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Sugar

Part 1~

F!READER X PROFESSOR OC

His Info: 📔✨

part 1 2

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: swearing… Surprisingly none? like reader is written for fem! but i don’t think i gendered anything in this part… next part will be F! tho.

!!MINORS DNI!!

“Okay class, sorry I’m late. I’d give you an excuse, but I really could care less.” The professor dropped his sunglasses lazily onto a stack of papers on his desk.

You feel a little disappointed…

He’s Hot. like insanely hot.

but his attitude for teaching your favorite subject just kind of turned you off a little…

Just a little…

You actually have to try and be more upset than you are, his looks are just too distracting.

Actually you’re now more upset that you’re not as upset as you think you should be.

Annnnnd now you realize you haven’t been listening.

Oh god…

Looking at his face makes it even harder to focus on what he’s saying…

What is he saying??

Oh come on Y/N!

Focus on his words!

His words.

His hair is so nice…

“Everyone’s turned to page 23 right? Good. At least you can all do that.” he makes direct eye contact with you briefly, a lazy eyebrow raises ever so slightly.

You shrink back in your seat feeling a little like a child who’s just been scolded.

After class you rush to the bathroom, having drank too much coffee during and before class. You already regretted it halfway through, but you’re stubborn and refused to excuse yourself. You pick your stall, the one furthest in, hoping somehow to avoid other people if they come in.

While sat there you notice some of the stall graffiti… Usually you’d pay it no mind, but something sticks out to you:

“anybody no Prof Reichsgraf’s #?”

under it is a phone number, and under that is a response of:

“don’t call this one it wasa prank :/”

At least you aren’t the only one thirsting over this guy, you think to yourself.

The last response reads:

“Soooo, nybody no his actual @ or #??”

Later that same day, dusk is rolling in over the dark clouds, and you make your way to the coffee shop you saw near your new place.

You aren’t staying in a dorm, you were offered a much cheaper place with a few elderly that you used to volunteer for.

They’re nice people, they even share the food off their table with you. You consider yourself luckier than most, if not everyone.

The quaint tinkle of a silver bell chimes as you enter the place.

Every aspect of it screams mom & pop shop. From the solid oak hand carved counter, to the cute custom red frilled aprons. all the dishes were different. every tea plate under every teacup mix-matched.

“Ah, of course Madame Le Fe,” You hear a very familiar yet deeper voice. Professor Reichsgraf… Is he trying to woo that table of clearly older, and clearly wealthy women? I mean… He’s definitely succeeding. You just didn’t pin him as a sugar baby type.

He double takes looking your way, before excusing himself from their table. The women don’t seem to notice you as the giggle to themselves, eyes glued to his back.

“What are you doing here?!” he hisses, hiding you behind him as he ushers you into the the restrooms’ hallway.

“Um… Getting a tea to go probably. C-can you not touch me?” You push him back, and he relents.

He drags a hand through his gorgeous hair, “You should be… I don’t know?! at a bar or asleep hungover or something! what are you doing here?!” he repeats.

“I already told you i’m getting a tea!” You raise your voice in frustration.

“Shhh! shhh! please! listen, one, maybe two of those milfs out there are definitely going to come back to my place today, don’t let them hear you!” His hissing voice scratching your ears uncomfortably.

“okay, sorry to intrude on your-your… Cougar hunt, Professor.” You straighten your clothes, “I’m just gonna get my tea and leave okay?”

“No.”

“No?” you mimic.

“No. You’re going to leave out this door right here and never ever come back to this tea parlor. I’ll give you extra credit. Which I do not offer. to anyone. Ever.”

“I don’t need extra credit. I have a perfect score. You should know.”

“Ridiculous. I have one perfect score this trimester and it certainly isn’t you.”

“you better start to learn your students names.”

He backs off completely at that, his eyes now the slightest bit wider.

“I’ll just get my tea and go. I’m not gonna bother you or those women. okay? i’m just another customer.”

Your professor straightens his tie, and clears his throat.

“Yes… Fine. That’s… Fine” He can no longer meet your eyes.

You don’t look back as you walk up to the counter and order.

You really aren’t in the mood anymore but you’re too stubborn to just leave like he wanted.

The next day as you walk closer to your previous class you had with professor Reichsgraf, you start to hear to voices. You had forgotten your journal.

“I’ll do anything you want, sir…” a woman is speaking lowly and seductively.

“You know what you have to do…” Your professor responds even lower, his voice sending shivers down your spine even from outside the door.

He snaps, his voice completely changed to that of an angered and disappointed father. “You have to turn in your god damn work on time!”

You hear her make a shrill noise back, before she storms out past you.

You try not to look his way as you hurry in the room to grab your journal from your seat.

“Y/N, looking for this?” he holds it up, his thumb inside the binding, not even trying to hide that he was reading it.

“Y-yessir! sorry I left in a hurry…” your eyes narrow and you rush over to grab it from him.

“Try not to forget such personal belongings in the future.” He continues reading it!

“Ex-excuse me sir! that’s kinda personal!” your voice raises a pitch.

Also, did he say your name earlier?

Nows not the time.

“I see that. It would have been a shame if it had gotten in the wrong hands…” the corners of his lips raise.

You scowl, thinking about who would the wrong hands be?? cause right now he fits the description! “yes….” is all you end up saying.

You hurry over to him to take the book back, and as you reach for it, he holds it higher above his head and brings his free hand up to your chin.

“Huh?” You swallow, “Prof-essor?”

“You do so well in my class… You deserve a reward.” he hums, appraising your lips.

Your heart pounds.

“Come to my place for dinner this weekend.” He says in a way that isn’t asking, it’s demanding.

“Y-yessir…” his eyes are so hypnotizing… You follow his eyes inferring the parts of you he’s inspecting, he meets your gaze, his lids heavy. You couldn’t turn him down.

It feels like you and him are in a dimension all on your own, and time doesn’t exist there. Your body is warming up, and he leans down, inching ever closer…

“I’ll make you a special dinner, to show how proud of you i am.” his words are enough to send electricity down your spine.

He slips his hand down from your chin, caressing your neck, before flowing off of your collar bone.

He puts the book in your hands and leaves you standing there in shock.

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Then Because She Goes

When you leave, I cry on the inside

★ Chapter 11 of 15, 5082 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: !!! mature content, minors please do not interact !!!, smut, thigh riding, edging

<< 10

9 June, 2019

“Fuck,” Este cursed, as a loud sound in the flat below hers caused her to spill a drop of tea on her pants. She quickly wiped it away and got up to grab her beloved Tide pen—drawing on the spot to prevent any staining.

With a film on the TV, it was a quiet morning and a relaxing day off for her. She stayed in comfy clothes, hair tucked away messily in a clip, not worrying about work or bills needing to be paid or how desperately her room needed tidying. Her body had been stationary for most of the morning. It was a deserved laziness, in her opinion. But, a buzz from her phone signalled an incoming text, interrupting her and her tea once more.

matty <3

Sun, 9 Jun at 10:59 AM

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Thinking of you x

It was a photo of a small yellow origami star. He held it delicately between his thumb and middle finger, raising it up in the air in front of his hotel window. Este could see the architecture of the city he stayed in in the background. Germany, I think, she considered, though she couldn’t remember which city.

Sun, 9 Jun at 11:00 AM

:((((((((

Why the sad face

You’re getting all sappy on me and i miss you

Am I being too sweet for your liking??

Yea like chill for a sec

I’m smiling at my phone and everything

Soz x

But you’ve got me doing little crafts alone in my hotel room just because they remind me of you so maybe you should chill

Or maybe be less chill bc why are you never sappy or sweet with me ????? Hm???

hey I’m sweet !!!!!!!!!! Don’t be rude

The star thing is like painfully cute tho how do you expect me to top that

--- 22 June, 2019

Este ★

Sat, 22 Jun at 18:35 PM

Hey, I know it’s been hard lately and that you’ve been busy writing but this poem makes me happy and I think you need some hope at the moment

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Maybe you’ve heard of it already or will think it’s too simple but it's what I want to say to u :)

Matty’s heavy eyes stared at the bright blue light of his screen. The band were closing out on their sixth month of touring, and his head had gotten a bit cloudy. Desperate to get Notes On A Conditional Form out as soon as possible, any free moments they had were spent writing and recording. He poured so much of himself during every show and even more into every song written that not much was left when he was on his own. It was nonstop. Slumps like this were bound to occur while on the road, and now that Matty had healthier ways of coping with them, they weren’t as big of a deal. But they were still there, eating away at his energy—blurring the lines of his self esteem and self hatred.

The poem Este attached was “The Orange” by Wendy Cope. He hadn’t heard of it before. So, he read the words quietly to himself.

“At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—the size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—they got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do. Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list and enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I'm glad I exist.”

Este was right about it being simple. But it was its simplicity that made Matty feel it deeply in his stomach. If he’d been sent such words by any other person in the world, it might have felt patronising—but coming from her, it made sense. There wasn’t anything that he loved more than things, art, that commanded him how to feel. Este knew that. And the words she sent commanded him to find light in the simple things. To bask in the innocence of life. To realise that if he isn’t happy, he’s just human. Fleeting moments of beauty are what matter. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Este ★

Sat, 22 Jun at 19:00 PM

Please never stop sending me stuff

Reading the line “I’m glad I exist” felt so important

Because I am

Especially with you around x

--- 1 July, 2019

Luckily, flying from Stockholm back to Manchester wasn’t very far. So, it was easy for Matty to get on a plane to catch Este’s 28th birthday between his shows. He was a day early, but it was the only chance he had to come see her—so he took it. And somehow managed to keep it a surprise.

With Cate’s help, Matty followed through with his plan to Uber to their flat as soon as he landed; to drop off his stuff, grab food, and set up birthday decorations before walking over to Greenhouse to see Este. A bouquet of variously coloured tulips with brown paper surrounding it was cradled in his arms as he made his way. The sun peeked through the partly cloudy sky, beaming down on his tired state. He shook the nerves out and reached for the door handle.

The familiar chime caught him by surprise, as the seven months it had been since he’d last stepped into the shop forced him to forget that they were there. It brought Este’s attention to the front from her spot in the back corner where she was shelving. Sam poked his head out from the back room in curiosity.

“I heard an ‘Este Manansala’ turns 28 tomorrow…” Matty announced sarcastically before she realised who he was. The look on her face once she did was priceless.

“Oh my god. Shut up,” muttered Este as she weaved through the cramped furniture to embrace him excitedly. A giddy and uncontrollably happy laugh came from her belly had Matty leaned back while they hugged to lift her feet off the orange carpet.

“Happy Birthday, love.” he whispered in her ear before putting her down. Este tried to wipe the dumb smile on her face but failed. She kissed him instead.

Matty tasted like cigarette smoke and smelt of the flowers he held. The month between their last kiss didn’t stop her from recognizing the familiar shape of his lips when they were against hers. It lingered long and deep. They sighed into each other with satisfaction.

“What are you doing here? You’re mad,” reacted Este when they pulled away.

“To take you out on your birthday.” His hand remained on her cheek as he responded, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. “And by ‘take you out’ I mean take you to the food I’ve put on your dining room table.”

“Have you already been by my flat?”

Matty nodded. “Went straight there after I landed. We boarded early, so Cate said I almost caught you before you left.” He laughed at the dumbfounded look on Este’s face as she struggled to accept the fact that he was real and face-to-face with her. His arms extended to shove the flowers into her grasp. Tulips were her favourite.

“Are you going to introduce me?” His finger pointed at Sam. “Or will you just stare at me with your mouth open right in front of your boss?”

She snapped out of it and turned to face the blond shop owner.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. Sam, this is Matty. My, um, my—”

“Nice to meet you, mate. I’ve been in here a couple times over the years and seen you then, but I’m glad to be formally introduced, I guess,” interrupted Matty.

It was a bit odd that he cut her off so quickly, as the timing allowed her to almost hear his fear of the topic—audibly in his voice. Her smile faltered slightly as the two men made small talk, and she spiralled silently about what she could’ve said. I should’ve just stopped at ‘This is Matty,’ instead of trying to explain who he is, thought Este. Did Matty think I was going to say he was my boyfriend? Do I want him to be my boyfriend? Does the idea of me thinking he’s my boyfriend scare him?

Her ears perked and she snapped back into the conversation when Matty mentioned that they should be taking off soon.

“Food might be getting cold by now, E. We should get going,”

“Matty, it’s half two.” She looked over at Sam for confirmation that she couldn’t just leave in the middle of her shift, but was met with a smug smile instead.

“Go on.” he encouraged with little explanation.

“Who’s going to look after the—“

“Oliver’s on his way. He wanted extra hours this week anyway.”

Guilt settled into Este’s chest. “You didn’t have to call him in and make him rush over just for me, Sam. I feel terrible,”

“I didn’t call him in. I put him down for a three o’clock start when I made his schedule last month.” Sam reassured, as he came around the counter to stand in front and lean on it. He crossed his arms, waiting for Este to accept that he had been in on the plan to let her off early.

But, she didn’t let down. “Then why would you schedule me as well?”

“Jesus Christ Este, to surprise you! Now please leave, I’m begging. I can’t take this any longer,” Sam said while laughing in her face and forcing her towards the door. “Happy early birthday.”

“How long have you had this planned?” asked Este, turning to Matty and waiting for a response.

“A while. Any more questions, or can we go?”

Este’s arm tangled within Matty’s as they walked the few blocks back home along the pavement. Her work bag was slung over his shoulder as she held the tulips and sniffed them occasionally for the comfort of their fresh smell. Now that the shock had disappeared and she had the time to fully take in his appearance, Este smiled at his outfit. The Vans tied round his feet were paired with a bright and fitted graphic tee, tucked into high-waisted green trousers.

“You’re staring at me.”

A giggle escaped her lips as her and Matty turned down her street and approached her flat. “Am I not allowed to?” she argued.

He shrugged, with a smile. “I don’t mind. Just want to know why.”

“Dunno, really. You’re just pretty. And I like your outfit.”

Her keys jingled when she pulled them out of her pocket to let them into the building. As they stepped in and through the next couple of doors, soon finding and pressing the ‘up’ button for the lift, Matty said, “You know, you’d think I’d be weird about you calling me ‘pretty’, but it actually felt quite nice.”

“I can call you ‘pretty’ more often, if you want. I think of it all the time, so I’d just have to start letting you know when I do,” Este suggested, turning her doorknob and entering her place.

There was a banner of letters that spelled out ‘happy birthday’ delicately strung across the wall that sat above the dining room table. The decoration was slightly crooked, but colourful and iridescent—so the sun pouring in through the window bounced off of them and shone glittery reflections all over the room. Floaty balloons were trapped against the ceiling with their strings hanging downwards at different lengths. A vase of water was the centrepiece, ready to be the home for the tulips that Este still held as she looked around. Her eyes travelled to everything else littered on the table; noticing the handful of tall tapered candles whose colours matched that of the flowers, confetti scattered across the surface of the stained wood, a bottle of wine, and a couple of takeaway bags.

A nervous Matty stood behind and waited for her to say something. When silence remained, as she continued to search for ways to thank him, he filled the space by slinging his arm around her shoulder and rubbing it gently.

Bringing his face next to hers, Matty asked, “Do you like it?” and pecked her temple.

“Does the general public know that you’re this soft of a bloke?”

He shook his head at her inability to take things seriously. “They’ll catch on eventually.”

Este laughed and turned to him, grabbing his chin, pulling it towards her to give him a kiss on the cheek back. “It’s perfect. You have a good eye,”

“Cate helped pick everything out. I’m not the best decorator. But she was busy dealing with the helium tank to fill all the balloons so I ended up laying everything out by myself in a rush. That’s why it looks a bit shit.” Matty explained, pointing at the crooked letters on the wall.

“Stop it,” she insisted, unwrapping the tulips to dip their stems in the vase and complete the decor. “There’s nothing ‘shit’ about you. It would’ve been enough even if you’d shown up empty handed and sat on the sofa with me all night.”

Stepping closer to the table to copy her, Matty unpacked the food he’d ordered for them. He uncorked the bottle and poured a glass of wine for each of them. She sat down, getting comfortable and increasingly hungry as her stomach rumbled. Hearing its noises and laughing, the two of them dug in.

Once their plates were scraped clean, Matty threw out a “Room for cake?” while a smile sat on his face, knowing they were both too stuffed to even sniff something sweet.

She cradled her full belly, slouching in her chair. “I can’t bring myself to turn down cake but I’m frightened that like, anatomically, it won’t fit in here.”

Matty got up and walked to the fridge to fetch it anyway. “Let's just do the whole ‘sing and blow out the candles’ thing. We can eat it later.”

The white box was set on the table. He let her open the lid and slide out the dessert herself. It was a small heart-shaped cake with light green and white piped icing, reading ‘Happy 28th Este’ across the top. Bright maraschino cherries lined its edge. She grinned at how perfect and delicate it was. A 2 and an 8 candle were peeled out of their package by Matty, who stuck them into the icing, getting a bit on his finger in the process and licking it. Once a match was struck and the wicks were ignited, Matty sang the classic song to her gently.

“Happy birthday to you,” he finished with the last line, maintaining eye contact from across the table.

Este’s brown irises glowed a honey colour from the warmth of the flickering fire, while her cheeks ached from the smile plastered onto it that refused to leave. Looking down to the cake to avoid confronting Matty’s phone that now pointed up at her as he took a picture, she paused to make a wish. He admired her through his screen. A couple of seconds passed before she finally blew out the flames.

As expected, they couldn’t bear the idea of eating a slice. So, they packed it up into its box and placed it back in her fridge, continuing to clean their lunchtime mess, collecting the dishes in the sink and tucking their seats in. But, Matty knew that the corny birthday celebrations weren’t over just yet—he still had her small pile of wrapped presents sat next to his bag, which he then picked up and brought over.

“You really didn’t need to get me anything. All of this is so great already,” she complained, guilty that she hadn’t done anything for his birthday, and gesturing to everything he’d done so far.

They found comfort on her fluffy sofa as he shook his head.

“It’s just something small. Don’t worry.” reassured Matty, who set the three rectangular gifts in her lap. They were similar in shape and size, individually & messily wrapped in patterned paper. He watched as Este’s apprehensive fingertips ripped through the material and revealed what was beneath it.

Of course they’re books, she thought, smiling at how predictable the two of them were. But, what she saw next caught her by surprise. As the other two got unwrapped, Este came to realise that they were all books she had been desperate to read. The shock came from the fact that she hadn’t ever mentioned the titles to Matty, and that as she flipped through them, they were written in. Sticky tabbed, underlined, and starred lines jumped out to catch her attention. Her mouth remained agape for a minute.

“How did you know that I’ve been wanting these?”

“Just looked at that app you showed me during Big Weekend. Came in handy,” he explained. “I picked the five from your ‘to read’ list that seemed the most interesting to me but only ended up getting to finish these three.”

“See, I told you it’s useful.” She laughed in disbelief as she inspected each novel. “Did you really read all of these and write in them for me?”

Matty nodded, grabbing one and looking through it himself. “They’re all great. Helped quiet down my thoughts, I think, since they’ve been too loud lately. Plus, they’re kind of like letters—everything I marked as important or stand-out, and every note I wrote in the margins was done with you in mind. Written for you. It made it fun,”

Este pulled him in for an embrace, squeezing him with delight. A couple of repeated pecks landed on his cheek.

“This is so thoughtful of you, Matty. I don’t know what to say,”

He kissed her once she finished speaking. Her lips had a minty flavour to them.

“So what did you wish for? When you blew out your candles?” Matty wondered aloud, while turning sideways and crossing his legs over one another, to face her fully.

Este copied him. “It won’t come true if I tell you,” she defended, “But there is something I was thinking of getting for my birthday.”

“And what’s that?”

“Do you know of a good piercer around here?”

Less than ten minutes later, Matty and Este found themselves walking side by side into the heart of downtown Manchester. Affleck’s was their destination; and the journey was short and sweet. She’d explained to him that she loved the adrenaline of getting pierced and was in the mood for some change. Since The Studio, the piercing and tattoo parlour within the beloved market, took walk-ins, they wasted no time before heading out of the flat with determination.

It was the early evening on a Monday, so there weren’t many people around, and there wasn’t a wait to get seen by a piercer. A couple of waivers were signed before Este winced in pain from the needle going through the cartilage between her nostrils.

Matty held her hand while it happened and hissed painfully alongside her as she squeezed his fingers to brace herself. The minute he complained that she was hurting him, Este gave him a death stare as the needle still sat in her nose and the piercer prepared the jewellery for insertion. Clearly her pain was a bit more intense than his. He got the message.

After it was done, she was handed a mirror to take a look. Este liked the symmetry of the new silver hoop that went through her septum; how it balanced out the weight of the plethora of jewellery stacked on either of her ears. She grinned at her reflection.

“I love it, thank you so much!” said Este, to the piercer. She then looked over to Matty, waiting for his opinion. He reached out to flick a piece of fluff out of her hair, lovingly.

“You’re like my little bull.”

There were stars in his eyes.

With their mission accomplished, they wandered around the rest of the shops without any intention of buying anything else. Her arm was linked with his. They pointed at mannequins clad in heinous clothing to make fun of them and people watched.

“Want to see something funny?” asked Matty as they approached a stairwell far too familiar to him.

“Depends on what it is.”

He dragged her up the first flight and Este’s eyes scanned over its walls. Every inch was covered in posters. A certain one caught her eye, and she instantly knew what he was referencing. Young Ross, Adam, Matty, and George were displayed on an angsty black and white poster near the floor, casually accompanied by ones of David Bowie, The Smiths, and Bob Dylan. Este couldn’t help but laugh at how different Matty looked in the dramatically contrasted shot.

“My god, look at the state of your hair!” she teased.

“A lot of people actually want me to bring the shaved sides back, you know.”

She stepped back and held her phone up, gesturing for him to pose for a picture next to the silly anecdote, still laughing. “I can’t even recall how many times I’ve walked up these stairs without even noticing your little face down there.”

Matty kept a straight face and held up his hand in a thumbs-down position for her photo. “I like to come here whenever I’m in town and have the time to. Seems to get smaller every time.”

“Okay, granddad.”

Their legs grew tired of sauntering around with no objective, so soon enough, they collapsed back onto Este’s sofa. She lazily put something random on the telly and sprawled her legs across Matty’s lap—laying down while he sat upward. Rhythmic circles were traced onto the skin right above her ankles by his fingertips as they happily relaxed in the privilege of doing nothing, but together. The lack of plans helped them appreciate every minute passing; how they somehow seemed to pass by slower and feel sweeter as they sat in each other’s company.

In need of the toilet, Este forced herself to leave the nestled position they’d spent the recent hours in. The chill enveloping Matty after her body warmth was no longer draped across him made him frown. But, she came back quickly, and wasn’t even gone long enough to need to ask him what she’d missed on the episode of Bake Off that flashed on her TV screen.

Returning to Matty and the sofa, she decided to sit on top of him. Her knees were on either side of his hips. He smirked at her forward and suddenly bold demeanour as his hands found themselves on Este’s arse. They were comfortable there.

“Have a good wee?” Matty asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, great actually. Thanks.” Her fingers combed through the long and shaggy section of his hair, near the front, to part it down the centre and tuck the curls behind his ears. Seeing more of his face was the goal in her action. “You look pretty.” she repeated, from earlier. Matty’s smirk morphed into a closed-mouth smile at the sound of her niceties.

“I feel pretty with you on top of me.” he retaliated, suspending the suggestive mood she initiated.

Este’s hands remained on either side of his neck when he brought her lips down to meet his. They moved against one another delicately, but both wanted more. It was only a matter of time before the lust between them escalated the heat of the moment. So, she deepened their kiss, pulling Matty in closer and shifting her hips to feel more of him and humming in the process. She winced when his nose brushed against hers and her fresh piercing, but it didn’t stop her.

The friction she created over his bulge made him groan. He pinched the skin at her waist with greed as his hands crept beneath her top. It only encouraged Este to continue with her fluid movements, his pants growing tighter.

As much as Matty wanted to revel in the pleasure of his girl hovering above him—one of his favourite places for her to be—he considered the fact that it was her birthday. Her day. The thought made him want to try something new.

“Can I make you feel good?” he whispered, breaking their lips apart for air and to squeeze his question into the muggy air.

She nodded against him, beginning to climb off of his lap to lay on her back; assuming Matty wanted to go down on her. But, he stopped her before she could. Instead, he just sat up straighter, nearer to the edge of the cushion beneath them, and used his hands to position her straddle over only one of his legs. He wanted Este to ride his thigh.

They didn’t bother taking off any of their clothes. His hands guided her back and forth, her eyes fluttering shut in indulgence as the seam of her shorts and the pressure of his leg pressed against her clit. She bit back a moan with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“Let me hear you, E.” encouraged Matty. Obliging, the next roll of her hips dragged a string of profanity out of her throat. “That’s better.”

The tightness in her lower stomach grew. Hot breath cycled between them as they breathed through their mouths during the lulls that found their lips no longer tangled together. Este could feel his hard-on when the top of her thigh came forward to graze it, growing wetter and closer to her climax by the second. She was a mess, and putty in Matty’s hands.

His eyes were glued to her. The way she moved and moaned his name with determination drove him insane, and made it hard for him to ignore the throbbing in his pants. Her face dropped into his neck, scratching at his skin softly with her teeth as she whined.

“Harder,” Este muttered, clearly getting close. He listened to her command and used his hands to bring her heat along his leg with aggression. The increased force made her cry out into him, head still hidden beneath his jaw.

Matty let her moans heighten in pitch, feeling her start to shake against him. But, suddenly, his hands slowed down her movements. “No,” he told her, “Not yet.”

Cruelly, he deprived her of the feeling she was chasing. A gentler and slower pace continued, much to Este’s dismay, as she quietly begged for more.

“Matty, please,” fell from her lips with desperation.

In response, he began building up the pressure, but at a snail’s pace. Her hips buckled forward in attempts for any pleasure she could get.

“Ask me one more time, baby.”

Her thick hair fell around her face, sticking to her sweaty skin as her head spun. “I need to come. Please, let me,” she forced out to him between her heavy breathing, and as soon as Matty heard her words, he tightened his grip and encouraged her hips to move faster. The sudden boom of resistance on her sensitive core drew more noises from her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Este could almost see stars. Only a couple seconds of him grinding her against him and uttering filth into her ear finally brought her to her orgasm, the convulsed muscles in her abdomen releasing their pressure. A wet patch soaked through her shorts and onto Matty’s when she moaned his name. The two of them slowed to a stop to catch their breath and kiss hungrily once more. A giddy expression couldn’t be wiped from her face if she tried.

When she gained a bit of her composure back, still sat on Matty’s lap, she took note of the almost concerning amount of sweat that encompassed their skin and the now dirty clothing they were wearing. “I think I need a shower,” Este decided.

Matty scoffed. “You’re going to leave and take a shower? When this is what you did to me?” he pointed to his crotch in disbelief. He was painfully hard.

Giggling and with a shrug, she responded, “Then come with.”

--- 2 July, 2019

That night, they washed the perspiration off of each other (after the shower head Este promised) and threw on comfy clothes. Both exhausted, they planned on climbing into her bed—but when Matty caught The Goonies popping up on the TV out in the lounge, they ended up staying awake.

Not for much longer, though. They must have only seen ten minutes of the cult classic film before dozing off and spending the night with their jumbled limbs squished together on the sofa. Aching muscles were a theme of the morning that followed.

It was reasonably early when they woke. Matty remembered to wish Este happy birthday the minute he learned she was conscious, showering her face in playful pecks. She didn’t want to do anything more with her day though, and thought yesterday was kind enough for him to plan. A quiet day in with Matty by her side was what she wanted. So they did exactly that, and stayed round her flat to do more nothings. It was peaceful. It was needed.

The annoying thing was that Este didn’t allow him to smoke in the house. When it was a joint, cracking a window was fine—as she frequently did so herself—but she forced him to take his cigarettes outside. As Matty needed another one, she followed him down, to soak up all of him she could get.

But, in the back of her mind, Este knew she was looking for a moment to be serious with him. Have a conversation about what had been fogging her conscience since he surprised her at Greenhouse the previous day.

Leaning against the wall of her building while he took a drag next to her, she mustered up the courage.

“So,” she started quietly, “Do you see other people?”

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scarefox · 1 year ago

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Had to force feed Maya again and just wanted to show how I do it (she's fine now).

what happened?

I noticed the last time she ate was in the morning, she's just laying or sitting around and she refused treats -> my test to see if something is wrong, since they always take treats even if they are lazy

her body felt a bit shaky

she held her head up as if she was focusing on something. For better / controlled breathing? to act as if she's fine? (buns hide illnesses) she behaved unusual

feeling her belly it was soft, no cramping but her stomach felt empty

(hard belly and cramping are signs of constipation somewhere in their digestive system -> don't force feed !!!)

why is not eating bad for buns?

their digestive system stops moving if they stop eating for too long

the stuff in their stomach starts building gases which makes them bloating up (rabbits can't fart or burp so that's gonna be painful at minimum or turn critical)

they start feeling sick (which makes them even less motivated to eat), their body temperature goes lower, their immune system shuts down at some point

they die from it if it's not getting fixed (don't know why nature invented such a dumb system)

common causes I had with all my buns over the years

too much fur ingested due to fur changing season (clogged system -> don't force feed!!!)

did eat too much too fast (clogged system -> don't force feed!!!)

didn't eat enough (stomach starts bloating, bun feels sick and too uncomfy to eat)

tooth spikes when their teeth grow (as they constantly do) in wrong directions (force feeding is good here but teeth have to get fixed by a vet)

didn't drink enough on a hot day -> dehydration (bun feels sick and too uncomfy to eat, stomach starts bloating)

some illness or meds side effect that causes dizziness or nausea (bun feels sick and too uncomfy to eat, stomach starts bloating)

-> but I think Maya was dehydrated cause today was very hot and she's currently taking heart meds that can cause nausea and loss of appetite.

Tho she was obviously hungry / thirsty as you can see in the video. She's more or less taking the food willingly. If she hates it (like meds...) she fights back more and takes forever to swallow too. Sometimes she or Caramel lets it drip out of their mouth. But she still refused to eat the mash on her own. It's special hay & herbs powder mix + water for force feeding sick animals (sometimes I mix it with lukewarm herbal tea). The stuff in the syringe is the same just with more water to get it in.

+ I gave her some meds that eliminates the bloating and bubbling in the stomach. I had some from the vet still. But there are meds for human babies that I get usually: Sab Simplex. It works the same and you can't overdose that one. It will not cause any side effects and just leaves the body on the natural way if it's too much (tho 1ml per 1kg bun is enough).

Usually the whole treatment has to be repeated every 2h till the bun is fine again.

The way I am holding her:

it's working damn good with all my buns. I found that technique in a yt video years ago. Basically holding the upper body up, shielding their bum with your elbow and body so they can't escape backwards. And if the bun turns their head away you can stop them with your shoulder or the fingers of the holding hand. The syringe / whatever feeding tool you have needs to go inside their mouth behind their front teeth if they are unwilling to take it. If they are willing they might drink it normally from the front. You gotta give them small doses with breaks, time to swallow and to calm down too.

Oh and it's very helpful to put them on places (table, chair) that is unfamiliar to them, so they are more cautious to move fast. And they need something under their feet that makes them not slip away.

At the end I was checking her belly again to make sure it's still soft and not hard. Soft is good~ And massaging their belly helps with restarting the movement in there.

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In this case today she basically just needed a jump start to eat & drink again. I gave her like 3 syringes full till she voiced discomfort (chattering of teeth). Right after the treatment she started eating on her own. She's fine now, is more agile again and even takes treats again.

[This is all based on my own experiences and what I learned from vets over the years. Don't do any of this if you are not sure and are inexperienced -> go to a vet then]

#accidentally wrote a whole essay but didn't want to leave questions open #my bunnies #bunnies #rabbits #sick pet

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nicohischier · 6 months ago

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get to know me

tagged by: @hischiersjohnston thank you bestie

didn't tag anyone* due to my chronic fear of being annoying but pls snoop all you like

do you make your bed? no, i'm simply way too lazy in the morning to make my bed.

favourite number? 8! i was born on 8/8 so i guess the number just stuck out to me lol

what’s your job? i'm currently in that super fun period of being recently graduated with no prospects, no experience, and no network. also a lot of anxiety. i'm working on it.

if you could go back to school, would you? yeah. i still might go back in a few years to do education or something.

can you parallel park? once upon a time i could, but now i don't drive (classic lack of car woes) so i'm pretty comfortable in saying i can't parallel park anymore.

do you think aliens are real? yes, absolutely. i'm not saying i believe that there's a whole civilized society hanging out a few billion light years away, but the category of aliens extends into every living life form, no matter how insentient or microscopic. the universe is simply too vast for me to even entertain the idea that earth is the only planet or other celestial body capable of sustaining plant life or single cell organism or whatnot.

can you drive a manual car? no! tbh at this point it's been so long since i've drove period, that idk if i'm even allowed to say i can drive an automatic lmao

guilty pleasure? i cannot deny that i have spent money on genshin to get characters/weapons and while i fully acknowledge that i've given into the gacha trap, i spend responsibly and never in excess. it's a game i genuinely love and i do believe that adults are free to spend their money wherever they wish. some people buy cigarettes, i buy little anime characters.

tattoos? world's saddest no. i would like to get some tho, i'm just generally the type of person who gets super invested in something for a while and then drops it after a while, which includes tattoo ideas. right now i'm flirting with the cassiopeia constellation (name of my favourite kpop groups fandom), "we don't need the memories" which is a team motto from haikyuu, line art of a cat because i'm a cat person, and some others with personal significance. and some more fandom ones. but fandom ones are finicky so. shrug.

favourite colour? i do dearly love the colour red. also a big fan of taupe, which is. probably the most boring answer i could give. "oh yeah my favourite colour? beige." god.

favourite type of music? to the surprise of hopefully none of you, i'm a kpop fan. i also really love whatever genre of music guys like alexander stewart and lewis capaldi make.

do you like puzzles? yes so much! i got so into a puzzle the other day that i was up until 5am doing it like i fr just didn't notice how long i was doing it 😭

any phobias? i used to have such a bad fear of spiders. now it's just big ones that freak me out or ones that are on me. i'm working on getting over it though. bugs in general make me feel a bit sick to me stomach tho i won't lie.

favourite childhood sport? i used to be a gymnastics kid lol. was super into pro gymnasts for a little bit, but generally it was a sport i preferred actually doing.

do you talk to yourself? yes and it's so embarrassing because i fucking do it in public without realizing. one day i was in the bookstore talking myself through choosing a book to buy when someone turned the corner and was like "oh! it's just you!". that was almost my 13th reason i am so fucking serious.

tea or coffee? tea if it's hot, coffee if it's cold.

first thing you wanted to be when growing up? wanted to be a vet soooo bad. then i grew up and realized how scary chemistry and biology are and figured maybe i would leave that to the science brained people 😭

what movies do you adore? well my letterboxd top movies are inception, les miserables, the outsiders, and the old guard which is. sorta accurate. the first three are definitely true. i could slot miracle (2004), brokeback mountain, legally blonde, kingsman, etc. into my fave movies list over TOG if i'm being honest but. yknow how it is.

tagging: @sportsnet tyler do this or else.

#*anyone excluding tyler bc i always force tyler to at least consider doing every tag game i get tagged in #thanks for the tag bree <3 #tagged #not hockey

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otakebi-cam-wao · 2 years ago

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okay so... JL x RWBY movie latinamerican spanish dub...

i do like to compare dubs to the original voices and ussually enjoy content in both ways SO...

i'll give my opinion on voices just bout rwby characters, i'm to lazy to think bout DC characters cuz i do not care about it a lot...

but i care bout sound work A LOT and i have my own weird mind thingy with adaptations from one language to another, so, all that here

I feel like Ruby's voice needed more emotion sometimes.

Also lower, fits more with the earlier volumes voice

Yang's seems fitting being kinda lower...?

Blake's voice isn't mentally hard to make fail to who ever I've listen being over 20

Blake has 2 moms in this dub ( the line says "la jefa Ghira nos tiene en alerta máxima desde la muerte de Sienna Khan" instead of "el jefe Ghira (...)" ) i guess is the spanish common thing that names ended with an A are "woman's names".

there's a weird reverb effect in Kali's voice when she sais (only) "Blake" (yes, only with the "Blake" part, sounds so off with the rest of the phrase) when getting into the room with the tea.

Weiss' voice seems a bit too high, but still fitting but, seems way too high pitched when arguing with Jacques damn, i hated that change...

i know "dust" in spanish is literally "polvo" BUT IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD!!!!

I get not keeping the phonetics of english, but, Mistral to (spanish phonetics) Mistrol and Vacuo to (again, spanish phonetics) Vacua?

But Batman at one point does says Vacuo (in spanish phonetics)... i hate inconscistence on these things more than even stories.

at this point i do really need to say bout just ONE DC character voice, DAMN SUPERMAN'S VOICE IN SPANISH IS ANNOYING AF for his character.

Menagerie's name was saved

Nora's voice is pretty good imo but i feel it misses something...

Nora's laugh in spanish is scarier...? something

Ren's "he's fine" in spanish (él está bien) is way too dry damn, i think if you remove the "él" and make more annoyed-ish voice would be better

Oscar's so high pitched... like even younger.

I change my opinion on Nora's cuz the "i want to see you try" sounds like they changed who ever did the voice wtf

The point above this one is like recurrent a lot...

As the time passes Weiss' voice gets lower? I'm confused... It feels like so.

Did they changed Grimm to just "Sombras" (personally idk how to try to translate Grimm, so, i can't give a suggestion either... but the change...)

WAIT, for Blake's explanation "Grimm" was used. I HATE INCONSISTENCY

I haven't talked bout Jaune's sorry, it's like lower not a lot, less dummy, but nice, I could keep listening with this voice, it does lack emotion sometimes tho.

Ruby's went to low for the moment the wybern multiply after the fight.

Pyrrha's might be the best choice here (it's a bit lower, but i accept it gives me that calm i have with)

DAMN, you couldn't add the fricking FX chain for Pyrrha's voice there?! The emotionless was on point, but it loses the point without that FX chain!!!

okay small DC voices opinion here: I'm guessing these people are common actors for their content, cuz they're like the best ones (superman's the exception)... i just wonder if everyone got the same script cuz y'all already read me

THANKS FOR GIVING THE EMOTION NEEDED TO RUBY'S "WEISS!" in any other way i would have cried

"This dub is generic" is what some friends said, it is, isn't good, isn't bad... well it's a bit bad in my opinion

Better voices in my opinion? Jaune, Ren, Blake and Yang probably, the other's i felt more inconsistencies in tones or emotions, at some points (maybe it's cuz I'm analizing this at times, and finished it at 1:47am) you might feel every girl has the same voice (as in a very similar way)

the audio editors had fails with FXs imo.

is an enjoyable dub? not that much for me, they could got a better one...

my question tho: where the voice actors in spanish paid not enough to do this with all the love for the work? is it that WB/DC's choice of studios is just like this? I've read they had to remake the boys' dub with another studio in another country

NOW BOUT THE MOVIE

I dunno shit bout DC, so i need context, and anyone who's knows nothing bout RWBY would need context as well... So to start looking for either thing... kinda hard (tho i know DC has, as well as Marvel, like 382547854669857473 Universes, even one with Mortal Kombat, so i don't really care in that place)

I found kinda boring not using more of Remmnant, but IT MAKES SENSE THEY DIDN'T! and we have better fight scenes anywhere else.

I found it very fun tho, very enjoyable and because of the question at the end, i got more intrigued; so yes, i'm lowkey excited for part 2.

Now just cuz "why not?" i'm gonna try to read this crossover's comics.

#this post will be idk how much on my drafts #rwby x justice league #rwby #rwby in spanish

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libidomechanica · 8 months ago

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brazen tears. Blown, I scarce upon her air,—haste away; if Susan she uphold jar with they have loves, the but with scarce extender day to sink to me: I bring idle dream’d at lass, she roll a wood. Light I needs that mate; for in nor will yet Men with whoever befalls,

or limb, whether Johnny goes a quick Dreams: the heaven, and of him, calls! Why art winne of earthly give alone hanging men: They despise meet a wife—I lie, to reachably death the port and poet’s smile, nor peace. Still usher’d I have the death rose upon thy roved,

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from piety count there as they run; death: yea having smiles, by so fair, poor guidance in bush again to roam the patron brief minutive. Me, weary, wayworn bosom assays, to write away, and wood, descent. That to its wreath, amid heraldries, arise! The

epopee, that steel us as still see there, ye’re ripe, the earn’d in the spirit as I cannot his all ring to deep lost in the ground: calm in a message knight, that haven’s growing written poets round of stone. Death the bright the healthy Son’s trance ages to burst of them

and the said she water play at anchor an altars whom a tract for thee so find there must friend, a lords, day, without; the half a heav’n seize and tremble creeps the mouth, forsoothe ape and for though he observile close the Poet the wildly: let men and that doth not,

where was pleasure I? When paper—even as Gods decrees, they do thee with whom they sight. With light-blue is darkness, that I am no Womb of fall; all we must has man will lisp, though the song these hand, tumbling, and hew the dale, and join’d each draw so lose world’s wife—to scorn

em all, at with me? The blow, and fears should have come into those wore he had he wakes; for ever yet, alas! From on the moor. And my recognise to gainst your sweet springs from the studding the same cliffs, and whose master—not till galloping smile, I’ve might, from orb of

fix’d with that I countenance, no, never tower is to the Shah Salámán have not but breaking the summer into the moor. His tender bands so much the appeare: but some had I every face: now degrading still not I trust is those where must be; but mine.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #118 texts #ballad

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lilyyx0 · 8 months ago

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yes!! just read billie's interview. and omfg? girl is wild. 'm so excited for the new album like omg omg. and the interview is so good. love the way she was comfortable enough to speak about her masturbating !! and her saying she wanted her face in a vagina....? ma'am. excuse me. what. i.

also !! i listened to the songs you recommended me and wrote some notes:

steeeam is such a cute song ?? the singer's voice kind of reminds me of clairo!! <3

faustian bargain... the lyrics? they're so beautiful. and avangeline's voice is so pretty. :((

lilith's lyrics are so beautiful. i love the way avangeline writes. but this song isn't really my cup of tea? it reminds me of ldr tho !! :3

crimson tears isn't really the kind of music i listen to, but it's not bad. i really like the beat !!

and about "mutt" she's not singing in the perspective of a literal dog. it's more of like... "a sweet confession of devotion and submission" sophie meiers described it. like, loving someone like a dog – means you'll be there for them forever, love them forever. you know? she says it's a sort of "thank you for taking me in! i'll be here if you ever need me". <33 (from the genius lyrics page !!)

and about you being scared to fail or too lazy to study. i feel you !! 'm a highschool dropout and i sometimes regret it but also the school system was not for me at all... so i had to stop. :(( now it's so hard for me to find a course or internship. 'm always so scared of failing as an adult aaah. (i wanna work at a bookshop but want to get more experience first!!) but also. each time i fail, i know i always get up. like each time i got rejected for an internship, i was down for a few weeks until i picked myself back and went to another library etc. it's ok to fail !! doesn't mean you should stop pursuing what you wanna do. <33

and i'll watch arcane in the next few days !!! and watch the movie you told me about tomorrow night if i can find it. :))

i never read any of rupi's poetry as its just not my type. (i have a hard time reading poetry honestly haha) but thank you for sharing them !! (and you can try to find the English versions on secondhand websites? like vinted!!)

and yay!! 'm tulip nonnie <33 so so cute. you're so sweet omg :(( 🌷 how was your day btw!!

aww, I'm sooo happy that you listened to the music I recommended!! actually, many people say that Saint Avangeline's music is similar to Lana's music, because SA was also motivated by Lana's music, but unfortunately she also gets a lot of hate for that :(

ouuh, m' sorry, I only saw on tiktok that someone talked about it being from a dog's perspective, but according to them I was wrong, sorry again! :(

About school.. I understand you, because it's not good to study in a place where you don't feel good:( but I believe in you and I'm sure you'll find a great bookstore soon!! <33

I hope you'll like Arcane and Semmelweis, I'm so excited about your opinion!! ^^

about my books: I will probably look for them somewhere in English:)

thank you so much, 🌷nonnie!! <33

btw, I'm so sorry that I was only able to answer you now, I fell asleep😭

yesterday was very tiring because of school, but I will talk about my day today if something interesting happens!! and how was your day?

#lily's 🌷anon #lily is yapping

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Hi there ! I want to know more about shifting . I had heard about shifting , but like never got in to it yk.. what I mean . I just had a thought shift to a reality were there's zombie apocalypse , just for fun 👀 nothing serious about it . Ngl I'm pretty confused about all those methods and like dr / cr scripts . Like is it even important to scrip !?!!! 😩 cause I'm lazy as hell . Any suggestions ?

hi!!

so the first thing i wanna say when it comes to shifting is it is very real. and you need to know that it is. whatever reality your are shifting too is very tea all the people around you have thoughts and feelings and everything that happens to you is real.

why i’m saying this is because you said how you had the thought of shifting to a zombie apocalypse and even tho you said it’s just for fun and not to be taken seriously with something like that kind of dr you have to know and understand what your getting yourself into.

from what i’ve seen and have heard from people who are new to shifting or only have the knowledge from 2020 when most of it was lies and propaganda most people have misconceptions about shifting and the fact they wanna shift to some low key dangerous places and places that could cause trauma in the dr. anything that you receive in you dr that is trauma wise with be translated back here to your cr. so you just want to be careful where you wanna shift too.

and i’m not saying that you shouldn’t shift to a zombie apocalypse dr or anything like that. i just want you to be aware of what’s going to happen and like what your signing yourself up for. and worse comes to worse if you don’t like the dr you don’t have to shift to it again

to the trauma thing i was talking about a bit ago the biggest thing in 2020 was scripting out that you can’t bring back trauma to your cr. which is completely wrong. if something is happening in real time in your dr and it’s something that is really crazy and traumatic it will be a memory and when you shift back your gonna know it happened

now methods is all about what’s comfortable for you. there’s so many to choose from weather you wanna do an awake or a sleep method there’s so many to pick from. i haven’t shifted yet and i’ve been trying since 2020. so for me a lot of the things for shifting now are still new to me. from my personal experience i’ve always done sleep methods and i’ve tried many the one that i have personally had the most symptoms with the raven method and it the first method i’ve ever tried since the start of my shifting journey and i’ve always gotten some pretty heavy symptoms. but you honestly just have to do your own research on different methods and start testing a few. it’s honestly all about trial and error. but if you choose a method you want to stick to it for a little bit before you switch so you can get used to it and see if it does anything for you.

with that being said you don’t need to have a method either. a good non method method would be the intention method. it’s pretty much you set the intention that you will shift and you fully believe that you will shift when you fall asleep.

now scripts are just like methods. you don’t really need one. a script just helps you get al your thoughts and ideas in one spot. it helps you get the basics down of what you want for your dr. again you don’t need one tho because your subconscious already knows what you want. even if you wanna make a script just so you have the basics it’s good to have you don’t need like a crazy script to have what you want. even tho people do have some amazing scripts that are long but it’s just because they like having down everything so that can read it over. i know for me when i get really into a show/movie and i start scripting i start to really get into it and it’s usually long as hell and super detailed. but again you don’t really need one.

i know there’s some script creators on tiktok where they have premade scrips for shows,movies, books, ect. and you can just copy them and start editing it to put down all your information.

i hope this helped and if you have any more questions let me know and i will help you the best i can

<3 happy shifting

#shifting realities #shifting #shifting reality

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HEY THAT 🗿 ANON EARLIER OK I DIDNT NOTICE THE OPEN TIL END OF JULY THING OMG- 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS

⊱ What nickname would you call your lover?

Sorry for this but babe (🤢) and love, prolly a nickname for them too

⊱ What are your hobbies?

I really like to draw, read, and write (my fanfiction sideblog hiding in the corner rn...)

⊱ What's your perfect date idea?

Going out to get coffee or something and cuddling

⊱ What's something you hate in others? (like a personality trait or behavior for example)

Definitely apathy, people who brag wayyy too much, and victim blamers

⊱ What are yours main 3-5 (or more if you want!) personality traits?

my self confidence is like a metronome between high and low 😍, I think I'm funny, I can insult people without noticing i hurt their feelings, I'm really self-conscious and I'm touch starved (but sort of scared to initiate touch due to past experiences), I make jokes to cope with how much I hate myself and I'm pretty sensitive

⊱ What's activity/hobby do you like?

Tbh dancing and singing is sick but that's all of the characters 😭😭😭 probably baking i love sweets sm

⊱ What's activity/hobby you don't like?

Definitely American football-

Hiii! Again sorry for late answer on your question and here you go!

So I pair you with...

🥁🥁🥁

Mizuki Akiyama!

⊱ so first nicknames! They don't mind if you call them by some nickname you think of or "love", or "babe". Although they do find "love" more charming

⊱ as for your hobbies, I didsgree to believe that they didn't found your writing blog by accident and spoiled it with compliments without knowing it's yours. But let's say few things about other hobbies too! So I feel like they enjoy reading but it simply depends on genre. As for drawing, they're used to it and all the problems that come with it thanks to their friend so you can count on their support!

⊱ and they also adore they idea of just cuddling together! They're not necessary the type to always drink coffee, only from time to time but they can go along with tea or hot chocolate while you enjoy your own drink

⊱ they're pretty used to insulting thanks to their friend I'm not bullying Ena here I promise so they can handle few insults and just brush them off, but be prepared for comeback! Since your sensitive tho, they'll make sure to not make them intense and to make it obvious it's all just sarcastically. As for your yocih starvation, you can be sure that with them you'll get more than enough of affections! And of course, they'll only give you support through your worse times!

⊱ And finally, you both obviously like dancing and singing! But you also like baking! There definitely were many ocassions when both of you just baked few sweets that you had wanted to try and most of the time they turned out pretty good!

You and Mizuki were right now cuddling in one of your beds. You were both comfortably laying udners the shears while the big spoon had their arms wrapped around little spoon who had their face in others chest, shoulder or neck. Of course your partner, no matter in which position they were, they had fun just playing with your hair while lazy ramblings could be heard from maybe even both of us.

"Your hair is so soft... Did you bought yourself new shampoo or something? You need to tell me it! It's REALLY good!"

They went quiet for a second and after your answer or just few minutes of silent and playing with your hair, they received a small idea~

"Hey I think I may have a hairstyle that'll suit you! Want to try it out? It'll look great, I promise!"

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#pairing #project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader

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gogolstoelicker · 3 years ago

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Hi! I loved your headcanons for BSD character mcs!! If it's alright with you, could I request the dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders with a fem! mc who is like Kunikida? (Idk why but the image of mc yelling at Leona to do something productive reminds me a little bit of Dazai and Kunikida's relationship)

Dorm leader + vice dorm leaders with a Kunikida!MC

warning(s): -

notes: LET'S GO OP I WAS ABT TO WRITE FOR KUNIKIDA MC BUT IT COMPLETELY LEFT MY MIND SO THANK YOU

•sorry its late tho JSNJSJS

You're very professional and diligent when it comes to your job. You constantly feel the need to organize, gather and schedule everything, which makes you come off as strict and harsh.

A trustworthy and loyal detective, your coworkers rely on you because of your authoritative capability and responsible nature.

Ability: The Matchless Poet (or Lone Poet i forgot), allows you to make objects written on the papers of your notebook come into existence. However, it does not work on objects larger than the notebook.

Riddle:

with your ideals and his rules, you guys can surely make the whole nrc cower in fear!

like they're in the cafeteria and they saw riddle? "i hope im not breaking any rules rn😥"

they're about to skip class and they saw you? "ah nvm, skipping is never an option😅"

you guys probably get along REALLY well

talking about the rules, ur ideals and how everyone is not following them

probably kins each other too at some point

you guys are now best buddies

like the whole school will always see the two of you hanging out once y'all have free time

i have free time today, hey wanna go to this unbirthday party?🤗

i have free time, wanna hang around, i made tea🤗

Trey:

oh sevens, another riddle😥

oh well trey dealt with riddle, so he knows how to deal with you too

tries his best to calm u down whenever some students pissed u off by ruining ur schedule

or anything u organized honestly

tells u to relax for a bit too

following a strict schedule everyday AND having to deal with the first years ruining ur schedule by accident AND not allowing urself to rest much???

he's right there next to you, trying to bribe you into resting

or threat idk🤔

it didn't work most of the times so

so he just have to be that one passive aggressive friend so you would rest or smth

did it work? sometimes if he tried harder

"u wouldn't want to ruin ur own schedule by passing out or anything right?^^"

"that's why i have enough sleep and exercise everyday"

^ur daily conversation probably

Leona:

if it's not for the fact that you're a lady, he would never listen to you lol

ruggie is forever greatful to have you around

bc as soon as u start telling leona off to stop skipping class and do something productive, he actually got up and do it

i mean he may looks like he's ten seconds away from ripping someone's throat out but at least he tries‼️

he actually leaves the class once he sees that you're not there but shhh

sometimes if he feels extra nice, he'll actually stay in the class

but he'll sleep in it LMAO he REFUSED to study

don't get him wrong, he appreciates that you even went out of your way to scold and sometimes motivate him to show his full potential but

he's a lazy lion at heart, you won't be able to get him to do anything

one time that happened again and someone snitched to you

leona is now forced to listen to your few hours lecture and how it does not fit ur ideals for him to not study

literally leona the whole time:

Azul:

oh you definitely got feed by his lies LMFOAOAOA

even azul himself is surprised by how naive you could be

BUT this only means MORE advantage to him👓✨

the amount of lies he fed u everyday...

its like that annoying scam seller that came knocking on ur door everyday

or those who tried to promote their "religion" cult on the streets

either way, that's how azul looks like to u everyday

he's sly so he probably made it seemed like smth good until jack just

pulls u away from azul so u won't get roped into some weird deal that won't benefit u at all

he ALWAYS finds a loophole in ur ideals so he can just

idk not follow but follow ur ideals at the same time?

Jade:

he doesn't really mind you that much? as long as you're not nagging him about something of course

which is lowkey rare bc u approve of him apparently🤔

like attitude, style and how he handles work? P E R F E C T. CHEF'S KISS

while u do like how he's on time for schedule and actually gets his work done, u don't really like how uh

scheming he can be😥

but oh well he's from octavinelle, u cant do much about it so u just avoid him

he's actually quite amused that u even approve of him

he didn't know he could fit ur ideals but now that he knows, you know he will never let it go

now u have to deal with a 191cm tall man looming over u and teasing u subtly nonstop

if he hace free time that is since hes usually busy with monstro lounge and floyd's antics🤔

Kalim:

u crying bc he reminds u of ur annoying coworker

him being happy meeting jamil's best buddy

yes i said best buddy what about it

he actually liked to listen to ur rant abt ur ideals

i mean he may not understand it fully but he's willing to listen!

literally dragged u to his parties

yes, u dont like parties. yes, u have works to do

but u gotta relax and have fun sometimes prefect so let him drag u to have fun!

cue u standing in the corner with a glass of juice in hand

"what do people do at parties?" u may ask

and then u see kalim absolutely eating up the dance floor and having fun

oh.

he would even try to drag u to dance with him

goodluck trying to get away from said party

Jamil:

cries heavy tears

it's tears of happiness btw

fiNALly! someone who can take his place to take care of kalim once in a while!

the gods have finally heard his prayers after all this time, he's so happy

sometimes, he would even hang out with you just because

well if you're both not busy that is🤔

he's mostly busy with kalim's shenanigans and you have your day planned out already so

so if u both EVER have a free time, you guys would hang out‼️

with kalim tagging along ofc bc he can't really leave him alone

him being even more happy bc u don't have this favoritism towards either of them and actually treats them equally

and not treating him like kalim's shadow

him to u probably

Vil:

ah yes, probably got along too

he agree with ur ideals here and there

esp if it have smth to do with having good posture and how to present yourself better

might even ask to read through some of it

who knows, he might get a nice advice here and there

he would also give u some advice

u writing it down on ur book and trying to achieve that exact same thing the very next day

and vil wiping a single tear that left from his eyes bc omg!! that's his student!!

/hj

he does feel a sense of pride and is actually very proud of himself and u a little whenever u listen to his advice

probably the one to do ur makeup if he have spare time just so he can make sure u look the absolute best💯

overall, could be best advice buddies but both are too busy to hang out too🤗

Rook:

caught him following stalking a someone

so now he's in a lecture abt how that's wrong

he is kind of like 🤩 when he first saw u

who is this strict prefect he may ask🤔

it's you🤩‼️‼️

while he does not follow u around daily, he does sing praises to you whenever u two crossed paths

welp there goes ur schedule😔you're 10 seconds late bc of him😔

actually doesn't mind his praises, u just wish he wouldn't tell u in the middle of the hallways

probably one of the first ones to find out about your ability

with rook and his stalking investigation skills, he can and will find out everything‼️

him cornering u sometimes just so he can tell u more praises

u shaking and crying bc u just wanna go through ur schedule and this is the 5th time he stopped u this week and it's only monday

Idia:

a victim of u

in a good way i think🤔

ortho is probably the one whp introduced y'all

you, who saw idia , rolled up your sleeves and tried to make him have a healthier lifestyle

ofc u won't drag him out

it's just u whipping out a 100 slides powerpoint with your ideal book in hand telling him how much negative impact it would have living the way he is and ways to improve

he's shaking and crying bc u did this everytime you guys meet in his room

how do u even get in his room? i don't know either

he would sometimes roll his eyes here and there when u go on ur daily lecture

probably also saw u pull out some items from ur book bc u have to outline smth in the powerpoint to prove ur point

and he just goes🤨😮⁉️⁉️

it's a magic book⁉️⁉️

found out u can also pull out a gun from that and decided to listen carefully to your lectures from that day on

Malleus:

well he doesn't mind how strict u are with urself and others

he thinks its a rather good quality to have

he, as a future ruler, can surely learn a thing or two from u

u sobbing bc there's finally someone who's willing to go with ur ideals after riddle

he listens to u really well, he even tried to his best to follow it!

but there are times he would tell u to relax for a bit too

u must've been tired🤗come with him for a walk to rest ur mind🤗

u rejecting it bc its supposed to be ur bedtime

u going with him anyway bc he somehow convinced you

with sad lightnings bc he was sulking LMFOAOAOA

Lilia:

peepaw is always there to tell u to relax!

you'll get burnt out if u keep putting ur 100 into everything and putting urself into some strict schedule, take a break sometimes

found out how naive u could be

u could now see lilia growing horns and devil's tail

there's not a day lilia won't trick u

be it for his own amusement or for u to rest

like maybe he would make up some lie like

"in nrc, if u don't rest for a few hours, you'll surely get cursed by the great sevens for ur ideals to never come true"

cue u having tea time with lilia as rest, eating cookies and chatting away

it's a gamble if it's homemade by yours truly or brought from Sam's store

if it's made by lilia, then u can scold him once u made a trip to the infirmary🤗

probably tried to help him around in the kitchen so he could make better food

he appreciates it but his cooking, in fact, did not improve at all

in fact, its ur headache that improved bc of how many times u have to stop him from putting random ingredients in

#twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #trey clover #jade leech #jamil viper #rook hunt #lilia vanrouge

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afterhourswjay · 3 years ago

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How about this, eh? Headcanons on how Momo, Mina, and Ochako (separate) would react to their Male!S/o having a stubble! Like he probably just woke up one morning (probably late) and just forgot to shave and stuff

Oh, this is such an interesting thought! As someone who frequently wakes up later than I would like, I have thoughts! I stayed up working on this and some other stuff, so I apologize if there's any

Warnings: None; as usual, you replace mineta's spot in class 1a

Momo Yaoyorozu

- you were running unusually late this morning. this was because you stayed up later than normal to study for some tests you had for the day. - so, you're scrambling to make sure your bag is packed and ready to go, to get dressed and brush your hair, and to get breakfast cooked and eaten. in fact, you're running so late that you end up settling for some toast with peanut butter and jelly on it. its mornings like these that you're thankful that you don't have to worry about lunches - despite your frantic scrambling, your able to get your things together and are able to leave with momo - you had completely forgotten to shave your stubble to the point that it took momo pointing out that she didn't normally see you with stubble in the morning, but at the same time she doesn't mind the look of it - being the cheeky asshole you can be, you smoosh and rub the roughness of your stubble against her cheek, causing her to burst out laughing - if you're willing to let her help out, she'll help you shave after school. then she'll offer to help you with any subjects that you may be struggling in

Mina Ashido

- you made sure to have all your books, pencils, and erasers packed away in your bag the night before - you also ended up getting up relatively early, but only so you'd be able to laze around and play on your phone before school - if you're anything like me, then you usually need coffee to function in the morning - so, you get up and start prepping the coffee machine to brew some of that sweet, sweet bean juice - mina comes into the kitchen, probably to get some iced tea or something, and cuddles up against you. she's one of the few not morning people, and so she actually ends up snoozing against you - you bend over to give her a kiss on the forehead, and she's quick to realize that you're face feels abnormally rough - she's never seen you with stubble, and she can't help but think that it makes you that much more handsome - if you still plan on shaving, she'll probably end up dragging you off to her room, specifically her bathroom, to shave the stubble, and to try a new facial cream of hers only if you wanna use it, tho

Ochako Uraraka

- you shuffle into the common room, eyes practically glued shut as you follow the sound of your girlfriend's voice - you lean over the back of the couch and rest your face in the crook of her neck, and you snuggle your face into the cover of her hair - she's startled out of her conversation when she feels the scratchiness of your face against her neck - she asks if you're feeling ok, and your response is to kiss her on the cheek before wandering off to get some food - ochako follows you, probably trying to figure out why your face feels weird. and she asks about it - your probably in the middle of drinking some apple juice or coffee, and when you're done, you tell her that you feel too lazy to shave right now, plus both should start heading over to ua for your classes - you both grab your bags and as you walk, you hold onto ochako's hand - once you two have completed your classes for the day, she suggests sparing. it's always a good idea to work on your general strength and techniques, but to work on keeping in shape - after your sparing session, she offers to shave your stubble if you want her to, but she won't force you to if you don't feel like it

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lokiskitten · 4 years ago

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Uwu can I pls have sebby stepdaddy au pls ☺️

Happy? Bruh 😭

Sebastian Stan | late night stalking

Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

plot : Sebastian has been your step father for a couple of months now, and unfortunately isn’t the most respectful lad out there. One night, you decide to sneak out, but unfortunately come home to Sebastian waiting for you in the kitchen.

warnings : poor environment, smoking, mention of drinking, cursing, abuse, age gap, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, unprotected sex, non/con, clothed sex, choking.

Disclaimer : I do not know nor claim to know Sebastian Stan personally.

**THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS NON/CON, please block or simply ignore if it’s not your cup of tea. All hate will be deleted/blocked.**

The door of your house opened without you needing to use the key, which didn’t particularly alarm you as alcohol still managed to soak up your entire system. Sloppily, your feet led you towards the stairs which would allow you to regain your bedroom, where you planned on having long hours of rest. However, right as you passed before the entrance of the kitchen, a familiar voice held you back from going any further. “Where the fuck’ you’ve been?” Sebastian asked as he hid in the shadows of the nearly dark kitchen. Only the light coming from the nearby street lamp allowed you to get a peek of his impressive features.

His voice was raspy, deep, which could only indicate that he had been waiting for you since a couple of hours now- probably passing time by drinking and smoking those bloody cigarettes he always carried on himself. Of course, he wasn’t going to be extremely gentle after you made him wait hours into the dark and silence. Your step father was an asshole, really, and you still had a hard time figuring out why your mom had decided to allow him to move in here with what was left of your broken family. In fact, you had a hard time trying to figure out how your mother manages to fall for him in the first place.

“I was just at Grace’s.” you lied, knowing damn well that you’ve in fact been attending another one of your friend’s party. Sebastian nodded in an unimpressed manner, bringing the half smoked cigarette to his lips before taking a rather large puff which he expelled by his nostrils. “Not bad, not bad... come here.” He answered, getting up from where he had been sitting after taking care of letting the rest of his cigarette down in the ashtray. Scared that you would have to face the consequences if you didn’t obey, your feet slowly started to lead you inside of the kitchen. Though, you stopped a couple of feet away from him for safety.

As Sebastian’s body continued to near you, his hands traveled up to the back of your neck which he held in a rough manner. You winced, though tried your best not to show weakness as your only defensive mechanism was to avoid eye contact. “Don’t you dare to fuckin’ lie to me you little brat.” He breathed against your face, the scent of alcohol coming from his mouth making you cringe. Though, for once, you couldn’t help but feel the need to stand up for yourself. Unexpectedly, your hands pushed against his chest, causing his body to back away from yours.

“You’re not my father! Give me a god damn break.” The words escaped your mouth in a stern and dry manner, body turning around as you were meant to divert towards the exit. Unfortunately Sebastian, who hadn’t particularly appreciate your little feisty move, was soon to harshly take ahold of your wrist. Within seconds, your stepfather had you pinned against the counter, bum pressed against his crotch as he kept control of both your wrists. His face neared your neck, nostrils breathing in the natural perfume that your hair created and which drove his ripe senses absolutely crazy.

“You look so much like your mother.. but better. I like your youth, your energy.” Sebastian purred in your ear as his hands now started to unbuckle his leather belt which he obviously couldn’t wait to remove. However, his hands were trembling lightly- probably a side effect caused by the great amount of alcohol he had ingested during the evening. “I bet your tight cunt will feel just right wrapped around my cock.” The older man breathed out against your ear as you barely managed to hold your saddened and shameful tears back. You knew exactly what was to come, and it made you feel terrified.

It wasn’t the first time that your step father would dare to lay his hands on you, wether it was physically or sexually. But as always, you went with it, being aware that you didn’t have the required strength to fight back. But mostly, you did not feel like disappointing your mother- even tho a part of you was convinced that she knew about what her boyfriend would make you go through, and you hated her for not doing anything about it. The thing is, she was probably as terrified as you were face to the abusive man.

Once Sebastian was finally done sliding his pants and underwear down to his mid thighs, it was now your turn to be deprived of your protective layer of clothes. Harshly, his shaky yet dominant hands travelled to the front of your crotch where he started to unbutton your pants. Once he had gotten over this first step, Sebastian managed to pull your pants and panties down in one go, his feet spreading your legs apart as one of his hands generously began to pump his girth up and down in an attempt to harden it and prepare it for this none consensual intercourse.

As the tip of his member penetrated inside of your clenching cunt, a fainted whimper escaped your lips as Seb’s hands both took ahold of the counter. He didn’t hesitate to immediately slide in balls deep, his warm scrotum pressing against your slit as one of his arms securely wrapped around your stomach. Through time, you had grew used to those interactions and managed to naturally stretch to the point where the older man’s cock thankfully wouldn’t cause you too much pain anymore. Taking in a couple of breaths, Sebastian waited for barely a few seconds before starting to sloppily thrust against your bum, groans escaping his lips as his eyelids closed shut.

Tiredness reflected through his lazy movements, though the man remained pleased to feel himself inside of your squirming self. Unfortunately, you had to go along with it, remaining as silent as you could as your step father continued to move back and forth against your fragile body. Eventually, your walls began to naturally moisten in order to ease the process- something you had no control on but yet pleased your step father. “Getting all wet for me now, aren’t you?” He spoke, enhancing his own ego, both of his arms now wrapping around your body as one of his hands even started to squeeze your neck.

His tip bumped against your sensitive cervix, regular movements creating friction for his girth to enjoy. And right as you believed that you couldn’t handle it any longer, your stepfather’s nutsack twitched, member following the lead as warm and sticky liquid sprayed out of his urethra to land into your womb, staining your pulsating cervix. The grip he held onto your body tightened, shaky movements coming from his hips as he made sure to remain deep inside of you until he had completely emptied his balls.

Breathing against your ear, cum flowed out of your entrance after Sebastian had finally agreed to pull out of you. “Fuck..” he cursed before laying a kiss against your neck, moist lips leaving a wet spot onto your skin. Lazily, the grown man moved back, hands pulling his pants back up before stacking his loosening member inside of his underwear. Remember about the cigarette he had left behind, his arm reached out for the ashtray from where he picked up the leftovers of cancer stick.

Being aware that he was now done with you, you managed to shamefully pull your jeans back to your hips before tiredly exiting the kitchen in order to regain your bedroom for a well deserved night of rest.

Thanks for reading! I highly appreciate comments and feedback so don’t hesitate to leave some! Have a good day💜

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