before switching from time to time— making Y/N moaned every time he tugged too hard, suck too long, or licking way too fast. Her whole chest was on fire, overly stimulated yet couldn’t- and wouldn’t stop it.

“That’s right, you’re mine.” His growls were animalistic, as he trail his kisses down from her sternum down to her tummy, lips never missing an inch of its trail without marks. Y/N was positively buzzing with oversensitivity and pleasure, god she could just cum like this.

“My good girl, my best girl.” His praises has her closing her legs which Spencer quickly denied by spreading her thigh as wide as possible and lay on his tummy in between them.

“Sir.. please..” She kept pleading, eyes soaked with tears, panties soaked with arousal, and lips bitten red and raw. Totally a damn sight. “What do you want?” He demanded, he was the one pulling the strings whilst she laid there taking everything he’s going to give her. She wanted to say that she wants her to make her cum, but her submissiveness muttered something else,

“Whatever you want, whatever you think i deserve, whatever you choose for me.” Although her response were shaky, the message was clear enough for him to suddenly yanked her panties down and buried his face on her sweet sweet peach. Licking, and exploring every inch of her burning core as she squirms like a kitten. Spencer Hummed against her sensitive numb at the sound that she was making, lapping every drop of her sweet nectar, and suck on her pearl like there’s no tomorrow.

“Sir! Oh so good! thank you..” She was getting close, he could feel how her walls contracted around his wandering tongue, and her toes curling as her back arched. “Ask for permission like a good girl i know you are.” His voice against her cunt sent right to the edge.

“Please! please may i cum sir?” She was sobbing at this point, positively burning with pleasure and the adrenaline of being his. It was like there’s molten lava that swallow them both to a new world where the only people exists were Y/N Y/l/N and Spencer Reid.

“Cum, now.” He ordered, and she obeyed, instantly. Releasing onto his tongue which he happily lap every bit of it until she’s screaming due to overstimulation which he then pulled back, knowing just how sensitive his girl is at this point.

As he looked up at her, he could see how shivery she was, with a satisfied smile on her face and wrecked with his mark. “Thank you.. Spencer..” She drawled, nuzzling close to him before getting on her knees in the bed to straddle him shakily,

“Hey hey what are you doing?” Spencer grasp her trembling wrist stopping her from moving anymore. “Please let me ride you! please Spencer.” She does the thing with her eyes again, the one that Spencer would never ever dream of dishonoring her every requests.

“Baby, aren’t you tired?” His voice laced with worry as he thumb her lips, which made her instantly suckle on the thumb, and shakes her head. “Please sir! let me be your good girl, wanna show you how good i am.”

“Shh i know that you’re good baby, you don’t have to do that.” Y/N frowned as she suckle even harder on the thumb before releasing it and whined, “But i want to, doctor please!” even in her mushy state she could still think about one of Spencer’s biggest pet name.

“You should be glad, i love you this damn much pet.” He muttered yet still very pleased at the name. “Now come on, ride me, show me you can be good.” He doesn’t hold her, he just place his hand on his sides and watch her intently.

Y/N blushes under his intense gaze, as she took out his cock (finally) from his sweatpants, and god— his cock was so pretty, tip ruddy red, and the veiny skin was hard, her mouth watered at the empty filling inside her mouth— wanting so bad to feel the heaviness warmth on her tongue. “Gonna eye my cock forever like an undeserving brat or are you actually going to be good hm?”

His voice pulled her from her thoughts as she let out strings of apologies which he stopped with a sealing kiss.Y/N graze the tip of his cock against her opening as she took a deep breath before sinking down his length softly, his eyes never leaving his even when she moaned lewdly and shaking.

“You’re so good, warm and tight for me love.” He whispered, feeling immense pleasure being wrapped up inside her, he wished he could stay like this forever. “go on baby, bounce like a little bunny for me.”

And so she obeyed, placing her palm on his chest before bouncing slowly at first yet keep on picking its pace on his cock, their faces flushed, keeping eye contact as Spencer gripped her hips so hard before helping her bounce faster— making sure to hit her spongey spot each time.

“That’s it bunny, good girl.” He praised, earning a scream from her, her eyes rolled back and lips parted as she tightened her walls around his cock “Fuck Y/N..” His eyes shut now at the intense pleasure from the tightness of his girl’s walls.

He then pulled out for a second, flipped them over, before putting himself back in and then continue pounding her into the bed with a brutal pace yet its all so sweet and full of passion towards each other. “So good Spence! oh oh so full and deep!” Her pornographic moans send him over to the edge.

“Cum baby, now come with me.” He grunted against her lips before pulling her into an intoxicating kiss, and then both of them cum at almost the same time— they trigger each other’s pleasurable desires and needs like a soulmate would.

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“Shh good girl, I love you so much Y/N. You’re the best girl ever.” He wrapped his arm around hed after he cleaned them both with a damp towel, changing her into a pajama and then change himself.

“I love you.. Spencer...” She whispered, her eyes still swimming with the thought of him, she’s his.

“I need you to come back to me Y/N, come on.” Before they sleep he needs to coax her out of it, or else she would be sad and grumpy the next morning.

“I’m here!” She giggled as she stared at him, pressing onto his pouted lips and then eyes widen at the sad expression on his face that was one of the way to show her how she really needs to sleep now. The next minute she opened her eyes, he could feel the warm graze of hers and Her voice were small but its Y/N’s wonderful voice nonetheless.

“Spencer?”

“Hi Y/N, here with me?” Spencer intertwined their fingers together before pulling the covers up to their chest and then cuddled around her.

“Yeah.. yes baby..” Her voice droopy, Spencer then let out one more ‘i love you princess’ before she drift asleep, as well as him.

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sweet disposition: 1/? || femaleprofessor!reader x modern!alex kerner

hi bestie hehe i’d like to request a little series for you, sub! a little jealous modern alex keener (of age) x professor! f reader (late 20’s) - shes an english romantic lit professor & her “love interest” is a film professor who is one of alex’s shared teacher. alex has a little crush on her, and knows the film teacher is after her. super fluffy, smut maybe??? u decide baby, im just so excited eeeeek!!!

summary: alex kerner is a senior film student and develops a crush for his friend, denis, english professor

pairing: modern!alex kerner and professor!reader

warnings: age gap (alex is 22 and reader is 32), wet dream, sweet sweet pathetic boy, nsfw, 18+, minors dni

word count: 4,387

a/n: thank you for the request @gotmadison ily sweet gal!! this will be a short fic series i write and will post probably throughout the coming weekend! :) please enjoy and if you have any requests or asks please send them in!!!

For Alex Kerner, a senior film student, nothing bored him more than the first day of a new unit. He knew what to expect - twenty plus slides about some dead, or borderline dead, director while connecting their life to the style of films they did and how it related to whatever political controversy was going down at the time. Alex knew that there was a reason for going into so much history to better understand the meaning of the films, but jesus did it have to drag for so long?

The auditorium that Alex’s class was held in was larger, although the class was rather small. There were maybe, at most, thirty students in his class, including him, which felt empty as the auditorium they were in was meant to hold almost double that. Alex didn’t mind though, of all the rows, he was the only one in the back, taking the middle seat - of course, the best view to see a film. He recognized a lot of the faces in his class, as it was a senior level class, but he didn’t bother to converse with many.

It wasn’t that he was shy, not overly at least, he just didn’t care to make friends. It was an afternoon class, he was just getting out of work to rush to his class, and far too exhausted to try and fake being friendly…hence him sitting in the back, all alone.

The ‘Authorship in Cinema’ course he was currently in was held twice a week - both two hours long. The first class of the week was held for lectures and the second class was held for the film screening. The university was just getting back from winter break, continuing into the last half of the semester. In Alex’s class they had finished their unit on Roman Polanski before the break and they came into the next covering Krzysztof Kieślowski. Alex was thrilled to say the least about not having to listen to his film professor rave on Polanski. Even after discussing Polanski’s case, his professor still seemed to idolize the man.

Alex was not fond of his film professor. He was a younger professor, maybe in his late thirties, early forties, and he seemed to praise the worst directors he could find. His name was Jaxon Thorne and was the staple image of a douche. He always wore faded jeans that were tight in the crotch, scuffed up sneakers that he always tried to pass as being cool, and a sweater with a scarf - even though they were inside. He truly didn’t get how girls liked the man. Alex wouldn’t lie though, some of his opinions were interesting, but the guy loved to hear himself talk, that much was obvious.

They weren’t even at the tenth slide yet when Alex felt himself beginning to doze off. Work had been busy today, fixing satellites and dealing with prissy wives and their drunk husbands. He was almost late getting to class with all the traffic that was on the highway. The last thing he wanted to do was attend class. It took everything in him not to put his head down and go to sleep right there. He had done it before, and that was a mistake he would never make again. Waking up to everyone staring and snickering while the teacher was hovering over you meant for a lasting effect.

But Alex just couldn’t take it, he was so bored with Kieślowski’s early work. The documentaries of everyday lives for city dwellers, workers, and soldiers could not keep his attention even if he wasn’t tired. He sunk down into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, before craning his head to the side on his shoulder. His blinking became slow, desperately trying to stay awake and pay attention, but his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, his mouth was gaped open, drool slipping out of the corner of his lips.

He didn’t know how long he had dozed off for, but when he woke up he heard the projector screen zip up and the lights click on. Jumping slightly, Alex sat back up, feeling the stickiness of his drool on his face. With a groan, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jean jacket before beginning to pack his things up into his bag.

“On Wednesday we will dive into his documentary, Workers, and discuss the censorship aspect of it. Come prepared to watch the screening and discuss afterwards. If anyone has any questions or comments, I’ll be staying after for a few minutes.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex pushed himself out of his chair, swinging his bag over his shoulder before rushing out the back door at the top of the auditorium. He couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough to avoid his teacher from going off on an ‘intellectual conversation’ on their new unit. Barf.

Alex was happy though to finally be out of class and to enjoy his hour and a half break before his next class. He knew he should have been finalizing what project he wanted to submit for critique in his senior portfolio, but he needed something to wake him up.

As he turned the hallway, going to leave the building, he stopped by the vending machine and pulled out a crinkled bill from his pocket, pushing it into the machine before pressing the buttons to get a bottle of Coke. To his luck, however, the machine stalled, the bottle retriever getting stuck in front of the row and producing an obnoxious ‘whirring’ noise.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Gripping the side of the vending machine, Alex shook the machine roughly, rocking the broken vending machine back and forth until setting it back, sending a punch to the front of it.

“Woah, woah! Jesus man what did that vending machine do to you?”

Turning his head, Alex’s glare softened at the sight of his friend, Denis, approaching him. Denis, with his books still in his hands, tucked them under his arm as he stood in front of the machine, watching as the machine stalled with Alex’s bottle of Coke.

“The stupid thing got stuck! Is it too much to ask for a bottle of co-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the machine began to work again, grabbing the bottle and dispensing it below. Staring blankly at the bottom, his lips pulled into a tight line, Alex could only feel the embarrassment settling in - and it didn’t help to hear Denis laugh at how ridiculous he reacted.

“Oh my god, dude, you seriously need to take it easy. Did work kill you that bad?” Denis asked, watching as Alex bent down to pull out the bottle, standing back up as he began unscrewing the cap, guzzling the pop down.

Nodding his head, Alex screwed the cap back on before tucking the bottle in his bag, hiccuping at the carbonation before sighing, “Yeah, and it doesn’t help that I gotta go to Professor Dick’s class right after.”

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Denis nodded, listening to Alex as he vented, “Yeah, Thorne’s a real piece of work. But hey! Only gotta deal with him for another semester after this. Who knows, maybe he will knock a student up and ditch down?”

The fantasy would have been nice to come true, but Alex knew that it would stay just that - a fantasy. Thorne was a questionable guy, with interesting ideas and made borderline inappropriate comments towards the female students in all his classes…but that was just it, he could charm anyone he wanted, and that’s how he stayed around.

“Yeah, maybe when dogs walk on two legs…” Alex mumbled, pressing his knuckles to his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them, a yawn escaping his lips.

As he dropped his hands down to his side, he felt Denis nudge him in the arm, groaning at the contact as he was too tired to have any contact, “You got class at seven right?”

Nodding, Alex blinked, a tired smile on his face as he smacked his lips, “Yeah…seven to nine, best time of day to have a senior portfolio workshop.”

Denis laughed at the sarcastic comment, mentioning that it could’ve been worse and be at seven in the morning than at night. Alex, however, couldn’t see how anything could be worse than an evening class after a long day of work.

“Listen, I got my ‘Romanticism in Literature’ class in a few…why don’t you come with me? My teacher’s pretty cool and I’m sure she won’t mind if you sit in. I’m in the back anyways so she probably won’t even realize. She’s got pretty bad vision I’ve realized. I think she said that her glasses don’t got the right prescription or somethin. She’s always runnin late and claims she never has time to put her contacts in.”

The detailed explanation of the professor’s vision made Alex laugh, shaking his head as Denis looked at him confused, cheeks red, “What? It’s what she’s told us! She’s always coming in late. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came in late this time around. She’s got office hours before class, so she probably gets held up with a student.”

“Sounds like you’re in love with her, is that right, Denny Boy? Someone’s gotta crush on the teacher? Ain’t that every high school kid’s fantasy? Get the hots for the teacher?”

Scoffing, Denis rolled his eyes at Alex’s teasing and shoved him in the arm, “No man, come on now, it ain’t like that. Look if you don’t wanna come I don’t care, but I gotta go before I’m late.”

Holding his hands up in defense, Alex trailed behind Denis, going back in the direction he originally came from, “Hey, hey, I was only kidding, don’t gotta get defensive. I’ll take along, hopefully I won’t fall asleep in this class. Why you even taking this class anyways?”

Following Denis into the class, the auditorium setup similar to the one he just came out of, except smaller, Alex sat beside Denis in the back row, watching as the class filled up, only a few seats not filled.

“I guess I gotta earn some more credits outside my degree, this was the only one that wasn’t completely filled up yet and it worked with my schedule. It ain’t too bad, she gives us a lot of free time to work.”

Watching as Denis set his bag down beside him, opening his textbook to where they left off the other day, Alex watched Denis prep for the class, the teacher not in sight. Alex figured that the teacher must have been running late, like Denis said she always did, but he couldn’t help but wonder how long it’d be before she even showed up.

Fifteen minutes after class was supposed to begin the front door ripped open, slamming shut seconds after while heels frantically clicked towards the desk in the front of class.

“Sorry I’m late! I got caught up with another professor. I hope you all enjoyed your winter breaks and are happy to be back. I know I’m thrilled to be back!”

The sweet voice caught Alex’s attention, his eyes pulling from his cell phone and to the front of the class where the professor had just walked in. He felt his mouth fall open slightly, catching it before Denis noticed his reaction.

He was expecting an old lady for Denis’ class, someone who was on the edge of death and smelled of cats. What he found, however, was someone the complete opposite. Younger, curvier, and the scent that filled the room when she entered was warm - like she just finished drinking a cup of coffee.

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, bangs hanging low over her eyes, covering the tops of her crooked frames. She couldn’t have been all that older than him, maybe mid-thirties at max. He didn’t notice what she was wearing below, but the shirt she wore clung to her so well, the outline of her fuller chest displayed with her necklace dipping into her cleavage.

‘Good God, Alex, get a hold of yourself.’

Alex watched the professor, noticing her speaking although his lusted thoughts deafened his ears. He assumed she was asking how the break went and if anyone did anything fun because a few people raised their hands, a kind smile on her face as she listened to her students.

“That’s great to hear, Polly! You’ll have to show me the photos you took sometime. I have never been to that side of the country before,” Her head shifted towards the other side of the room, looking up at the higher rows. “Did anyone else have anything to share about their break?”

Denis’ professor sat patiently and listened to everyone who wanted to share, giving everyone the opportunity to discuss their breaks before she opened up her laptop to get started with class. Alex watched as she picked up the remote and pointed it to the projector box, the screen coming down beside her with her computer screen displayed.

Her home screen featured what he assumed to be her and some friends. He recognized a few of the people in the photo as they were also professors at the university - what made Alex turn his nose, however, was right beside her - in all his douchebag glory, Jaxon Thorne. Before he could make a cohesive thought, the photo went away and a slideshow on Mary Shelley appeared…and maybe for the better.

“Okay everyone! As mentioned in the email, we are gonna be diving into Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein for this part of the semester,” She began, her warm smile still ignited, chuckling lightly as some of the students up front became uneasy in their seats, excited for the novel, “I’m glad to hear we have some fans. Now, I promised that I wouldn’t give you any reading over break, but because of that we will be reading quite a bit over the next few weeks.”

The slide shifted to the reading guide and what chapters were due when. Alex watched as some students scribbled the due dates down while others pulled out their cell phones, snapping a photo before stuffing their phones away.

“For Wednesday I would like you all to have read the preface and letters one through four. Come prepared to discuss your analyses of the text and any questions you may have. Of course, I’ll have my office hours open tomorrow and Wednesday before class, but if there are any questions, you can send me an email and I’ll try to get back with you in a timely manner.”

The rest of class seemed to lull by, Alex’s gaze fixed on the professor that continued to go over what the last half of the semester would look like, answering the occasional question, before finally it was time to pack up and go. Frowning, Alex shifted in his seat, looking at Denis who was packing things up in his bag.

“It’s over?” Alex asked, eyebrows furrowed, a pathetic frown on his face.

Looking up from his bag, Denis smiled, nodding, “Yeah man, it is. Why? You fall in love with Mary Shelley?” Standing up, Denis pushed his seat under the table and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, if it works for your schedule and you’re interested, maybe go up and ask if you can enroll. I don’t know if you’ll be able to with it being so late in the semester, but it’s worth a shot,” Glancing down at his watch, Denis sighed, “Look, I gotta run, but let me know how it goes, okay?” Patting Alex’s back, Denis rushed up the stairs and out the back door, fleeing the auditorium to get to his next class on time.

Meanwhile, Alex kept seated, watching as the professor talked with some students who approached her desk after class, laughing and admiring the editions of Frankenstein that students presented. Was this how professors could be with their students? Actually caring and involved? It seemed like Alex had poor luck with his own professors - either they were old as a bat and didn’t know how to work the computer, or they were a presumptuous dick.

When the students began to flock out, already discussing how they were looking forward to Wednesday’s class, Alex finally stood up, pulling his bag over his shoulder and making his way down the auditorium steps. She hadn’t noticed him as he walked, writing something down in her planner. As he stood now in front of her, he cleared his throat awkwardly, gaining her attention as she looked up, squinting before taking her glasses off.

“Hello,” he began shyly, adjusting the strap of his bag, “I’m Alex. My friend, Denis, he’s in your class.”

At the mention of Denis, she smiled and nodded, “Yes! Denis, nice boy he is,” She adjusted her position in her seat, leaning back slightly, “I-I’m sorry, are you in my class? I don’t believe I’ve ever see-”

“No! I mean, no, no I’m not in your class. I have a free hour before my next class and Denis invited me to sit in for this one,” He rushed, cheeks red as he realized how abruptly he had interrupted her, “I’m sorry, um, yeah I just came down because I really enjoyed your lecture today. I was curious if there was any way I could maybe enroll? I know it’s late in the semester, but I did enjoy today.”

The cheeky smile faded into a sadder, smaller smile. She chewed on her bottom lip before leaning forward again, crossing her arms over chest, accentuating her cleavage that Alex desperately tried not to stare at.

“Oh, I’m sorry Alex, but I don’t think I can convince the department to let you in this late in the semester. I love your enthusiasm with the course and would love to have you in my class, but I don’t think I can make that happen.” Her smile dropped to a frown when she saw the visible disappointment in Alex’s face before bending over to open her bag, pulling out a copy of Frankenstein, handing it to Alex.

Looking down at the copy, Alex opened the cover, reading what he assumed to be her name in the cover, before flipping through the pages, a weak smile on his face, trying his best to not look so pathetic in front of her.

“How about this? I probably shouldn’t, but if you want to sit in on the days you’re free, you’re more than welcome to. I’ll forward you the reading guide so you can keep up with us, but you won’t earn any credit in this class. Is that okay?”

His frown turned into a grin, looking up from the book, Alex nodded, his cheeks pink as his toothy crooked grin spread across his face, “Yeah, yes. Thank you,” Tugging down the front of his striped blue shirt, he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down at the book before back up at her, “Um, so when are your office hours? Just in case I have any questions?”

Letting out a faint ‘ah’, she opened her notebook and scribbled some notes down, tearing off the paper and handing it to Alex, “You’re more than welcome to shoot me an email though if you need help outside of my office hours. Or you can call my office number, sometimes I answer it.” She admitted, her own cheeks going pink at the confession.

Smiling, Alex looked down at the paper and made a mental note to remember all that she had given him.

My email,

My office number,

Office hours are M&W: 3-5:15 and T&R: 1-2

Class takes place on M&W from 5:30-6:30

The smile she left on the page made Alex’s stomach flutter. His thumb ran along the smiley face before he looked up, thanking her quietly for the note. She was sweet, almost too sweet for Alex to absorb, like he was in a sugar coma and begging for more.

“Of course, it was nice to meet you Alex. I’m looking forward to seeing you in class. I don’t mean to run off, but I’m to meet another professor here in a couple minutes and don’t need to be lectured on being late.”

When she stood up, Alex’s face went hot. The flowy flower blouse that showed more cleavage than he had seen on a professor before was tucked into a tight jean skirt, clinging to her hips in all the right places, a thick black belt holding it all together. If it weren’t for the fact that he was right in front of her, he probably would have started drooling.

Packing up her desk, she stuffed her things in her bag, throwing her sweater over her shoulder before throwing her bag around her, moving around the desk to stand beside it now, looking up at Alex. He noted how she was shorter, the heels helping her with height, and how good her legs looked in them. Clearing his throat, he shifted his bag around him to sit in front of his pants, attempting to hide any possible pop-up in his jeans.

“If you’re free tomorrow, stop by my office hours. I’ll even buy you a coffee if it’s too early for you. I know you college boys stay up far too late. I can only imagine what your mothers think.” She teased, shaking her head and she turned and began to head out of the room, hearing Alex keep tight on her trail.

Turning off the lights and letting him leave first, she shut the door behind her and stood beside Alex, motioning towards the English department office, “I’ll see you tomorrow, or Wednesday, my office is the last one on the right. I’ll be sure to leave my door open!”

Nodding, Alex smiled and waved goodbye as she waved back, rushing down the hall and weaving through the students to get into the office. Letting out a sigh, Alex leaned against the doorway, processing his first encounter with the professor, the boyish lust grin stuck on his face.

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Panting hard, Alex gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her plush figure, grunting as he snapped his hips into her from behind, her pillowed ass meeting him with each thrust. The sweat that built up on him was beginning to fall down face, trailing down his neck and chest.

Tangling his right hand into her hair, his left still placed on her hips, Alex pulled her locks gently, smiling at the sound of her wanton moan, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“A-Alex! Oh god, Alex, I don’t think I’m going to last. F-Fuck!”

Feeling his own climax build, Alex let out a shaky breath as he bent down craning his neck to kiss her lips as he continued to rut inside of her, his thrusts becoming sloppy and quicker.

The sensation became too much too quickly, his legs shaking as he kneeled behind her befo-

Jolting awake, the obnoxious phone alarm woke Alex from his dream, resulting in a now completely frustrated mood. While still on his back, Alex reached behind him on the shelf that rested behind his bed frame, pulling his phone up and looking at the screen, squinting to gain his vision from waking up, the bright screen burning his eyes.

When he unlocked his phone and opened it, prompting him to his email, his frown lit up and turned into a smile, seeing her name in his inbox.

Good evening, Alex!

I’m sorry this is so late, I’m finally getting back to my apartment and wanted to send this your way before I forgot. Here is the reading guide for the rest of the semester and that information I shared with you earlier in case you lost it.

I look forward to seeing you in my office tomorrow or Wednesday. I hope you have a good night! :)

Best!

Alex’s mood quickly shifted after reading the email. While he was disappointed that the wet dream he was having with her ended so soon, he was more than pleased to see that he had an email from her. Clicking his phone off, Alex tossed his phone onto his bed, sitting up with his hand behind him to keep him up.

His room illuminated a red/orange hue from the lava lamp that sat on his dresser in the corner of his room. Turning his attention towards the window, he looked behind the blinds to see the city life outside his apartment lit up, the sound of music coming from the club down the road and laughs from those partying.

Letting out a yawn, Alex shook his head and rubbed his face, shifting his legs before stopping quickly, feeling the mess in his boxers. Looking down, Alex groaned seeing the stain in his boxers, pressing his hand to feel the wet spot before sighing, standing up. He pulled his boxers carefully off, tossing them into his laundry basket before making his way into the bathroom to clean up.

When he entered the small bathroom that was connected to his room, he hissed at the bright light as it came on, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was tangled up, sticking out on the sides and his eyes were squinted, too tired to open them fully. Shaking his head, Alex climbed into the shower and started the water, the cold water hitting him both waking him up and cooling himself down.

He was absolutely and pathetically smitten over her. There was no doubt about it. Since leaving her class, the only thoughts that occupied his mind were of her. He had already planned out what he would wear tomorrow when he went to her office hours. It was pathetic, truly, with how quickly he was letting the woman ruin him. It was ridiculous to say, no doubt, because what would happen between them? Nothing. Not a single thing would come between the two other than a conversation about Frankenstein, maybe a personal question here and there.

Or so he thought.

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