#n u get p in both of the dresses instead

[cosmocove]

oh sweet cinderella

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

GET A LITTLE LOUD. I DON’T MIND.

—WITH GOJO SATORU

REMEMBER: THE CLASSROOMS AT JUJUTSU HIGH AREN’T EXACTLY SOUNDPROOF…

content: teacher!gojo, teacher!reader, husband!gojo, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, against the wall, over the desk, creampie, gagging, panty-theft, use of names slut and whore, not proofread

notes: i’m back this is crazyyyy!! i literally wrote every other day and thought about posting but i never finished anything and then all of a sudden it’s been years :O and im back w gojo brainrot. p.s. obi content is still coming but u just gotta be patient sorry i literally am so rusty

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“toru! they’re gonna hear you, not me!” you worried your words wouldn’t get past the lewd sounds gojo was making as he rammed his dick in and out of your pussy. he did all this while holding you against the wall of the classroom— where anyone could come in.

“oh, i’m not worried about getting us caught” each of his words was let out between harsh moans, breath heavy as he kept his open mouth pressed against your neck. so he did hear your concern, it just made absolutely no difference to him. there wasn’t even a stutter in his pace, set hard and fast as soon as he slipped inside you only a bit ago.

“then why’re you covering my mouth?” one of his large hands smothered the entire bottom half of your face, but you managed to squeeze your words through the small sliver of space between gojos long fingers just like before.

“because i can actually stop myself from screaming. can you?” he was taunting you, sure, but the truth in it had you blushing. you were a little embarrassed of how easy it was to get a sound out of you. it was hard for you to keep everything in when you were naturally so vocal, and it only got harder the closer you were to coming. satoru always loved the moment he could see your conscious efforts to stay quiet become entirely abandoned in pleasure. once you couldn’t hold back, neither did he, fucking you as hard as he could, until he wrung out every little praise, and whimper, from your pretty throat. when you couldn’t help but shout his name for everyone to hear was his favorite, and he hated having to smother all the noises that always turned him into a horny teenager. he didn’t hold back his own grunts and groans though, letting them out freely in the classroom, which you didn’t think was very fair.

“that’s n-aah!” you couldn’t help but prove him right, a high-pitched moan jumping from your throat when he lifted you up, only to slam you back down where he was waiting to meet your hips a particularly eager thrust of his own.

“mhmm there it is.” he gave a smug little laugh that was always so familiar coming from him. satisfied that he had proven his point, he went back to making sure you kept quiet. instead of using his hands to muffle you this time, he smothered them with his own deep groan through a passionate kiss.

it didn’t help your case that your only response was an increasingly dazed look in your eyes. he clapped a large hand over your mouth again as you clung to him for dear life. your nails scraped at the back of his expensive dress shirt, feeling the muscles of his back react to the sensation. you raked them up to the softly shaved snow on his nape, pushing another groan out of him. only one of satoru’s hands were free, but he was doing the work for both of them. sometimes your husband was gentle and soft during sex— this was not one of those times. there was nothing sweet about how he groped your ass, gripping and kneading at the skin harshly. every so often one of his fingers brushed against your unoccupied hole while his palms spread your ass slightly.

gravity had you feeling like he was fucking his cock into you well past your pussy. you felt a pleasurable shock each time he hit that perfect spot, shooting up your body. how could it not feel that good with the way you met him with every bounce on his pretty cock. you both got closer and closer, but not quite there. you knew from the beginning that would be short, but you two couldn’t resist a quickie. honestly, you couldn’t resist any opportunity to fuck.

the truth is, he meant it when he said he really didn’t care about being caught from all the noise, but he also didn’t like that getting caught meant having to stop before he could make you finish.

even deeper than that desire, the one he didn’t want to admit just yet, was his possessive need. satoru wanted to keep those pretty little screams all to himself. he figured that he was the one helping you make them, he should be the one who decides that only he gets to hear them. people could still know just who was claiming you by his own pornographic professions of pleasure. Maybe he would let you cry out in the end to reward you, if only because he wanted to hear you say his name like you always did.

to get you there, he was going to have to go just a little harder to push you over the edge. chasing both of your highs, he used all that famous speed of his to switch positions and bend you over the desk. it all happened so fast that even if he slipped out, you didn’t feel it.

the new angle already allowed him to go deeper, but it also allowed you to arch your back. satoru didn’t moan, he whined at the sight. he always loved seeing just how far you’d bend for him— literally. it made his cock throb inside of you, the blood pulsing through the veins along his shaft that were making each drag against your walls take you closer to heaven.

still muting you but no longer having to hold you up, he used a free hand to bully your clit as well as your hole. there was so much sap dripping down from your pussy, making the noise that rang out everytime your ass and his hips met even more vulgar. he easily gathered up some of the wet mix of both your juice and his precum on two of his fingers removing his hand from your mouth only to shove his fingers in instead.

“mmm fuck baby, taste yourself. taste us.” you gagged on them, the choking sound canceling out the much louder whines you were about to make.

he desperately tore off his blindfold, shoving it in your mouth as a gag and telling you to play with your pussy. even before his hand could grip your hips though, you were already meeting his thrusts.

he gripped your hips with his large hands, squeezing your body beneath him, “oh shit. yeah yeah please. keep slamming that ass back on me princess. please please please.” he begged as if he was at your mercy, even though his inescapable grip was the only thing keeping you from falling limp. he grit his teeth, feeling you tighten around him. you went from throbbing to squeezing him like a vice as your orgasm suddenly shocked through you. you shook, your knees knocking a bit as you used your last bit of strength to push back on him, feeling as much of his cock as you could while you creamed on it. your eyes rolled back almost like they were compensating for the screams you couldn’t let out.

as sensitive as you were, satoru wasn’t done yet.

“so so close, hold out princess.”

the gag slipped from your slacked jaw, but you bit your lip to stop any noise that came from the sensitivity. you nodded and satoru petted your head and smiled. with just your lip to stop you from making noise and you so close to coming, satoru didn’t give a shit about volume anymore. you were about to let out some of the sluttiest moans like you always do when you come, and he wasn’t gonna miss them for anyone. “You know what? get a little loud. i don’t mind,” just before ramming in so hard that he knocked over the desk. the last of your moans morphed into a panicked scream, mingled with the crash and bang of the desk falling, along with all the objects on it. you were nearly one of those things if satoru hadn’t tightly gripped your hips and your neck, keeping you fused together. so much was happening, but he made sure that you were right where you needed to be for him to pour all his cum inside you. it seemed that after everything, your voice couldn’t handle much more than a little whimper when you felt all his hot, thick cum filling you up. you always tightened your legs out of instinct to hold it all in, and it also helped you keep standing as he shuddered, letting a long stream of broken groans and eventually whimpers just by your ear. he wanted so badly to take his time watching his cum drip out of your hole just to gather every drop not inside you on his fingers and shove it back in. you always begged for his cum huh? he’d be a bad husband if he didn’t give you all of it.

shit. his mind cleared he assessed the damage less than a moment after. even with all this clutter on the floor, at least he didn’t add his cum to it he thought. still, the biggest mess was between your legs, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud about the two of you.

he immediately picked you up like a ragdoll and sat you down on a desk. you still felt your tongue threaten to loll out but you threw a leg over his shoulder out of instinct, giving him access between your legs to clean up the slick that covered your sex and thighs with his blindfold. it was already covered in spit anyway.

“fuck. someone definitely heard that” he murmured during his rushed clean up.

“who’s fault now huh—“ you were cut off by satoru’s reaction to hearing approaching steps he yanked you forward to button your shirt as you realized the person was running, very, very fast. you were both so relieved that you still had your skirt and he still had his pants on, leaving you one less thing to trip over. while he fumbled with your clothes you zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. gojo had just finished the very important task of checking to make sure no cum was leaking past your panties before yuuji came bursting through the door. you immediately hopped off the desk and smoothed down your hair and your skirt, while gojo tried to pass off his ruffled hair by acting like he’d been running his hand through it.

“hey, are you guys ok? we thought we heard something crash.” yuuji eyes darted to the desk on the floor, completely missing the raging blush on gojos face and the slight wobble in your knees. he opened his mouth to ask only to be shoved through the door when nobara came in hot behind him.

“hey! i thought we were all gonna check it out!” she scolded him with her whines.

“not my fault you’re slow!” he defended.

finally megumi strolled in, looking as nonchalant about the whole thing as he could be, in great contrast to his best friends.

“students!” you turned to satoru as he addressed them enthusiastically, “your teachers were just training and made a bit of a mess.” wow. that excuse just…well it sucks. you almost wanted to roll your eyes but had to do a double take. where did he get his glasses from? when did he put them on? leave it to gojo to keep his accessories on hand. it did help distract from how puffy and pink his lips were as he spoke.

“you were fighting in here?” yuuji tilted his head in question. combined with his big brown eyes, his actions had him looking like a puppy.

“it was impromptu.” you bolstered gojos excuse while trying not to cringe at how bad it was to begin with.

“ooh were you like couple fighting?” nobara jumped in with her question. it seemed she was way too intrigued by the prospect of drama to question how much sense it actually made, and you had absolutely no objections to that right now.

“wait things can get that heated to where you battle??” oh yuuji. he asked as if nobara knew all there was to know about the subject.

“no, no!” you waved your hands frantically, only to be completely tuned out once the two kids entered the mode of conspiracy. they talked lowly but didn’t whisper, as if you couldn’t hear them literally talking about you five feet away.

“i mean they totally look like they got into it.” nobaras chin was between her thumb and pointer finger while her eyes narrowed in inspection, yuuji mimicking her actions. after a second of tapping her cheek, she pointed directly at her sensei, making you and satoru almost jump a little bit. wow you had to get a hold of yourself. “no offense, but you should probably fix your hair.” nobara stated bluntly. gojo pouted. you thought he was adorable but also made a note to compliment his hair later.

megumi had been silent, not even really looking at you or the mess. his eyes just wandered the walls until it seemed like something clicked in his braim. his eyes darted back and forth between you and gojo. suddenly rolling his eyes letting out an exasperated “oh my god,” megumi just dragged a hand over his eyes and his face. he wasted no time turning around and walking away, seeming absolutely done with you two.

he caught nobaras curiosity and had her chasing him out the door and down the hall where you could hear her calling out “hey! hey, fushiguro come back!”

“hey wait what’s he talking about.” yuuji looked increasingly confused as he followed suit.

you almost slumped in relief you were so tired and you had to put effort into standing straight and not just falling into gojo. he looked at your relieved and tired face with a goofy smile. that smile. it disappeared as soon as you started slapping his arm.

“sa-to-ru!” a slap accompanied each syllable. “that was the worst excuse ever! there’s no way they’re not going to figure it out!” your hands kept slapping his bicep, but were just as quick to wrap around it right after. you pressed your cheek against the expensive cotton sleeve as you hugged his arm tightly and pouted just like he did as you looked up.

“c’mon let’s be real here, megumi would rather die than discuss our sex life with his friends. plus, we’re married, princess. i’m pretty sure a husband fucking his wife is like, the least surprising thing ever.” he rolled his eyes as he turned to wrap his arms around your waist, your hands resting on his chest.

“what about itadori? i’d hate for that kid to lose his innocence,”

“innocent? that kid is a self-proclaimed ass man.” taking advantage of the subject, one of satorus own hands came to rest on your ass. you quirked a brow but he pretended not to see your face and just continued, “i also saw a pinup poster in his room,”

“wait, really?” you stopped and shook your head a bit, like it would help you refocus on what you remembered you were talking about, “oh but still, toru, i know they know we have sex but—“

“but what?” he sighed, waiting for your most definitely poor reasoning.

“i don’t know, just” you started blushing and he knew that little embarrassed look. he knew you always liked to play the good girl, to hold on to your pride. if it didn’t make for such a fun game he’d say it’s a total waste of time knowing, without fail, he’d have you on his leash in minutes (literally or metaphorically depending on what your setting allowed). a single long finger tilted your chin up, his face suddenly so close to yours.

“oh you’re not worried about them finding out about my wife being fucked, you're worried about them finding out that she likes to be fucked like a slut.” such crude words came out in delicate breaths that fanned across your face.

“no!” your voice died out instantly when he pulled you a little closer again, your noses now touching instead of just your breath.

“hard enough for the desk to fall and loud enough to scream.” you had had sex minutes ago, and even worse, had almost gotten caught, and yet he was saying and doing everything to make your pussy throb all over again. you were always so easy for him to play with, never offering any real objections despite your attitude. “yeah? you don’t want them to know how desperate you are, how you just couldn’t keep your legs closed until we got home? because that’s all you want, isn’t it.” he whispered in your ear, your eyes fluttering back with chills. the sensation of him placing kisses on your neck brought you back to your senses once again.

“please, as if you didn’t run around the whole school just to say you needed ‘help’”

“and you’re suchhhh a good little helper for me, baby,”, he went to kiss you on the mouth you returned it, but as soon as he deepened it, you pushed him away and he had the audacity to look hurt. you were getting whiplash from having to repeatedly pull yourself together just to fall right into his hands again.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. i swear we almost got caught there’s no way we can go another round. you’re insatiable gojo satoru.”

“mhmm, we both are, mrs. gojo satoru.” he tapped your nose before lowering his voice once again. “so, how bout i take these panties, and we go home when my cum is about to leak past your skirt, huh?”

“fine. deal.” you huffed, but spread your legs quickly. he went on one knee to pull your panties down, enjoying the picture of your pussy and leaving a kiss on your clit which made you hiss, before he had the fabric dropping to your ankles. you stepped out of them and he swiftly pocketed them.

“i love my wifey so much!” he stood up and kissed you with a cute smile as if he hadn’t just shove your panties down his pants.

“that’s good because love you too toru,” you said softly, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels with a lovesick look like a schoolgirl. honestly, he never stopped making you feel like one.

“aww so sweet.” he tucked a hair behind your hair, sending butterflies past your stomach and to your whole body, but you just knew that wasn’t all. “who woulda thought you were such a whore?” ah, theres your satoru.

“only for you” you patted his cheek jokingly, but he just groaned with his whole body. he had to do things in the most dramatic way possible of course.

“ugh. baby, you can’t just say things like that and then—“

you pushed him off, leaving him, arms still stretched out reaching for you, even after you walked out the door. he looked at the clock before deciding it was max 30 minutes before you asked to go home. you came back in 10.

— bonus:

“well i mean the honeymoon stage is like that, although it’s annoying and gross.” nobara shrugged while still stirring her boba.

“they’ve been married for 7 years. dated for 10.” megumi responded quietly, nobara consequently spewing her drink.

“no way! they act all starry-eyed and all that stuff still.” yuujis own eyes opened wider in surprise

“yeah that’s what i thought too!” it helped nobara that even yuuji had the same idea too. “ugh now that i know they’re just like that it’s kinda gross.”

“wait megumi if they’ve dated for 10 years, you lived with both of them at the same time, right?” both of megumis friends leaned closer to him, eager to hear where yuujis question went, but he didn't even look at them.

“yeah what about it,” he said as nonchalantly as ever. this was a topic he had always made a point never to dwell on.

“so you had to have heard—“

“okay, that’s enough. we’re never talking about this again.” ideas like yuujis were the exact reason why megumi refused to feel his interest. ideas like yuujis made him want to die from remembering just how many times he accidentally heard the two of you…daily.

“yeah gross, good idea.”

“um yeah, you’re right, don’t answer that actually.”

[ryescapades-archived]

congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it so much xx

you know i'm gonna have to put in a request for your event :p

i'll take slice one with sae (what a surprise) with prompt 16 >:)

write whatever you feel is easiest, sfw would be cute but i certainly won't decline nsfw :x

again, congrats baby <3

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prompt: 16 - “do u want me on my knees?” characters: itoshi sae (bllk) x f!reader contents: suggestive, implied nsfw at the end, established rs, he calls u amor, reader wears a dress and strappy heels (oddly specific ik but it’s for the plot ..), slight hair pulling bcs yall are freaky wc ~ 1k (not proofread!)

a/n: LUMI BBG TYSM ILY LMK WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS (bcs i’m not entirely sure what you’re into) AND UHH i couldn’t decide between sfw and nsfw so this came out instead 🙂‍↕️

another one of those… tepid sports agents comes up to talk to you and sae’s eye all but twitches for the nth time.

stiffly tugging at his previously well-kept tie, it takes almost all his willpower to muffle the yawn that threatens to escape past his lips. he steps a tad bit closer to you, chest brushing against your bare shoulder as he shoves his hands inside the pockets of his slacks. narrowed aquamarine eyes gaze down at the woman who’s enthusiastically chatting with you as he dutifully stands by your side.

formal events like this somewhat bore him. there are too many flashing lights, too many blabbering mouths and scrutinizing eyes, and the worst of all, too many probing intents. he genuinely couldn’t stand those that don’t take his privacy seriously, especially when it affects you as well.

absently looking around the decorated hall, he takes note of the second ticking by where he can finally bring you back to the safety of your shared home. tick, tock, tick, tock– each one of it goes unnoticed by him. if he was sitting down, sae would’ve started bouncing his legs up and down as you continue to entertain all these nonsensical conversations.

his large hand lands on the middle of your back mid-talk, and you straighten up as warmth spreads throughout your skin. you peer back at sae, nodding slightly at him in a silent inquiry.

another discussion occurs between the both of you next, wordless and understanding in the way only your eyes hold all the things you want to say to each other. you then raise an amused brow when you take a second look at his appearance; his once messy hair looks even more disheveled than before, tie loose around his collar and lidded eyes looking all too uninterested with whatever the hell is going on in the event.

sae lightly pinches the side of your waist when he sees you on the verge of giggling like the menace that you are.

letting a little snicker out past your lips anyway, you turn back to the woman you were talking to minutes prior as you sense his simmering impatience. you swiftly say your goodbyes before grabbing sae’s hand, dragging him towards the hallways and opening the door to a smaller (and thankfully) vacant hall.

he’s ever so quick to close the door behind you, cornering you back against the surface as he towers over you. “thought we’re going back home?” sae asks, voice low and breathy as he idly plays with a loose strand of your hair between his fingers.

you throw him a pointed look, “we’re not even halfway into the schedule, why do you look so rumpled already?” his unkempt tie catches your eye once again, so you gingerly reach out to pull it loose before carefully redoing the knot for him. “and isn’t this event supposed to be for you athletes to mingle around?” you absently mutter, busy with the strip of fabric in your hands.

the distance between you is now barely existent. when you don’t get any response from him, you glance up at him thinking he was also looking at the tie, only to see that his eyes are simply gazing at you. bright oceanic hues closely examine your face, an odd look swirling in his eyes that has you fluttering down to the very pit of your stomach. 

you gnaw on your bottom lip as sae takes a bit longer to finally give you a reply. “the only mingling i’ll be doing today is the one that involves you and me,” he trails off, stopping for a brief second to glance down at your mouth. “... in bed.”

your breath stutters in your chest at his words. sae continues to stare down at you, as if waiting for you to cave in to his spell. a beat of silence passes. suddenly remembering a small, trivial detail, you then lean back more comfortably against the door before tipping your chin up at him.

“you know… relationships should be a two-way street,” you start, casually looking around the hall before subtly nudging one of your feet against his; the one where the straps on your heel are coincidentally loose. “i help you, and you help me.” you smile at him, eyes vivid and innocent as a doe.

two can play at this game.

raising his brow in suspicion at your overly saccharine tone, he takes a slight glimpse below before mildly rolling his eyes as he realizes what you’re insinuating. sae doesn’t back away from the close proximity as he murmurs against the minimal space between you two, “what? do you want me on my knees for you, amor?”

you ignore the shivers on your back at the way the raspy timbre of his voice curls on the petname, shrugging your shoulders in nonchalance.

for a second there, you’d thought that he wouldn’t go along with your schemes, but then you feel his hands settling on your hips before he eventually lowers down… down… and down, his touch slowly and torturously trailing along the side of your thighs while he keeps his gaze focused on you.

you’d almost failed to hold in the shameless whimper that threatens to spill from your mouth, desire licking at every little nerve inside of you at the sight.

and how could you not? seeing a proud, primarily arrogant man being eased down to the floor on his knees, looking up at you like you’re the only thing he has ever yearned and ached for in all his life. such immense satisfaction swells in your chest.

barely holding in the urge, you sift your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp with your nails before you pull. a small smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you purr, “good boy.”

sae curses, groaning deep in his throat, “fuck– you little minx.”

the next few minutes go by in a blur of gasping breaths and hungry licks, courtesy of him staying on his knees like you’d wished for as he makes you struggle standing on your own two feet, the thought of returning to the event now instantly thrown out of the window.

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chat if you’re not into heels, imagine you’re wearing sneakers instead (atrocious ik but i’ve done it before and i kinda slayed the fit, funnily enough shfhsdh) so he’d be helping u with the shoelaces lol - a bit inspired from a tt i saw a few days ago :>

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[peacefxlmyko]

It's not a one night stand if it turns into two

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Basically just Jake falling for his FWB.

Warnings: some smut, p in v, no physical describtion of reader, no use of Y/N, Jake getting attached, jealousy, sudden love confessions, fluff, maybe a little bit of Angst if you squint your eyes?, swearing

Notes: First smutty fanfic on here lmao go wild yall. All I have to say is Im in love with Glen Powell and so I automatically love Hangman too. Also the title is inspired by a Måneskin Song!

Once again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any mistakes. Also, I didn't prove read this so just be warned.

Story under the cut! ✂️

He simply couldn't take this eyes off of you. The way you were standing at the bar, slightly leaning onto it as you were talking to Penny. The way your dress was hugging your body, perfectly showing off everything. Everything he had already seen but couldn't get enough off.

His mind drifted off to the first night you spent together. He didn't even remember anymore how you two ended up in bed together, but it was amazing.

Jake could basically still hear your whines and moans. They were music to his ears.

"Jake, oh, oh god- please!" You whined and begged, craving release. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shared moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

He was so big and he was fucking you so well. You always thought he gave off big dick energy but jesus- this was even more than expected, but you weren't going to complain.

"That's right, just like that- you're bein' such a good girl." He groaned, his hips bucking hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him drove him wild, not to mention you moaning and whining his Name.

You ended up coming on his cock, screaming his name. This wasn't your first and definitely not the last orgasm of the night.

"Seresin? Christ, are you even listening?"

He snapped back out of his thoughts as he looked back at Rooster, who by now just looked annoyed. "Sorry, I uh- yeah, I'm listenin'" Jake quickly mumbled and tried to pull himself together.

You both were friends and had told yourselves after the first time it wouldn't happen again. Well, that was 4 night stands ago.

Jake would never admit it to himself, but he was going crazy over you. Not only because of the way you fucked, but also because of your whole being. The way you lit up whenever someone talked to you, how you would sometimes nervously fiddle with your fingers or the hem of your shirt, the way you looked at him with a soft sparkle in your eyes.

But he was also obsessed with the way your hands buried in his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips as he filled you up, the way you held onto his biceps as you rode him.

But he would never admit that. He would never admit the way his heart fluttered whenever you cuddled close to him after sex. The way his heart actually also reacted whenever you kissed him, not only his cock.

The Jake 'Hangman' Seresin falling for someone? Never. He was never the kind of man to actually fall for someone and even think about settling down. But something about you felt different, even if it was only physical, for now.

By now Bradley had completely given up trying to talk to Jake. He just rolled his eyes and joined Phoenix and Bob instead.

Jake's eyes were focused on you the whole time, he was surprised you hadn't turned around at least once to catch him staring. You were still engrossed in a conversation with Penny until she had to serve other customers. You leaned back, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips until you were suddenly approached by a man.

Jake had hoped at first he just wanted to ask where the restroom was or something but when he didn't leave your side, Jake felt something boiling inside of him. His jaw clenched as he saw you laughing and happily talking with that guy.

He didn't even understand why you were so focused on that rando. He wasn't even half as handsome as Jake, hell, even Bradley was more handsome in Jake's eyes!

His patience ran out the moment you pulled out your phone, seemingly to give your number to that ass of a man as Jake mentally called him that.

His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they stormed towards you. Hangman grabbed your shoulder and quickly turned you around to him, earning shocked looks from both you and that guy.

"What the—"

"What the hell are you doin'? I thought we were a thin'!"

God, that stupid southern accent basically made you wanna melt right then and there.

"Wha- I thought you only saw us as some quick fun!" You protested.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Do you think I'm sleepin' with other girls besides you?"

"....."

Jake frowned at your silence which was basically the most direct answer.

"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this. Normally I move on quickly but you put some kind of spell or somethin' on me because you make my damn heart flutter every time our gazes meet. And I love the way you laugh, I love the way you tease me, I love the way you make fun of me. And I fuckin' hate seeing you with a man that isn't me. So quit your bullshit with this guy and finally go on a proper date with me!"

Jake didn't even think, it was all just blurting out.

You looked like your eyes were about to pop out, you stared at him in complete disbelief. Were you dreaming or something?

"Please say somethin' so I know I didn't mess this up."

"Shut up and kiss me, Seresin" You muttered and promply pulled him in.

This kiss felt so different from all the other ones you shared. This one was so full of emotions and passion. Your hand rested on his cheek, as his hands found their place on your waist.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7." Jake grinned.

You didn't even mind he had just decided that, you were looking forward to that date.

"See you then, cowboy." You grinned and pressed another quick kiss on his lips.

[erinsturniolo]

i don’t want you like a best friend - M.S

summary: bestfriend!matt and “bestfriend”!reader at a party with unknown desires for eachother.

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, lots of smut, shower sex, swearing, underage drinking, very few uses of y/n (I tried to put it in here no times but I couldn’t!! I’m so sorry omgggg I hate it too dw 😭)

may make you get mad: “that’s not fitting.” “I’ll make it.” I know. I hate this too but his dick is like seven inches and tbh any girl would be lucky to have all seven inches regardless of height. also I’m new to smut writing so I may suck at explaining shit and have horrid grammar. I myself don’t know what (juno) position they are in but I’m too lazy to fix it so.. finally, “pretty sounds” cringy af but I used moan and groan and idk what else there is

if u wanna take inspo from this (thank you!) idc as long as you don’t copy my entire thing. but if your under 18 fuck off, no smut for you 👎

word count: idfk?? find out yourself xx

(this isn’t gonna be realistic, I’ve never been to a party or hooked up with anyone before so 😭 I feel a lot of us here on Tumblr haven’t. we’re saving ourselves for Matt 😭😭😭)

(this is my first time writing a smut fanfic, first sturniolo fanfic and first Tumblr fanfic! sorry it might be bad, not proofread. just trying out writing instead of reading!)

(english is NOT my first language. if I spelled a word wrong or something DONT BLAME ME, LOVE MADE ME CRAZY. (iykyk))

I ACCIDENTALLY CHANGED IT TO I INSTEAD OF YOU HALFWAY THROUGH OH MY GOD IM SO FUCKING SORRY IM DUMB AF

You were just hanging out with one of your friends, gossiping about the latest rumors around your school when you got an invite to the biggest party of the year. Thrown by the one and only sturniolo triplets, they were known for throwing the most lavish parties and sneaking in drinks for everyone to have. Their parties also earned the reputation of the place to hook up. You and the triplets were best friends, but you were especially close with Matt. You secretly have a desire for Matt that no one knows, not even your best friends. When you saw the invitation you squealed. “f/n, we need to go shopping for dresses, right now!” And so you did, you went to every store when you found the perfect dress. A short dress with a black dress part and gold straps and trim. It was perfect, but you could only imagine Matt taking it off.

you and your friend arrived at the part around 9:00pm. The lights are on and music is blasting, even from outside. You and f/n park at the end of the 50-ish line of cars. You finally step into the party and are immediately greeted with booming music and a drink to start, you take the drink and glance around at everyone. The party had only started 30 minutes ago but people were already on the dance floor. You scanned the crowd specifically looking for one person. Matt. “Girl who are you looking for? You’ve been to these parties before, come on!” F/n yells over the loud music, yanking your arm and entering the dance floor. You started having sips out of your drink, and sat down at the kitchen island. “Hey! I’ve been looking for you for so long, where were you?” You turn around to see Matt, in a leather jacket and pants, you glance up and down at his body. Shocked on how good he looks. “oh, my friend just pulled me to the dance floor, I was looking for you too!” You giggle, while your hands begin to shake trying to maintain eye contact and not dick contact. “you? on the dance floor?” Matt teased “don’t even right now.” you tried to hide your grin as he kept teasing and laughing at you.

the time with Matt went by so fast. Your conversation lasted around an hour before you both realized how long you had been talking, and the party was livelier than ever, you and Matt had been pulled back onto the dance floor. The amount of people in the crowd was making your body be thrown around like you were in a washing machine. You finally caught up to matt, who was significantly taller, making it easier for him to get through. “Jesus Christ, it’s like a mosh pit in there.” You laughed “that’s because it is a mosh pit.” Matt informed you. You glanced up at Matt when you heard yelling from behind, you turned around to see Nick and Chris fighting for approximately the 1989th time. “No, cause-!” Chris was cut off by Matt’s yell for them to stop. “whatever, I’m gonna go get some a drink, you guys want any?” I said in annoyance by the mosh-pit-like crowd. “nah- jinx!”Nick and Chris said at once, then continued to fight over who said “jinx” first. “I’ll come, I’ll have to protect you from the crowd or else you’ll get trampled.” Matt chuckled. I chuckled back, but what he didn’t know is that that sentence sent butterflies through my stomach.

I opened the cabinet to grab another bottle of liquor and was only a centimetre away from the bottle, even in my tippy toes. Matt was on his phone, and I didn’t want to bother him, so I just tried to get it myself. I groaned in annoyance at the fact I couldn’t grab it myself, so I climbed onto the counter. I finally caught the bottle and was about to climb down when my foot slipped and I fell, but I didn’t fall. someone caught me?

Matt. motherfucking matthew sturniolo caught me, he is my best friend but still. I was in his arms looking up into his eyes like a dumb puppy. I was so stunned that I didn’t even realize the entire bottle of liquor emptied onto my dress. “shit- sorry.” I say as I try to stand up and clean myself off with the nearby paper towels. “no it’s fine, I should have helped you-“ Matt tries to say “no no Matt it’s okay, my fault entirely. how dumb did I have to be to climb up there?” I apologize, Matt chuckles “we don’t have much paper towels, let’s get you cleaned up” Matt says as he grabs my arm and pulls me toward the bathroom. “here you go-“ Matt says as he hands me a handful of toilet paper. with any other person I would be fine with the setting, but not with Matt. being in the bathroom with Matt probably seemed normal to everyone except me. it seemed like a fanfiction, a dream. I’m so lost in thinking about how romantic it is that he - MATTHEW STURNIOLO is in the bathroom with me, that I didn’t even think to look up. But much to my surprise Matt was staring right at my eyes. “oh-sorry. your eyes are just really pretty, whoever is your boyfriend in the future would be lucky to have you” Matt stutters, I freeze. did Matt just say, I’m pretty? “o-oh! thank you Matt” I smile blushing like a ripe-RIPE tomato. Matt giggles, I glance over and I realize that 10 seconds ago I swear the bathroom door was open, but now it’s closed. I look back at matt and he must have saw the lust in my eyes, and I saw the lust in his. I could tell that look, even if I haven’t hooked up with anybody before. the look of lust, wait no- love.

I stutter “m-Matt? why’d you close the do-“ “you know y/n.” Matt says while putting his hand on my cheek. I lean into him, he leans into me. and in that moment, I kiss him. I know, me, kissing Matt? but no, it’s happening. right now, I close my eyes and just stop thinking. it feels like both me and Matt are stunned at what we’re doing, but it both feels magical. He pulls me in and turns so my back is leaning against the sink counter. we let go of the kiss and Matt moves his hand toward my hip, and placing the other on my shoulder, fiddling with my dress strap. I place one hand on the back of his neck and one on his belt. I lean in again but Matt leans into my neck and starts playfully kissing it. I let out a small groan and start fidgeting with his belt. “matt-“ I try to say but matt cuts me off. “shh” matt whispers, and pulls my strap of my dress to the side of my shoulder. I fidget with Matt’s belt, but what I didn’t know is that it comes undone easily, and his pants are only held up by his belt. all of a sudden Matt’s belt crashes onto the floor and so does his pants. “fuck sorry Matt” I whisper. Matt pulls away and suggests me “how about I make us even? hmm?” I nod my head as he pulls a strap of my dress off, then the other. I put my hand under his shirt and slowly lift his shirt. Next thing I know my dress is on the ground and Matt’s shirt and pants are on the ground and Matt is turning on the shower.

Matt steps into the shower and throws his boxers off and out of the shower, I undress slowly but get pulled into the shower by Matt, still in my underwear. “I couldn’t wait.” Matt says seductively. I glance down and freeze. “like what you see?” Matt chuckles “that is not fitting.” I speak “I’ll make it” Matt whispers. he places his hands on my underwear and glides it off grinning. Matt grabs my hips and pins me against the foggy, cool glass. I place my hands on his checks and start kissing him. Matt pulls me closer and bites my lip, making me groan. He takes a hand off my hip and onto his dick, and starts teasing me with his dick, I can’t help but moan. My lips let go from his as I bite my lip. “there you go, keep making those pretty sounds for me.” Matt moans as he slides his length into my pussy, I practically scream at how good it feels, my head flings back in pleasure as he wraps my legs around him. He holds my body and bounces it to reach maximum pleasure, with each bounce, he goes faster. And so do my moans. I’m moaning as fast as I can and as loud as I need, I’m positive other people can hear but I don’t care. I can feel the knot in my stomach start to build up. “m-Matt g-gonna c-“ I stutter before creaming all over Matt’s veiny, throbbing dick. Screaming at how good it feels. Matt keeps me bouncing on his dick, just waiting for himself to cum. He starts moaning and I knew what was about to come (see what I did there 🤭)”shit y/n I’m about to co-“ Matt gets interrupted by my moans of his cum filling my walls, painting them white. “oh my fuck- I” I stutter before Matt lifts me off his dick and onto the ground. I land on my knees, panting like a dog. “oh my god, that felt so good.” I moan, Matt puts his hand on my chin and pulls my face towards him. “just wait for the car.”

[fawnsprings]

hii, how are you?? i've got a req for you to write! (the explanation is a little long please bare with me) anyways to sum it up, its kinda based of the song casual by doja cat. if you dont really the idea i think you'll kinda get it once you listen to the song, (and im not really good at writing) but to sum it up, reader and chris have got a situationship, or like their just casually hooking up w/ eachother (i dont know what the label is 😭😭) but they act like lovebirds tg, like im talking cuddling when their watching a movie w the boys, getting eachother gifts, ALL that mushy cute shit.. chris realizes that he's inlove w/ reader, and y'know how hes like afraid of commitment and proper relationships? so instead of telling her that he is, he avoids her for like 2 days,and tries to fuck with someone else to forget about her for a bit. when she comes into the house to hangout with nick, she hears him fucking another chick, and she gets JEALOUSS let me tell you. she pulls that poor girl out of the room, telling her to get dressed and when the girl leaves she starts going off at chris (gettin a lil angsty). but like the whole point of me wanting it to be based off the song was kind of so that you could realize it was based off the song, so maybe u can add lyrics! (idk, just a thought) "if you is a player, i dont think ima play with ya" , "if you wanna lay with her, why don't you just stay with her?". he tries to deflect, and i guess reader kind of confronts him about how she thinks he wants more then hooking up and he denies it, but she knows hes lyin. "you say you don't want a girlfriend but when we are in person, you always act so different, you make it all seem perfect", "you hold me when we wake up, say you like me with no makeup", "is it casual, or are you tryna spend your life with me?". anyways in my lovely optimistic mind, reader tells him its ok because shes inlove w him too, and he finally doesn't deny it. she tells him shes scared too, but they'll go through it together cuz their in luvv 😛 anyways lets just say the night ends with some slow soft sex between reader and chris. "take it off, follow me out, let me in don't shut me out" i understand if you can't do this req, but i saw your post saying you needed reqs to write on a trip tmr, and i thought of this on the spot so sorry if its really shit 😭

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│⊹ warnings ⋆ ;; angst if u squint, y/n is used like twice sorryyy, p in v, pet names (baby nd mama), unprotected sex, lowercase intentional, and word count is 2.2k

│⊹ pairing ⋆ ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

│⊹ haven’s notes ⋆ ;; hey.. how y’all doin 😙.. sorry for being gone AGAIN i keep having writers block but i wrote smth for my script so i got motivation to write again 🤌

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you have been waiting impatiently at the triplets front door for about five minutes now. finally, chris opened it for you. “took you long enough.” you scoff with a smile as you walk in. “sorry, matt almost started a fire.” the brunette boy replied, scratching his chin when closing the door.

“what?” you laugh while kicking off your shoes and leaving them on the shoe rack. "oh by the way, i got the shirt you were planning to buy." you giggle softly, handing him a bag. "oh shit! thank you!" he says excitedly as he pulls you in for a warm hug. "of course, c." you give him a toothy smile. you notice how his facial expression changes a little bit once you smiled but you brushed it off. the two you walk up the stairs into the living room and kitchen. you saw both matt and nick try to cook dinner or something. “matt! your gonna burn it’!” nick exclaimed before turning to see you.

“what are you guys even making?” you snicker as you walked up to nick to give him a small hug. “burgers but matt almost started a fire trying to grill the meat.” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “let me help” you say, walking to the stove and shooing matt away. “but at least i didn’t, i wont do it again!” he stated while crossing his arms. “matt relax, i got this” you say while flipping the patty. the boys talk for a while and from time to time offer to help but your stubbornness always said no.

chris left an argument that he was talking about with his brothers and waddled over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked which you reply with a nod. once you finally finished making the food, you plated them nicely on the table. “bon appetite!” you laugh while sitting down next to chris.

the four of you eat while talking about a random topic or plans of what to do for the following week. “do you guys wanna watch something?” matt offered when he finished eating. “im down” you reply and the two others agree as well.

now, nick is currently putting the dishes in the sink as you, matt, and chris are all sitting down on the couch to debate what to watch. “nah i don’t wanna watch a horror movie.” chris whined when you suggested for them to see one. “ugh fine, maybe batman again?” matt quickly agrees, of course.

chris had been laying down on your chest for about an hour or so into the movie. your hands rested on the back of his head, your fingers scratching his scalp gently from time to time and he let out small hums whenever you did. after a few minutes you desperately needed to go use the bathroom. "chris" you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear. "hm?" he hummed while looking up at you. "gotta piss, get up" you state as he slowly got up from your chest.

after you did your necessities, you walked back to the living room and sat down next to chris. only this time he patted his chest, signaling you to lay down on it. of course, you don't mind since you and chris were always so touchy so you did. while watching the last 30 minutes or so of the movie, you heard his heartbeat start pounding against his chest rapidly. mentally, you started to count each one. and you did this till the movie ended.

"thanks for coming over!" nick said to you as the triplets started to walk you downstairs. "of course! i love hanging out with you guys." you reply, looking at each of the small smiles on their faces but except for chris. he looked rather stressed and confused. instead of saying anything about it, you simply just brushed it off. you said goodbye to the three boys then left.

it had been two days since you heard anything from chris. you asked nick and matt about him and they both said that he was okay and didn't know what was wrong with him. you began to get worried, scared if it was something you did or said. so, to clear your head you decided to invite nick to the mall since it was somewhere you guys both enjoyed going together. you got to the familiar entrance of the sturniolo home, quickly seeing an excited smile from nick as soon as you knocked on the door. "hey! you ready?" you ask while pulling him into a small hug.

"yeah! let me just go grab my things real quick." the brunette boy said as he let you inside. you didn't bother taking off your shoes since you two were about to leave. upon walking up the stairs you saw matt's face that was mixed with discomfort and trying not to laugh. "what?" you and nick ask him. "whatever you do, don't go downstairs." he mumbled while grabbing something from the fridge then walking back to his room. you give nick a look, he gives you one back that obviously meant to go see what matt was talking about.

hesitantly, you leave your bag on the couch and then walk downstairs to chris' room while nick grabs his things. upon being about three steps down, your ears immediately fill up with moans. both chris', and someone else's. another girl. your cheeks get red as your feet think before your mind and now you're in front of his door. with no hesitation, you grab the knob and swing open the door. as soon as you did so, chris looked back quickly. your eyes observed what was going on. you saw the mystery girl completely blissed out with her face dug inside a pillow and completely naked. you saw chris' hands wrapped around her hips firmly and how his front pieces of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. "what the fuck chris?"

you feel your cheeks burning up in frustration as you watch chris struggle to put his pants back on. "dude! get out!" he said while the blonde girl turned around and saw you at the doorway, quickly blushing out of embarrassment. "no, you get out!" you tell the girl in his bed loudly, her getting up as soon as you said anything towards her. you and chris make heavy eye contact as she got changed and got her things.

she closed the door upon leaving and you immediately start bashing chris. "chris what the fuck is wrong with you? you ignore me for two days and I find you fucking another chick?" you argue as he quickly tries to find something to say. "you can't just hook up with me casually then ignore me then hook up with someone else." your sigh is shakey, trying not to start crying in front of him. "I feel bad for her even because you're probably just gonna ignore her and then hook up with some-" you were finally cut off by chris.

"why are you arguing about this like we are more than friends y/n?" he argues back, taking a breath to continue. "you're saying this shit like we are together, we aren't anything but friends." the brunette boy said while crossing his arms. "friends that hook up almost every week?" you laugh sarcastically, you process what he said for another few seconds. "don't act like I don't know about how your heart was racing when i was layin' down on your chest the last time i came over." you note. "is we hooking up something casual for you or are you looking to spend your life with me?" your voice is unstable and shakey, biting back the tears coming up on your waterline.

"fine, i'll admit, y/n." he finally said, his voice evenly shakey as yours. "I realized that i'm in love with you that night. you know im scared of commitment. i ignored you 'nd hooked up with another girl to try to get over you." chris sighed and his eyes softening. "im scared of being in a relationship, you have seen what my fans say even if im standing next to a girl—" you cut him off by walking towards him and shutting him up with a soft kiss. you can tell he is surprised when he hesitated to place his hands on you. “im in love with you too chris, and i am scared too.” you say softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“but you know we can work it out together.” you sigh while your eyes look up into his. chris’ hands planted on your waist, rubbing small circles on them. “you think so?” he whispered. you nod in reply, pulling him into another kiss. “‘m sorry.” he whispered again, desperately kissing you like his life depended on it. you start to tug on the hem of his black tank top and backed up a little bit so he could notice that your trying to take it off. he pulled it over his head himself and quickly went back for a kiss. he turns you so your back is facing the bed and he guided you to it. you lay back on his bed and he quickly reaches to the waist band of your shorts. “can i take these off?” he asked with his tone laced with need. you nod eagerly, him taking not another second to pull them down. he then went to your shoes, untying both laces and placing them on the floor.

you watched in awe as he touched your body so gently. he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, his tongue grazing against yours lightly. he backed up with a smile, and looked into your eyes for a few seconds. with one hand, he went down in between your thighs and hooked his fingers on your panties and pushed them to the side, with the other hand pulling down his shorts.

he held onto your hip while he slowly slid himself inside of you, both of you letting a little hiss. his thrusts are slow but firm and his grip on your hip was light. you whimpering softly and let your body relax as his hips moved in and out of you. chris grabbed your leg and hooked it around his torso, being able to plunge deeper inside of you. “fuck, such a good girl f’me.” he panted with a little smile on his face. you whine back in reply, completely blissed in ecstasy and pleasure. his hips rutted a bit faster inside your puffy cunt as it suctioned his cock. “fuck, feels so good.” you sigh while leaning your head back into the pillow. “yeah? m’cock feels good mama?” he groaned quietly, you nod weakly.

you let out a small moan when his tip grazed that sticky patch inside of you. you arch your back off the bed as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. “‘m so close-“ you gasp gently while the brunette boy started to drill deeper inside of you. “mhm, gonna cum for me baby?” he whispered gently as his thumb went down and rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, this just sending you over the edge. “fuck! do-dont stop please please” you whine as your mouth fell agape. the knot in your stomach slowly started coming undone from his thrusts. “‘m cumming!” a small squeak left your lips. “shit, im right behind ya’” he whimpered as his hips remained the same pace. your stomach muscles clenched together as you came on his cock, then you felt him fill you up with his lukewarm cum. he fucked both of you through each other’s high before he stopped.

“you okay?” chris hummed while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you nod shyly while attempting to sit up. “i should go then, nick is probably waiting for me.” you chuckle a bit, whining quietly as chris pulled out of your pussy. “alright, i’ll still see you today then?” he asked as he helped you clean up and change. you hum in reply, standing up and wobbling a little bit. he put his boxers and shorts back on before turning back to you. “drive safe.” he smiled, pulling you in for a little kiss. “i know, see you later chris.” you smile back. you left his room with him behind you, your shoes in his hands.

upon going up the stairs you saw nick with his headphones on, thankfully. “ready to go?” he asked, his tone annoyed since you took so long. you nod with a laugh as you grab your bag and shoes from chris. “i’ll put them on in the car.” you say while you both start walking downstairs.

“what took you so long by the way?” the brunette boy asked when putting his headphones in his tote bag. “sorry, something happened with chris and i had to help” you lie terribly. nick could tell in your eyes that you were lying. “you fucked him didn’t you?” “nick!”

│⊹ haven's notes part two ⋆ ;; IM FINALLY DONE !!!!1

│⊹ taglist ⋆ ;; @deftonesmatt @mattsluttywaist @luverboychris @sturniol0s @mattscoquette @xoxo4chrisss @sweetstars-posts @bambi-slxt

[ratedfleur]

ricky nsfw a-z

request? yes! by like three anons but two were un-named 🤲

a - aftercare -> his definition of aftercare is massaging the parts of you that are sore, especially your waist and lower back. just expect naughty hands here and there though.

b - blowjobs -> basic but he likes it when you’re both on the couch, just lounging around not until your naughty hands start rubbing his crotch. and et voila, you’re on your knees for as long as ricky likes.

c - cum -> ricky loves it in your mouth or simply just on your skin. if you’re on your knees, he’d make you stick your tongue out as he cums, painting your upper body with specks of cum.

d - dominance -> you both are switches but he leans more towards the sub side, though he could dom too but his sub side overpowers that.

e - experience -> you both had no experience whatsoever, simply just trying out something new every now and then especially in the beginning of your relationship.

f - fuck buddies -> it’s a no but if you / him are really interested, then it’s worth a shot.

g - gagging -> he does it subconsciously when he’s getting blown, he just bucks his hips upwards, not meaning to do so.

h - hickeys -> you love doing it on the insides of his thighs, only available for you to see when you jerk or suck him off.

i - intimacy -> he’s not afraid to get intimate even in public because ricky is leaning on the braver side.

j - jerk offs -> loves it when he’s busy trying to accomplish some type of work but he’s just getting distracted with your hand that fondled his balls as you jerked him off.

k - kinks -> both: dacryphilia, praise kink, acarophilia / scratching, accidental stimulation

l - locations -> meeting rooms, hallways, couch!, over tables.

m - make outs -> loves it when you / him are in the middle of getting dressed, still slightly undressed when one gets pushed to the wall or dresser when you make out.

n - no’s -> ricky’s no are immediately taken into account, everything you’re doing will be put into a halt and instead you’d take care of ricky.

o - orgasms -> ricky’s orgasms are really intense no matter how much stimuli he is receiving, he WILL cum a lot.

p - positions -> cowgirl, non penetrative missionary, woman on top, grinding missionary.

q - quickies -> he loves it when he knows he has a meeting coming up in 30-25 minutes, he loves the thrill of nearly missing the meeting but ends up going with a mess in his boxers.

r - relationship -> out of the bedroom, ricky is indeed true to his name “lovelicky”, he’s so lovey dovey with you and you love babying him too.

s - submission -> both switches but ricky is more on the sub leaning side, but every now and then, you’d sub drop too.

t - (sex) toys - phone controlled vibrators, double sided strap ons, egg fleshlight

u - (can’t think of any so..) -> free space!

v - virginity -> most likely he would’ve lost his with yours, letting you take the reigns when he’s a little clueless about things.

w - wild card (from the writer) -> what ricky wants to try but doesn’t say so is trying to use or buy a double ended dildo, curious to see how it feels whilst in a scissor position with you.

x - x-ray vision -> .. no x-ray vision whatsoever, but he will go dumb when he sees his favorite plug on you.

y - (can’t think of any so..) -> free space!

z - zzz -> he will almost immediately doze off when he cums, feeling even drowsier when you wipe him down with a wet cloth.

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[gunnerfc]

Salma Paralluelo NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

She’s so sweet after sex, even if she wasn’t in control at all, and loves giving & receiving praise after sex

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Salma’s favorite body part is her legs, she loves wrapping them around your body as you fuck her

Her favorite body part of yours is your thighs, she’s gotten herself off on your things plenty of times

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

She loves when you two cum at the same time or at least very close

D: Dirty Secret 

The thought of getting caught is a turn on for her and it definitely helps that she can be a bit loud sometimes

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Salma is experienced and she knows what she’s doing

F: Favorite Position 

Salma’s a switch so she doesn’t really have a favorite position

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

She can be a little giggly before and after but not during

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Salma is so intimate despite how rough it can get sometimes

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

If you’re out running errands or away for camp, she’ll send you pictures or videos as she gets herself off to tease you

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Praising, she loves giving and receiving praise

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Salma doesn’t have a favorite place, if you two are both feeling needy then leave it to her to find some empty bathroom or dressing room if you’re out shopping

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

She loves it when you praise her football skills, she hears it from literally everyone but there’s something different to it when you tell her how good she is

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Salma doesn’t like being degraded, she’d much rather be praised instead

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

She loves both equally and it’s hard for her to pick between the two

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

It changes, some nights it’s slow and sensual but there are other times when it’s the complete opposite

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Loves them, she’ll always pull you to the showers in the locker room after a game because she can’t wait till you get home

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She’s open to some things but she knows what she likes

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for many rounds regardless of the pace

T: Toys 

You use a strap to fuck her more than she uses it with you but she does fuck you with it sometimes

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You two tease each other so much in and out of the bedroom

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Salma can be quite loud most times and you usually have to kiss her to keep her quiet if you aren’t at home

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

You two were almost caught by Alexia in the showers after a game and you both knew the midfielder knew exactly what you two were doing but that didn’t phase Salma at all and she had you on your knees between her legs the week after like nothing ever happened

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s on the higher side, she’d spend all her time in the bedroom with you if she could

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Salma falls asleep pretty quickly regardless if she is in control or not

[ball33rina]

Hello, can I ask for a smut + angst combo with Kit Walker where you reimagine that kitchen love scene but with reader instead of Grace lol... and the angst part is that when they're caught Sister Jude doesn't want to change their punishment for a sterilization, so that it goes just like it would be previously, with that spiky weird cane that possessed Mary Eunice had picked before, but Kit still stands for reader and want to spare her all the trouble?

Sorry I was too specific thank u anyways

LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME.

─── KIT WALKER x f! reader / smut - angst

a/n: tysm for this request, i don't know if this is how you wanted the smut to go? It's been a while since i last watched asylum. Still, hopefully you like this!, And dw about being specific, i like to know what im going to write.

warnings: violence, mention of p and v, and mention of religion (not in detail obviously).

you just told him that you genuinely knew he wasn't evil, his reaction? was to grab you by the neck and pretend to choke you and ask you "do you think i'm bloodyface?" Or that if he was the killer. Soon you found yourself leaning against the table where the dough balls he was just trying to make were, both legs resting on the sides of his hips while his breath graced your face... his penetrating gaze and his slightly open lips, and that cut on his upper lip that made him look hotter.

You were wondering how you got to that point if you just wanted to support him? It's not like you didn't want to anyway. His long, veiny hands entered your gown to pull down your regular panties, the only time you imagined doing it with Kit was you dressing in nice lingerie and not disgusting asylum clothes. But there you were, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he finished removing your panties, tossing them wherever they fell and his eyes sliding down to admire the erection of your nipples against the fabric of your gown.

His hands quickly unbuttoned his pants just enough to pull out his erection from his layers, hard as a rock and decorated around a vein, and even where you least imagine it this man was perfect.

leaning his hips forward to move up and down the tip of his cock over your pussy slit soaked in your own juices, soaking himself too and preparing to enter you, there was no time to waste or foreplay to do, pushing his hips hard and entering your tight passage. Moving both of his hands to the table as you threw your head back letting out a high pitched moan, he felt so good inside of you.

"Shit, kit—" you moaned and looked up at him as he began to thrust into you desperately, hinting at the number of times he's imagined fucking you somewhere.

"Yeah? You like it suga'?" He asked as some of his hair got in the way of his forehead. Thrusting in and the tip of his cock hitting that good spot, grunting near your ear as your moans increased.

"i fucking love it..."

You moaned and lowered your hands to the table to support yourself as he continued to move his hips back and forth, the table shaking and creating the sound of chairs breaking. Just when you both reached the limit and he came, filling you with his seed up to the womb, his face lowering to rest on your breasts and bite your nipple marked on the fabric...Sister Jude entered.

"Kit—" you whispered and he quickly looked up at Sister Jude.

Sister Jude insisted that you get sterilized like any other animal, and you couldn't say anything. There was a good chance that you would get pregnant because of the negligent use of a condom when you and Kit did it in the kitchen.

"Sister Jude...I prefer punishment to you preventing me from having a child in the future." you said and sister jude looked at you as if she were digging daggers into your eyes.

"shes righ'...what if we get realesed som' day?" Kit nodded in agreement with you, you smiled weakly.

Jude thought about it...it would be a sin in her pro-life mind to prevent a mini being from coming to life so she just got up and took some kind of whip with spikes making your skin crawl.

"Y/N, bare ass to me...your punishment has been granted." The woman said and you stood up, swallowing hard...of course, if you hadn't fucked Kit in Briarcliff's "house of god" none of this would have happened.

"Wait...no!" Kit stood up quickly, his hands still cuffed with chains, making sister jude move her gaze towards him, so you do. "Im the guilty one here, sista' I...I was the one who persuaded her to do it in the kitchen. It should' be me who gets punished...not her."

You frowned, a thousand times you preferred it to be you than for Kit's beautiful ass to be hurt.

"what are you doing!?" You said concerned.

Sister Jude on the other hand seemed to listen to Kit and even raised her eyebrows. Kit ignored you. He wouldn't let you go through such tremendous pain...much less with that horrible whip of spikes.

"It was both our ideas," you said, swallowing hard, but you could only watch as Kit's Adam's apple bobbing.

"Then it's both your turn," Sister Jude said. "There's nothing more satisfying than punishment in pairs." The decrepit old woman said, making even your own ass hurt without being touched.

"I said me." Kit interrupted, his voice sounding almost demanding and if you weren't in this handcuffed position, you would have already thrown yourself at him.

You just watched as Jude nodded and Kit slowly leaned his torso onto Sister Jude's desk and revealed his pale, fluffy ass to Sister Jude who dangerously raised her whip...you just closed your eyes looking at the floor feeling the tears overflowing.

You just wished you hadn't done that so that neither you nor him, but above all him, would be hurt.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Larissa

> larissa weems x fem!reader (past)

> requested? no!

> content/warnings: so... Andi is back and uhmm angst?

> a/n: this was a quick write, this came to me as i was listening to Taylor Swift Live in Paris 😭 so yeah enjoy??? and yeah, the song here is Death by a Thousand Cuts (u probs know but just to be sure) and actually, this idea was a prompt provided by @tylerrynkadesha, although this wasn't the original flow we spoke about 😭

“She looks happy.”

Larissa was blinded by the lights. Concert lights. You were a rising pop icon in the industry and Jericho was one of your stops in your local tour. An introductory tour wherein you sing your songs and cover famous songs, an example is You Need To Calm Down by Taylor Swift. Truthfully, she didn't like the loud noises, the screaming, the statics, the vibrations of speakers but she had to be there. Not just as a formal welcome to you, but she needed to. She had to be there.

Larissa remembered it like it was just yesterday. You and her were arguing because you wanted to forego your teaching position in Nevermore to pursue your passion. Singing. Although she met you in her first year of teaching, you were on your last year in Nevermore, you both had formed a friendship. She was ecstatic to know that the Principal wanted you to teach alongside her as the art professor years after you graduated. Yet on the very same night she knew, you declined.

“She is.” replied Andi as both of them stood in the tent, looking at your dancing figure.

“She didn't want to leave you, you know.” Larissa gave Andi a scoff and a side-eye. “Yet she did.”

“Her passion is this, Larissa. I hope you know that. She worked hard for this, for what she loves.” Andi tilted her head as she watched you reach for your guitar and take a seat in the middle of the stage. Deciding to get a drink, Andi tapped Larissa's shoulder, leaving the blonde to watch you.

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby

Larissa watched as you strummed your guitar. Everything was rushing through her head. Memories, feelings, guilt. You introduced this song as something very close to you right before singing it. And now, this song became something close to her too.

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts

Larissa thought hard. She forced herself to reminisce the times you gave her hints of your feelings. She forced herself to look into every single memory to find one where you actually wanted to do something she initiated. In the end she found love, but not willingness in your eyes.

I dress to kill my time

I take the long way home

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say, "I don't know"

Larissa thought back to every call and texts you and her had. When you were beginning as an intern for Nevermore and she was grading her students papers. How you would opt to stay in an apartment 15 minutes away from Nevermore instead of staying in your own chambers. How she would call while you were driving to make sure you went home safe.

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere

The only thing we share

Is this small town

One night. One argument. It all ended for Larissa on one night. Your passion for singing was something Larissa found illogical. She often asked herself how you sustain for yourself before you had your internship. Because clearly singing in coffee shops couldn't get you by day-to-day. With you singing in small towns near Jericho because the tips you get for singing in the Weathervane wasn't enough.

You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

Larissa would always look back at your failed relationship as something she wouldn't– couldn't forget. Even when she was promoted as the Principal of Nevermore, she would always find herself holding up a picture frame, a picture of both of you on your graduation day.

My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club

Larissa could feel Andi's gaze all the way from the tent to where she stood. She knew that Andi knew you still had something for Larissa. After all, who can forget a great love? Certainly not you. But Andi couldn't care less, she was the one with you, not Larissa. She actually felt sympathetic towards the blonde, because she knew your fall out was just a misunderstanding that distance and time didn't want to mend.

Our songs, our films, united we stand

Our country, guess it was a lawless land

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans

Larissa didn't know that you already had plans for your future together. You started writing a day after she asked you to be hers. Your journal, the one you write your songs in, had it all written inside. To getting married, buying a house, building a family even though you knew Larissa has always been wary of babies. You always had plans, yet she couldn't see a future with you before.

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

Larissa watched as you gave the audience one of your blinding smiles. You were egging them to sing with you as you strummed. The audience knew how much the song mattered to you. But they didn't know why. They didn't know why, that even hurting like that, it was just alright for you.

I take the long way home

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say, "I don't know"

Larissa remembered the last thing you asked her that night. “Do you love me?” And the last quote from your song was her answer.

[linnienin]

Hey, may I ask you about sirene?

So, I have this scorpio sirene in my 5H, trine asc and mercury, opp mars. Plus, I also have lilith trine asc and cancer asc is at 20 degrees.

The question is, I'm a fire dominant but there is a strong water effect that directly affects how I look, as you can see. How can I intensify this effect? How would you take advantage of all this?

H o w ⁕ t o ⁕ s t e p ⁕ i n t o ⁕ y o u r ⁕ S i r e n e ⁕ p o w e r

Hi gorgeous! ✨

First of all, thank you for the interesting question, not many people have this creativity, you really caught my eye hahah

I'll try to use both theory and practice to help you as best as i can, hope you find this somehow helpful 🥰

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We're gonna go through these steps:

⁕ Understanding the energy of the Sirene sign, and the aspects to a deeper dive into its flow

⁕ Understanding how to use the house energy to connect to your Sirene

⁕ Understanding practical ways to implement this energy irl (including fashion tips to enhance your appereance)

Always remember, don't be afraid to make mistakes,

Practice makes perfect 😉

⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕

U n d e r s t a n d i n g ⁕ t h e ⁕ e n e r g y :

⁕ Righ off the bat, Scorpio Sirene energy is naturally very intense, so it will catch attentions no matter what

⁕ Your Sirene trine AC and Mercury means you are a natural at using this energy when you communicate and express your outward persona to the public, people see you as charismatic

⁕ Your Mars opposition however, shows that you might not be very confident in yourself when you tap into this energy, you might even feel shameful for it, and so you withdrawn yourself from using this potential, and you tend to feel embarassed of all the attention you receive

⁕ This aspect can also make you susceptible to criticism and quick to react impulsively to it, it's important you master how to connect to the depth of your emotions, to fully understand and embrace them, instead of falling in the trap of projecting your fears

⁕ You should work on this opposition first, so you can truly gain your confidence and own your power 😉

⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕

P r a c t i c a l ⁕ t i p s :

⁕ Connect with water, while taking a shower, going to the sea, even the simple action of drinking, use these moment to immerge completely in the element

⁕ Use the 5th house energy to connect with your Sirene energy:

⁕ Dance (i recommend trying bellydance since it includes fluid movements, so you can put into practice what you understood about the water element)

⁕ Get creative, paint, write (let that mercury help your sirene since it's a trine), have fun, let go of your fears and inhibitions

⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕⁓⁕

F a s h i o n ⁕ t i p s :

⁕ Try on satin dresses girllll! They scream water+fire energy to me hahah, you'd look amazing in them. The fluidity (water element) of the fabric mixed with the shiny and glossy look of it (fire element), you'd slay for sure 👀

⁕ I'd recommend playing with leather too, like Sandy in Grease, you can see she uses leather in a clever way, in the beginning she depicts herself as confident and fiery using a thick leather jacket (still a fluid fit), but when she takes it off, you can see she wears skinny leather pants with a lighter visual weight top to accomodate and accentuate her delicate frame.

People would go craazy for this, you show yourself as fiery and unapproachable, but as you take off your statement piece, you look very vulnerable and sexy ( show the depth of your Scorpio Sirene, by mixing it to your fire dominance and your Cancer AC )

You can be sexy, confident and cute all together 😉

⁕ Try dark colours to accentuate that scorpio energy and your lilith trine AC (if you're blonde, opt for dark blue rather than black, it should complement you better instead that creating a harsh effect on you)

⁕ I think you should also try red, cause the 5th house of Leo and the Mars opposition, yeah, totally recommended. But if you want to include your water energy here, i recommend you keep the fabric flowy and light.

⁕ Try "wet makeup" look (like a true mermaid), adding also some sparkles in between your hair (you should try some hair pins with pearls for example) and on top of your eyelids. I don't recommend putting on bold colours on your eyelids because you're cancer AC and probably have delicate features.

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And this is it!

I hope you enjoyed this breakthrough, and hope it gave you some ideas on how to work on your Sirene energy ✨

Good practice,

and i wish you a wonderful day! 🌸

Yours,

Linnie

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Lexy's Christmas Sleepover!! (Attempt #3)

Hello, everyone!!!! It's that time of year again!!! Now, I know that in the past two years, I haven't been very reliable at getting out my Christmas requests, and I greatly apologize for this. But in previous years, I've also tried to make myself write a bunch of full length one-shots which for me usually means 3k+ words, SO, this year, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I can't guarantee a full length one-shot on every single request, BUT I will at least write a drabble for any requests sent to me this year!! I can guarantee this for sure!!!

NOW, Since I'm a multi-shipper, I will write for mannyyyyy different ships in each of my fandoms and it would take awhile to list every single one of them, SO, instead, I'm going to list each of my current fandoms that I'm comfortable writing for and then you can send me either a ship or a character you'd like a reader insert fic for. Poly ships, platonic ships, and platonic/family groups are perfectly okay as well!!! If you happen to send me a ship or character that I'm not comfortable writing for, for any reason, then I'll let you know, but I doubt that will happen, tbh. So, without further ado, here are the fandoms and prompts!!

[Some of the dialogue prompts I'm using came from this list]

When requesting, please tell me: Fandom + Group/Ship/Character + Reader Gender (If Needed) + At least 1 Prompt (I will accept multiple!). You may request as many as you'd like!!

Duration:

11/28/23 - 12/31/23

KNY/Demon Slayer

Fandoms:

Seven Deadly Sins

Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Miraculous Ladybug

Riverdale

Bungo Stray Dogs

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Legend of Zelda (Mainly BOTW + TOTK)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Scenarios:

MHA/BNHA

1.) Decorating The Tree

2.) Dancing In The Snow

3.) Present Shopping

4.) Gift Giving

5.) Wrapping Gifts

6.) Making A Gingerbread House

7.) Gingerbread House Competition

8.) Snowball Fight

9.) Sledding

10.) Mistletoe

11.) Christmas Baking

12.) Christmas Market

13.) Making Snowmen

14.) Christmas Party

15.) Watching Christmas Movies

16.) Dancing To Christmas Music

17.) Going Ice Skating

18.) Christmas Dinner

19.) Making Christmas Dinner

20.) Fake Dating For Christmas Ball

21.) Secret Santa

22.) Both Reaching For The Last Cookie

23.) Making Christmas Decorations

24.) Christmas Carolling

25.) Decorating The House/Apartment

26.) School Winter Dance

27.) Christmas Office Party

28.) Stranded On Christmas Eve

29.) Christmas Drinks

30.) Christmas Photo Shoot

31.) Christmas Tree Farm

32.) Cookies For Santa

33.) Christmas Dress Up

34.) Fireplace Snuggles

35.) Accidental Christmas/Eve Confession

36.) Winter Walk

Dialogue:

A.) “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

B.) "That should be our Christmas card this year.”

C.) “Why’d you turn the music off?”

D.) “I know we said no presents this year but…”

E.) “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

F.) “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

G.) “What do you think? Like the tree?”

H.) “Open your stocking!”

I.) “It’s snowing!”

J.) “What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

K.) “Do people even use nutcrackers?”

L.) “Do you still believe in Santa?”

M.) “You’d make a cute elf.”

N.) “Look! Reindeers!”

O.) “Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

P.) “Do you have any carrots?”

Q.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

R.) “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

S.) “Come here by the fire.”

T.) “Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

U.) “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

V.) “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

W.) “I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

X.) “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

Y.) “What are you wearing?”

Z.) “Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

AA.) “You look so beautiful in the snow.”

BB.) “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

CC.) “Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

DD.) “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

EE.) “Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

FF.) “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

GG.) “You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

HH.) “But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

II.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

JJ.) “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

KK.) “Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

LL.) “Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

MM.) "I've never understood the tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone do that?"

NN.) "I've hid all of your presents where you'll never find them." - "They're under your/our bed, aren't they?"

OO.) "Someone ate Santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me."

PP.) "It's Christmas Time!" - "Oh god."

QQ.) "In the name of Christmas Spirit, I demand you come with me."

RR.) "You know what that means?" - "Christmas?" - "Christmas."

[laurieellingham]

[billy crudup - 52 - he/him] Introducing LAURIE MORGANTHAL. Word on the street is they are an EDITOR & PUBLISHER & CEO, having been around for THIRTY-FOUR YEARS. Despite an otherwise clear record, sometimes they are known to engage with THE BROTHERHOOD's affairs. Though they are A WORKAHOLIC and RESERVED, they can also be CHARMING and ECCENTRIC. In the chaos of New York City, they're sure to fit right in.

[ sky - 23 - she/her - gmt - no triggers ]

tw: abuse, alcoholism ↴

✧･ﾟ— B A S I C S

— NAME: Florian Henry Morganthal

— NICKNAME/S: Laurie (preferred name)

— D.O.B.: 24th August 1971 (age 52)

— GENDER, PRONOUNS, SEXUALITY: Cis male, he/him, bicurious

— HOMETOWN: Daytona Beach, Florida, USA

— AFFILIATION: Gang - The Brotherhood

— JOB POSITION: Editor & Publisher ; CEO of Empire State Books

— EDUCATION: Bachelors and Masters in English Literature from NYU

✧･ﾟ— P E R S O N A L I T Y

— MBTI: INTP – the logician

— POSITIVE TRAITS: Eccentric, charming, creative, patient, observant

— NEGATIVE TRAITS: Meticulous, reserved, calculated, ambitious, a workaholic

✧･ﾟ— F A M I L Y

— MOTHER: Nancy Alexandra Morganthal (née Harrison)

— FATHER: Mitchell Robert Morganthal

— EX-WIFE: Emily ‘Emmy’ Isabelle McGregor (formerly Morganthal)

✧･ﾟ— A P P E A R A N C E

— FACECLAIM: Billy Crudup

— EYE COLOUR: Brown

— HAIR COLOUR: Black with flecks of grey at the temples

— BUILD: Average

— HEIGHT: 5’ 10”

— SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A 7cm vertical scar on his left forearm from a tree climbing accident he had as a child

— BODY MODIFICATIONS: N/A

— CLOTHING:

✧･ﾟ— F A V O U R I T E S

— FOOD: Apples (and apple related desserts)

— DRINK: Scotch whisky

— BOOK: The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle

— FILM: Schindler’s List (1993)

— TV SHOW: Justified (2010-2015)

— SEASON: Autumn

— COLOUR: Blue

✧･ﾟ— B I O G R A P H Y

— Laurie was born at 5:55pm on 24th August 1971 in Daytona Beach, FL, to Mitchell and Nancy Morganthal. He is their only child.

— As a young boy, Laurie spent many a day at the beach. He mainly went with his friends under the supervision of their parents and spent hours digging trenches in the sand and snorkelling in the sea. He always finds the beach relaxing and, as an adult, wishes he would go more often.

— Laurie grew up wanting to be a pilot like this father. For Halloween he would dress up as a captain and would get his father’s name tag to pin to the jacket. Despite idolising his father, Mitch was away for work for a lot of the time and Laurie’s mother grew paranoid. She began to think he was purposely staying away and having affairs. He always seemed to be making excuses and disappointed both Nancy and Laurie. He missed birthdays and anniversaries and didn’t seem to care very much. Laurie always felt conflicted: Mitch was his father but he was an absent father and figuring out how to feel about the situation was more confusing than anything else.

— Nancy would take out her anger and frustration about Mitch on Laurie. He endured shouting, screaming, and sobbing, and very rarely suffered physical abuse, but when he did he would hide under his bed sheets or in his wardrobe. He would often sneak around the house just so his mother didn’t see him and accidentally trigger a response in her. He never had any lasting physical scars, but the emotional ones were there for life.

— It was during this period of turmoil when Laurie found an escape in books. Thanks to his teacher at school, he was encouraged to read more and instead of spending time with other children he was tucked away in a corner somewhere with a book. He quickly went from falling behind in class to being the student with the highest grades in reading and writing.

— He was bullied for being a ‘nerd’ amongst other things and, against his nature, Laurie punched an older boy in the nose when he stole Laurie’s favourite book from him. Nobody physically messed with him again, but he was still called names and teased until he was 12.

— As he got older, Laurie’s relationship with his mother began to fail. She was drinking a lot, lost her job at a law firm, and was between shifts at local beachside restaurants and bars. At night, Laurie had to put himself to bed when his mother went out to work and had to cook his own meals (eventually being helped by a neighbour who took pity on both him and Nancy and volunteered to assist them).

— Nancy had every right to be paranoid, however, because Mitch was having affairs. She threw his stuff out for him to collect and changed the locks on the doors. He tried to apologise and make up for his so-called mistakes, but Nancy put her foot down. She stopped Mitch from seeing Laurie and kicked him out of their lives for good.

— When he was 9, Laurie’s parents divorced. Despite what she had said about Mitch in anger and hatred and in gratitude for getting rid of him, Nancy was always an emotional wreck. She often cried when she thought Laurie was asleep and would stay in bed most days. Laurie himself, when he wasn’t at school, took care of his mother in the best way he could as neither of them had any other family.

— Laurie didn’t see his father again until his 16th birthday. Mitch showed up to the house uninvited, but because Laurie wanted him there Nancy couldn’t object. Mitch’s gift to his son was the promise of a college education; he had set aside money to be used in another two years for Laurie to go to whatever university he wanted. They both knew by then that Laurie was no longer pursuing his childhood dream of being a pilot and Laurie told his father about his passion for literature. Mitch was supportive and was thrilled that Laurie wanted to go to NYU. Their relationship never fully healed from the strain it took when Laurie was a child, but the two were civil and Mitch never saw Nancy unless absolutely necessary.

— Laurie found popularity at NYU when he started his English Literature degree. He lived in halls of residence and gained many friends from across all different courses, but mainly in English courses. After promising himself not to drink after what happened with his mother, he was peer pressured into partying and consuming alcohol. He never became a heavy drinker, but sometimes found it difficult to stop drinking once he started, but this was usually only the case when he was particularly stressed or angry. He also went out with his first girlfriend during his first year.

— Following his graduation and after struggling to find a job for months (after taking shifts at a diner to earn money) Laurie landed an opportunity at a small publishing house in the city. He started from the bottom, essentially doing the mundane tasks before being being given a chance to do ‘real’ work. The senior members at this company trained him and taught him all the tricks of the trade and set him up for life. Today, that particular company no longer exists as it went bankrupt, but Laurie himself employs several of his old colleagues in his own successful company out of gratitude.

— Laurie lived with an old roommate at the time, which made it slightly easier to pay rent, and through that friend at a Christmas party he met his eventual wife, Emmy, who was starting out in her career as a cardiologist. They were mad for each other; they dated for two years and were engaged for a little over a year before getting married and taking their honeymoon in Italy.

— Emmy wanted a children and also to move closer to her parents in Austin, TX, but Laurie’s mind was fixated on his work. He was rarely out of the office and even when he was he was cooped up in his study at home. Their relationship broke quickly; Laurie and Emmy were always bickering and began to resent each other. Not two years into their marriage, they were divorced and Emmy returned to Texas. It wasn’t until months later that Laurie felt regret for what happened: he had a beautiful, talented, wonderful wife and he let that go without even realising how much of a mistake he made. But in true Laurie fashion, he distracted himself through his work and having flings with other women.

— Between the ages of 27 and 43, Laurie worked at several different publishers in the city and worked with many prestigious clients. He even did some work for a publishing company in London very briefly. He’d been considering setting up his own company for several years and now that he had made a name for himself he felt capable and confident enough to do. Thus began Empire State Publications: named after Laurie’s self-proclaimed home and set up in a Manhattan office building. It specialises in novels, but also publishes comics, magazines, and online works.

— He is the editor and publisher of Val Dupont’s @yarn-spinning hit books from the ‘Margot Sees Magic’ series. Laurie is trusted by Val to ensure their creative vision gets across in their books and that all mistakes made during the drafting process using Val’s speech-to-text technology are corrected. The two formed both a professional and personal relationship.

— Through Val, Laurie was roped into the dealings of the Brotherhood. He believed that his skills and personality would fit in and could be put to further use and found himself in communications, using his connections in various social circles and industries to pass along messages and intelligence.

— Laurie also never sees either of his parents anymore. He cut himself off from his mother after his divorce because of her continued toxicity and doesn’t know where his dad is. He’s glad that neither of them are around and that he can focus on his own life without having to worry about anyone else. It might seem selfish, but after years of putting up with pain and putting his mother first he can finally be free.

✧･ﾟ— W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

— EDITORIAL ASSISTANT: This muse would work closely with Laurie, organising his meetings and doing other admin jobs as well as supporting other editors. The two of them would more than likely end up as friends outside of the office too, but that can be UTP!

— AUTHORS & EDITORS: If your muse is a new author or a bestselling author, then they might have their book published and edited by Empire State Publications, or maybe by Laurie himself! Or perhaps they’re an editor who has been around since the company’s founding or are just starting their new job at ESP. Either way your muse would know Laurie in a professional setting.

— FLINGS: Laurie likes to frequent bars, usually higher-end ones, on his quieter evenings and will flirt if he’s in the mood. He’s incredibly charming and skilful in the art of persuasion, which can lead to sharing drinks and perhaps even an invitation back to his apartment. If your muse chooses to stay, then they can expect an interesting night ahead.

— AN OLD FLAME: if you, like me, would like explore Laurie’s softer side and explore his younger years, then your muse could be his very first girlfriend! They met at NYU and were mad for each other and fate had a cruel hand in splitting them up- the rest is up to you!

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

(tw racism) Searching up pics for black people and dark skinned characters horror stories: (A) A good chunk of the pictures I've saved seem to have disappeared. Which is part of why I save them bc I may never find them again.

(B) Whenever I search up 'black mermaids' all the options I used to have seem to be gone

(C) having to use more than one search browser

(D) too much time spent searching for pictures of dark skinned characters in wheelchairs. The ones I found are OCs or characters in one specific drawing style. Nothing wrong with ocs but why no non OC dark skinned wheelchair characters?

(E) It's hard to find pics of more than one dark skinned character

(F) I have to rely on racebended art a lot. There's nothing wrong with racebend but I'd also like original black characters too

(G) I just searched up dark skinned kid. Most of my results were adults.

(H) I spent HOURS looking for non-sexualized (okay, any pictures bc there's like 5, but also non sexualized) pictures of dark skinned muscular girls

(I) varying my search multiple times (J) Searched up black character/comic. Gets WHITE (or asian) characters or dark comics.

(K) Searched up brown eyed characters. Gets a lot of green/blue eyed. Searched up blue eyed/green eyed characters. Gets a lot of brown eyes.

(L) Barely any black princesses except tiana

(M) barely any black girls in long dresses (N) sometimes I have to be less specific (aka can't search up more than one specific-like eyes, dresses, hair color,etc-at a time) to get anything

(O) Having to rely on stock photos bc they're the only option

(P) Having to make compromises and use photos that are similar to my ocs and yet not completely right bc it's the only option

(Q) I once couldn't find a picture of a black haired boy with green eyes. I remember the hair color was wrong, and the one photo I found didn't really look like my OC (R) Somehow, the internet has gotten both better and worse. I can find the stuff I used to be unable to find, but everything else went bye bye (S) Struggled to find any dark skinned male mermaids. I think one of the few I found was pjo fanart. (T) No black fat mermaids in wheelchairs-I was looking for a picture to show a friend too

(U) Limited plus sized girl options (V) started using doll divine and picrew because they're easier than looking for what I want

(W) I got burnt out from looking for pics and looking for pics (provided there's options) is fun (X) Staring enviously at the multiple pics that would fit my criteria but they're white

(Y) less dark skinned girls with non-black hair than white girls

(Z) White character pics having better stuff overall + being easier to search for + I can find what I want provided it's white

(1) only one art style

Stop that's so sad!!! 😔

I agree with all of these especially F, G, and H. J reminds me of when I look up stuff related to Black girls but instead get white or Asian girls with black hair, K is fucking with you and L and M are just...sigh.

Best of luck though for when you do find anything!

[zcorners120]

PLS WRITE ABOUT COWBOY MICK IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES

WAAIT STOP I HAD THE EXACT SAME THOUGHT WHEN I POSTED THE PICTURES LMAOOOO I NEED TO DO THIS NOW; THIS IS MY LIFE DUTY. THIS IS PERFECT ASWELL CAUSE HIS SISTER, GINA, RIDES HORSES? CMONNN

mick schumacher x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; your best friend takes you to a famous rodeo where many cowboys meet up, and you do something very clueless..

warnings; swearing, S M U T 18+, m!dom, spanking, p in v, mentions of sex, cowgirl, cumming in mouth / on face, alcohol consumption

“I don’t know shit about cowboys. Or horses. Do I have to come with you?” You complained, feeling your best friend dragged you outside into the cold.

“I don’t either! You’ll see once we get there, the guys are so hot. Last time I just went for a drink and didn’t look hot, I wanna get LAID.” She enunciated the word ‘laid’, making her mission for the night clear to you.

“Is that why you made me take 2 hours to get ready? God, I’m wasting this awesome dress to go see a bunch of old men on horses. I love you, but your taste in men is so questionable.” You carried on whining, shivering in the harsh Swiss night.

You tuned out your best friends arguments to justify her choice in the bar, trying to warm yourself up instead. You and your friend were visiting Switzerland for work, and it was the third night of your 2 month stay. The Swiss were surprisingly passionate about horses, unbeknownst to you until last night.

“-They obviously won’t have the horses in the bar, that’s just where they hang out after the rodeos. They look so sexy, all slightly sweaty and tipsy, wearing the cowboy hats and tight tops.” She dreamily sighed, skipping slightly in the snow as her boots crunched against the floor.

“I’m too cold. Do I look okay or are my cheeks too red?” You looked down at the short dress you were wearing, along with the knee high boots that weren’t doing much at keeping you warm.

“Y/N, come on! You look stunning.” You friend praised you, blowing out a small wolf whistle.

“Thanks, you do look smoking hot yourself.” You gave the compliment back, as she looked out into the distance and saw the illuminating lights of the bar.

“Cmon! There it is!” She squealed, grabbing your hand and running towards it.

You were both giggling like schoolgirls, messing around as you walk up to the bar’s entrance, feeling your lively personality come back as you feel yourself warming up. It was as though your eclectic and bubbly personality was starting to defrost.

Pushing the large wooden door open, you’re both met with a blast of heat that your body gladly welcomes, sending a shiver down your back. As you both walk in, you could feel some glances and glares, but chose to strut down to the bartender.

“2 Shots of vodka, please.” You said smiling at him, looking behind you to see lots of different cowboy hats dispersed, but one specific group of them around your age.

“There ya go, enjoy.” He clinked the two glasses down, as you immediately neck them down you look to your right and already see your best friend talking to someone.

The night went on as the music blasted louder, and more shots were poured as your friend rejoined you.

“We need to go to that group of guys over there. They seem our age and pretty hot.” You yelled over the music to your friend, pointing in their direction.

In reality, you had your eyes on one guy. His cerulean eyes and messy blonde hair kept under his hat had you staring all night. But what you hadn’t known, was he was glancing right back at you.

You and your friends extroverted personality lightened up the vibe of the whole bar, singing along and making friends with new strangers, dancing with people whom you'd just had a shot with. Later into the darkness of the night, the lights had turned down and the music was turned up higher, people dancing on tables, the sweaty aroma had you thinking it was a nightclub.

Your friend had caught the eye of another boy in the circle with the mystery cowboy with the cerulean eyes. As you and your friend were dancing together, you could see them from the corner of your eye, pointing and seeming to be in deep discussion. Your friend spun you around, the alcohol making it seem like you were on a carousel.

You were spun directly in the boy's eyeline, as you shot them a nice smile, directly at the boy you liked. You watched as his friends pushed him around, smiling and laughing; telling him to go talk to you. It was so cliché; like from a movie, where him and his friend come up to you and your friend.

"Hallo damen, can we buy you some drinks?" His deep voice confidently asked, blue eyes boring into yours. "Hey ladies,-"

"Of course!" You both said, as they took your hands individually and lead you to the bartender.

From a couple minutes chatting together you found out that his name was Mick, and his friend was called Sebastian. You and Mick got along really well, having the same sense of humour and similar interests.

"Nice hat." You jokingly plucked it off Mick's head, popping it on your own, confused about the horrified looks on Micks, Sebs and your friends face.

"Oh my God, please don't tell me this is a deep meaningful hat or somethin-" You panicked, hurrying to take it off your head.

"No, no, you can keep it on." Mick embarrassingly said, and watched as your friend and Seb laughed, watching MIck's face blush.

"Mick, I never knew you were that dirty." Seb laughed out, with your friend near to tears from laughing.

"Guys, what does it mean, I'm so confused." You cluelessly whined out, looking at Mick who was also slightly laughing.

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy." Your friend winks badly at you, watching as your face goes red.

You look awkwardly at Mick, seeing him also blush.

"Y'know what, if my good friend Y/N here is going to be so upfront, I may as well be too." Your friend speaks out, trying to save you some embarrassment as she takes Seb's hat as well.

"Oh schatz, you love to tease hm? Come dance with me." He smiles at her, taking her hand towards the dancefloor.

"God they're disgustingly cute." Mick looks at them with a slight grimace, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, they're like an old couple." You laugh out, looking at Mick with adoration in your eyes.

"You look beautiful you know." He says confidently, taking his hand to rest on your thigh.

"Oh, uhm, thank you." You slightly stutter, taken aback by his sudden confidence.

"Were you not cold out there?" He asks, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, turns out a dress doesn't provide much heat in the Swiss winter." You said shrugging, confused as you watched him get up.

"Here, have this." He took of his jacket, draping it over shoulders.

"Thanks. How do I ever repay you?" You sigh dreamily, seeing him smile at your sarcastic comments.

"Have a good think." He replied, drinking his beer.

"How about I live up to the cowboy hat's saying?" You smirked, watching him blush.

"That could be arranged." His hand moved higher up your thigh, as you gulp, feeling his large but gentle fingers caress your smooth skin.

You caught your friend's gaze in the crowd, mouthing to her that you were gonna go.

"Now." You blankly said, getting up and taking his hand, pulling him out the bar door.

"Someone's demanding. We'll see about that liebling." He said lowly, clicking some car keys as you saw a slick black BMW light up.

He opened the door for you, letting you sink into the warm leather seats. You could feel the engine roar into life, as he put his arm around the back of your headrest, looking back as he reversed with one hand.

"I honestly thought we'd be majestically riding on the back of a horse." You said quietly, hearing him chuckle.

"Well, believe it or not, but cowboys also have cars." You giggled at his comment, feeling his hand take it's respective place on your thigh again.

He seemed very comfortable behind the wheel, more than most. Speeding where ever he could, over taking cars with ease, but still making sure to keep safe because you were on his side.

His hand slid further and further up your thigh, grazing your clit that was clothed with your lace panties. Your breath hitched as his finger ghosted over your clit, and he noticed this. Closing your eyes, you cursed to yourself at the feeling.

"You okay schatz?" He asked you, right as his fingers swirled circles on your clit, making you let out half a moan before you bit your lip.

He sped up, adding more pressure as you couldn't help but moan his name.

"Liebling, answer me." He said darkly.

"Mhm, mhm. Faster." You moaned out, the sensation sending sparks in your body.

Just as you were expecting things to get more tense, it had suddenly fizzled fast. He ripped his hand away, opening your eyes you realised you were parked outside a large wooden cabin. Mick was by your side, holding the door open for you.

"Tease." You said menacingly, just as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, as though you weighed nothing.

"Mick, put me do-" You were arguing, laughing in between. Your sweet giggles had stopped when Mick landed a huge spank to your ass.

"That made you quiet real quick. Do you like getting spanked liebe?" He said lowly, taking you up the stairs to his room.

"Mhhm." You managed to pathetically murmur out, as he dropped you gently on the bed.

He took your boots off carefully, chucking them away in an unknown corner. You were about to take the hat off, before Mick interrupts you.

"Keep it on." He commanded, unzipping your dress. His face fell in infatuation. He quickly followed to be your in state, as you hear his belt and other clothing drop to the floor.

"Scheiße, du bist so schön" He muttered to himself, kissing his way all around your body as he loved the black laced set you had on.

You internally thanked yourself for wearing it, arching your back as you were on all 4s, feeling Mick kiss your ass and smack it with his large hand.

"Mickk, fuck me please." You whined, turning around you pull him on the bed.

You looked at his length, standing very hard and tall. He smirked, his ego boosting as you got onto his lap. Teasing him, swirling his cock around your warm, wet entrance he started getting frustrated.

Placing his hands on your hips, he slowly dropped you down onto his cock, as you took every inch of him, feeling every vein flex from your tight walls.

"You're so fucking tight Y/N, shit." He groaned, feeling his tip hit your spot directly.

You rock your hips slowly against his, becoming a moaning mess just from how good it feels. You sped up, bouncing directly on his lap, hearing his bed creak more and more from your frivolous activites.

Landing a smack on your ass every once in a while, your slickness spreading down his cock with every bounce, you heard your ass smacking onto his lap. Mick laid a hand on your back, pushing you towards him, feeling your boobs lay onto his chest.

You kiss his jaw slowly, feeling his knees come up, and his cock start pounding into you at such a fast pace, you couldn't even get a string of moans out right.

"Fuck- Mick, I'm gonna cum-!" Your screams could be heard from anywhere in the empty house, whilst Mick kept hitting your g-spot in every rough thrust.

"Cum liebe." He groaned, feeling you pulsate against him as you had the best orgasm of your life, your legs shaking against his hips. Squeezing your eyes tightly, you could barely control your moans from the unfamiliar fuzzy feeling dominating your body.

Coming down from your high, you look down at Mick, slightly sweaty with his natural blush showing through, and his ocean blue eyes looking into yours as you pull him in for a kiss.

"Mhh, enge I'm going to cum." He groaned out, as you hopped off him, kneeling down as he stroked his cock.

His white cum splattered in your mouth and on your face slightly, as he also became a moaning mess. The sight was too much for him to handle, you on your knees, licking his cum into your mouth.

Getting washed and cleaned up, you both cuddled into the bed you both near destroyed, feeling the sleep beating you. Mick held you close to him, laying his strong protective arm over you. And that's how you both woke up, entangled together in the white sheets, a small golden hour casted on your faces.

A/N; tumblr literally crashed and deleted half of this, so apologies it took ages LMAO. also hope i did alright, i loved this request and was thinking of doing it myself hehe

[yanderechuu]

do any of the teachers ever notice the things happening to y/n? (i headcannon Mic and Midnight as yanderes that would give advice to 1A lol)

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

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Summary: Aizawa is the first one you approached in regards to your certain predicament.

Warning: nonconsensual recording

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Aizawa suspected something wasn’t quite right by the moment he saw you entering the class a minute before the bell rang, all haggard and teary-eyed, though you tried your best to obscure your disposition. He always knew you to often be in a state of discomfort whenever you were compelled to socialize, especially with your classmates, but now - you looked as if you reached your limit of holding the weight of the world on your shoulders, crashing down all at once as depicted on your crestfallen expression. 

And when you showed up in front of the faculty room, timidly soliciting his presence, his suspicions were only further verified. Even with a pending question regarding subject matters in your mind, you weren’t one to approach a teacher to inquire about it, and if you did it was because the teacher was the one who would ask your attendance; never the other way around.

Present Mic was the first one to acknowledge you. He stood up from his office chair, waving at you comically. “Yo, (l/n)! Having trouble with English again?”

You never had a problem with his subject; he only insisted that you’d come to him in regards to that. “N-no, not really. May I speak to Aizawa-sensei?”

“Talk with me instead!” He enthusiastically spoke and headed over to you. “Come on, what’s the matter?”

“It isn’t your place to ask that when I’m here.” Aizawa interceded, clearly unimpressed by Mic’s antics. He failed to see the latter’s displeased countenance. “(L/n), what is it?”

You avoided eye contact with him, averting your view to the ground - that was alright. You were always like this, and he didn’t mind. Nothing out of place except for the fact that it looked as if you were about to cry any moment now.

“Can we- can we, um, talk somewhere more private?” You asked quietly.

His brows raised in wonder at your request. Nevertheless, he didn’t decline you, only nodding lackadaisically before heading towards the teacher’s lounge, where you followed him suit. He flicked the door tag to ‘occupied’ and entered the room after you, when he told you sit on the three-person sofa situated not quite on the farthest left of the space. Then, he settled himself on the chair across you.

“Well?” He asked, expectantly.

But you had once again your head above a thick cloud of anxiety. You knew that after the event with Momo in the girls’ locker room - where you had injured her against your will because she had been violating your personal space - your homeroom teacher kept a cautious eye on you in case you’d re-enact that incident. And it wasn’t just that incident that made him look at you like you were a criminal on the loose, either. Your classmates found and did a lot of ways to place you in Aizawa’s naughty list just so you wouldn’t snitch on their abusive (they’d call it affectionate) behavior on you.

That didn’t erase the fact that you were nevertheless his student; he cared for you no less than he cared for his other pupils, yet you were just too ignorant in figuring that out. All that mattered to you was that you’d voice out your current concern to him, but with your insecurities holding you down it seemed it would be more difficult than you had primarily foreseen it to be.

“I-I,” you stammered out, fiddling with something inside your pocket, “u-um, you see, t-there’s this, I mean, I can’t-”

He grew increasingly frustrated with your constant stuttering, and although he did understand your shy nature which largely affected your conversational habits, he only had so much patience to deal with it.

“I don’t have all day.” He stated, glowering at your form in mild irritation. “If you’re going to keep doing that, talk to the wall.”

You abruptly halted in speaking after that, only looking down on your lap, staring wide-eyed, grief-stricken at the revelation that perhaps he really did not want to heed any of your words because you were just that bad of a student that he had decided you were not worth much the effort to concern himself with. And maybe he was right - that your words didn’t matter because you didn’t matter; that there were more affairs he better be tending to than yours; that you were only making a big deal out of this when it truthfully wasn’t.

Oh god, you felt like vomiting. Self-deprecation was getting the better of you.

He stood up and sauntered to the exit, not bothering to spare you a glance. “Come back to me when you actually know what you want to say.”

It was a matter of seconds when you ran to him, pulling him back rather harshly by the grip you had on his sleeve. He turned around due to the force to see your head still hung low, avoiding his gaze as always - only, your shoulders were quivering sporadically, and occasional sniffs were heard from your person.

“P-please, sensei...” you voiced out, shaken and horrifyingly delicate. “I-I’m so scared. Please.”

While he looked at you with contracted irises, countenance now alert from your unexpected disposition, you pulled your trembling hand out of your skirt pocket, nervously disclosing to him from your palm a small, black device with a tiny yet prominent lens.

“M-my room,” you heaved, “I-I saw this i-in my room, m-my closet, while- while I was dressing up, and I don’t know how long it had been in there but it probably already caught me bare and-”

You broke down in a flurry misery and shame, allowing yourself to fall to the ground but you didn’t - Aizawa seized you in his arms, his gentle, fatherly arms that could only do so much to console you from the horror of your reality. And he held your head as you cried on his chest, one little thing he could do after ignoring your situation and letting you think that your significance was less than the rest of his other students. At that moment, you were just so little, so fragile, so naïve he’d keep you in his pocket if he could. Why would someone do something as debauched as illegally recording your innocent self?

“I’m sor-sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m really telling the truth, p-please-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t doubt you.” He reassured. Why were you apologizing? Were you that insecure of being a nuisance? No, no, you never were. Not to him. He reached for your hand to take the cursed device. “Since when did you find out?”

“J-just this morning.” You responded.

“Alright. Do you want to rest? This must have taken a huge toll on you.”

But you still had classes ongoing. Then again, you didn’t feel like looking at the faces of the prime suspects who possibly did you dirty, even when you knew that you’d have to eventually interact with them to get notes of your missed lessons. You were so tired from summoning the lot of your courage to confront your teacher regarding your problem, so you probably wouldn’t have the energy to listen to class discussion. Aizawa finalized your decision by pulling you up and guiding you towards the office of Recovery Girl who, after being briefed of your predicament by your homeroom teacher, welcomed you with a warm smile, telling you to make yourself comfortable in one of the beds in the infirmary.

He then made his way to 1A classroom, a newfound swelling of rage and disappointment in his chest, both forwarded to his class and to himself because only now did he realize that perhaps you were often so restless and apprehensive in the presence of your classmates because they did things that made you bury yourself in the deepest parts of your shell as a last attempt to revel in a sense of safety. Your timidity was not entirely derived from your own nature; it was also due to the maltreatment you were receiving from your classmates. Halting his steps by the classroom door, he looked through the glass window, seeing the class focusing on Midnight’s lecture.

Well, not quite. He could tell that your classmates were visibly affected by the lack of your presence, glancing at your desk from time to time as quiz papers were being passed behind - so they were in the middle of a test, he guessed. But that wasn’t his concern.

In impudent manner, he walked in amid Midnight’s talking, disregarding her face’s sudden morphing into vexation as the students gave him a look of confusion.

“Eraser, what are you-” she was rudely interrupted as Aizawa took the test reference papers from her hands. Something about Modern Hero Art History, he read. He faced his class with disdain, stating,

“Until someone confesses their crime of hiding a spy camera on (l/n)’s dorm room, all of you are receiving failing marks on this test.”

Quite suddenly, the class burst into violent upheaval, gasping, perking, some allowing the dreadful news of your situation to sink in, others letting out noises of complaint before actually taking consideration to the main point of Aizawa’s statement. Midnight stared at him in disbelief, but did nothing to stop his measures.

Momo abruptly stood. “I-is (y/n) okay? We should go check on her!”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Aizawa said. “All of you are suspects. You’ve no right to see her.”

“She probably just made that up get back on us for whatever fucking reason!” Yelled Bakugou.

“Yeah?” The male pro-hero disingenuously mused. He then picked up the spy camera and held it for everyone to see, before setting it down the teacher’s podium. “This was found on her closet. Would she risk recording herself naked just to prove that point?”

Noise died down thereafter, setting their sights solemnly at the device, the class collectively having the same thought in regards to the spy camera.

(Why hadn’t they thought of that? It could have been easier to check on you that way, since you almost always confined yourself in the privacy of your own room.)

“So? No one wants to speak up?” Aizawa asked, though expected the silence.

“Aizawa, have them approach you after classes. It’s embarrassing this way.” Midnight intervened.

“Well that’s the point. Get them exposed to the entire class, so everyone could realize how much of a perverted bastard one of these to-be heroes are. Good values, my ass.” He replied, not bothering to filter rather colorful vocabulary. “Where’s your dignity?”

He let a minute or two pass for the perpetrator to reveal themselves, but soon it became apparent that whomever they were refused to admit to their crime, willing to sacrifice the grades of the class for the sake of anonymity. That would be deemed useless, anyway, because Aizawa was already set on figuring out whom they were, no matter the extent he’d go to in order for that to happen. He’d expel them at once.

But he didn’t have the power to expel someone outside of his class.

“I guess that’s it for your test.” He sighed, disgruntled, picking up the small camera and sauntering his way out of the classroom after giving Midnight a look that he was dead serious with marking all of them a failing score. She stared at him in uncertainty, nonetheless abided by his decisions, albeit hesitantly.

Upon ascertaining his absence, Midnight turned to Class 1A, amusement and humor dancing on her seductive countenance.

“Naïve, hormonal teenagers,” she mused, “the closet, really? Couldn’t you have chosen somewhere less conspicuous?”

None of them bothered to tell her that they were truthfully unaware of the incident.

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Hagakure Toru, stealth hero, entered your room silently in the nude, the only proof of her movements being a tinier, different spy camera she’d brought along with her. No, not the closet, you might find it again. It looked so painfully obvious on the desk, too, and neither in the bathroom due to its pale white interior. 

But on the pencil holder situated atop your nightstand would do. You barely moved it, anyway, only having its purpose served as a decoration; something to fill the vacancy of the bedside table. After a few adjustments in camouflaging the device with the environment and making sure the lens displayed the area of your space, Hagakure checked its concealment one more time, before mechanically heading outside and back to her own dorm. 

Her body collided almost violently with her room’s door, snapping her out of her trance. 

“H-huh!? Weird... how’d I end up in my room?” She asked, receiving no answer from particularly anyone.

But Shinso Hitoshi could provide her one, if only he weren’t outside, staring at your terrace from five stories down your room, a gratifying smirk donned on his features. Now, the only thing he had to do was dismantle and relocate the gadgets wirelessly connected with the camera Aizawa had confiscated.