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I haven't looked at any other game info at all bc I want experiences to be unspoiled, but the curiosity of the radio shoutout got the better of me (which I think is easily missable anyway? that's how I'm justifying myself), and it made me notice, the way evrart is described in the narration vs kim lol. oh harry's like, Into Him into him.

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𝓢𝓐𝓣𝓞𝓡𝓤’𝓢 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛.    satoru gojo.

ᰔᩚ warnings. 5.2k, fem!reader, professor!satoru x college student!reader, classroom sex cs duh, reader’s 23! & satoru’s 30!, oral ꒰ f + m ꒱, titty sucking, biting, size kink, voice kink, sub / dom dynamic, fingering, choking, spanking, lotssss of dirty talk omgie, multiple orgasms, pet names ꒰ lil’ girl (literally just a taunt), pretty, baby ꒱, roughhhhh sex ona desk, minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated. ♡

꒰ mocha’s note ! ꒱ : got inspired by miller’s girl and wrote this in literally five hours. so, happy bday daddy. <3

he always knew there was something wrong with you. how could there not be? one, you’re deadly in the eyes. that he solidified the first day. always looking at him like you wanted to eat him. two, you're a mythical deity. stunning. you could be born in a different world for all he knew. sometimes he hated those voices that told him to stare at you. watch you watch him. velvet red hair cut in layers that reach the middle of your back. dermal piercing a few inches below your right eye, multiple on your ears, septum ring in your nose. your eyes are slanted like a cat, fluffy lashes enhance your features. your lips always look soft, darkly lined, and topped with a sheen of gloss. 

most days you dressed according to weather, or really whatever you felt comfortable in. yesterday, when going over the topic for an essay he wanted everyone to have written and turned in before spring break hit, you were different. just tuesday you were wearing oversized men’s jorts with a basketball jersey tied up to your back. now, when you walked into his classroom with less clothing than he’s ever seen you in, he had to question it. you looked nice. it wasn’t any of his business, maybe you could be going out later with friends. it’s not his business. 

what was his business was how you strutted up to his desk after you waited for every student to exit class. satoru sat in his leather chair, legs sprawled and hands clasped together in front of him as he leaned back into his seat. his eyes absentmindedly trail up and down your body full of curves and soft, ample skin. the tattoos on various areas of your body are more evident. the black prescription glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose as you chew your gum and hand over your essay. those short ass white ruffled shorts and a yellow crop top, without a bra, with green accents and black font that read ‘soulaan’ in the middle a distraction.

“hi, ꒰♡꒱. you’re always one of the few people who turn in their work early.” 

“what can i say, i was very passionate about this essay,” you twirl your finger within your necklace, scanning his entire face with flirtation. satoru hums, pretending not to notice. “i really put my entire soul into it, so please take your time reading it. it’ll mean a lot.” 

“must’ve been a really interesting dream of yours.” 

“you have no idea.” 

and you were fucking right. that night satoru went home and started his usual routine of getting comfortable, making dinner, and brewing some coffee so he’s wide awake to read over thirty student essays. luckily, he didn’t ask for much. they were given two options. their goal was to describe the perception of dreams or in detail, write a tragic fantasy story. most of the essays he read felt like middle school writing, frustratingly rubbing his temples as he graded multiple papers, trying to figure out why basic comprehension skills were lacking, even doubting himself as a teacher. he tries not to stay up for hours, flipping through papers and scribbling—until he sees your name on the corner. 

satoru sniffles, taking a sip of his coffee before he’s getting comfortable in his chair, sinking into it and beginning to read what you wrote about. you’ve always had a way with words, great formatting, expansive dictionary. when reading your dream, it felt like a real novel, like he was a part of it. then, he felt really a part of it, to a point where it was uncomfortable. the story has to do with a woman who aches for an intimate union with her lover, yet he’s withholding her pleasure, leaving her trembling on the precipice of desire in their lover's den. the greek god you describe as your lover is dominating. stunning facial features, starlight hair, and crystal blue eyes. the woman is feeble, urging him to see her, to yearn for her, to become one with her. abandoning her needs for his personal endeavors. 

with gentle touches that linger on the softness of her plush thighs, smoothing along her brown skin shining under the moonlight, she results in the sensual act of pleasuring herself. the help of her lover is nowhere to be found in the darkness where her body laid on milk-toned, silk sheets. leaving her to pursue the cavern flowing with burning, hot arousal. she finds herself daydreaming of what could’ve been as her delicate fingers find themselves sinking between her precious legs. trailing another hand to her throat which she clutches tight as if it were his. rolling her hips into her hand to grind on as if he were entering himself into her. dulcet whimpers escaping her throat as her body arches off the bed in ecstasy, mind swirling with pleasurable emotions and unforeseen desires. rocking her body upon the bed as if his heavy, big body hovered over her and lost himself in her. spanking herself as if it were him. chewing on her lower lip as if he were gnawing at them. orgasming with tiny whimpers and sobs as if he were the cause. him, him, him. . . 

the heat encasing satoru’s face could only sum up one feeling; arousal. the essay goes on for so much longer, conjuring up unwanted fantasies of a woman he promised to push back into the furthest parts of his brain. you were altering his mind. it was clear as day exactly who you wrote this for and about. him. what you wanted from him, the longing ache to have him. it’s enough to give him a migraine, cutting off his desk lamp before forcing himself to take a very cold shower. those words replay in his mind, the image becoming erotically more vivid. picturing your body atop of silk sheets where you’d fuck yourself out of pity. is that how he’s making you feel? edged? unsatisfied? whimpering in your loneliness? he’d never do that to you. 

satoru hates himself for needing to handle the painful hard on he’d gotten, head buried under the stream of water as his fist twists roughly around his aching dick, grunting at any image of your face coming to mind. it was a highly inappropriate thing to do. a professor and his student sleeping together? it’s all too cliche. you were a grown ass woman, so if teasing him by switching up how you dressed to purposely gain his attention, and writing erotic pornography was your way of showing him you needed him for one act, one day, one night of nasty ass sex . . what were he to do? you are a beautiful woman, and he’s always felt a source of attraction to you, but you weren’t worth jeopardizing his career for. it’d have to wait. 

the last day before spring break came and he was ready to confront you about your so-called ‘essay’. when he notices you walking into class, he tries to avoid staring at your attire; a really short black pleated skirt with a matching ed hardy tank top and glossy mary jane’s on your feet. gulping and keeping his focus on your eyes as he whispers, “stay after class. i need to talk to you.” 

you try to hide the smirk wanting to display upon your face, winking at him before nodding and finding your seat. class seems exceptionally longer today, finding yourself dozing off for most parts, shutting off your brain by doodling into your journal or making a grocery list for this weekend. pulling a sweet treat from your purse, you find a pink lollipop to distract yourself with, oral fixation getting to you. satoru almost chokes on his words when he catches you swirling your tongue mindlessly around your candy, being a fucking brat in his eyes. gently kicking your feet and resting your chin in your hand to keep yourself from sleeping. 

when the lecture ended, that’s when your heart began to race in excitement, and maybe a sheer sense of nervousness. curious to hear what he was going to say to you. making your way down the steep stairs of the class, you sit in the front row, plopping into a chair and crossing your legs as you look up at him, watching him say his final goodbyes as the class completely clears out. half of the campus was empty considering most students began making their way home, so really only fifteen students showed their faces today. 

satoru’s shoulders roll as he sighs, folding his arms in front of him. “so, ꒰♡꒱. . . i read your essay.” 

“uh huh, what’d you think?” you smile. 

“it's definitely something. very good writing, never doubted you on that. but, i do have some questions.” 

you snap your fingers before pointing them his way like a gun. “shoot!”

“you remember the topic of discussion, correct?” 

“wrote it down in bold,” you nod. 

“right, but, i think we went far off topic. as in, inappropriately.” 

“what are we, in high school?” you scoff. “i’ve read worse. i used to grade papers for teachers.” 

“i understand that. but it’s evidently not what i meant as far as the topic goes. in this dream of yours, the two characters are . .” he pauses, trying to figure out what to say. 

“fucking,” you finish for him, still sucking on your lollipop. 

satoru’s gaze flew there momentarily before finding your eyes again. “having intercourse, yes. i’m just having a hard time comprehending what you wrote.”

“why is that?” 

“how is it considered a tragedy?” 

“well, the woman couldn’t have what she wanted in the end. she was edged, given false hope from promises that were made to her. pleading for any form of gratification. why, as a man, deny your lover of acts that forever bonds their love?” 

you bat your lashes, eyes going wide as you word it so . . dreadfully. satoru inhales, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he squints at you. 

“so, she killed herself in the end, because she wasn’t gratified?” 

“as implied, yes. the pain of a woman, you’d never understand. it’s unbearable. feels like death, satoru,” a pained sigh emits from you as you hold your heart and shake your head. “ugh.” 

“꒰♡꒱,” satoru blinks, your games becoming unfunny. “was this dream something you recalled, or are you trying to imply something?” 

“dreams can’t always exist, unless you persuade yourself to make it real,” you respond firmly, making yourself as clear as you possibly can. 

“do you want it to be real?” 

“do you?” you counter. 

satoru pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, turning his attention away. “i-i can’t answer that.” 

“why not?”

“it’s just . . not in my position to answer that. it’s inappropriate.” 

“but, you felt it, right?” your voice grows softer.

he looks at you. “felt what?” 

“our attraction to each other,” your head slowly tilts to the side, eyeing him up and down, watching him slightly shift. “through that essay. what i want from you, what you’ve been wanting from me, professor satoru.” 

his jaw stiffens. “you’re essentially crossing a line.” 

“the only thing i’m crossing are my legs,” a loud pop! rings as you remove the lollipop from your mouth, looking at it before deciding to crack it in your mouth and tossing the white stick somewhere in the room. satoru’s fists clench whilst he admires your glistening legs. “you want them . . un-crossed? open?” 

“꒰♡꒱.” 

“mhm,” you moan after hearing your name desperately fall from his lips. he didn’t mean for it to sound that way, sucking in his breath as your fingers trail within your plush inner thighs. “it’s wet, professor satoru. see.” 

next, you spread your legs apart, lifting your skirt up some more so satoru can easily see the imprint of your cunt against the red fabric of your cotton panties, wetness sealing and sticking to you. 

satoru clears his throat, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck with a rough grunt, trying to contain himself from acting on his obvious desires. his polished loafers click amongst the tile as he strides quickly towards the classroom door, locking it and pulling the shade down so there would be no interruptions. he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he shouldn’t even react this quickly in fact. but he’s been pent up ever since last night, having such a hard time sleeping. only the thought of you glimmering in his mind. 

satoru takes a deep breath with shut eyes, hands sliding back into his slacks pockets as he leans against the desk, one foot crossed over the other, those once daydream blue eyes now staring maliciously in your direction. you bite your lip, slowly rising from your seat to strut towards him, hips swaying salaciously. 

your body brushes amongst his seductively slow, tits grazing his chest and arms that are tightly fitted into his baby blue button down, lips coming up to graze over his clenched jawline. your hand trails up his left arm, feeling the hair on his skin rise as your nails brush along his neck where a vein throbs violently, blood rushing. 

“don’t be so scared, i don’t bite. and i don’t tell.” 

in a swift move, you're hiking your body on top of the mahogany wood desk, kicking off your shoes and planting your feet flat on the surface, legs spread wide to allow him to slot himself between you. satoru’s vision remains unchanged, still staring at the seat you once resided in as he breathed heavily. your manicured foot skims up and down his strong arm, your short, bubblegum acrylics sliding into your mouth as you lewdly suck on your own fingers while mewling. satoru can see you in his peripheral vision, your hips shifting dauntingly, just waiting for him to react. 

“you already locked the door, what are you waiting for?” 

“for you to say it.” 

you grin. “say what, baby?” 

satoru scoffs, shifting in his spot from the sudden pet name, dick uncomfortably hard. “that you want me to fuck you, ꒰♡꒱. i need to hear it.” 

okay, you get it. lowering your leg from touching him, you go to grab his hand instead, the expensive watch on his wrist cold to touch as you guide him to touch the top of your thigh. “want you to fuck me like you've been needing to, satoru. please.” 

an unexplainable breath of air releases from him as he finally faces you, and seeing you spread along his desk like this felt like a hallucination. most of this didn’t feel real. maybe he was still sleeping? and if that was the case, there were no rules. his towering body slots between your thighs, glaring down at you possessively as he smoothes both his veiny hands up and down your thighs, tightening at your hips before sliding back up. going back down to apply pressure to your ass, then lowering his head to your pretty face. 

“gimme your mouth,” satoru rasps, clutching your neck to pull your face up before you oblige and lean in for a kiss first to feed his hunger. 

satoru grunts in your mouth, soft lips molding with your own in a passionate kiss. it’s slow, sucking on each other's lips before you’re sucking and moaning on his thick tongue, moaning into his mouth while he pants into yours. you suck on his lips, turning your head slightly to deepen the kiss, unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel the heat from his skin. then goes his belt, unraveling it along with pulling down his zipper, and that causes satoru to get aggressive with his mouth. kissing so rough it makes your pussy throb. 

“you taste so good, pretty,” he moans in between, turning your neck to the side to latch his lips and tongue on the flesh, your eyes rolling back as he found your sensitive spot. you gasp from the whimper he emits as he does it. 

“f-fuck,” you whimper, gripping his wrist as he suddenly sinks his teeth delicately into your skin, soothing it with a rough, slow swiped of his tongue before ending it with a kiss. 

he’s traveling to the other side to do the same, your hips rocking on the desk to try to get closer to him, his bulge only grazing your soaked pussy. you lift your hips and scoot closer, balancing yourself by gripping onto his shoulders to drag yourself against the outline of his dick. satoru moans from the motion, locking his right hand under your left thigh to raise higher so he could grind against you like you whimpered for, dry humping you as he continues to kiss you.  

soon, he’s lifting your top over your tits, eyeing them as they sit on your chest, barbells pierced into the dark skin of your nipples. it created a visceral response from him, shifting his hips to grind against you harder as if he’s fucking you slow, cocking his head to latch his full mouth around your tits. your head falls back as he pulls them into his mouth greedily, dropping your hips on him mindlessly. 

“satoru, you’re g’na make me cum too soon,” you whine into his ear, but he ignores you completely, almost growling like a dominant animal in heat as he locks you close. 

“g’na cum a few times fuckin’ me, so get over it,” he mumbles after releasing your tit with a lewd pop, switching his mouth to drop his tongue and enclose his lips over the other, tongue flicking with his hands slamming against the side of your ass falling bare of your skirt. 

satoru hisses a deep ‘fuck’ as you rotate your hips quicker, humping him like a bunny, an orgasm in fact happening. satoru picks up his pace, rolling his hips forward to match your rhythm, his eyes sparkling from your desperation. he’s leaking precum, and your slickness is drenching his briefs. 

“mgh, baby—fuck,” your tongue lolls out to lick and suck at the shell of his ear, biting gently on his earlobe as your knees buckle and you whimper while grabbing at his backside to pull him indefinitely closer. 

“lemme taste that shit,” satoru’s almost begging, your heavy breathing by his ear and inability to stop moving your hips fucking him up. he knows you taste as good as you look. 

you grip the edges of the desk as you nod, legs shakily raising as he roughly pulls your victoria’s secret thong with a blinged hemline off to finally see his other girl, lowering to his knees in worship. 

“she’s pretty as hell,” he whispers with an erotically drawn-out moan, licking his lips before he leaves open-mouthed kisses at your inner thighs, holding yourself open for him. he spanks your thigh hard, the hit making you squeak and stare at him with a stretched jaw and furrowed brows. “where’s that thank you, lil’ girl?”

“t-thank you, baby.” 

“mhm, that’s right,” now his lips are latching onto your sluice clit, hungry eyes piercing into your every emotion as you whimper pathetically and maintain eye contact you’re sure he wants. “fuck yes, baby. so fuckin’ good, girl. rock on my face.” 

sinking your teeth into your lips which you’re sure were bitten red and nearly chapped, you comply, gripping tight on the desk while your other hand tangles into tresses of white, swallowing and lifting your hips just like you were doing a few minutes ago. satoru’s thumbs are embedded into either side of your thighs, using only your pelvic muscle to shift into his mouth, his fat tongue hot on your pussy. 

“tongue so good, baby. nng,” your face scrunched up as he growls into your cunt, your inner thighs shaking when he slicks his face up and down your pussy, juices covering his chin. “right there, right there!” 

satoru keeps his mouth where you want it, focusing mostly on your engorged clit pulsating on his tongue, digging into and occasionally capturing it with his lips, his salvia drooling onto you as he moans, his eyes scrolling as you tug at his hair. 

“oooooo, fuck, yessss,” you didn’t mean to scream, but his attention on your clit gets distracted by his thick fingers sliding into your hole, twisting and thrusting two of them simultaneously. his jaw shifts quick, kissing and licking while he fucks you open. “ ‘t-toruuuhh.” 

“unh huh,” satoru continues to swallow you. “gimme that fuckin’ cream, baby. i want it all in my mouth. make me proud. atta girl.” 

you cry out, stomach heaving. “i love when you talk like that.” 

his fingers pull out to quickly spank your clit, your hips stuttering as he’s slipping them back in, pumping three to four times before taking them out again and spanking your clit again. “that’s what you like?” 

“y-yessss!” 

“fuckin’ sexy ass girl,” he spanks your outer thigh with vigor, coming to grab your throat once again, giving you a chaste kiss while he finger fucks you faster. “ain’t you? fuckin’ let me know. scream that shit out loud.” 

“i amm, ugh—god . . pleaseeee.” 

“go ‘head and cum, c’mon. gotta paint my dick pretty with it, yeah?”

“oh . . my . . g-goddd,” the way he talks to you makes you dizzy, and it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. his mouth is filthy, and when you cum hard for the second time, he makes sure you suck on his fingers to taste yourself. wrapping your lips around them to suck them clean before satoru’s sticking out his tongue to rush over your mouth along with his fingers, pulling them into his mouth to suck after. 

your eyes are drooped, feeling so fucked out without actually having him fuck you yet. who would’ve expected your professor to be this . . nasty? it’s like he’s been waiting for you to speak up so he can fulfill his own disgusting fantasies. safe to say, you made a good choice. 

satoru’s standing back to his full height, which never fails to make you ditzy from the size difference. you feel so small on this desk under him. 

“c’mere, move up all the way,” he’s now guiding you to turn your back to him, which makes you pout since you wanted to face him. he chuckles deeply at the audible disapproval, swatting your ass. “you’ll still see my face, greedy. be patient.” 

he positioned you on your knees on top of the desk facing a dusty chalkboard, spread eagle and hands pinned behind your back, almost curled up into a fetal position with your tits to your knees. satoru swallows, your pretty red hair falling angelically around your soft features as you wait for him to fuck you. his dick is throbbing in his fist he’s pumping it into, the shlick shlick noise leaving you anticipated as he uses your arousal as lube. he’s aligning the tip with your opening, teasingly rubbing the head up and down, the vein on the underside of his heavy dick throbbing. 

his other hand is keeping you pinned down at your hip, also lifting the flesh of your ass so he can slide into you. he’s pushing forward, choking on a moan the deeper he gets. you’re real tight, it being slightly difficult to push fully into you. words like ‘relax’ and ‘breathe baby’ utters painfully from satoru as he tries not to lose his shit at the sight of your pussy literally gripping his dick to pull back in after he slightly shifts back. when he’s halfway in, leaving the hand on your hip, he uses the other you lock your wrists behind your back, gyrating his hips to cock back and grind into you. 

“ooo, f-fuck,” you whimper, hands wiggling in his grasp, nails managing to scratch his arm. satoru watches the flesh of your ass bounce with every deep, slow thrust, pussy squelching. 

“see? look at the shit,” satoru comments to himself, knitting his brows together in fascination. “told ya’ it’d make it pretty,” 

“can’t see it,” you whimper, upset. 

“you can feel it, right? it’s stretchin’ that pretty girl open,” satoru moans gruffly, moving himself closer so his sharp hips hit your ass with every movement. he’s getting rougher, your skin nearly bruising from his hot touches, the bangles on your wrist clinking with each thrust. 

“i feel it,” you hiss, stomach caving in. “bet s’so pretty.”

“yeah? promise to give it a taste after?” 

“yeah,” you nod slowly, eyes tightly shut. “y-yeah. will, ‘toru.” 

“good girl.” 

gasps fill the air when he fucks you harder, balls slapping against your sticky clit as your ass recoils and claps back onto his abdomen. he’s got a deadlock on your posture, satoru’s face completely serious as he fucks you so, so rough. his sounds are animalistic compared to your own; whiny and soft. coughing out moans as you heave against the desk creating a spot of condescension. he’s so big hovering over you, bending you underneath him, papers falling off the desk while he rutted into you. skin clapping, moans synchronized, and sweat dripping. it’s the hottest fucking scene. 

“takin’ me so deep, baby. this shit feels so fuckin’ . . good, god,” satoru’s voice breaks, hitting you ass with a dirty grunt. “ungh, fuckin this pussy g’na get me in trouble.” 

“i n-need you,” you fight to break free from his grip, flipping your hair over to one side of your face as you sit up after he releases his grasp. “closer.” 

taking the initiative, you go to stand on your feet, back pressing to his chest as he clasps your throat, standing on your tiptoes to rotate and grind your ass back on his dick, stuffing you so full you feel it in your tummy.  

“that’s my girl,” satoru’s kissing your earlobe, pressing his cheek onto the side of your face as the two of you controlled your breathing together. “it’s your dick, take it. fuck that pussy how you want. i’m your fuckin’ toy.” 

“ssshit,” sucking your lips inwardly, you keep your hand on satoru’s wrist while your arm slings behind his neck to balance yourself, the ridges of veins on his dick scratching all the good, achy parts. 

“c’mon, girl, got me waitin’ too long,” without incoming, satoru spanks your thigh, hips thrusting steadily. “if you g’na fuck me, do it right.” 

you try to keep your composure, but the sultry, deep baritone of his voice directly by your ear makes your waist stutter, that warm, bubbly feeling swarming in your tummy. his mouth is back on your neck, and that activates you quick, sobbing and clapping your ass back needily. the mutual desperation to cum is at an all-time high. 

“there we go, t-there we go, girl. that’s what i wanted. s’good,” satoru’s gorgeous eyes cast white, jaw dropping as he grunts, holding your waist just to hold you, allowing you to handle it. “ungh, fuck. keep fuckin’ back.” 

the burn in your legs prolongs as you sway your hips and fuck back on him, his grip on you keeping you balanced to give you enough space to move how you want. this dick is slick with your cum, a ring of cream covering it as you cry and push all your weight back so you're feeling every inch while he's experiencing every tight clench.

“ ‘toru, i—” your words are cut off by an interrupted orgasm, cumming yet again as you greedily roll your ass back with weak cries. your legs feel staticky, almost falling down before satoru makes sure to lock his forearm around your stomach. 

“ ‘toru needs t’ cum too.” 

interlocking his right hand with yours, the two of you hold hands as he lays it on your thigh, bringing your head back to rest on his shoulder with a hand grasping your throat tight, nearly cutting your airways. he’s getting . . mad? nothing satisfies him more than to know he’s made a woman cum multiple times in one session, but when he gets as horny and fucked out as he was now? it wasn’t a good idea to leave him without one orgasm. and he can definitely give you more than just one. he wanted to show you that, you deserved that. 

satoru begins to pull his hips back, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips to let you know he still cares and will comfort you after. just needs a few minutes of shutting off that part of his brain to fuck himself dumb. your pussy clenches and pulsates sloppily on his dick as he fucks you harder than he has before, the breath knocking out of your throat while he squeezes his eyes shut and pounds assertively. they’re neither fast nor slow, just steady and rough. like he’s been needing it so damn bad. the warmth of you getting him out of character, the scent of your perfume enveloping him. the conditioner in your soft, red velvet hair. the tattoos inked into your brown skin, the piercings on your ears and face. your fogged-up glasses, courtesy to him. the unexplainable pleasure he derives off of hearing you whimper ‘toru, toru, toru’. 

who knows what kind of fucking spell you put on him. he just knows he’ll never, ever erase today from his memory. it’ll play like a tantalizing loop. tears threaten to fall from your eyes, cunt going sore from his brutal pivots, falling back weakly into his strong body and gasping from every deliciously deep, thrust. satoru kisses at your face, lashes kissing your cheekbones, trying your best to look up at him. and when you do, you can see he’s utterly gone. the groans emanating, feral growls, and pinball white eyeballs that couldn’t stop scrolling into the back of his head. you watch him mumble your name while spewing expletives, pink lips wide as his whimpers and moans break apart.

“fuck!” he bellows, moving your bodies back towards the desk as he pins you down flat and fucks your ass back onto him, that pressure tugging at him. he's pressing the side of his cheek with yours, breathing heavily while gripping your jaw and dropping his weight on your backside. “fuck, fuck. fuck.” 

“ ‘toru, please cum for me, baby. w’na taste you so bad.”

and he does, as soon as you say his goddamn name like that again, that vanilla voice of yours, seductive yet sweet, coaxing him to cum. 

“knees, baby. suck me,” satoru heaves in a high pitch.

hurriedly, you twist your body to crouch below him, palm wrapping around his dick, satoru’s hand taking strands of your hair to make a ponytail on the back of your head to bob your head to suck him, hips stuttering and his lips damn near quivering. your cheeks hollow inwards as you swallow him in your throat, satoru guiding your head as he shoots his cum hot in your mouth. you moan around him, staring up at him through your dark falsies to be rewarded with the beautiful sight of his snow white hair shielding his face, blue eyes glowing as he looks at you with a genuine laugh. 

pulling your head back, you wipe your mouth slowly with the back of your hand, satoru’s dick twitching midair, semi-hard. he holds both palms out, waiting for you to grab him so he can pull you up. you take them, and he brings your chest to his. 

“fuck, you’ve got me spent,” his hands are now on either side of your face, locking his lips with yours once more. “so damn good.” 

“mhm,” you blink with a goofy smile, pulling your shirt down and smoothing your hair. kissing his face, you wipe your lipgloss off any part of his skin. “so, same time after break?” 

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sit down… sit down. the spirits are restless. the stars are watching, no, really, they’re watching

AHEM. before we begin, a moment of academic posturing: the knowledge i am about to bestow upon you has been extracted from highly esteemed sources that i recommend for any astrologers, such as . . . ୨୧

" esoteric astrology " by alice a. bailey " the astrology of fate " by liz greene " saturn : a new look at an old devil " by liz greene " hellenistic astrology : the study of fate and fortune " by chris brennan

i have consulted the planets, shuffled the tarot deck, knocked three times on my bedroom wall for dramatic effect, and this is what i’ve learned: your zodiac sign is not just a fun little personality badge. it directly affects your shifting progress. yes (probably not, take this with any amount of salt you want). the stars have opinions, and unfortunately, some of them are a little direct.

 　　. . . now, let’s see what they say about you

◞ aries.

omen :  a door creaks open, but you keep kicking it instead of walking through. fate’s verdict :  you shift like a battering ram. you don’t manifest, you threaten reality into submission. and while your raw passion is admirable, your achilles' heel is your impatience. you expect instant results, and if they don’t arrive, you throw a cosmic tantrum. ꒰ prescription :  you need to trick yourself into believing you don’t care about shifting. the second you release your vice grip on the universe’s neck, you’ll wake up where you belong.

◞ taurus.

omen :  you stand at the threshold, hesitating, asking if this is “scientifically sound.” fate’s verdict :  you are so rooted in your cr that shifting feels like a betrayal. you crave comfort and certainty, and the unknown? ew. gross. messy. you convince yourself that if you can’t prove it, it must not be real. but !! shifting isn’t a scientific formula. it’s a love letter to possibility. ꒰ prescription :  romance the shift. bathe in it. treat it like a luxurious silk robe that’s already draped over your shoulders. you are already there.

◞ gemini.

omen :  the stars whisper secrets, but you’re too busy checking your notifications. fate’s verdict :  you woke up in your dr. except, oh, look!! a new shifting method!! and a podcast!! and a theory!! you scatter your energy across 300 ideas instead of committing to one. your brain is a quantum supercomputer; your attention span is a broken hourglass. ꒰ prescription :  pick one method and pretend it’s the only method in existence. burn the rest (metaphorically).

◞ cancer.

omen :   a single tear falls onto your dr script. it smudges the ink. fate’s verdict :  you shift best to your dr when you feel your dr in your soul. but your achilles' heel? your attachment to your cr. you romanticise your struggles, like a poet in the 1800s dying of heartbreak in a candlelit attic. ꒰ prescription :  detach. your dr is not a dream. it’s your next home.

◞ leo.

omen :  you envision your dr shift as an oscar-worthy transformation scene. fate’s verdict :  you don’t just want to shift. you want the most cinematic shift of all time. you crave grandeur, orchestral scores, confetti. but reality doesn’t need a standing ovation to be real. ꒰ prescription :  simplicity is your secret weapon. the most powerful magic happens in silence.

◞ virgo.

omen :  a stack of perfectly organised dr notes, rewritten for the third time. fate’s verdict :  you think if you can perfect shifting, it will work. you treat scripting like it’s a final dissertation. but guess what??? the universe doesn’t care about syntax. it just wants you to believe. ꒰ prescription :  trust yourself. shifting isn’t a rubik’s cube. it’s a freefall.

◞ libra.

omen :  the scales tip back and forth. you can’t decide which dr to enter. fate’s verdict :  indecision is your kryptonite. you treat shifting like a multiple-choice quiz instead of a choose-your-own-adventure novel. ꒰ prescription :  just pick. you can always pivot later.

◞ scorpio.

omen :  shadows shift in the candlelight. fate’s verdict :  you want power over shifting. you want to dominate reality. but shifting isn’t a chess game. it’s a trust fall. ꒰ prescription :  surrender. let go. let the shift take you instead of trying to own it.

◞ sagittarius.

omen :  your suitcase is always packed. fate’s verdict :  you see shifting as a trip, not a home.  ꒰ prescription :  commit. sink in. stop treating your dr like a fictional destination.

◞ capricorn.

omen :   a mountain looms in the distance. you start climbing. fate’s verdict :  you work too hard. you think shifting should be earned, like a salary. ꒰ prescription :  stop treating shifting like a job interview. you don’t have to prove yourself to the quantum field.

◞ aquarius.

omen :  a thousand ideas flicker in your mind at once. fate’s verdict :  you overcomplicate shifting with theories instead of doing it. ꒰ prescription :  stop analysing. start experiencing.

◞ pisces.

omen :  you already live in your dr. just not physically. fate’s verdict :  you dissociate instead of directing. ꒰ prescription :  channel your daydreams into intention. be the river, not the mist.

the stars have spoken . . . will you listen?

[financeprincess]

I spent, at a minimum, at least $500-$1,000 a month exclusively on my self improvement. Here is most of what I spend on, in no particular order:

Education (classes, books, courses, certifications, college tuition, seminars, etc.)

Private lessons for languages, musical instruments, sports, etc.

Personal hobbies and passion projects

Crest whitening strips (great when in a pinch), Invisalign, professional whitening, preventative dental care, prescription whitening products from my dentist

Investments such as index funds, REITs, ETFs, CDs, individual stocks, commodities, appreciative luxury items, precious metals & gems, etc.

Organic food, vitamins, supplements, high quality healthcare, therapy, massages, prescriptions (Rx skincare, etc.)

New glasses & contacts (getting some bayonetta glasses from Burberry soon, very excited)

Sports, gym membership + sauna, hot yoga, Pilates, kickboxing, tennis, skiing, dance, etc.

Personal care such as bath/shower products, body care, haircare, skincare, makeup, brightening eye drops, perfume, etc.

Travel, events, concerts, festivals, etc.

Shopping (clothes, accessories, home goods, etc.)

Eating out at restaurants and going to coffee shops

Beauty treatments such as manicures, pedicures, waxes, brow tint & threading, salon blowouts, hair cuts & colors, facials, lash lift & tints, vitamin IVs, etc.

Regular visits to my dermatologist, dentist, psychiatrist, eye doctor, primary care physician, gynecologist, and any other specialists

Semi-regular appointments with a personal trainer, holistic nutritionist, and dietitian

I don't do all of these every single month, but most of these are recurring throughout the year and budgeted accordingly. Eventually I might add in more intense cosmetic work like medspa services, Botox, etc. If you can find a workplace with a great benefits package such as high quality healthcare, an HSA/FSA, health & wellness reimbursements for the gym, disability & life insurance, etc. I would highly recommend it and max out all the benefits you can.

[kakiastro]

Jupiter + the type of husband you will have

Hey yall! It literally took me a couple of weeks to make this post because I believe I’m experiencing burnout 😫 I think I’m going to take a mini break😅anyway, I hope you had a an amazing holiday!! Today I’m going to be talking about the traits and type of husband you will have based on your Jupiter.

Jupiter traditionally rules the husband. For those who are seeking a husband or husband-like partner, Jupiter is the planet to look at.

Look at your:

1. Jupiter sign

2. Jupiter degree

3. Jupiter house placement

4. Jupiter aspects

Also look at your Jupiter persona chart for deeper details as well!

Jupiter sign and house breakdowns:

Aries/1h

- may love to wear athletic brand outfits, have tattoos, prominent forehead, may have bangs or hair just cover their forehead, thick eyebrows, strong sex appeal to them

-their bold and confident

-may work in military, law enforcement, medical field dealing with lab work(blood draws, blood disease researcher), entrepreneurship and being the boss, welding or anything dealing with metals, butcher, working in a gun store.

-could be athletic or loves the gym

-loud or outgoing

-may lack impatience and tend to be impulsive

-always on the go, they have to always be doing something

-loves hot or spicy food

-may love debates and may come off as argumentative

-risk takers, they make quick decisions based on impulse. This can can either back fire or work in their favor LoL

Taurus/ 2h

-may have Venusian look to them so curly hair, smooth skin, very pretty. They may look like they can be a model, they look good on camera. Might have a mole, birth mark or a tattoo on their neck, something about their neck stands out. They’ll have an attractive voice

-money matters such as dealing with money by working in a bank. Working in the culinary industry so owning/working in a restaurant, working for a company that deals with food. Working in real estate or in the housing industry, working the arts such as fashion, painting.

-may be stubborn and like to take their time in doing things

-loves going out to eat especially to their favorite restaurants. If food is involved, they’re going!

-very sensual, loves to wear good smelling fragrances, dressing nice. These are the type of husbands that loves to buy flowers for you just because.

-loves physical touch such as holding hands, cuddling, arm around the shoulder types.

-very charming, may have a lot of friends but only a few close ones.

-loves passion and romance

-listening to lots of music

Gemini/3h

- you may meet them through a close friend, siblings, someone close to your neighborhood, library, school, they can be a former or current classmate

- they may have a unique laugh that catches your attention, may have smile that appears mischievous, may wear glasses for reading or prescriptions, messy hair do

-loves to talk as long as it’s airy and fun

-speaking of fun, they’re down for whatever, very outgoing person.

-may have lots of friends or know lots of people

-loves to read or write books or blogs

Cancer/4h

-may have a prominent chest, moon face that’s round or crescent shape, pouty lips, big round watery eyes. They may be wearing comfy clothing

-can come from a close knit family or they are family oriented. Can be close to his mom or has motherly figures in their life.

-may prefer to be at home

-may be proud of their ancestral roots and would want that displayed in there home

-loves home cooked meals

-very private person

Leo/5h

-Leo energy has a strong aura, they give A list celebrity energy so you may noticed them right away due to that, something about there hair may stand out to you. Likes dressing and looking good

-have a lighthearted warmness to them like their ruler the Sun

-may be well known, not necessarily famous (although they could be) but they have a lot of friends or they’re known for something.

-really artistic and love the arts such as theater, entertainment, dancing. They could also work in these fields

-may be intuned into there inner child, not necessarily childish but they know how to have fun

-may love children. Work with children or children is apart of their lives.

-may be overly dramatic about certain situations in their life

Virgo/6h

-may work in the medical field or is interested in medical stuff

-daily routines are important! These are the type of husbands who have a scheduled routine everyday lol

-may be workaholics, work is important to these hubbies. Now work doesn’t always have to mean their career/job either, working around the house, doing a project, fixing a car. They’re always doing some type of work!😅

-just like Gemini, virgoes love to read as well. The difference is Virgo loves to read things that has lots of detail. They need to know the who and why while Gemini just need the overall story and they can fill in the details themselves lol

-can be critical and judgy, mostly of themselves though, they can project on others if they’re not self aware.

-health is important to them! They may read up on different dietary recipes that can improve help.

-they either love animals to a fault or run away from them. There’s no in-between 😆

-could be managers or have a lot of co-workers as friends

Libra/7h

-very elegant and put together. May wear cologne or nice smelling body wash

-very charming indidvial, know how to swoon you

-flirtyyyyyy

-don’t ask them where they want to go eat because they don’t know😫it’s best to just remember their favorite food and go from there Lol

-may be business oriented or wants to own a business

-partnership is very important to them. Libra is a people person so close relationships are ideal

-doesn’t like unfairness at all. If you’ve been mistreated, they are the type to defend you if they feel like you’re being treated unfairly. They’re very much social justice warriors

-having some sort of balance in there life is key!

- may also like fashion things

-family may also be important

Scorpio/8h

-intesnse stare. You may feel intimidated by them at first but really are sweethearts when you get to know them

-there really private people, they don’t trust others easily at all. Once you have their trust then then you have there heart forever

-power dynamics with friends, family, lover may be themes

-they have sexual appeal

-they may have strong jealous tendencies. If they are self aware and put in the work to address these feelings then they are fine not if their the crazy jealous type, that’s not good and leave

-money may also be a theme, shared finances

-loves the color black

-may work in mortuary science, funerals, graveyard, taxidermist, finances, psychology, therapy, detective, forensics

Sagittarius/9h

-may be from a different culture, city or country from you

-may work in overseas, as a judge, historian, in a church, as a pilot/airline employee , cruise ship, writer, professor

-loves traveling, may have a lot of knowledge on different cultural backgrounds

-religious or is interested in religion. They could study theology

-these people love adventures, no matter how big or small it is the adventure is. Going to target can be an adventure because they’ll make it one 😅

-love reading books especially books that educational or something that broadens their minds to different ideals and ethics

-May have some good lucking legs 🦵. They may have a history of doing track or love running/jogging

Capricorn/10h

-there may be an age gap and it doesn’t have to be a huge one. Maybe a few years older. They can also be very mature or has a lot of life experience for someone their age.

-very ambitious, they don’t climb ladders, they climb mountains and will make it to the top every time

-respect and status is important to them. It doesn’t always mean fame status but status in a “I just want people to look up to me in a respectful way.” They may be managers or bosses, they can just carry that energy as well

-they may look put together, clean clothes that matches, hair groomed. They just look like they have their life together even if it’s currently a mess😅

-they have a jawline that was crafted by the Gods 🤌🏾

-family is important to them as well! Building a solid foundation that can be passed on to the next generation is a huge thing for them. They may be the patriarch of the family

-very close with their grandparents especially grandma. If their still alive and well, You’ll probably meet their granny before their parents

Aquarius/11h

-may have started off as acquaintances, then really good friends, not thinking much about dating until feelings starts to develope

-yall could of met while on a dating app.

-this is a cute, adorable, quirky, and weird husband. They may have different interest than you but that’s what you love about them!

-these partners are the type who will give you your space if you need it, they’ll actually encourage it!

-they may know lots of people and you’ll meet lots of new people through them.

-rules? What’s that? Lol they don’t mind breaking a few if they feel the need too. These people definitely live their life by the beat of their own drum.

-may be involved with humanitarian work, tech, science, astrology

Pisces/12h

-your connection my feel “divine” or like this person was handpicked for you specifically. There’s a spiritual connection between you two. You may dream a lot about each other.

-may also be from an unknown or foreign culture or country.

-water related things may be a theme such as the beach/swimming in the ocean, taking a cruise, kayaking, yacht, traveling to a water based city like Venice, Italy

-spiritually discussions can be part of your relationship

-creativify such as singing, writing songs or filming could be careers. Also being a healer like a spiritual teacher

-you may worship the ground they walk on and put them on a pedestal. Just try to make sure you don’t wear colored glasses and see them for who they are right now and not who you want them to be

-telepathic connection

Any married people here? Does some of this describe your hubby?

I’m not married yet but when I do, I’ll reblog this and let yall know 🫡

[nessheartnat]

Would you shelter me?

autistic(?) fem!reader x older!nat (SFW)

summary: stress had been bothering you for a long time, but a small moment of comfort and safety made it at least a bit better.

warnings: legal age gap (not specified, r is like in her mid twenties and nat in her mid thirties), r being stressed and overwhelmed

notes: finally I managed to write something!! I’m sorry for having been MIA, I’ve been struggling with a writer’s block and too much stress on my plate. And yeah, this one shot was totally not inspired by my awful day :’) 

Also, I’d like to say that r being possibly autistic in this one is mostly based on my own experience, so it might not be the correct way of portraying things.

words: 1.4K

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You sat in a dimly lit apartment, staring blankly at the screen of your laptop. The warm light of the fairy lights on the windowsill beside you contrasted the bright screen in front of you uncomfortably, but you didn’t want to sit in the dark. The screen was too bright, only increasing the dull throb on your forehead that had been bothering you the entire day. You had taken painkillers, maybe two or three, you weren’t even sure at this point. Natasha would scold you softly if she knew that you had once again ignored the instructions on the prescription.

At the thought of your girlfriend, you felt a tiny warm sensation in your chest. If only the thought would help with your looming stress and overwhelmness at all. Thinking of her wasn’t enough, you needed her. You needed to feel Natasha’s warmth, feel her solid, safe presence. Natasha was always so steady, anchoring you in a way no one or nothing else could. But she wasn’t home yet, and you would never bother her while she was at work. Not that calling her would even be enough right now.

You didn’t even realize your empty gaze was directed at the wall again. You shrugged your head, flicking a finger against your temple. Focus.

You forced yourself to concentrate on the screen in front of you. The essay wasn’t going to write itself, no matter how you wished it would. Luckily, the deadline was still two days ahead, but you knew you should have started earlier. You had actually planned to start two weeks ago, but somehow your habit of procrastinating had taken over. 

You stared at the half empty document in front of you. In the span of five hours, you had managed to write three paragraphs. In no circumstances was it considered enough, and knowing that you had to write five pages, the amount you had managed to produce felt almost worthless. It’s a start, you thought, but the words felt almost mocking. This wasn’t going anywhere.

Once again, your thoughts started drifting before you even realized it. You knew you should be grateful for even getting into university in the first place. You enjoyed studying, you felt passionate about your degree, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing, but that didn’t change the fact that sometimes it was simply too stressful. And you weren’t the best at handling stress. 

It always made you overwhelmed, and being overwhelmed made you shut down. It was impossible to focus, your brain felt foggy, your mind was all over the place. Your head felt too empty and too crowded at the same time, and you just couldn’t think straight no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t get things done, and that frustrated you greatly. 

It wasn’t just your mind that felt the stress though. Your whole body felt either too sluggish or too tense. Either you couldn’t do anything than stay curled in the corner of the couch, or you paced around the apartment, stimming with your fingers with your mind racing. There was no in between.

You were once again pulled from your thoughts, but this time, it was the sound of the door opening and closing. You could hear sounds of shuffling, then footsteps. Natasha was home.

“Baby?” she called out from the entryway. Before you could think of what to answer, she stepped into the room. “Moya lyubov', why are you sitting in the dark?”

Your brows furrowed. It wasn’t that dark, was it? The fairy lights were on, after all. You looked back at her, but didn’t say anything. 

Natasha watched you for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You were curled on the couch with your laptop on top of your thighs. Your hands were stimming, fingers tapping against each other, and your gaze was focused on Natasha, but something about it felt just a little too empty. She could see that you were probably cold, from the way you had goosebumps all over your arms, but you still hadn’t taken the soft blanket that sat on the edge of the couch. Natasha’s posture relaxed slightly, and it was like she could see right through you.

She walked over to you, grabbed the blanket, and sat down beside you. She draped her arm on the backrest of the couch behind your head, but her hand didn’t touch you yet. At that moment, you realized you hadn’t said a word. 

“I had a headache,” you mumbled, not really knowing why that was the first thing that came to your mind.

Natasha’s face turned into a small, worried frown. Her hand brushed your hair from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. 

“Did you take a painkiller?” she asked. Her eyes studied your face, reading your lack of expressions. 

“Mhm…,” you hummed and nodded your head slightly afterwards.

“How many?” Natasha asked, knowing you had a habit of ignoring the instructions on the prescription. You turned your gaze down back to the laptop that still sat on top of your thighs.

“Like… Three I guess,” you mumbled. You heard a small sigh, and felt Natasha’s arm move closer to the back of your neck.

“Love, you know you shouldn’t take more than two in a day,” she lectured softly. 

“Sorry… Just thought it would help,” you answered with your head down. Your finger started tracing your knuckles absentmindedly.

Natasha’s gaze assessed you for a moment. She knew you well enough to know you were stressed, and definitely feeling overwhelmed. She had seen the signs for days. Natasha looked at the screen of your laptop, seeing the essay you had been working on. In the corner of the document, she saw the small text, saying that the last edit had been made over an hour ago. 

Natasha seemed to always know what you needed, even though you rarely expressed it out loud. And this time was no exception.

She reached forward, taking the laptop from you. She made sure that the document had been saved, and then closed the device and placed it on the coffee table. 

“Come here, malysh,” she said softly, and pulled you closer until you were resting against her side. You made no effort to resist, as you just let your body slump against her. You laid your head on her chest and let out a small sigh. Natasha draped the blanket over your frame, wrapping it around you in the way she knew you liked it. She wrapped her arms around you, bringing you even closer until your body was flush against her. 

She placed a kiss on the top of your head and started rubbing your back in a slow, soothing motion. Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the blanket, your fist clenching and unclenching around the fabric as your eyes kept staring into nothing.

Natasha knew you needed steadiness, a calm, quiet moment with lots of comfort. But before she’d let you drift off to being non-verbal, she had to make sure you were okay in the aspects which she could directly help with. 

“Did you have anything to eat?” she asked and started carding her fingers through your hair, careful not to tug on the soft strands.

You nodded a little against her chest. 

“Had instant soup. And toast,” you specified, knowing that it made Natasha smile.

“Good girl,” she whispered, and laid another small kiss on the top of your head. Her arms tightened around you, making sure that you were snugly in her hold. 

“You can worry about that essay later, okay? Let me just take care of you now,” she said softly, continuing to stroke your hair. 

You managed to let out a small hum of agreement, and nodded against her chest again. You had wanted to have this moment of safety and comfort for the whole day, so you wouldn’t even think about disagreeing with her. Not that resisting would even be possible, Natasha knew you needed this, and she wasn’t going to let you suffer alone.

“You can close your eyes if you want to… I’m here baby. I’m not leaving, you can just be now,” she whispered and placed another kiss on the top of your head. You nuzzled your face closer to her chest, and for the first time in a while, you let yourself relax in her hold. You were right where you were meant to be.

 “Let’s just take a moment now, hm?”

[diushek]

I love impregnating Shen Qingqiu, but you know what I find more fun? The pregnant virgin Shen Qingqiu :D

I mean, it's absolutely hilarious no matter who the parent or the situation, like, Shen Qingqiu who exchanges qi with Liu Qingge in a mystical cave and accidentally becomes pregnant?

Or Shen Qingqiu hitting Shang Qinghua with a fan full of pollen, Shang Qinghua touches him skin to skin to return the aggression, and THAT PASSIONATE TOUCH causes a pregnancy.

Or the beautiful moment where disciple Luo Binghe accidentally impregnates his Shizun while brushing his hair with a jade comb that turns out to be a rare amulet who, fueled by Luo Binghe's feelings, impregnates Shen Qingqiu. (Extra angst points if it's like, a month before IAC and Shen Qingqiu notices the pregnancy after. Hehehe.)

Or even Shen Qingqiu sharing a tea with Yue Qingyuan and accidentally drinking from the same cup (from a tea set gifted by another sect, clearly cursed or something) Shen Qingqiu clearly ends up pregnant - and the Sect Leader is very, very full of feelings about it.

Oh BOY, what else do we have here? Accidentally pregnant due to Mu Qingfang's medical error in the cross prescription of some herbs and touching his exposed skin? Accidentally pregnant from Zhuzhi-lang's bite? I mean, he would have to expel some eggs, that would make his pregnancy process shorter like, four and a half months in and four and a half months out? Lmao make me wild, ACCIDENTALLY PREGNANT WITH MOBEI JUN'S BABY, maybe because Shen Qingqiu had some cursed amulet on him or some kind of curse on him at the same time Mobei-jun has to touch him with qi for something (keep him alive on Junshang's orders perhaps?)

I mean, the funny thing is that Shen Qingqiu is a virgin. Very virgin. Virgin in "the only pussy I've ever seen is from porn" and "the only cocks I've ever seen too. Not that I watch gay porn. You just see cocks when you watch porn, it's inevitable". Virgin in an almost spiritual state of silly behavior.

And obviously, it's so funny that in a world of sexual plants, papapa to solve everything, he, JUST HE, has to carry a baby without all the sexy act that leading to a pregnancy.

I mean, it's hilarious. He's such a dumb boy. He will hit Shang Qinghua very hard for all those pregnancies of course.

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

TW: Drug Use - Marijuana

Transcript under the cut

Jonathan & Malcolm: Grandma Queenie!

Queenie: Hello boys. I see your mother is taking yet another trip out of state.

Jonathan: Mommy is making a house for a movie star!

Queenie: Hmm. Well. You two must be hungry. Poor things. Come inside, I’ll have lunch prepared.

Malcolm: I want peanut butter and grape jam with no crust on them!

Queenie: Anything for my boys.

Nancy: We can leave now. Take me to the airport, Andrew.

Driver: Yes, Mrs. Landgraab.

Nancy Narrates: [If I spent too much time with my sons at home, I was losing focus on the business. If I was buried under my work, then I was neglecting them. No matter what I did, there was no pleasing her]

Nancy Narrates: [So I focused on my work and on my friendship with Judith. Each time I flew out to Del Sol Valley to check on the progress of The Ward Den, I’ve grown to know the global superstar. I’ve grown to love her too]

Nancy Narrates: [I was beginning to realize, wealth was one thing. Fame was something entirely different. For the first time in my life, people looked at me, not through me and I had Judy to thank for that]

Fan: Oh my god! I love your movies, Ms. Ward! We’re your biggest fans!

Judith: Oh, how cute. Who can I make this out to?

Fan: Oh, please Mrs. Landgraab, can I have your autograph?

Nancy: You want my autograph? Really?

Fan: Oh, yes please! I admire everything you do! God, I want to be you! A power woman. Ah! Meeting you feels like a dream!

Nancy: I- wow. I’d be happy to.

Judith: You were born to be a star, Nan.

Nancy Narrates: [And as promised, I gave her the house of her dreams, with the view of the entire world from her balcony]

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[cork pop]

Judith: WOO! Time to pregame before the real party starts, Nan!

Nancy: [exhales] Hmm. I haven’t smoked pot since college.

Judith: It’s legal in DSV. I even got a prescription for it, for anxiety.

Nancy: If I wasn’t an east coast girl, I’d consider moving out here.

Judith: The Hills isn’t just for movie stars, you know. You’re making quite the name for yourself and there’s a calling for talented female architects. You could tap into the market like nothing.

Nancy: No, I’d never hear the end of it. My mother hates what I’m doing. The Landgraabs are supposed to be noble, humble philanthropist not celebrity icons.

Judith: Fuck her, respectfully. I divorced my parents and was emancipated at 16 so I could protect my assets and my goddamn sanity. I don’t regret it one bit. You have your own name to consider. That old bag can stuff it.

Nancy: Right.. I don’t want to ruin my high, darling. Let’s change the subject.

Judith: Alright. So tell me, friend. What else haven’t you done since college?

Nancy: [snorts] Not much. I was a very good girl.

Judith: Oh bullshit. There’s no cameras here, you don’t have to put on a show for me.

Nancy: I’m serious. I hit the books. Partied very little. Went to church every Sunday.

Judith: And apparently you smoked pot.

Nancy: [smirks] Apparently so.

Judith: You are such a little mystery to me.

Nancy: Maybe that’s a good thing.

Judith: Give me something. I tell you everything, I don’t want this to be one sided.

Nancy: [hums] I guess, when I was younger, I had- thoughts of sorts. I still do.

Judith: Thoughts? About?

Nancy: I guess...thoughts about women.

Judith: Oh, honey, don’t we all!

Judith: I think that’s normal. Women are passionate creatures! We love with our whole selves, with our mind, our body, our entire being. We crave likeness, at least I do. I feel incredibly sated in talking with you than with a man, even if he was a lover.

Nancy: I’m not talking about friendship, Judy.

Judith: No? Oh!

Judith: Ahhh, I see! You know, I do think women are very sexy. Not sure if I could commit to the whole eating pussy thing. I could receive it though. You?

Nancy: I think about it so much that I fear the desire for it will consume me.

Nancy: The wanting—the ache—is so deep inside of me that nothing can reach it. I used to be able to ignore it, but now it just sits there, tormenting me and gnawing at me from the inside. I’ve.. never said it out loud before until now.

Judith: [gasps softly] Oh my.

Nancy: [sniffs] You think that’s strange?

Judith: No, I think it’s hauntingly beautiful. Have you ever thought about fulfilling those desires?

Nancy: You mean... go sleep with a woman?

Judith: Why not?

Nancy: I’m married. I could never do something like that to my husband. Besides, it’s just silly, little thoughts. It means nothing.

Judith: It hardly means nothing, Nan. Listen, I love ya to pieces. Should you ever choose to do what you want and lose some control, I will love you then too.

-

Nancy Narrates: [Lose control? The very thing that I clung to in this life? I couldn’t fathom it. Who would I be if I gave into the things I truly wanted]

Nancy Narrates: [So, when it came to a lesson in losing control-]

Nancy Narrates: [life introduced me to Lily Feng]

Lily: Mind if I sit my drink here?

Nancy: No, not all.

Lily: You’ll have to forgive me, I am a bit nervous. It’s not everyday I get to meet my idol. I hear you designed The Ward Den, it’s marvelous.

Nancy: Thank you. A little out of my element, but I liked the challenge. I didn’t catch your name.

Lily: Lillian Feng. You can call me Lily, if you like.

Nancy: Are you from here?

Lily: Oh, no. I’m from Tomarang, originally. I live in San Myshuno. I’m new to the area, still getting my footing in my practice.

Nancy: My office is in San Myshuno. What do you do?

Lily: I’m an interior designer. I own and manage a small, modest firm. Popular in the east, but I’m hoping to make a name for myself here in the states.

Nancy: You own your own firm? Wow, that’s- amazing. I don’t meet many women in your position. Especially not in this field.

Lily: It certainly wasn’t easy. I have to claw my way to the top. When it’s a man’s game, you can’t play it nice and safe, although I’m sure you’re aware.

Nancy: Unfortunately so. Have you any prospects since moving to San Myshuno?

Lily: [tsks] It’s quite the competitive market. There appears to be a whole network I can’t seem to tap into. I have had my eyes on the Dreamer project.

Nancy: [blushes] Ah well, it’s likely because of me- well, my company. I’ve yet to acquire it. Anyway, it’s who you know that gets you through the door in this business. The Landgraab Co. tops the market.

Lily: What a shame. That would make you my biggest competition, wouldn’t it? And such a pretty threat too.

Nancy: Ah. Well. That’s...kind of you to say. Um.

Lily: Oh, my drink!

Nancy: I-I can grab it for you-

Lily: Don’t fuss, I’ll get it.

Nancy: [gasps]

Lily: Now, we were talking about the Dreamer Project. So, you’re familiar with it?

Nancy: Mhm..

Lily: I hear the City Council is looking to expand San Myshuno with an entirely new district. It will be the biggest project of the decade.

Nancy: Mhm. Y-yes.

Lily: Any chance that Mayor Dreamer made a inquiry with the Landgraab Company?

Nancy: I...I can’t say.

Lily: [chuckles] I’m only teasing. I know you’d never reveal your hand so easily. Besides, it should be a given. The project sounds perfect for the Landgraabs, being as though the Dreamers are likely interested in classical architecture.

Nancy: Actually, the project is more modern. High tech.

Lily: Huh. Is it now? Who would have thought?

Lily: It’s been a pleasure speaking with you. I’m happy to have met you.

Nancy: [breathlessly] I’m happy to have met you too. Are you leaving?

Lily: I have an early flight. The city never sleeps, and neither do I.

Lily: But I’m sure you’ll see me around.

[buckyownsmylife]

out of the woods (chris evans x famous!reader smut)

the one where Chris watches an interview of you on the Ellen show

Warnings: mention of small stature in comparison to Chris, smut thoughts, Ellen Degeneres trash talking/thinking, cursing, mention of prescription medicine, talk of age gap (reader is younger than Chris), jacking off, daddy kink

WC: 3k

A/N: this doesn't really have an ending, so if you all like it, I might make a series out of it - the idea is that you are also famous (for acting, singing, writing) and have been friends with Chris but there's always this underlying tension between the two of you. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: no, he's not married in this story nor do I intend to feature Alba in any part of it whatsoever.

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I realized some fans were tagging me in a short video of Y/N on Ellen DeGeneres’ show. I knew she had gone there by herself, mostly to promote her new album, but also to give some publicity for our movie, so I was aware that she would probably talk about me at least a bit… Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked the link to check the video for myself.

She looked gorgeous as always, her hair down in that way I loved so much and her skin seemed to be as soft as ever under the mini dress she chose to wear, her legs stretching out and making her look taller than she actually was. I chuckled, remembering just how small she looked by my side.

I remembered one time when I lifted her up, bridal style, and spun her around the pub we had close to the set, after the Patriots had won a game. Despite not understanding the game, she tagged along and celebrated every time I got excited, like the cute person that she was. I got so transfixed by her giggles back then. They were the sweetest sound and the only thing I heard, despite the fact that we were in the middle of a very loud bunch of dudes. 

I found myself imagining again, as I had then, what it would be like to have her under me, trapped by my arms in bed, or better yet, against a wall, only my thighs securing her in place while I made her moan with my touch. How would she sound? Or, better yet, how would she feel?

Christ. 

Shaking my head, I tried to gather my thoughts so as to not let them stray too far in that direction, something I didn’t have much success in doing, despite the fact that I had been practicing that simple habit every single day since I met her. But it was proving to be a nightmare. She was just far too tempting.

Shaking my head once more, I focused on the video in front of me. My heartbeat had sped up as soon as it started, but I tried to tell myself it was because I was scared for her, since I knew how Ellen could get invasive sometimes.

“So, Y/N…” She started, eyeing my co-star. “You have just finished working on a movie with someone we’re very familiar with, isn’t it?”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the blonde woman. “I suppose so. We have just finished the promotion for it, maybe you guys have already seen it?” She asked the crowd, who went nuts at her. It was sweet to see this kind of feedback, I truly believed in our movie and the fact that I got to know her was just an added bonus.

“For those of you who don’t know what we’re talking about, it’s called ‘Be Here Now’ and it’s currently in a theater near you. Y/N stars alongside Chris Evans, who we love so dearly here, and they play brother and sister as they try to reconnect after their parents' passing.”

More applause at that. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at her idea of love. Last time I was there, she made me pretty uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“So, how was the process for you? We know you’re familiar with the filming process, since you star in your own series ‘Evermore’, that sent you to stardom, along with your songs, but you had said before you’d never act outside of it, since your true passion relies on music. What changed your mind?” Ellen sat back as she said that, already comfortable with the fact that something good would come out of this interview, since Y/N had been pretty vocal about what made her decide to do the movie, even with me.

“Chris did, actually. Or, in fact, the fact that he was cast in it.” A chorus of “aws” echoed around the room and there was no way to know if they were real or prompted, but they were quickly interrupted by the host.

“So, you were a fan?” She instigated, as to what Y/N nodded again.

“Of course. Well, my mom more than me, but I was the one who introduced his work to her, so…” She poked her tongue out at the camera, to which my heart (and my cock) jumped in response. “Ever since I got into this, when I first had the idea for Evermore with James, I told him time and time again I would never act outside of this, because I had no intention whatsoever on becoming an actress. I have always been in this for the music. Well, the writing. I’m a writer, I like writing scripts and songs, I’ve fallen into this performer thing by accident. But I’ve always been adamant about the fact that if I ever had the opportunity to act alongside Chris, I’d take it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I’m good enough. It didn’t even matter if the script was terrible, which thankfully wasn’t the case, I just really admire him and his work and I would never live with myself if I turned this opportunity down.”

Even though I knew most of this, I couldn’t help but to gloat at the fact that this incredible woman actually admired me. She was so much better than me in so many things, even acting, and she still thought I was great enough to get her to participate in a movie. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have a little crush, that’s right?” And there it was. The coup. Of course. That evil wench…

“That’s what you took out of everything I said? Jesus, Ellen, has anyone ever told you that you listen like a man?” Ouch. That one was perfect. Being the ambassador for females and lesbians everywhere, it couldn’t not hurt her, especially coming from someone as angelical, sweet and universally-loved as Y/N. I appreciated the quick second her smile faltered before it became plastered on her again.

“No, I haven’t heard that before… But tell me, have you met any of the other Marvel actors? I mean, granted, there are a lot of them now, but especially those who have worked closely with Chris?” Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have been friends with Elizabeth Olsen for a very long time, we’re very close, but other than that, no. I haven’t had the chance to properly meet, or rather, hang out with any of them.”

“Who’s first on your list?”

“Anthony Mackie,” Y/N promptly responded, getting a few laughs and claps from the audience.

“My, you had that answer ready” Ellen teased, to which Y/N simply shrugged again. 

“We talk through social media sometimes and I know for a fact he’s hilarious. I hope we get to meet sometime. I might just have to bug Chris about it.” She had already, in fact. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other and I was already planning my next party just to be able to make that happen.

“What about Sebastian?” Ellen asked, a glinter of something extremely suspicious in her eyes.

“Sebastian Stan? No, we haven’t met, but I’d love to get the chance to someday. He seems extremely sweet and I know he’s very talented and Chris loves him, so I think it’s a matter of time until it happens.”

“I heard somewhere you had a bit of a crush on him, right? Even if you don’t admit that you have one on Chris?” This fucking woman. I could fucking kill her right now. But, to my surprise, Y/N simply laughed.

“Truly, you have got to check your hearing sometime soon, because that is absolutely false.” 

“Really?” Ellen pushed, to which Y/N beamed even brighter at her.

“Positive.” A beat as the two women stared at each other down. “I think what you meant is that I have had a huge crush on his character, Bucky Barnes.” Y/N explained, laughing at the host. “I admit that only happened after I saw Sebastian’s portrayal of him, but my attraction to a fictional character can’t be really connected to him.”

Ellen nodded, obviously not paying attention to anything she was just saying. “Well, let’s figure out who do you actually feel attracted to, shall we? Let’s play fuck, marry or kill!”

The audience screamed and, to my surprise, Y/N didn’t even blink, a patient smile painting her lips as she calmly watched the interviewer. “So, Y/N, between Anthony, Sebastian and Chris, who would you rather fuck, marry or kill?”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling at the older woman. “I couldn’t possibly answer truthfully to this question, Ellen, mostly because I am not capable of feeling carnal attraction to people I have never met, but I can 100% assure you that I would marry Chris without blinking twice if there was a choice.” 

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The crowd went crazy, obviously satisfied with the answer.

“And you’re sure you don’t have a crush on him?” Ellen’s eyes glistened with mischief, as she stared at the younger woman.

“Ellen, I think the question here is… Are you sure *you don’t have a crush on him?” The laughs from the audience was the last thing to come from the video before it stopped, and I found myself echoing them in the silent living room. Oh my, how I missed this girl.

I tapped my fingers nervously on my jean-clad thigh, looking around the room. I had been staying in Boston with my family for the last few weeks, since the movie premiered and we had finished promotion, and I had found myself constantly calling her to share funny stories from my nephews or to hear about her day. I knew she wanted to meet my family, she had always said she admired the fact that we were so close, despite there being so many of us.

My mom obviously loved her, having been a fan of hers long before I even heard about her existence. So what if…? 

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call in the name of the woman I had been thinking about. The phone rang three times before she picked up, stopping me from giving up on this crazy idea.

“Hey, Chris! How are you? I missed talking to you, it’s so weird seeing you everyday for four months and then suddenly not at all anymore.” I know I was literally forty, but I literally melted at this girl’s words.

“Did you now? Is that because you wish we were married, so we could see each other everyday?” Her breath hitched as she realized I had seen the video and I could just imagine the cute little embarrassed expression she was probably sporting right now. I tried to ignore the fact that my words and tone of speaking had suddenly become way too similar to when I was flirting with a girl.

“Fuck, you saw the interview.” I had never heard Y/N curse before, so the fact that I suddenly had no control over my mouth could be explained by the unavailability of blood in my head, since it had all gone south.

“Come stay with me for a while,” I spilled suddenly. Silence was the only answer I got from the other side of the call and my heart sped up in a way that only happened when I was truly anxious. I was already cursing myself out for scaring the poor girl when she finally answered.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice barely over a whisper. It was obvious how vulnerable she was feeling, and a sense of overprotectiveness overcame me. “Please don’t joke about this, Evans. This better not be a prank. ‘Cause I really do miss you a lot.”

Fuck indeed. There was no way something good would come out of this idea, but there was no way I would go back either.

“Of course I’m being serious. Come to Boston. You can stay with me, but I think my mom is going to steal you before you even settle in.” A large breath came from the other side.

“Okay. Okay! I’m going to pack my bags. Yay! I’m so excited!” She was clearly jumping up and down with the perspective of what was to come, and I couldn’t help the smile that painted my lips not only at her cuteness, but also due to my own excitement at her arrival. 

“Great! I’ll be waiting.” My heartbeat still hadn’t gotten back to a normal speed. “Text me the details of your arrival, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Chris, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I knew what she meant. If someone caught sight of us together at the airport, or even the fact that she was here in Boston, all hell would break loose in the press.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, baby girl. I’ll take care of it.” I froze, only then realizing what I had just called her. A few seconds ticked by while I silently freaked out, wondering how I could brush this over, when she intervened.

“Thanks, Chris. That was pretty much the best thing I’ve ever heard. I just might forgo my prescription medicine while I’m over there, because you’ve been able to completely relax me with just two sentences.” She giggled and if I was at first leaning towards thinking she was sarcastically teasing me, just by the nature of her words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she actually meant what she had just said.

Once again, I was at a loss for words, especially because I couldn’t help but to allow myself to imagine that this was her, flirting with me a little bit. The blood I so desperately needed in my brain had once again left to pump another organ full of life. I was saved from having to answer, though, as Y/N quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“I’ll text you the details of my flight in a little bit. See you soon, angel.” She hung up before I could process the nickname she had given me. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, finally relenting and getting up from the couch to take a shower to rub one off.

I had found myself in this situation more times than usual after meeting Y/N. Normally, I’d only do it out of boredom, preferring to fuck someone whenever I’d get sexually frustrated. But the last few times I had taken girls from parties into my bedroom, I could only see her. Y/N. And I hated how disgusting I felt after it was done, the fact that I didn’t care about the girl I just fucked and the fact that I imagined my younger friend.

So now I resorted to this kind of activity. As the warm water started to hit my body, I allowed my right hand to travel the extent of my body until I found my hardened member. “Fuck,” I found myself whispering into the bathroom as I tugged on my cock. Images that I had spent a lot of time concocting in my head flashed in front of me, all of them starred by Y/N. 

I imagined her nude body here with me, under the falling water. How her breasts would heave with every breath she took. Would she be as filled with desire for me as I was for her? I imagined the path the warm droplets of water would run across her skin and how I wished I could lick its remnants. 

Maybe she’d fall to her knees before me, looking up from under her eyelashes with that coy expression that drove me crazy. Her lips would softly kiss the tip of my cock and she’d still be watching me, analyzing my reactions. I would do my best to restrain myself, allowing her to get accustomed to my member, but my hands would eventually find their way to her wet strands, creating a makeshift ponytail that would facilitate my vision of her work while I still managed to control myself and not use it to guide her.

She’d kiss the skin all around my cock, quick little kisses just to tease me before going further down to suck on my balls. I’d throw my head back, begging her to do what I needed, and she’d finally succumb, wrapping her lips around my tip before slowly sucking further down my dick. She’d be relentless, eventually being able to swallow my whole member down her throat, and I would look down again to see her looking up at me with a proud gaze in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I would whisper, just before I finally snapped, using my grip on her hair to pull her from my cock until just the tip remained tightly squeezed by her lips, until I pushed her all the way against me again. “Take this fucking cock like the little perfect girl you are for daddy.”

And she’d take it like a pro, a satisfied smile on her lips as I fucked her mouth, eventually breaching into her throat, making her gasp for air, tears in her eyes as her hands flew to my hips in an attempt to slow me down. But she wouldn’t really, opting for simply carving her nails on my flesh as she took every single rope of cum I’d deposit between her eager lips.

Fuck. I let the water wash away the sin I had just committed while sending up a prayer for better control when Y/N arrived. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the bathroom, touching myself while she was at my house.

[sylusonychinus]

I really like you

Pairings: Zayne x Fem Reader

Summary: "but boy i like you...i really really like you" really like you (babymonster)

It was always there, lurking in the corners of her heart—quiet, gentle, and entirely untouchable. The secret love she had for Zayne, her best friend since high school, had quietly grown with her through the years. From study dates to late-night talks about life, the universe, and their future, Zayne had always been there—like an unshakable constant in her life. But she’d kept her feelings hidden, buried deep, not wanting to risk their friendship for something that could be fleeting.

They had first met in high school. Zayne had that kind of charm that made him instantly likable. He was the guy everyone could talk to, easygoing and thoughtful, but also someone who carried an innate warmth that made others feel special. She’d admired him from the start, though she never let it show. He was always just a friend to her, even when her heart would flutter when he smiled, or when he helped her through difficult moments—always offering a hand, never expecting anything in return.

Even after high school, their paths continued to intertwine. They both got accepted to the same medical school, and their friendship deepened as they spent long hours studying together, always finding themselves sharing notes, joking about the absurdity of exams, and supporting each other through the grind. Zayne was an open book, never hiding his emotions. He was the kind of guy who looked out for everyone—whether it was a random classmate or an elderly woman on the street who needed help carrying her groceries. He gave selflessly, often without realizing the depth of his kindness.

But despite their closeness, she had kept her feelings locked away. The thought of ruining their friendship, of disrupting the bond they shared, terrified her. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if it made everything awkward between them? She couldn’t risk that. So, she buried her love beneath layers of laughter and companionship.

One evening, during their second year of medical school, they found themselves sitting on the rooftop of their apartment building after a long study session. The sunset was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, and they had a quiet, rare moment to just breathe.

“You know,” Zayne said, glancing at the sky, “I’ve always wanted to do something meaningful with my life. It’s not enough just to know all the medical stuff. I want to help people in a way that goes beyond just prescriptions and treatments.”

She smiled softly, watching the way the light made his eyes shine with passion. This was what she loved about him—his heart was always in the right place.

“You already do,” she said, her voice quiet but sincere. “You’ve always helped people. You’re always there when someone needs you. It’s what makes you... well, you.”

Zayne laughed, brushing his hair out of his face. “I just do what feels right. I guess that’s why I’m still helping Mrs. Jensen with her garden every Sunday afternoon, even though I don’t have time for it.”

She paused at the mention of Mrs. Jensen. She remembered seeing him help her when they were in high school—how Zayne would go over to the elderly woman's house every weekend without fail, cutting her lawn, bringing her groceries, and spending time with her when no one else did. It wasn’t something Zayne talked about much, but it was always there—a soft reminder of how big his heart was.

That was when it hit her. She had fallen in love with him, not because of grand gestures or dramatic confessions, but because of moments like this. Because of how he took care of the elderly lady when no one else had time to. Because of how he never changed, despite the years passing and the challenges of med school. She had fallen in love with Zayne because he was everything she could ever want in a person—kind, selfless, genuine—and yet, he didn’t even realize the quiet strength of his heart.

She looked at him, a slight pang of realization pulling at her chest. She had loved him for so long, and it wasn’t just about the little moments anymore. It was about the person he was—the person who cared without asking for anything in return.

Zayne caught her gaze and smiled. “You know, I think this might be one of my favorite spots. It’s peaceful up here. I can just... think, you know?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, her heart thudding a little faster in her chest. “I know what you mean.”

For a long moment, they simply sat in silence, the city lights twinkling below them, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.

Zayne’s voice broke the quiet. “I’ve been thinking, too. About the future. You know, the kind of doctor I want to be.”

She turned to him, curiosity piquing in her eyes. “What kind of doctor do you want to be?”

“A doctor who listens,” he said, his expression soft and sincere. “A doctor who really sees people, not just their illness. Someone who doesn’t just treat the body, but takes care of the person.”

Her heart clenched. It was exactly what she had been falling in love with all along. The way he treated people—not just as patients, but as individuals with lives, hopes, and dreams.

“You already are that person, Zayne,” she whispered. “You’ve always been.”

Zayne turned to her then, his eyes locking with hers. For a moment, everything felt still. The world, their studies, their busy lives—it all seemed to fade away as they shared this quiet moment together. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, and for the first time, she didn’t pull away.

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” he said, his voice sincere and warm.

Her heart stuttered in her chest, and she nodded, squeezing his hand. But what she didn’t say was that, even though she had always kept her feelings hidden, she had never truly been just a friend in her heart. Maybe now, just maybe, the years of silence would speak volumes.

And as they sat there, hand in hand, the future didn’t seem as uncertain as it once had. Because for once, she allowed herself to imagine a future with Zayne—not just as friends, but as something more. Something real.

As the stars began to shine brightly above them, she knew this was just the beginning of a love that had always been written in the stars.

a/n: yes ill be basing this from my experience coz....ik we all been there :333 im using zayne as the character coz hes similar to him :3

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Emotions

“Emotion” is a term that came into use in the English language in the 17th and 18th centuries as a translation of the French term “émotion” but did not designate “a category of mental states that might be systematically studied” until the mid-19th century (Dixon 2012: 338; see also Dixon 2003; Solomon 2008).

Many of the things we call emotions today have been the object of theoretical analysis since Ancient Greece, under a variety of language-specific labels such as passion, sentiment, affection, affect, disturbance, movement, perturbation, upheaval, or appetite.

This makes for a long and complicated history, which has progressively led to the development of a variety of shared insights about the nature and function of emotions, but no consensual definition of what emotions are, either in philosophy or in affective science.

3 Traditions in the Study of Emotions

Emotions as: Feelings, Evaluations, and Motivations

Although emotion theories differ on multiple dimensions, they can be usefully sorted into three broad traditions:

The Feeling Tradition - takes the way emotions feel to be their most essential characteristic, and defines emotions as distinctive conscious experiences.

The Evaluative Tradition - regards the way emotions construe the world as primary, and defines emotions as being (or involving) distinctive evaluations of the eliciting circumstances.

The Motivational Tradition - defines emotions as distinctive motivational states.

(Scarantino, 2016)

Each tradition faces the task of articulating a prescriptive definition of emotions that is theoretically fruitful and compatible at least to some degree with ordinary linguistic usage.

And although there are discipline-specific theoretical objectives, there also is a core set of explanatory challenges that tends to be shared across disciplines:

Differentiation: How are emotions different from one another, and from things that are not emotions?

Motivation: Do emotions motivate behavior, and if so, how?

Intentionality: Do emotions have object-directedness, and if so, can they be appropriate or inappropriate to their objects?

Phenomenology: Do emotions always involve subjective experiences, and if so of what kind?

Emotions as Constructions

Constructionists are convinced that emotions are put together on the fly and in flexible ways using building blocks that are not specific to emotions, roughly in the way cooked foods are constructed from ingredients that are not specific to them and could be used according to alternative recipes.

One of the ingredients out of which emotions are built is said to be core affect, which is a:

neurophysiological state that is consciously accessible as a simple, nonreflective feeling that is an integral blend of hedonic (pleasure–displeasure) and arousal (sleepy–activated) values. (Russell 2003: 147)

Psychological constructionists emphasize that we are always in some state of core affect, which is a sort of barometer that informs us of our “relationship” to the flow of events.

The readings of the barometer are feelings, understood as blends of pleasure-displeasure and activation-deactivation.

These readings can be represented as points along a “circumplex structure”, with the vertical axis representing the degree of activation-deactivation and the horizontal axis representing the degree of pleasure-displeasure (Russell 1980).

Despite the great diversity of views on the nature and function of emotions, a broad consensus has emerged on a number of topics. Here is a tentative list of what a plurality of emotion theorists agree about, with brief mention of where the disagreements begin:

ONE. Emotion episodes involve, at least in prototypical cases, a set of evaluative, physiological, phenomenological, expressive, behavioral, and mental components that are diagnostic of emotions and are to some degree correlated with one another.

The degree to which these correlations are instantiated continues to be a central topic of theoretical debate: latent variable models assume that emotions cause the changes in components and expect to find strong correlations, whereas emergent variable models assume that emotions emerge from changes in components caused by something other than emotions and expect to find weak correlations.

TWO. Token episodes of the same folk emotion type (e.g., anger, fear, shame) manifest a great deal of variability with respect to expressive, behavioral, physiological and phenomenological features, as well as intensity, duration, valence, arousal, type and range of intentional objects.

Researchers disagree on whether underlying all this variability there exist measurable bodily patterns of some kind that are still distinctive of different emotions.

THREE. Emotions have intentionality or the ability to represent.

Researchers disagree on whether emotions represent descriptively or imperatively or both, on what exact contents they represent, and on what grounds the emotion-world representation relation. A small minority of researchers, hailing mostly from the enactivist movement, have argued that emotions lack representational qualities.

FOUR. The physical seat of emotions is the brain, but there are no neural circuits that correspond one-to-one with any folk emotion type, and brains are embodied and embedded in environments that are essential to their proper functioning.

Researchers disagree on how exactly the brain implements tokens of different emotion types, and whether emotional phenomena are best understood in terms of emotion-specific or emotion-unspecific neural mechanisms.

FIVE. Emotions typically involve conscious experiences, but such experiences are not strictly necessary for an emotion to be instantiated, in part because some emotion terms refer to dispositions and in part because most theorists consider feelings conceptually distinct from non-dispositional emotions.

A handful of influential researchers such as LeDoux (2017) and Barrett (2017) continue to identify emotions with conscious experiences.

SIX. Evolutionary and socio-cultural considerations must both contribute to our understanding of a great many emotions’ functions. These are both intra-personal functions —e.g., helping organisms coordinate organismic resources to deal with urgent demands—and interpersonal functions —e.g., communicating information useful for the negotiation of social transactions.

Researchers continue to debate whether there is sufficient empirical evidence for basic emotions and other special-purpose emotion mechanisms. Some see the role of evolution as limited to the shaping of general-purpose adaptations, such as core affect and the ability to categorize, which jointly lead to the emergence of emotions.

SEVEN. Emotions are no longer considered structurally opposed to reason.

Researchers continue to debate the circumstances in which emotions manifest various kinds of cognitive and strategic irrationality.

EIGHT. Emotions can be appropriate or inappropriate with respect to their intentional objects.

Researchers debate the grounds of, and distinctions between, different forms of appropriateness (e.g., fittingness, moral appropriateness).

NINE. Emotions typically involve appraisals of the significance of the stimulus situation, ranging between primitive and sophisticated forms of information processing.

Researchers debate what the structure of appraisals is, and whether appraisals cause or constitute emotions or both.

TEN. Emotions typically correlate with changes in motivation to do things.

Some researchers think emotions cause or consist in such changes in motivation, whereas others think that changes in motivation have other causes, or are too unspecific to ground a theory of what emotions are.

The exploration of these insights and the resolution of the disagreements around them is a thriving interdisciplinary project in contemporary emotion theory.

Philosophers and affective scientists will continue to engage in it for years to come, putting their distinctive theoretical skills at the service of projects of common interest.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References Word Lists: Uncommon Emotions ⚜ Other Words to Use ⚜ Positive Feelings

[thechy-fychannel]

I haven't seen anyone talk about the absolute insanity that is the Prescription Passions scenes that House is watching in episodes 13 & 14 of season 4.

In episode 13 there is that iconic scene after they agree to the custody agreement where House takes Wilson out drinking and purposely gets him drunk so he'll get whiskey dick and not be able to have sex with Amber that night. A totally normal fun prank to pull on your bestie ha ha am I right fellas?

Of course this doesn't go the way House plans and Wilson gets pissed off and leaves him there. The next time we see House, he is watching this scene from his soap opera:

Could it be any worse than loving somebody who can't love them back? Could it???

Which could mean nothing.

And then at the end of episode 14 there's that really sweet moment with Wilson and Amber about the waterbed. Wilson tried to do something for himself, he hated it, Amber was proud of him for trying and says she kind of liked the bed. Wilson immediately shuts it down and says they're taking it back and Amber is thrilled that he put his foot down and made a decision!! They cuddle up on the floor together and they're so happy and in love.

And then the literal next scene cuts to House watching Prescription Passions and this is the scene playing:

My sister? My mirror? My twin? The person who is almost me but isn't me??

We fell in love. What do you want from me? I'm just a man.

As thrilled as I am about this wonderful thing happening, it doesn't compare to the happiness I feel when— we're together, is what obviously comes next if House hadn't paused it.

Which could, again, mean nothing.

[tmwcs]

Finale

Warnings: Hints of somnophilia, kidnapping, yandere 😏, dazed and confusion, mentions of reader being drugged (prescription drugs), there’s a little bit of a Timelapse and can be a little confusing so make sure you read/re-read part one before reading this.

Authors notes: Yeah, so fairy tale series is no different from the traditional acts and content of yandere obsession and love that is featured in a lot of my work…so please only read if you don’t find the content disturbing or discomforting.

“I feel so…weak…tired…like all my energy being drained from me. I can barely keep my eyes open…how is this…”

Your body sinks into the comforter—the small prickle on your fingertip tingles you to sleep. In deep slumber, your mind is enveloped by a passionate dream—one you’ve never had before. You didn’t know who he was or why he was there, but he seemed to hold the key to paradise. Sweat stains the silk satin sheets as you fade in and out, feeling him pumping and thrusting slow and sometimes fast. He’d go hard and deep—other times he’d tease you by rotating just the tip of it in the opening—probing and puncturing as he breathes into your neck and growls into your ear. It felt so real—so everlasting.

At a cyclic rate, the same dream went on and on. It felt eternal, and the pulsating sensation of your womanhood creates a tight knot in your gut. Your hips roll and dips into the mattress, you swore you opened your eyes and awoke, but it only lasted for a second and you’d fall right back into his arms as he picks up where the dream left off and ravishes your body once more. Tainting your body, he marks it inside and out—you’ll forever be ruined.

Your hands grip the sheets as you feel the cool air freezing those beads of sweat decorating your skin. Your heart skips a beat whenever he whispers into your ear…

“Yeah? Right there? Is that the spot, baby? Keep telling me how much you like it…”

You swore you responded and begged him to stop, but he kept going—much to your deepest gratitude. There were moments where his tongue, hands, and lips felt too good—moments where you couldn’t stand it any longer and felt yourself screaming internally. God, what a feeling…it’s indescribable.

“Stop…please no more…”

He ignores your pleading and keeps going. He fills you, pumps into you, and stuffs everything he’s got deep into the center of your core. You hate to admit it, despite your begging, you love that he kept up his momentum and continues. This feeling of being owned—belonging to one who claims you and shows you who is in charge…it was like…like…

“Wake up, baby.”

You hear his voice beckoning. Your smile fades as you feel yourself being pulled away from the vanilla environment. Instantaneously, the silk, candlelight, and cinnamon air disappears and a different sensation hits you. Your eyes slowly open and grogginess takes over. “Mm…huh?”

Fully awake, your eyes stinging from the beaming light in your face. “Wh…what is—“

“It’s quite alright, relax. I’m going to listen to your heartbeat, take deep breaths for me.”

You do your best to abide but struggled. In and out you overhear the voices above you.

“She’ll be alright. Just keep giving her the medication prescribed and limit her movements. Have her continue with bed rest.”

You force your eyes to open through a series of blinks. The blurry image of your surroundings finally becomes clear, and you raise a brow once you realize that the entire room was unrecognizable. Skin sore from the IV needle securely taped over the back of your hand—your mouth slightly dry and lips chapped. “Wh-what is—“

“Shh—relax, baby.”

Baby?

You squint your eyes shut once more to ease the stinging. Finally, they adjust to the bright lighting and you can fully make out the room. Beige tapestry, vanilla colored silk sheets, and cinnamon scented candles.

You hear the voices come to a minimum and the door shuts. Gentle footsteps grow closer and a strong hand caresses your cheek.

“I really don’t want to keep you on those medications, but if you’re still in pain then I guess we can have you take them for just a bit longer.”

Confused and scared, you find your voice to question the young man before you. It came out cracked and incoherent, to which he was kind enough to prop you up and help you drink water from a fine glass. He had a slender build but was strong—you could tell by the lean muscle and the veins that trailed his forearms. His face was well defined yet soft. He was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life, yet you’re unsure if his looks were enough to ease your discomfort. “Who—who are you?”

He smirks. His jawline becomes more defined and his slick brow raised, taking his level of attraction to a devious one.

“What was the last thing you remembered, baby?”

“S-stop calling me baby…who are you? And why am I here?”

He frames his fingers around you chin and forces you to look into his sharp gaze. “What do you remember?”

You gulp. A sense of fear hits you when he looks at you so sternly, and you don’t know why. You’ve never seen this man before. “I…I was dropping my little sister off at her friends house. I…I went home and I fell asleep as soon as I got in.”

He continues to smile, which further exacerbates the fear within you. “Oh baby, is that all?”

“What do you mean is that all?” You stir a confused look in his direction. He ignores it as he reaches over to a small dresser and fishes out an article. Lovingly, he lays it out on your lap and sits beside you, much to your chagrin. He pulls you in closer—cradling you to his side. “Are you coherent enough to read on your own?” He asks you. The tone in his voice came off tender yet teasing. You ignore it and begin reading. A few sentences in and your heart drops. “What the hell is this?” You look over and question the young man. He chuckles with a small bit of blush tainting his cheeks. “Keep reading and you’ll find out.”

The more you read, you shook your head in disbelief. “No…no…that’s not…I—I…”

At a loss for words, you wondered about your house, your parents, and your younger sister. Do they have any idea where you’re at? So they even know?

“I…no!! I was at home!”

He smirks against your cheek as he pulls you in. With a tender kiss, you felt the thin layer of saliva coat your skin, which you rubbed off harshly as you pushed him away. “Get me out of here!! I want to go home!”

He smiles once more. “You are home. In fact, this has been your home for over a year.”

“What?” Your voice cracks once more, only this time it was out of shock. “What the hell are you saying? I’m telling you dammit! I was home! I was just home earlier today!”

He shook his head, once again, his display of tenderness comes off more demeaning than loving, despite the adoration glazing his eyes. “Na-uh. Look at the date baby.”

You scurried the article and peered at the date. “Yeah? That’s today’s date.”

He smiles as he takes his phone and pulls up the date and current time. “Don’t think so babe. You’ve been heavily induced with all those medications, you don’t even realize just how much time has passed. My poor sleeping beauty, good thing I’m here to take care of you.”

The pain in your chest soars and it almost felt like it was going to explode any moment. This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t be. Your eyes begin tearing up. “No…no…no because my finger…my finger I remembered my mom—I hurt my finger in the rose thorn in the sink!” You force a smile as the tears flourished your skin. Holding your hand up, you point to your fingertip explaining the wound you incurred. You tried to tell yourself the truth despite what you had just read. Just when you presented the last bit of evidence to your name, you felt your skin go cold when he shakes his head and gently takes your hand in his.

“Was it really in the kitchen sink, baby?” His words were gentle and almost sympathetic as he kissed your finger. But then…a small flash back hits you. A subtle bit pierces your brain and leaves as fast as it came. Right after you rejected your friend's offer to attend a party…when her words brought you back to a time when you were in high school…

“What do you remember, baby?” He asks as he pets your hair. You begin explaining not to enlighten him, more so to backtrack your steps as you walk yourself through the events after you dropped your sister off…

“My friend…I told her I didn’t want to go to this party and she said something that reminded me of a time in high school…someone left me a rose while I was napping in the project room…”

“Oh but was it what she said that reminded you of that rose?” He interjects. You snap your head and look into that sharp gaze once more. The way he looked you over—up and down, there was nothing but adoration and love…so deep and dangerous, it was the stuff nightmares were made of. “Or was there something else that made you think of that time? Something inside the car?”

A gulp nestles in the center of your throat. And suddenly you remember…what had really happened. What was disclosed in the article. The view of the stars laid in the night sky like diamonds on black velvet, and displayed before you through your windshield. You were on the phone with your longtime friend, and her voice echoed as something on the floorboard of the passenger seat caught your eye. You reach down to grab it—“ouch!”

You remember harshly sucking your finger as you admired the deep red rose. It looked very much like the one left in your grasp in the projection room.

“Oh so you do remember my gift—both of them.” He happily delights as you froze. “You?…You’re the one behind the two roses? How? I don’t even know you…”

He wasn’t bothered by your harsh statement, instead, he delicately removed the IV needle and helped you up. “I’m sure you’re hungry, and we should get a bath ready for you.”

“No…no! Explain everything to me!”

He looks at you with a feigned look of surprise. “You already know. You saw the rose in the car and—well…everything is just what the article says.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Please…please tell me…what is all this? Who are you? Why? Just why?!”

You collapse and he catches you. He was charming, fluid with his motions to protect and shelter you…in other words, he was every girls dream, but to you, he was a nightmare. “Let me go! I want to go home!”

He hugs and tenderly kisses you once more, but this time you push him off and stumble over to the window. Hanging onto the curtains, you relied on them as your strength hadn’t fully recovered. Opening them, your mind goes blank upon seeing a brick wall…not a glass window, just a brick wall. “There's no way out—at least not that way. If you’re good, much like how you were when the doctor filled your system up with those medications, I can take you out. You’ll at least get to remember and enjoy the sunlight this time around, instead of being asleep.”

You look over to see a wheelchair stationed by a secured door. This couldn’t be! One by one, you opened up each curtain, all six of them lined up beautifully, only to find that they were merely for decoration. Each one covering a mirage of bricks—stacked and concreted into the wall. You slowly figured the room was secured underground. So deep underground.

You slowly turn around, and saw him standing. Unbuckling his belt, he walks over and wraps it around the backside of your waist—pulling you into him. You were too stunned to think or do anything. Were you really here this whole time? The dreams? Everything…the article explaining the “devastating car crash”—your car crash. How your body was never found but the car was found bursting in flames…over a year ago. That bit of you arriving home, pricking your finger over the kitchen sink…all of it was a dream. You did fall asleep…after you pricked your finger in the car. Whatever was laces on those thorns—it seeped into your bloodstream once it punctured skin. There you laid asleep, and up for his grab in the middle of the road before abandoning the car.

Yet something in your gut told you that the dreams that followed suit—the feigned paradise of cinnamon and vanilla…that wasn’t so much of a dream…to your worst fear…you explored the possibilities of his ravishing being a reality. Especially when you began to feel the bit of his essence drip down your thigh as he tugged the belt tighter—squeezing it out of you. This man…while you slept. The worst part was that you had enjoyed it—did that peer through your sleeping status? All those times when you bit down on the pillow case and gripped the sheets—begging him to stop but thanking him when he kept going…did he see all that? Was that all real? Looking up at his handsome face and seeing how he adored you…how he tenderly moved pieces of your hair from your face…yeah…something tells you that part was real.

“Don’t worry Sleeping Beauty. You’ll never have to worry about anything…just sleep. Sleep as much as you want. I’ll take care of you…I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you. Just sleep to your heart’s content.”

Sleep?…sleep…strange…you were always so tired…always felt so restless and succumbed to those moments throughout the years in school and took every opportunity to nap. However, now…to your disadvantage…you felt wide awake.

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[househrt]

also on the House DVDs, one of the special features is just all of the Prescription Passion scenes in the show, even the ones we only see like 2 seconds of while it plays in the background