#she specifically used the word take. like ok. okay.

[crabs-but-better]

bruh please let this invitation be lgbt

[rogueddie]

Hair Care T | 1,749 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is what makes you brave

Steve learnt early on that if he makes his hair all soft, fluffy and big, then girls would play with his hair. He's always loved having people touching his hair.

But after the Demogorgon, after he gets his act together? Suddenly, no one wants to touch his hair. No one comments on it, or even looks at it like they're so much as thinking about it.

And it is driving Steve insane.

"I can't just ask for it!" He complains. "That's weird and- and what if they take it the wrong way? What if I sound too weird or desperate?"

"I'm the wrong person for the weird complaint," Eddie points out. "And I still don't get the problem. What about Robin?"

Robin is convinced that all his little lines, trying to encourage attention towards his hair as subtly as he can, are all pick-up lines.

To be fair to her, she has only ever seen him using said lines when he's flirting. But they're supposed to be little hints, a nudge and a wink. Friendly- playful even.

But, because of that, he has a nasty feeling that she would take any hint or request about his hair as romantic. And the last thing Steve wants to do is make Robin uncomfortable.

"Ok, yeah, I see the problem there," Eddie hums, considering. "What about the kids? El and Max. They adore you and love playing with each others hair."

El had asked to play with his hair once.

She'd heard, somehow, that his hair is 'famous' in Hawkins and had wanted to see why. She encouraged Max to join her, even though she mostly ended up petting him like a dog.

Max had seemed to enjoy it more than El, but not by much, and the snickers from the other kids had been enough for him to refuse to let them "go again".

He's the babysitter, he needs at least some dignity.

"But did you like it?" Eddie presses.

"Well, yeah," Steve mumbles, snuffing his slipper on the carpet. "It was nice or whatever. Not worth the jabs though."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Didn't feel worth it."

"Hmm..." Eddie pauses again, frowning as he looks him over. "Well... what was it specifically about what they did that was so nice? Has anyone else done that for you?"

Tommy used to play with his hair constantly. He was a quick learner and, with how much Carol visibly and vocally enjoyed watching them, there wasn't any shame.

They both seemed to enjoy themselves more whenever they could convince Steve to sit on the floor, so Tommy could scratch at his head more effectively.

"Which..." Steve pauses, frowning. "In retrospect was probably some weird power play thing. Like, I was the king at school but a dog at home."

"Yikes."

"Yeah."

But they knew exactly what he liked and they were good at it.

Tommy knew that he loves the back of his ears scratched, likes the small strands at his neck tugged. He knew that Steve loved the feeling of fingers brushing his fringe back, especially when he'd get rough and push his head back a little with the motion.

They knew what he needed.

"Well... I could do that," Eddie suggests. "I mean... if you want. It's not like it would be a hardship."

"Really? You wouldn't be uncomfortable?"

"Not at all. As long as you're ok with it, it's all good."

"That- yeah. Yeah, I'm on with that."

That's how it starts.

Steve had sat on the floor, in front of the sofa where Eddie was sat. It reminded him of Tommy for a moment, but Eddie quickly brought him back to the moment with a hand on his shoulder.

"This alright for you?" He asked, squeezing gently when Steve nodded. "Alright. Just let me know if it's bad, too much or you want to stop."

"Okay."

He had thought that would be it, though. Moments when they hung out in private, a thing for them that no one else was allowed in on.

But Eddie starts playing with his hair. All the time.

If he can find an excuse, he abuses it. Even in Family Video, busy with people and customers lining up in front of Robin, right next to them. Eddie just... leans forward, reaches out and pushes his hair back.

He does it so casual, so out in the open, that- somehow- Robin is the only one who gives them a strange look.

On movie nights, he's started putting a pillow down on the floor between his feet. When Steve comes in with popcorn, Eddie gives it a pointed look and raises an eyebrow at him.

It's so much, so often. Steve loves it, has never been so happy for so long. It leaves him feeling high sometimes.

All good things, for him, come to an end though. And his comes in the form of Robin Buckley.

"I'm not saying I have a problem with any of it!" She clarifies, right off the bat. "If it's just a friendship thing, that's amazing. I love how happy you are, really, and I don't want that to go away, and I know-"

"Robs," Steve interrupts. "Slow down. I don't know what you're trying to say."

She stood, staring at him for a moment, seeming to vibrate with her need to speak, before finally blurting out-

"Are you and Eddie dating?"

"Wh- what? No, that's... no. Why do you, uhm, think that?"

"Steve," she whines. "I know about your hair lines, remember? One of them must have worked with how addicted he's got to yours."

"Oh, that... no, that's not what's happened. Those aren't lines, I just... I really like people playing with my hair."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Wait, that still sounds suspicious. He plays with your hair all the time because he knows how much you like it?"

"No one else was going to."

"Oh my god," she rolls her eyes, stepping closer so she lightly tug at his hair. "I would have been doing this all the time if I knew it was ok!"

"Oh, uh, sorry?"

"No apologies, just tell me when you started crushing on Munson."

"How-?"

"I know you, dingus. Apparently not as well as I had hoped I did, but I do. And you're gone on him. When. Did it start?"

The first time Steve realized that he was feeling more than 'friendship feelings' for Eddie was when he was eating at his new trailer.

Wayne had come home early and was surprised to see that Eddie had a guest over.

But Eddie was too busy jumping up, excited to introduce them, to notice.

"Wayne! This is Steve, I've told you about Steve, he's great," Eddie said. "Steve, this is my uncle, Wayne. He's amazing, don't worry, he doesn't bite."

Steve had quickly stood extending an arm, and introduced him properly. He made sure to add a quick 'sir' at the end.

Wayne had quickly dismissed the title, turning to Eddie with a fond look, and said, "what was it you called him? Pr-"

"Shut up," Eddie was fast to interrupt, hands waving around.

And Steve realized that he was feeling hope. He was filled with hope that Eddie had said what his uncle seemed to about to say.

He realized that he wanted Eddie to think of him as pretty. He wanted Eddie to find him so pretty that he told his uncle.

It was a warm feeling, fluttering through his stomach- a feeling that he is all too familiar with.

"I'm gagging," Robin says, monotone. "But that does help."

"Help? How?"

"Uh, because he's obviously into you too!"

"Robs, I don't know..."

"Come on, it'll be easy. He already likes you, so you don't have to try so hard. Just a little thing that lets him know you like him. One of your moves-"

"No, Robs... I'm sure that he likes me too, at least a little, that's not the problem."

"What is them?"

"I... I've never, like... been with a guy. What if I do it wrong?"

"Steve," Robin grabs both of his shoulders. "He likes you. All you have to be is yourself."

"I don't know if I c-"

"You can, and you will. We'll think of a plan that cannot fail, you'll put on your brave pants, and we'll kick this problems ass."

"My brave pants? It's brave face."

"No, I mean those pants that you're always saying make your ass look good. Those are your brave pants."

"... Ok, yeah, they are."

It doesn't take them long to settle in a plan. It's simple, easy. It shouldn't give Steve enough time to doubt himself.

Eddie arrives on time, knocking on the door at the exact time it turns four p.m.

"Hi!" Steve greets, wincing at how overenthusiastic he is. "Come in."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, fine, just... slow day. Too much energy. Come on, I made too much food earlier if you want some."

"You know I'll never turn down free food, Stevie."

Over dinner, Steve starts to finally relax. Eddie is, as always, easy to talk too.

When they step into the living room, Steve snatches the pillow off Eddie before he can put it on the floor and places it in Eddies lap instead.

"Oh, uh," Eddie stutters, eyebrows high, staring down at Steve who did not hesitate to rest his head on the pillow in his lap. "You- yeah?"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. "You alright with this?"

"Yes- yeah, this- of course."

"Great!"

Steve stretches to the coffee table, handing Eddie the remote.

He doesn't pay attention to whatever Eddie puts on though. He can't stop thinking about how he's laying, how Eddie's hand feels so much more gentle in his hair.

Eventually, he turns so he's on his back. He catches Eddie's hand before he can pull away, waiting until Eddie looks him in the eye before pulling his hand close enough to kiss his palm.

But, instead of surprise, Eddie sighs. His shoulders drop, smiling wide- relieved.

"You're so pretty," Steve says, pushing through the confusion he feels at Eddies reaction. "And I, uh... I really like you, Ed."

"Yeah?" Eddies eyes scrunch with how wide his smile is, shifting his hand out of Steves hold so he can brush the back of his knuckles along his cheek. "Little ol' me?"

"Yeah. I'm- I mean, you're funny and you care... you're just... it's too soon to say love, I know, but-"

"I love you too."

[nereidprinc3ss]

okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.” 

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief. 

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.” 

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.” 

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication. 

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.” 

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest. 

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.” 

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you. 

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.” 

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there. 

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.  

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?  

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday. 

---------------------------------------------------

The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.  

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence. 

“Can we talk?” 

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph. 

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?” 

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!” 

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth. 

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with. 

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.” 

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins. 

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.” 

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.” 

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.  

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?” 

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad. 

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”  

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you. 

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.” 

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake. 

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered. 

“Are you still mad at me?” 

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm. 

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.” 

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.” 

He chuckles. 

“At an entirely different university.” 

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident. 

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.” 

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?” 

Spencer sighs. 

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.” 

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin. 

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected. 

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.” 

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

[ddejavvu]

ok but my favorite criminal minds specific trope is when the team needs someone to be bait and the unsub’s type is reader, would you pls write hotch just trying so hard not to lose his professionalism when the team realizes reader has to play bait??

There's a knock on your door, and you hope it's Emily. She'd know how to untangle this dress.

"Who is it?"

"Hotch," Comes the reply from behind the door, "Can I come in?"

"Uh-" You stammer, lunging for your tank top and throwing it over your head, "...Yeah!"

Once he gets the O-K from you he turns the knob, peering into the dimly lit locker room that you've been using to change. The outfit you'd been provided is a strappy ensemble, but the strings are intertwined with each other like stray yarn, and you don't know how you're ever going to get into the garment.

"I can't figure this out," You lament, holding the dress sheepishly between two fingers, "I think this is made for wizards or something."

Hotch chuckles, reaching for the dress, "Can I try?"

"Be my guest," You nod, turning to a mirror on the inside of one of the lockers and reaching for a comb, "I'll do my hair in the meantime.

Hotch absentmindedly fumbles with the dress while keeping an eye on your work, "Pigtails?"

"Well," You grimace, tugging one of the ponytails tighter on your scalp so that it sticks up and bounces with any movement of your head, "You know what they say about pigtails."

Hotch's face takes on a similar expression of discontentment, "Right."

While you pin some of your stray hairs in place, Hotch makes a breakthrough. The dress comes untangled, hanging between his fingers like it should have on the hanger.

"Oh my god!" You marvel, "Are you a wizard?"

"I was trying to keep it a secret," He plays along, offering you the garment, "But I guess the cat's out of the bag."

"Thank you," You gush, taking the dress from his hands, "I can't- oh."

The dress warps in your fingers. It hangs limp in your hands; apparently you'd grabbed the wrong strings.

"Uh- like," Hotch reaches for it, pulling a few straps up from where they're sagging, "That."

"Oh. Right." You grab the ones he's holding instead, hyperaware of his fingers brushing your own, "Can- um, is Emily here?"

"No, she's out at the second scene," Hotch hums.

"JJ?"

"Talking to the parents of vic #3."

"Hotch," You hum cautiously, "Could, um- could you help me get this on?"

He's still for a moment, nodding slowly after he processes your words.

"Yeah," He takes the dress back from you, letting you fumble with the zipper, "Here, I'll- I'll close my eyes."

"Thanks," You breathe, watching him lower his hands until the dress is close enough to your waist for you to step into it, "So just-"

"Yeah." He nods, letting his eyes slip shut as you take a deep breath. You take your tank top off first, then your bike shorts, and brace your hands on Aaron's to get your leg high enough to step into the dress. He doesn't open his eyes, but you can tell he wasn't expecting the touch.

"Sorry," You hum, far too close to his face as you shimmy your hips into the fabric. You try finding the sleeves, mindful of the straps, and his breath hits your face when he speaks.

"You don't have to do this." He murmurs, his lips moving mere inches away from your own.

"Hm?"

"This," He jostles the dress slightly, as much as he can with it around your waist, ""If this is too much, you don't have to go undercover. It seems stressful to me."

"It is." You nod, even though he can't see it. The movement shakes your chest slightly too, and with the way Hotch is crouched, your boobs bounce just below his jaw.

You take the time that his eyes are closed to admire his face like you can't when he sees you. There's equal laugh lines and frown lines in his face, and you're glad he doesn't overdo the latter.

You slide the dress the rest of the way up your body, fitting your arms through the sleeves and securing them over your shoulders. Then you hum, 'okay', and his eyes flutter open.

They widen at the dress, a maroon garment that hugs your curves and billows out at the waist. You back away from where you'd been nearly standing on his toes, tentatively turning on your heel, "Could you zip me up?"

"Mhm," He nods once, reaching for the zipper. It puts his hands on your lower back and you barely contain a shiver, something that you'll think about long after tonight.

"There," Hotch hums, securing the clasp at the top of the zipper's track.

"You're sure you want to do this?" He asks, his breath now fanning over your mostly-bare shoulder. This time you do shiver, but you hope he doesn't notice.

"I have to," You nod, "I'll be okay, Hotch."

"Alright," He nods reluctantly, his voice soft and careful, "I'll be across the room the whole time if you need me. Just say the word and I'll be there."

You pride yourself on not collapsing at his words despite your weak knees. You nod, "Thanks." And finally turn to face him with a nervous smile.

"Ready?"

"Ready," You nod, and he steps aside to let you pass him. Despite having let you go first he reaches the door before you do, pulling it open for you and letting you lead the way out.

"Oh," Morgan crows from across the room, "Killer, baby!"

"The pigtails are a nice touch." Reid smiles kindly at you, "Did you know that-"

"Yes Reid," You put a hand up, not intent on hearing nauseating statistics, "I know."

He nods, blinking rapidly at being cut off. But he's quiet, and that's all that matters to you right now.

"Okay, Morgan, you're with me," Hotch commands, "We'll be stationed around the club just in case Y/L/N needs help. And Reid, you stay here with Rossi. JJ will be out soon. Let me know if Garcia has any updates."

"Will do," Reid nods, and Hotch gestures to the exit of the police precinct, letting Morgan fall into step beside you.

"Nervous?" He asks, elbowing you in the arm.

You take a deep breath, nodding, "Yeah, a bit. But it'll help, I'm sure."

"It will." Hotch assures you, heading for the team's SUV and pulling open the passenger door for you. He pointedly avoids looking at the hem of your dress when you climb into the seat as it rides up your thighs, and he even tucks the fabric into the car so that it doesn't get caught in the door.

"Good?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for your confirmation. When he has it, he shuts the door, striding around the front to the other side.

"I think boss man's more affected than the unsub'll be," Morgan snickers, and you turn to glare at him while Hotch climbs into the front seat.

"Morgan," Hotch eyes him disapprovingly in the rear view mirror, "Whatever you're doing, stop."

"Told you," Morgan smirks at you, hissing at the slap you land to his forearm, "Ow! Hotch, control your work wife."

"You probably deserve it," Hotch drawls, pointedly ignoring the work wife comment, as do you. But everyone notices the slight rosy tinge to his cheeks, and as usual, Morgan doesn't know when to quit. You're happy for the excuse to check your phone, even if the text does make your face flush hot.

Derek: I know he helped you get that dress on, maybe he'll help you take it off tonight ;)

[kanmom51]

Okay so I had to put my thoughts down in words

I just don’t know how to feel about what Jimin said in the bts of Muse, other than sad.

I guess I should start by saying I’d been dreading him saying something along the lines of that since I heard Who, as to why he made it. The MV bts came and went and then bam, we get a mini production diary, with saying he’s looking for love and is alone. Exactly how I thought he would explain it.

I hoped I’d be wrong but alas, he more than confirmed he is single. I suppose it’s not surprising, but all of our collective hope or support seems in vein now.

I’m still going to watch the travel show but I feel sad about it tbh. They make such a cute pair.

I'm really sorry that you feel that way love.

Especially knowing that you are just not taking what JM said the right way.

In any case babe, whatever you might believe about their relationship, that shouldn't take from you supporting them for being the most adorable human beings possible.

I won't go too much into the BTB. I do think you need to watch it multiple times, try to pay attention to JM's body language too. But I will say that I do think that your reaction here is unwarranted, in the sense that JM IS NOT saying he's single or that he is looking for love or that he is alone.

Let's start with the fact that JM was going for the gender neutral lyrics to start with, but that changed, probably because it sounded better with the "she" instead of the "you".

So, yeah, JM originally wasn't looking for a she, but a you. Funny how if this was an autobiographical song that would have mattered, right? Oh, wait a second. It isn't.

The song is not about JM, not about his real life, not about his actual experiences down to the T.

Not this song, nor Muse the album, even though the other songs were written by him.

Not an autobiography. Unlike Face.

JM says it here and he said it in his album exchange with RM!!

See, it looks like you are doing exactly what JM wanted fans to do. And that is get the wrong idea!!

Did you miss this perhaps?

Yeah, you probably missed JM saying this.

Btw, when JM talks about his diary, I really don't believe he means a personal diary where he writes his wants and needs and experiences, lol. He's talking about that diary where he writes his ideas for the album, his ideas for the songs, where he wrote his lyrics to the songs for Face (we got that diary with Face) and for Muse. And JM, he's a shy boy, Idk if you are aware of that. This young man who oozes confidence on stage is so very shy and the experience of having to explain to John Billion the idea he wants for the song and it coming to life left him a little self conscious, shy.

This isn't about the song telling the story of his life. This is about having to explain an idea for a song, his vision, it actually being something that he isn't going through.

Ok, moving on.

Again, JM explaining the vibe he is going for with the song.

And again his shyness.

He continues to say that he poured all his emotions into this so he's embarrassed.

Not because these emotions are his as in this is what he feels right now longing for love, but because he feels embarrassed to explain his emotions about the song, the emotions he's looking for in the song.

I suggest that if you are having an issue with understanding how this song is not JM, not his life, maybe go rewatch the album exchange with RM.

And read my post on it as well.

These feeling JM is trying to encompass in Muse (and Who) are part of the universal language of love, a language he is using in Muse to convey his message, which is not literal.

And specifically when he talks about Who, it's about that feeling of excitement in his work that he's looking for. Those are the feelings he's talking about. Not the lyrics about the "she" (who was supposed to be a "you"). Not the lyrics that are written in the universal language of love. No. It's about the feelings about his work. The feelings about the message he is trying to convey. Which has NOTHING to do with his love life!!!

But again, he's telling us about those feelings through a language we all understand. So that longing he has for that feeling with his work is brought to life as a longing for a someone to love.

This!!

It's a story he wants to tell!!!

And the whole "everyone's living alone" sentence that you are probably clinging to, cause obviously...

a. He could be talking about the fact that at some point of every person's life, they are living alone, as without a partner, a loved one, and as such it's a relatable feeling.

b. It's not like people that are in relationships don't feel alone at times. Even JM, who was in a committed relationship with JK when going through the struggles and feelings he had and poured into Face, into Alone felt that way. I bet you JK was feeling alone or lonely during the time JM was working on Face and Muse. During those lives in Feb 2023. And yet, he was in a committed relationship with the person he loved.

c. He's trying to tell a story, and he's trying to convey his longing for that feeling with regards to his work, and being lonely is how he's explaining it, the way he's conveying it to us. Hence the "everyone's living alone"... meaning - that is something everyone will understand, meaning, hoping he picked the right idea, the right way to convey his message as the 6th song for Muse!!!

THAT IS ART!!!

And JM created art. Not "this is a song based on my own experience" art, which he did with Face, but "this is a story I want to tell that will help you understand my feelings about my work" art.

And he knew.

He knew people will make the wrong assumptions.

Just like you are right now.

Side note, and before I go, Idk if you have noticed this, but Muse, promoting the album, talking about the album, is so much easier for JM to do than Face. With Face all we got was that it's personal, that he was struggling, but not much more than that. JM was pretty much staying quiet, and even when he did talk he was saying much of nothingness. While with Muse he's talking, he's opening up, he's explaining. You know why? Because it's not about his life!!

Just saying.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Ok, I’m a little confused on how to word this request so bear with me.

Would you be willing to write a short fic about Astarion and The Main Character, sharing a tent at camp because relationship, and the main character giving Astarion a massage because he got hurt in battle, but Astarion starts moaning too loud on purpose, and making the other people at the camp think they are having sex?

I realize how weird and specific this is, but I love the idea of Astarion being an absolute Ham, and making the others uncomfortable XD

(Bonus points if the Main Character plays along)

LOL. Yes, I am willing. CW: Actually not many? Allusions to sex I guess? Maye spoilers to be safe? Brief mention of sadboy back story? This is honestly pretty tame.

~

Astarion wasn't against adventuring. If anything he was a fan, especially when comparing it to his old life. But he was only a fan when it was him doing the bloodshed, not when he was the one being knocked around into walls by massive ogres.

It hadn't been the worst pain he'd ever felt, far from it. But it had been fairly intense. Intense enough for it to take multiple tries for him to get back on his feet. And to have you fawning over him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked as the two of you entered the tent hours later, still hovering behind him, "Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm fine darling," Astarion sighed as he plopped down onto his bedroll, exhausted beyond belief, "Nothing that a good night's sleep can't fix."

The healing from Shadowheart had done wonders, even if his muscles were still screaming at him. He was sore yes, but it really was nothing dire. But that wouldn't stop you from fretting, a fact that Astarion was a fan of.

It was no secret that he liked it when you agonized over his well-being. At first he had been a bit offended at your constant worry, taking it as a lack of belief that he could take care of himself. But then he realized you just... cared. About him of all people. Deeply and intimately, in a way that Astarion had never known, but one he could certainly get used to.

"Want me to have a look?" You asked as you sat next to him, your hands already helping to do the work of taking his armor off, "Maybe a massage?"

"That would be perfect," Astarion sighed, more than happy to let you pamper him. He had been hoping that you would ask that. You did have talented hands, "Thank you darling."

After he was divested of his armor you had him lay on his stomach, his back bare as you straddled his legs. Then you got to work, kneading his sore flesh like a pro. Astarion could feel the tension seeping out of his muscles. You really were so good at this, just one more perk of accidently falling in love with you.

He was moaning before he even knew the sounds were out of his mouth. But he didn't give it much thought, not when he knew you didn't mind. If anything you liked hearing him feel so content, even if he could get a little loud.

"Tch."

Astarion blinked his eyes open at the sound. Was... was that a scoff he heard? Astarion strained his ears, listening out of curiosity as you worked wonders on his back. That was one benefit of being a spawn and elf hybrid, he had vastly superior hearing abilities.

"It's happening again," That was definitely Lae'Zel's voice, the gravely cadence instantly recognizable.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad!" He heard Halsin say quietly, only to be met by collective groaning, "Whiners, the lot of you. I would have expected better from you Karlach."

"All I'm saying is that they could pitch their tent a bit farther away, that's all!" She laughed back at him, "Can't a girl be a little jealous?"

"Or a little annoyed," Shadowheart grumbled.

"Or a lot," Gale agreed, grumbling in that very specific way that made Astarion want to slap the frown off of his face.

Astarion rolled his eyes, finding himself to be a bit annoyed as well. While it was true that the two of you could get... excited, you weren't that bad. And Astarion had made it a point to sneak you far away from camp when he really wanted to have his way with you. What more could they ask for? It just felt like envy at this point, an envy that Astarion was petty enough to resent.

"All I'm saying is if I lose one more wink of sleep because of those two, they're getting a piece of my mind," Gale continued, "I'm sure we all can agree on that."

Oh. Well in that case...

"You're so good at this my sweet," Astarion moaned loudly as you worked over a hard knot in his back, "The best I've ever had."

He could hear more groaning from the peanut gallery, but better yet he could hear the smile in your voice as you quietly answered, "I'm just happy it helps. You're so bruised sweetheart, I'm surprised you're still standing. Your pain tolerance is really something else."

That was unfortunately true, a natural consequence after decades and decades of torture. But at least it served him in his newfound freedom.

"Maybe I just like it when it hurts," Astarion groaned loudly, an obvious lie. Especially to your ears.

It was enough to have your hands pausing on him. You leaned in close, whispering a question in his ear, "Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Darling, I'll do anything you want me to do," Astarion murmured, hoping that the ridiculous line would get his point across. And it did, of course it did. No one understood him better than you.

Astarion glanced at you as you leaned back, pleased to see the telling smirk on your face as you got back to work.

"Do you like that baby? Should I go lower?" You asked loudly, biting your lip near the end to keep in a giggle, "Would you like that?"

"Please," Astarion moaned out, only half of the sound faked. You really were just that good at giving massages. And the show you were both putting on was having the desired effect.

"For the love of everything that is holy keep it down!" Gale yelled out into the night, doing nothing more than encouraging Astarion to get even louder, "Perfect darling, right there. Gods, I'm close."

"Mm, flip over. I wanna see your face during," You shot back. Astarion could hear it in your voice, that barely contained laughter. And he wasn't doing much better himself. If anything he was a little surprised the others hadn't caught on yet. Maybe even a little offended. The dirty talk you had together wasn't this bad, a fact that they would know if they had actually ever heard it.

But before Astarion could belt out his big finale, the flap of your tent was being pulled open, Gale's voice yelling into it, "For the love of Mystra would you two shut up- oh my gods. They aren't even naked!"

That was the end of the façade. The two of you burst out laughing, you falling down to Astarion's side as you erupted into a pair of giggling idiots.

Karlach joined Gale at the door to the tent, her voice cracking halfway through on a laugh, "I told you they were hamming it up! Wyll, you owe me ten silver!"

Gale was already turning back, a pout on his lips as he muttered, "You're both lucky it was fake. We were five seconds away from sending Lae'zel in to shut you up."

"The threats aren't going to help my desire to continue fucking with you in the future," Astarion called after him, wiping amused tears from his eyes as they both stepped away. You turned to face him, still giggling up a storm as Astarion wrapped an arm around your wasit.

He kissed your cheek, still grinning ear to ear, "I think it's safe to say that I feel much, much better now."

[whimsicalpolitical]

Ok ok this is kind of specific BUT can u do girlie and matty meeting up for the first time in months after a break up and confessing to each other? I need some angst that turns to smut that turns to fluff

Mistake - Matty Healy x Reader

content warning: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, alcohol, oral (f receiving), handjob, brief aftervare

The night is colder than you expect. You sit in the narrow alleyway, your back pressed against the rough brick wall, whiskey in hand. The bottle feels heavier than it should, the amber liquid inside swirling like it holds answers you don’t want to hear.

The sound of footsteps catches your attention, and you look up just in time to see her—your friend—walking toward you, her arm looped through George’s. Of course, George. Matty’s best friend. You can’t help but laugh, though there’s no real humor in it.

“Seriously, girl?” you call out, the corners of your mouth lifting in a small smirk.

She has the decency to look guilty, mouthing a quick “sorry” before they disappear around the corner, leaving you alone again. You sigh, the humor fading as quickly as it came.

It’s not a long walk to your apartment so you can’t be that mad at her, you don’t want to leave just yet though.

The alley grows quiet again, save for the faint hum of the city. You lift the bottle to your lips, but the burn of the whiskey does nothing to ease the knot in your chest. It never does.

“‘S that you?”

The sound of your name makes you freeze. It’s a voice you know too well, one you’ve tried to forget. Slowly, you turn your head, and there he is—Matty. Standing there with that familiar look in his eyes, the one that’s part regret, part longing.

Anger flares up first, sharp and biting, but it’s tangled with sadness, twisted with the relief of seeing him again. Your emotions collide, and you swallow hard, unsure of what to say or feel.

“Matty,” you say, and his name feels foreign on your tongue after all this time.

He takes a hesitant step toward you, his hands buried in his pockets. “Sorry, think G had other plans then letting her drive you home.”

“It’s alright, I’ll just walk,” you stand up ready to start walking but his stare holds you in place.

He doesn’t laugh, just watches you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. The silence stretches between you, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, he speaks, his voice soft.

“Can we talk?”

You want to say no. You want to tell him to leave, to go back to wherever he’s been since everything fell apart. But the words catch in your throat because as much as you want to hate him, as much as the anger still simmers beneath your skin, you’re also glad to see him.

And that’s the worst part of all.

“About what?”

“Us,” he answers.

“There is no us.”

Matty frowns, “there was though and I wanted to say a few things since- ehm, you haven’t really gotten me an opportunity to clarify things.”

“Oh really,” you huff, walking towards him, drinking another sip of your whiskey, “well sorry for not wanting to talk to a fucking cheater.”

“T’wasn’t like that, not like that at all.”

You stare at him, his face looks too pretty. His curls and the way they stick to his forehead and he sometimes tries to tuck a strand behind his ear. His lips, which you oh so miss, but most of all you miss matty himself. Your matty.

“Darling, can you give me that bottle, don’t want you plastered when we talk about this.”

You pull back when he tries to take the bottle from you.

“Who says I want to talk to you or even listen to you.”

“I don’t want to be a dick, okay? You haven’t left just yet and we haven’t seen each other since and-“

“Yeah. Since you’ve had your tongue down another girls throat. What was her name? Jess, was it?”

Matty sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “she came on me. I didn’t want that to happen and I pushed her off of me but that’s when you already left.”

You don’t want to hear it. Images of both of them flash through your mind and you can’t look at him and allow yourself to feel sympathy, you just can’t.

You turn around and start stumbling down the alleyway to go to your apartment, trying to steady yourself on a wall but it doesn’t hold you when you trip and knock your lip against a lantern.

“Ow- fuck.” You yell.

“Jesus, are you alright?” Matty rushes through your side and lifts your chin to check out your already bleeding lip.

Your eyes are already filled with tears, bottom lip trembling, but not just because your lip hurts. You miss Matty and you want him back, if it’s really true and he didn’t kiss her then you could get him back.

“Oh, darling,” he whispers, “I’m sorry, here,” he drapes an arm around your waist, steadying you against him, “let’s get you home.”

His body feels warm, probably because he had a couple drinks as well but he could always manage the alcohol better.

“You know how h-hurt I was?” You sob, “I did everything for you, even moved cities. We talked about building a house together, Matty.”

“And I wasn’t fucking you about that. I wanted to give you everything, love. I would never cheat on you, ever. And I wanted to tell you, talk to you about the situation but you blocked me and I never saw you again.”

You stop walking and turn to Matty, looking into his eyes which are also teary.

“I’m sorry,” you say, moving your head closer to his, “I just believed what I saw.”

“I missed you every single day,” you admit.

You hitch your breath when you dare to kiss his lips.

Matty caresses your cheek bushing away a tear with his thumb and completely ignoring the tears rolling down his own face.

That kiss feels like a breath of fresh air, a relief, like something you both were dying to do for a long time. It is soft and slow, your lips dancing together at a beautiful rhythm. Your hands were eagerly holding Matty’s waist as if you fear he will run away again.

It says everything that was left unspoken between you, all the I love yous you didn’t say, the I miss yous you couldn’t say. It is Matty asking you to forgive him, to please love him again, to never let him go. It is Matty’s last breath of air before tucking his head back.

Matty pulls away, heavily breathing, putting your foreheads together. You are so close but it was still too far apart.

“I missed you so much, darling,” matty says, “fuck, I couldn’t breathe without you, my nights were shit, not only my nights I mean. Every second was shit and I wanted to explain-.”

You interrupt him with another kiss, abandoning the bottle of whiskey on some form of trash can. You tug at his jacket, pulling him closer, encouraging to finally take you home.

“We should talk first,” he manages to say in between kisses, “darling,”

“I missed hearing you say that.” You sigh. “We can talk later, Matty. Get me home.”

“Yeah alright, you’re too slow, though. Come here.”

You squeak when Matty lifts you up and Carrie’s you bridal style the next 7 minutes to your door.

“Where’s the key?” He asks and watches as you pull him from your bag.

“There we go,” he mumbles, opening the door.

“Haven’t changed a bit, same decorations, same ugly plant here.”

You giggle and you mean it and it feels like it has been an eternity.

You groan when you finally slip out of your too tight shoes, “fuck.”

“How’s your lip doin’?”

Matty comes closer and lifts your chin with his thumb.

“Shit. Kiss it better.”

Matty grins before giving in to your demand.

You stumble across your apartment to the couch in your living room.

His own hand comes to rest at the side of your body, against your waist. He leans back against the couch, body resting against the armrest. You don’t hesitate to get on top of him, kissing him deeply, lips parted slightly against his.

You hungrily and softly bite his bottom lip, hearing the low moan escape from his lips. Your fingers rake through his curly hair, while your tongues collide in the kiss.

Matty hums against your parted lips, fingers grasping at the lower part of your shirt. He wasn’t expecting the two of you to get this far, this fast, but he misses you so much.

Matty briefly struggles, but sits himself up on the couch. As he sits up, he wraps his arm fully around your waist, pulling you against his body. You remain in his lap, moving your hips against the front of his denim jeans. Your hands trail from his hair down to the side of his face, feeling his skin against your palms.

“Mm,” you hum against his lips. “Missed you,” your moan is low and full of desire for him.

“I only ever wanted you, love,” Matty mumbles against your skin, just enough so you can hear him. You roll your hips against his, wanting more than what you are getting.

One of his hands slip under the hem of your shirt and skate to your bare waist underneath. He begins nibbling softly on the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to groan in response. He bucks his hips into yours, partially allowing you to feel his arousal through his jeans. Another groan falls from your lips when you feel his growing erection through your pants.

“D’you think we should be doing this?”

You blurt out a hasty “yes”, one hand tenderly grasping his hand, fingers gently intertwined with his. “I barely survived without you. I love you so much.”

“I love you.” His eyes meet yours briefly again and his fingers wove into your hair, gazing upon you with want and desire.

“C’mere,” his voice is hushed and deep. He pulls your in closer with his hand, lips meeting your cheek innocently. “I love you.”

He places a chaste kiss on your skin and trails back toward your ear. His hand slides down to the side of your neck as he catches your earlobe delicately between his teeth. Your hand holds tighter to his while he noses the shell of your ear.

“S’ your bedroom at the same place?” he whispers into your ear, sending chilling waves through your body. “Yeah?” He asks again and you nod.

You press your hips into his lap, desperate for some kind of friction. Matty nips at your earlobe once more before bringing his lips to yours again. You kiss him eagerly, situating yourself more in his lap. His arms wrap around your body before he begins lifting you up. You are quick to wrap your legs around him as he stands up from the couch, carrying you in his arms.

“D’you know how much I missed you? I thought about you every second, annoyed G so much that he couldn’t be in a room with me for five minutes.

You find yourself with your back on the mattress with Matty on top of you. He kisses you sloppily and hastily while his body presses into yours.

Matty quickly lifts your shirt up your head, “gorgeous, love.”

“Let’ss take everything off, need to taste you, can I do that, darling?”

“Yeah,” you speak breathless.

You help Matty by opening your jeans and tugging them down your legs, throwing them somewhere- you don’t care.

He kisses lower, just above the waistband of your panties. You groan and arch your back, hands grasping the mattress above your head.

“Matty,” you moan.

His fingers slide from your leg, up to your thigh, and right to the waistband of your panties.

As he kisses along the waistband of your panties, his dark eyes catching a look at you, completely in bliss because of his actions. He pushes both of your thighs further apart, causing you to whip your head up to look at him. Your eyes meet for a brief moment, before Matty rises up to bring his lips to yours once more. While he kisses you, his hands inches between your bodies, finding your panties again. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his digits into the confines of the fabric, making you whimper against his lips.

“Yeah, s’it. Feel good.”

Matty adjusts himself, planting a knee next to your body to keep himself upright. He wants to see your face. You part from his lips, but just with a couple inches of space staying between you. Matty slips one finger between your folds and is shocked to feel how wet you are.

“Missed you n’ how wet you get,” he croons, his finger exploring the wetness in your panties. You moan when he tenderly brushes over your clit. “Haven’t touched you in too long, haven’t I?”

His voice is teasing, but there is a hint of jealousy. He doesn’t know if there was someone else.

He brings a second finger into your arousal, feeling all over your folds before dipping them inside of you. You hum loudly with ecstasy, forgetting that you broke up.

“Oh,” you moan, as you begin to squirm again. “Matty, it feels so good.”

“I know, love. Fuckin’ perfect cunt.”

His free hand comes up to the smooth fabric of your black bra. You don’t let him wrestle with it for too long before you arch your back and take the black brassiere off. You discard it to the floor and find yourself flat on the bed again as Matty’s hand comes over one of your exposed breasts, thumbing over your hardened nipple.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, eliciting a whiny moan from you at the empty feeling. Without a second thought, he leans in and brings his mouth to your nipple. Low, breathy noises escapes your lips, much to Matty’s satisfaction. His tongue circles the hardened bud, teeth biting ever so gently on the sensitive area.

“Missed your perfect tits. Missed everything. Missed you.”

Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head when his hand sneaks in between your bodies. He wastes no time in finding the heat between your legs once again, provoking more groans of pleasure from you. Matty hums softly against your breast, before moving on to the other one.

Matty’s mouth begins trailing, surprisingly quickly, down your body. His fingers touch your cunt gently, exploring your arousal before bringing himself off the bed, in front of your moderately parted knees. He brings one hand up to grasp the waistband of your panties, pulling them downward as he pulls his other hand away.

“Fuck.” He spreads your knees apart with his hands, but then proceeds to place them both over his shoulders. “Missed you.”

“My gorgeous girl,” Matty whispers against your inner thigh, placing hot kisses on your skin. “Dreamed of your legs apart for me every night.”

“You want me to taste that pretty cunt of yours?” Matty faintly asks, before biting down gingerly on the inside of your thigh, making you let out a brief squeal at the sudden sensation. Matty kisses over the bite, easing you by grasping your other thigh.

He leans in and doesn’t waste any time in licking a long stripe through your folds with his tongue. You throw your neck back quickly at the sudden sensation, feeling your tense up for a second as pleasure courses through your body.

“Oh, Matty, baby,” you groan as he continues eating you out. “That’s it, baby. Fuck. Your tongue… feels so good.” You move your hips underneath him, your core pressing against his nose for a few seconds. Having not been touched in months thanks to him, you can’t help it if you aren’t going to last very long.

You feel so sensitive in this moment, feeling yourself inch closer to your climax, hoping you’re going to last longer than what you thought you could. The pleasure that courses through your body is not going away any time soon.

“Matty-Matty, missed you so much.”

His cock is painfully hard in his pants, aching for some sort of attention. Matty hums against your cunt at the feeling of your hand on the back of his head. He pulls back slightly to adjust, but then begins slowly teasing your clit with his tongue. Your fingers pull on his locks.

“Matty, o-oh,” you whimper, barely able to form the words. “I-“you moan some more. His tongue grows faster, but just enough to keep your orgasm at bay. “Stop- please, don’t.”

Matty’s movements come to a halt when he hears you. He pulled away quickly and brings himself back up to his feet.

“What’s wrong, love? Sorry- fuck, moving to fast, yeah?”

“No. Want you inside me, haven’t had you in too long, want you inside me.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, not able to hold himself back. His hand comes down to his erection, pressing down on it.

You rise up to sit on the bed, eyes remaining on him as your hands find the front of his jeans. You hold back a moan when your hand comes over the bulge in his pants, blushing at the feeling of his cock underneath the denim. Matty tilts his head back slightly while he closes his eyes. Your hand teases the erection in his pants, only for a moment before you begin reaching for the button of the jeans.

“My good girl,” he groans, “fuck me.”

You undo the front of his pants and slide the zipper down in the process. Matty’s hands hold lightly to the side of your forearms, balancing himself while you pleasure him with your curious hands. You are quick to reach one hand into his pants, wanting to feel his hardened cock in your palm. You go right past his boxers and slide your hand around his cock with no qualms about it.

“Fuck- your hand, s’not the same.”

You move your hand up and down his length, eyes meeting his as you continued your languid motions.

“It’s not? Not the same as yours?”

“Jesus, no,” Matty stammers. He brings his hands to the side of his jeans and pushes them down while your hand stays in his boxers.

“Lay down, come on. Let’s get me inside f’ you.”

You pull your hand away without any hesitation, knowing you both want the same thing. He removes both his jeans and boxers, and then makes quick work to get rid of his shirt. Heat went right to your core upon seeing his cock, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you.

As he closes the slight gap between you and him, you lay back on the bed, while Matty leans down to hover over you. You begin to moan again when the head of his cock presses into your clit gently. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he eases the head of his cock through your folds, getting more whines from you.

“You feel so good, darling,” he whispers as he begins lining himself up with your entrance, loving the way your arousal felt on the tip of his cock. “I never want to live without you again.”

Before you can squeak out a moan at his words, he leans in and pressed his lips to yours. Your fingertips pushes into his skin as you kiss him back, feeling his cock at your entrance.

Your eyes lock with his as he continues inching himself inside of you.

“D’you know how I know that you didn’t have anyone else?,” he murmurs in your ear. “So tight. Tighter than usual.”

You are soaking around his cock, and his words are not helping. “Always my girl, aren’t you?” He briefly moves to look between your bodies, which causes him to grunt at the sight. Your cunt looks so perfect around his cock, spread apart just for him. You begin to moan again when he presses his lips to your neck, soon to be leaving marks on your skin.

“Matty, you feel—“ your words falter as he bottoms out, but he only stills for a few moments. He pulls back a little, only to go right back in, at a moderate speed that makes you moan even more than you were before.

“We’re still good at this, fuckin’”

He is thrusting in and out of you at short increments, knowing you both are on the edge already. Matty braces his hands on either side of your head, hard against the mattress. You spread your legs wider for him to get a better angle. You keep your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, close to his shoulders. Matty keeps slamming into you, the sound of bare skin slapping against each other is the sound that echoes through the room, but not above your moans for more of him.

“Please don’t stop, Matty, please,” you beg, looking him right in the eyes when you say it. He is just inches from your face, noses barely touching as he continues fucking you. You are scratching at his backside, so close to reaching your climax.

“That’s it, darling,” Matty encourages. “Say my name, my name. Doesn’t sound that good when anyone else says it.”

You move your hips in rhythm with his.

“Yes, oh, Matty, keep going,” you mewl. “I want to cum-“You feel a sudden warmth in between your thighs and soft whimpering as Matty’s body presses against yours as he comes deep inside of you.

“I love you, love you, love you,” he groans.

You groan and whine in unison with him, briefly, before you come to your own climax with his cock buried inside of you. You move your hips up and down, for a few seconds as you ride out your orgasm.

It all happened so quickly, that now it feels like it is taking forever to get back to reality. You hold onto Matty’s shoulder as you both lay there on the bed, exhausted and not in too big of a hurry to move. His nose is touching your neck and his eyes are closed. His breathing begins to slow, as yours did too. Silence still takes over the room, both of you coming down from your highs.

“I do love you, darling,” he mumbles against your neck, “never stopped.”

“Me too. I love you.”

Matty moves back and pulls out of you, both of you hissing at the feeling.

“Talk now?” He asks.

You nod, “okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats, getting up from the bed and handing you his shirt.

You pull it over his head and watch him as he pulls his boxers over his legs and walk to the bathroom.

“I waited for you that day. I didn’t even know who she was, maybe a fan? I asked her who she was and she just thought she could kiss me.” He begins.

He comes back into the bedroom with a washcloth in his hand.

“I was taken aback and then you saw us and I pushed her off of me, that’s it.”

You hiss when the warm fabric touches your inner thighs.

“I love you, I never cheated and I would never do that. Forgive me for making you think that I did.”

“No,” you argue, “I’m sorry,” your voice breaks and he notices, kissing your inner thighs where he just cleaned you up.

“I should’ve given you the chance to explain, I just- I- you know my past, I assumed the worst. I’m sorry.”

By now tears are rolling down your eyes and matty is fighting tears himself.

“I don’t want us to end like that again, you’re everything to me, love.”

You nod, pulling him up, “come here.”

You hug him, so tight, maybe too tight but you don’t care. You missed him.

“We’re alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, we’re okay.”

Matty grins from ear to ear but then abruptly takes your hands into his.

“Okay- fuck, how do I do this,” he mumbles, “d’you,” he says your name and it’s the prettiest sound you heard, “you want to be my girlfriend again?”

You laugh, as if it wasn’t clear from the past half hour, “yes.”

Matty nods and rushes to put your lips on his.

“Let’s stay here for the rest of our lives.”

[moshpitgamma]

HIII!!! It's me. The infamous asker ONCE AGAIN!

OKAY. SO THIS ONE IS RLLY WEIRD TO ASK. AND PROBABLY ALSO TOO LONG mfmfngm

Is it alright if I asked for seperate NSFW hcs for Creek and Branch with a submissive fem!reader who is:

generally shy but absolutely LOVES complimenting them in general (just bc she feels like they deserve it despite Creek's ego probably being THE FUCKING WORST)

touch-starved, a bit insecure in general

tends to get easily flustered (who may have a thing for being praised in bed and all that jazz )

but I'd also like to hear what they would say to the reader specifically AJFJKDMGM THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY😋😋🤭

Since we all are waiting on the Mega Poll🙄😂 I have decided to feed my Babies till the big story gets decided and hope you have a nice day to Hun🤭🫶🏾

||Separate Nsfw Headcannons||

Creek and Branch x Submissive Fem!Reader

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•Creek•

🧘‍♂️He just loves it when his baby just boosts his big ass ego and I would like to think he has a massive kink for praise himself.

Will be into degrading and will do it just to see your pretty eyes tear up from pure humiliation.

Will call you cute nicknames in public and WILL call you out from your embarrassment. Don’t worry tho he’s making up for it in bed with his skilled and flexible hands.

If he sees you looking at yourself wrong in the mirror or saying bad things about your image, he is fucking you lopsided while whispering affirmations in your ear. (Will ask you to repeat them while he’s ball deep in your wetness)

You guys have a compliment contest that usually ends up with you guys getting handsy. “Your yoga moves were so graceful bub ” “Well I can show you something even better my sunshine” Creek says as he walks towards you teasingly

Creek likes to sometimes take advantage of his flexibility and loves to put you into those positions that looks hard as hell (but babes he makes you scream from how deep he is😩)

He knows how flustered you get so he gives you playfully spanks throughout the day.

The first time he praised you in bed he could’ve sworn he say stars in your eyes. But you confirmed it turned you on when he called you a good girl and your tail starting wagging vigorously.

You’re not the only one touch starved hun. He’s grabbing, licking, touching, and kneading everywhere he can on your skin

Loves to leave hickeys and love bites all on you just so he can cuddle you and trace those sensitive areas

•Branch•

When you compliment him he doesn’t know how to act at allll. He’s blushing and sputtering out thank you’s and is whispering some compliments back to you

Since this man has been isolated for some years, seeing you react to his praising is like him finding hella materials for his bunker. This man is playing with your switches and over stimming you with his words (fingers🤭)

Will get real flirty with you and sensual just to see you blush and get caught off guard.

He probably has a praising kink like Creek and just wants to stuff your cunt while you’re thanking him for treating you so well👀

If he finds out you’re being insecure and talking bad about yourself, he is picking you up with no effort and fucking you in front of a mirror till you plead him to stop and take everything you said bad about yourself back

You guys usually go back and forth with compliments and love comments. He’ll use his dirty mind and say a sex joke in the midst of it. “You have such a nice structure and a nice nose” “Well love, how about you come ride it” (I have a thing for big noses ok😢)

Since Creek has flexibility, Branch has strength. Likes to pick you up and fuck you against walls, shelves, and counters for where your legs are dangling and barely touching the floor.

Likes to give teasing touches all over your body to get you flustered

When he first figured out you were into praising it was when he complimented your friendship bracelet making skills and he saw your cheeks turn red and your tail was wagging. (He also picked up on how your thighs rubbed together)

He’s not too big on leaving love marks or bites on your body but loves to fill you up with his seed and loves to make you stare at yourself in the mirror and show him how beautiful you are being filled with his essence…

HOPE YOU BABIES LIKE IT🤭🫶🏾🤍I know it’s not a lot but it’s something🤷🏿‍♀️

[kira-fluff]

reaction to finding out you have a chronic disease | fem!reader x haikyuu!!

this idea popped into my head in the shower. shower thoughts are the best. as a chronically ill person such as myself (mentally and physically, LOL!) i felt maybe I was a little qualified to write this. these are all diseases i experience! i can def write some that i am not diagnosed with :) i'm a biology nerd, so i love learning new things, especially about diseases! some of these are more serious than others. i tried to keep the disease symptoms/descriptions general so it can appeal to more diagnoses (for example, nosebleeds are indicative of several different diseases) that way more people can feel represented by what i write!

‼️warnings: mentions of blood, nekoma team being dorks, seizures, WAY too many ellipses (sorry I just love them), pointless bantering (oikawa), dramatic af, osamu described as "caked-up" (sorry not sorry), railing on atsumu for shits and giggles, deep hatred of the word moist

want to see a different haikyuu character's reaction? request here! also, if you want to read a specific disease represented, i can see if i can put it in there too :)

✿ kuroo tetsuro "hey when do you want to- OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY?!" blood dripped from your nose onto the gymnasium floor. "oh. another nosebleed. my bad, I'll clean that up..." you said apathetically. "hey, this is sort of a big deal, ya know? shit... yaku, I need a towel or something!" he shouted. they really weren't anything serious. ever since you were little, you had frequent nosebleeds. your mom wrote it all off as the cold weather (even in summer), so it wasn't really that big of a deal to you either (until a few doctor visits later). still, the apathy you felt toward your predicament remained. yamamoto had already rushed over at his captain's call. "does she need an ice pack, too? fuck, I don't know what to do...." "aren't you supposed to tilt your head up?" one member asked. "no, no i think you're supposed to tilt your head down...." another muttered. "GUYS, GUYS I GOT IT. GOOGLE SAYS TO 'sit down and tilt your head forward, pinching the top part of your nose above the nostrils for like, 10 to 15 minutes.'" lev sat back proudly, phone in hand. "can't believe you were smart enough to look that up..." kenma whispered under his breath. "hey, hey, look at me. you still with us?" kuroo said, a hand on either side of your face. despite the towel against your nose, you couldn't help but laugh. "oh my god, guys! it's not like I'm dying! this happens all the time." "but that's not...normal. did you ever get it checked out?" kuroo stared at you inquisitively, his brow raised. his fellow teammates nodded. you sighed. "look, unless there's a lot of excessive gushing or anything like that, they said i should be okay. yes there's a whole disease behind it all with a long-ass name that no one can pronounce and yes there are sometimes other symptoms that could result in death, but I'm totally fine, okay? I'm perfectly healthy!" "you poor, fragile angel..." lev said, a hand on his chest, distraught. "that... does NOT make me feel more relieved. at all. in fact, I'm more worried. should we go to the hospital? that one looked a little... gush-y...." kuroo said, pacing back and forth before setting his eyes back on you. removing the towel from your nose, you shook your head. "no. look, bleeding nose already gone, see? I'm not going to the hospital. I'm completely fine. relax, kuroo." kuroo stared at you for another moment, taking in your expression, searching for any signs of discomfort. at last, he sighed. "ok. fine. I concede. but if you ever feel the littlest bit unwell, tell me or one of us, okay?" after your agreement, and several more minutes of doting from both your boyfriend and all the other team members, you at last parted ways. as you got out of the shower that night, your phone lit up with a notification. tetsu 💕 [11:23pm]: I'm serious about what I said back there. please talk to me when you aren't feeling good. you mean so much to me that I can't imagine what life would be like without you. sleep well, babe. love you.

✿ osamu miya "damn are you o-- OKAY, YEAH, NO. SHE'S NOT OKAY." it was your average day as a supportive, amazing, fantastic girlfriend watching your iconic, sexy, hot, caked-up boyfriend play volleyball with his piss-haired twin and the rest of the team of inarizaki. unfortunately for you (and the entire volleyball team), inarizaki had a recent issue with their air conditioning units. even more unfortunate was the fact that the fans in the gymnasium were practically there for decoration, that's how useless they were. despite it being late march (still quite cool outside), the players and spectators were drenched in sweat. still, you weren't about to let a little (lot) bit of sweat deter you from cheering for your mans! so, you remained in the stands, cheering as loudly as you could (except for the times when you couldn't because atsumu was once again on his I'm About To Serve Power Trip). it was finally nearing the end of the game, and thank GOD it was because you were starting to feel reaaalllly light-headed. at the final score of the match, you stood up, but oh, was that a mistake. suddenly, you legs started shaking. the lights suddenly seemed to dim down and black spots were popping up in your vision. maaaaybe you should sit back down. wait. where is "back down"? it suddenly occurred to you that at this point, you couldn't see anything. beginning to panic, you started reaching out to find something to hold onto, thankfully finding the stair railing of the bleachers in your grasp. slowly, you blindly fumbled your way down the steps of what you hoped were the bleachers steps. you heard someone shout something along the lines of, "you good?" you were far too panicked and far too focused to give a reply. don't fall down. don't fall down. don't faint. don't pass out. you chanted in your head like a mantra. you heard the squeak of shoes against the ground and voices talking back and forth around you when suddenly a steady hand grabbed ahold of you just above your elbow. guess that was all you needed before your consciousness flickered, then extinguished.

-

"....cold like ice...." "...pale as hell...." you could only hear snippets of sentences, and your eyelids felt heavy. "....have something....with sugar, preferably...." when you finally opened your eyes, you were no longer in the gym, but in inarizaki's nurse's office. "hey..." you turned, now noticing the other occupant of the otherwise empty room. "'samu... did I faint again?" his eyebrows rose. "again? like, you've done this before?" "yeah. happens a lot. 's fine though. was a little scary back there for a minute, though." "damn, I'll say. I've never seen someone so pale. and sweaty. and that's saying something, cuz post-practice 'tsumu is disgustingly moist." "'samu, I love you, but never say that fucking word again." "what, moist?" you cringed, grabbing at your ears, "ugh, yes! I'm already dying here and now you're nailing the final mark in the coffin." osamu gave his signature half-smile. "I thought you said you were fine?" you scoffed, "that was just to make you feel better. I'm gonna need lots of cuddles tonight to wave off my near-death experience." he let out a light-hearted laugh. "okay. plenty of that for you regardless of whether you're on death's door or not." he said, giving you a small peck. you pursed your lips. "I need you right now, though." his face split in a full grin as he slid next to you on the small bed. "anything for you darlin'."

✿ oikawa toru "please... please be okay..." you had been enjoying your regular weekday study session. it always went as follows: meet up after class, head off to aoba johsai's library, study (and perhaps get slightly off-topic over some vending machine snacks and drinks), and at last, go to volleyball practice (perks of being a manager!). "ok, ok, we should probably finally look at what we're supposed to know for our next english exam," oikawa said, still in between chuckles. "but toru... i can't go on without a drink..." you clutched your throat dramatically. "must... have.... beverage.... dying of.... thirst!" oikawa laughed again, "geez, fine!" he said, attempting to sound annoyed by your request (and failing miserably). "I'll go grab us something to drink. on me." he winked. "wow. what a gentleman. you really spare no expense, spoiling me with luxurious drinks from the beverage box of wonders! oh how lucky I am to have such a supportive boyfriend..." you leaned back on your chair, drying a fake tear of gratitude, while simultaneously stifling a giggle. "damn, ok. fork out the yen, then, babe." "nooooo~~~ I was kidding! I'm sorry you're the best ever in the whole wide world~~~ my little piglet oinkawa~" "ok now you're paying for my drink too." "I'm sorry!!!! I won't call you oinkawa ever again." "thank you-" "to your face." after at least 15 minutes of more bickering (and no studying) oikawa was off to the so-called beverage box of wonders, also known as a shitty-ass vending machine that was probably last refurbished in the '90s. oikawa was still laughing to himself as he rounded the corner to the library, drinks in his arms. "hey babe, are you finally studying?" he smirked, finally nearing your small alcoved study area.

- thud, thud. the long-forgotten drinks fell to the floor as oikawa rushed over to you. there you convulsed on the ground, your eyes white and pupil-less, and your mouth foaming, turning a slight twinge of pink. you let out small grunts, completely unresponsive. "oh my god, oh my god, hey, hey listen to me." oikawa was already in full-fledged panic mode, tapping your face with his hand. "oh my god, SOME PLEASE HELP HER!" the few left in the library looked over at oikawa, then at you, before beginning to run about. one was on their phone speaking to a 911 operator, another rushed out of the room. one kneeled alongside oikawa, checking helplessly for a pulse. "protect her head." a girl read out from her phone. oikawa immediately shed his jacket, placing it under your head which was hitting the ground rapidly to the incongruent rhythm of your convulsions. "check her bag, does she have any meds?" "SHE'S MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND I THINK I'D KNOW IF SHE HAD MEDS!" oikawa shouted. he didn't mean to snap, but he felt so useless. were you hiding this from him? how did he not know you had seizures? were they always this bad? despite what he'd told the unnamed student, oikawa, jumped up, grabbing your bag and nearly ripping the zipper with the force he'd opened it with. no medication. "no meds." he said, quieter this time. a hand rested on his shoulder. "it's gonna be okay, man. look, she stopped." oikawa whipped his head over to you, chastising himself for removing his eyes from you for even a second. you were still breathing, but it was like you were in a deep slumber. by the time the EMTs arrived, however, you'd begun blinking your eyes lazily at your surroundings.

- "hey oikawa." you said, smiling. oikawa said nothing in return, his head in his hands. you sat there for a moment, taking in your surroundings. "wait a minute, where am i?" you felt a tickling inside your nose. at the touch of your hand, you realized you had a breathing tube hooked up you. another glance around the sterile hospital room showed your heart rate monitor and other cords wrapped up around the hospital bed. you laughed, "...and what's all this stuff on me?" "you had a seizure." oikawa said sharply, though not unkind. you stared at him once more in disbelief. "...really?" "yeah. I came back from getting our drinks when...when I found you lying on the ground, shaking. the doctor says you bit your tongue, which explains why the foam that was coming out of your mouth was pink. they want to do an MRI on you." "oh." you gazed down, then met his eyes again. "you... had to deal with that all by yourself?" "other people in the library helped me... though I don't think I was the nicest guy to be around. its sort of all of a blur." you smiled, "for me, too. I can barely remember what we were talking about before I woke up." oikawa's eyes widened, "really?" "yeah... but I think I'll be okay, as long as you're here." "this hasn't happened before, has it?" "no, not really. I mean, I've always gotten light-headed easily, which is sort of how I felt before I, ya know... went down... but never like that. I don't think. then again, if I wasn't here in a hospital bed, I think I would've just thought I fell asleep or something. it just feels like I took a long nap. still kind of tired, honestly." oikawa shook his head. "I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again." "oikawa, seriously. it's gonna be okay. I'm fine. nothing bad happened, right? I didn't die." "BUT YOU COULD'VE!" he shouted. "...you could've.." he said again in a whisper. suddenly, he got up. leaning over the hospital bed, he pressed his lips to your temple, leaving a soft kiss in its wake. "I just... I don't want to see you suffering. I don't want you to get hurt." "but you were there." "but what if I wasn't?" "but you were." you slid your hand over his own. "oikawa, it's gonna be okay, I promise. I'm a little scared, too, but... I know we'll figure something out, okay?" he let out a mix between a sigh and a laugh, "why does it feel like I was the one who had the seizure? some boyfriend I am, making you feel worse." "oikawa shush." you placed you index finger over his lips. "you're not allowed to talk about yourself in that way in my presence." he rolled his eyes, but his dimples popped out in a wary smile. "you're amazing, you know that?" you imitated deep-thought, your finger on your chin. "hmm... no, doesn't ring a bell." a full grin bloomed across his face now. "then I'll spend the rest of my life reminding you."

a/n: romanticize the source of your medical bills girlies 💕 it works wonders

[honeys-hotties]

ok this is kinda specific but can I request a julien fic where she's not sure if the reader is into girls and they're all out and a random guy hits on the reader and jb pretends to be her gf to get the reader away from him. and the reader plays along and kisses jb so she gets her confirmation and then they just confess their feelings ugh 🥰🥰🥰

i love this request!!! sorry it took me sooo long my loves, i've been absolutely overwhelmed with everything recently, but this one has been in the works for a bit and i'm so excited to get it out!!

My Type-Julien Baker x Reader

julien baker x fem!reader, sorta angsty? but happy ending (of course!) not proofread so i'm so sorry in advance, but i wanted to get something out tonight!

word count: 2727 💗

“When do you want me to pick you up?” Julien asks, her voice coming from the phone propped up on the coffee table. You’re sitting on the couch painting your nails while she watches through the screen, her face close to the camera on the facetime call.

“Umm, what time did Phoebe want to meet us there?” you ask, carefully applying a second coat. 

“I think sometime around 9?” Julien says, smiling at the sight of you, deeply concentrated on your manicure. 

“Okay” you say, capping the bottle and blowing on your freshly painted nails. “Do you wanna come over and get ready with me before we leave?”. Julien nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that sounds fun. When should I come over?” she asks, getting even closer to the screen. You pick up the phone, careful not to smudge your nails, and laugh at Julien’s expression, her face giant on the screen. “Oh, I don't care, maybe around 7? I can order a pizza or something?”

“Sounds good princess” she nods. “I’ll see you then. You smile and blow her a kiss before hanging up the phone and grabbing a bottle of clear nail polish to go over the red painted onto your nails with a smile.

Julien, however, is much less relaxed. As soon as you hang up the phone, she lets out a huge sigh and immediately calls Phoebe and Lucy to vent.

“Guys, I’m literally going over to her house to get ready with her, which really means watching her get ready, and I don’t know if I can take it.” she says dramatically. “She’s just so gorgeous and smart and funny and cute but I don’t even know if she’s into girls and I feel like I’m going to fuck up and make things SO awkward and if I ruin our friendship I don’t know what I’ll do and I just-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there” Phoebe cuts her off. “First off, that girl is definitely not straight.”

“Oh one hundred percent,” Lucy chimes in. “Remember when she was auxing when we were at the beach and she played girl in red? And when she and I talked for like an hour about Portrait of a Lady on Fire?”

“Yeah, or when all of us were like, collectively drooling over that Angelina Jolie movie? Honestly, shoot your shot JB.” Phoebe encourages, Lucy nodding along.

“I don’t know guys, I really don’t want to fuck up our relationship. I mean, other than you guys, she’s my best friend in the entire world. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Julien, even if she was straight, which for the record she’s definitely not, she would never, ever hold your feelings against you.” Lucy tells her seriously, Phoebe agreeing with her. 

“I guess so.” Julien tells them. “Alright, I love you both, I’ll see you at the bar tonight.” Julien waves to the pair before hanging up, dropping her phone onto the table, and dropping her face into her hands.

When you answer the door you’re fresh out of the shower, fresh faced with wet hair, wearing an oversized Green Day shirt, and tiny shorts, and Julien feels like she’s about to have a heart attack.

“Hey, you” you say, giving her a tight hug before opening the door further and letting her inside. “I just called, pizza should be on its way soon!” Julien can hear music playing faintly from your bathroom, and is acutely aware of the smell of your body wash and the fact that you are wearing very little clothing.

“Yeah, sounds good.” she says, walking inside and taking her shoes off, before following you into the bathroom where your makeup and hair products are spread out over the counter. She sits on top of the toilet and watches you dry your hair while you tell her about your day and the drama between some of your friends, looking at you like you hung the moon. Satisfied with your hair, you drag her into your bedroom and sit her down on the bed, pulling different hangers out of the closet.

“Okay, so I have this dress I thrifted,” you tell her, holding up a short, black dress. “It has this really cool neckline, and I was thinking I could do my layer necklaces and those black heels?” You show her another hanger. “I have this skirt too, though, and I thought I could wear it with that red top and my leather jacket? And my boots?” Julien stares at you blankly, but really she’s just picturing you in the clothes you’re holding up and trying so hard to keep her cool. You gently wave your fingers at her. “Hey, earth to JB, you okay over there?” 

She starts, and stares at you for a second, blushing wildly. “Oh, um, I don’t, I mean, I think they would both look good.” she stutters, glancing down at her tattooed hands which are fidgeting in her lap. You roll your eyes playfully, laughing gently at her words.

“But which one would look better?” you ask, waving both of the hangers in her direction. “I was kinda leaning towards the dress, especially cause then I would match your shirt,  but I really wanted your input!” Julien flushes again at your words, before nodding her head in agreement. 

“I um, I think the dress would look really gorgeous on you.” she manages, and you beam at your words, heading into the bathroom to change and leaving Julien a flustered mess on the edge of your bed. Reminding herself of Lucy and Phoebe’s encouragements, she tells herself to get a grip and get over herself, taking several deep breaths as she waits for you to come back.

When you return, fully dressed and putting on your jewelry, Julien swears she can feel her heart stop. You pause, slightly self conscious under her gaze, and cast your eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “What, um, what do you think?” you ask her, slowly meeting her eyes with your own.

“I think you look stunning” she tells you, voice full of sincerity. “I mean, shit, you’re easily one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.”

You flush at her words, and smile at her before grabbing your jacket and sitting down beside her to put on your shoes. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen too, JB.” you tell her, and miss the way her face burns at your words. “Ready to go?” you ask her, straightening up and grabbing her hand, pulling her into the living room as she nods. “You sure you’re okay with driving?” you ask her, grabbing your keys and phone while she ties her shoes.

“Of course I am,” she reassures you. “You just focus on having fun tonight, okay?” You grin at her, and the two of you chat about the night ahead all the way down to her truck, where she holds the door open for you before climbing inside herself. As soon as the car starts, she hands you her phone, and you pull up the playlist she had made for the both of you, singing along to the music the whole way to the bar. Julien has her hand resting on your knee as you speed through traffic, and you have your window down, the cold, nighttime air rushing through your hair.

Once the truck pulls into a parking space outside the bar and Julien opens your door, grabbing your hand and leading you into the bar, things start to speed up. Once the two of you find Lucy and Phoebe, making your way over to the booth they had claimed and greeting them with tight hugs and cheek kisses, Julien offers to get the three of you drinks, and after she leaves, Phoebe pulls you onto the dance floor. You throw your arms around Phoebe’s neck and she guides your hips to the music, the two of you a giggling, sweaty mess under the flashing lights and blasting speakers of the club. After Julien returns with your drinks, you pull Phoebe towards the table and slide into the booth, leaning up against Julien who lays an arm across your shoulders as you sip your drink.

“Having fun out there?” she asks, her face extremely close to yours in order to be heard over the music and chatter of the club. You nod, grinning, and gesture towards Phoebe

“She’s taking charge,” you say, laughing. “I’m just along for the ride.” Phoebe winks at you, pulling you into her side and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and laugh. Lucy laughs loudly at the pout on Julien’s face at the loss of contact between the two of you, and Julien rolls her eyes, before quickly excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, Julien splashes water on her face, exhaling deeply and trying to talk herself up. The images of you dancing with Phoebe, the ones of you getting ready earlier, and every single second you had spent with her played in her head as she spiraled into a haze of overthinking and self-doubt. How could someone like you ever fall for someone like her, she wonders, but before she can get too deep into her own head, Lucy barges into the bathroom. Seeing the questioning look on Julien's face, Lucy cuts her off before she can ask:

“I know you too well, JB. I know you’re in here overthinking, but you need to be out there making a move.” Julien tries to protest, but before she can even get the words out Lucy cuts her off again, holding out a hand. “Don’t even try to give me any of that ‘she’s so out of my league’ bullshit either Julien, you two are made for each other and you know it. Now snap out of it and get your ass out there. Go get your girl!”

Julien grins ruefully at Lucy, thanking her for the pep talk before heading out of the bathroom to find you.

Meanwhile, you had wandered over the bar to get another drink for you and Phoebe. Julien was acting weird, barely making eye contact with you ever since you two had arrived, and you were stuck wondering if you had done anything wrong. When she had left the table, you had wanted to go after her, but Lucy insisted that you should stay, that she would go check on Julien. Phoebe had encouraged you to get another drink, so you were sitting in front of the crowded bar while the drastically overworked bartender made his rounds. You were so absorbed in what was happening with Julien you didn’t notice the guy next to you that had been ogling you from the second you sat down, until he opened his mouth.

“Hey you, come here often?” he asked, and you cringed internally, before tuning to find the man. He wasn’t unattractive, but his sleazy pick up line coupled with the stench of alcohol on him and the fact that he was way too close to you turned you off completely to the man. Well that, plus the fact that you already knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t him.

“Um, not really.” You said politely, before attempting to turn back around. The man’s hand on your shoulder prevented you from doing so, though, and you felt panic rising up within you. You tuned out whatever he was saying, searching frantically for Lucy, for Phoebe or Julien behind him, but with no luck.

“Like I was saying,” the man continued. “A pretty girl like you really shouldn’t be here all alone. Let me buy you a drink, then maybe we can keep getting to know each other at my place.” 

You felt fear closing over you, your friends were nowhere to be seen and this guy was relentless. “No, really, I’m not interested.” you told him as calmly as you could.

“Why not?” he asked, grinning horribly at you.

“I’m not available.” you hear yourself say, to which the man scoffs.

“That’s what they all say, but I don’t see anyone here for you-” but the man is cut off by a firm hand sliding around your waist. 

“Sorry about that, baby.” Julien says, pulling you protectively into her. “Line for the bathroom was crazy long. Who’s this guy?” she asks, pointing to the man whose slimy grin had slid right off of his face. Relief rushes through you at the feeling of Julien’s hands on your hips, and you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Don’t worry about it, honey.” you tell her, melting back into her arms. “This is, Matt, was it?” The man scowls.

“Mike, actually.” he responds, gruffly. Julien sticks out her tattooed hand. 

“Mike, hi, I’m Julien. Her girlfriend.” she says gruffly, her voice and hands on you sending a wave of heat through your body. “And you’re obviously making her uncomfortable, so if you could leave, that would be great.”

“No, you know what, we were having a good time before you interrupted.” Mike scowled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m her fucking girlfriend.” Julien snaps at him, before pulling you into a strong kiss. You relax into her, throwing your arms around her neck and she pulls you in by the waist, standing between your legs and tilting your head gently upwards to meet her lips. You kiss her back feverishly, until she abruptly pulls away and steps back. “He, uh, he left.” she tells you, running her hand across her mouth. “Sorry about that.” she mutters, before turning on her heel and running out the door, leaving you sitting at the bar, speechless.

You stare at the spot where she disappeared into the crowd, heading for the door for a moment, before jumping up and stumbling after her. You pass by the booth with Lucy and Phoebe who are sitting, staring at you with smirks on their faces. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lucy asks, smiling gently as you get closer. “Go get your girl.” Phoebe whoops at her words, and you roll your eyes playfully at the two of them, before turning towards the door and hurrying out into the cold air. Once you stumble outside, and walk a couple feet down the sidewalk, you see Julien in the alley, leaned against the bricks with a cigarette in her hand. You walk slowly towards her, watching as she takes shaky drags from the cigarette in her hand.

“Hey, Jules.” You call softly to her when you’re a couple feet away, and she slowly meets your eyes with her own red-rimmed ones. “Why are you crying?”

“Fuck, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, you just looked so uncomfortable and I wanted to make sure you were safe but I wasn’t thinking and-” but you cut her off, surging forwards to kiss her again. Your hands fly into her hair and she drops the cigarette, crushing it under her boot before pulling you in by your hips. She runs her strong hands up your back and bites your bottom lip gently, causing you to moan into her mouth, tugging gently at the roots of her hair. Moments later, you break away, panting, and she rests her forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” you tell her, placing a finger to her lips when she begins to protest. “You did save me, and you showed me that you feel this too.” you gesture between the two of you. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for like, forever!” you tell her breathily, giggling at the incredulous look on her face.

“Me?!” she asks. “I thought I wasn’t your, uh, your type, I guess”

“Well, you thought wrong.” you say, before lacing your fingers with hers, smiling at the beautiful grin that breaks onto her face. “Let’s go tell Lucy and Phoebe good night, and then you can take me home.”

Julien steals one more quick kiss before squeezing your hand gently and pulling you after her back into the bar, laughing as you stumble, and thanking her lucky stars she had been wrong about you.

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13. I NEED U (WRITTEN)

"yunjin?" you called out to the girl infront of you, the sight of her body tensing up hurting a lot more than it should've.

yunjin turned around to meet your gaze, "hi?"

"can we talk?" you ask, maintaining eye contact with her.

"sure but this better be worth it." yunjin says, to which you nod.

"i promise." you say firmly, making yunjin feel a bit at ease. you didn't need to know but she missed the sound of your voice, it calmed her.

shortly after they both made it outside to the soccer field, y/n taking a seat on the bleachers first ushering yunjin to sit next to her.

‘really?’ was all yunjin could think, y/n brought her to the soccer field?

“sorry, it’s just easier for me to think here it makes me feel at ease.” y/n says nervously.

‘oh.’

“i wanna apologize for what i said the other day, i wasn’t thinking and what i said was stupid. i hope you know i didn’t mean it at all, i just was on edge.” y/n starts, pausing briefly to take a breath.

“why?” yunjin says.

“huh?”

“why was that on your mind while we were talking about us?” yunjin says, her eyes stuck on the girl in front of her.

“i don’t know really, i guess i just don’t expect my relationships to last.” y/n shrugs.

“after heeseung?” yunjin asks.

“it wasn’t specifically him, i just don’t typically attract the right people y’know.” y/n starts, her hand moving closer to yunjins.

“except you.” y/n says looking straight into yunjin’s eyes again, making the blonde blush.

“i thank the universe everyday for giving me you.” y/n says, smiling.

yunjin laughs, “how do you go from fucking up horribly to saying some of the sweetest words ever to me?”

y/n looks away in embarrassment, “i planned it out this time.” she mumbles.

“you what?” yunjin teases her, she definitely heard y/n just wanted to mess with her.

“i wrote it out last night before i went to bed, i wanted to make it perfect for you.” y/n says, yunjin giggling.

“you’re cute, did you write that too?” yunjin asks, smiling harder at y/n’s red face.

“ok enough,” y/n groans, “are we okay?”.

“of course, i missed you so much… i even dyed my hair to get your attention.” yunjin admits, mumbling the last bit.

“really?” y/n says, her eyes brightened in awe.

“i think you look really pretty.” she praises, making yunjin stand up immediately.

“the bells about to ring.” she says changing the topic, obviously flustered at y/n’s comment. she didn’t think she would like her new hair this much.

“we’ll talk more later?” y/n asks, grabbing her bag laying beside her on the bleachers.

“yeah, we do have one more thing to discuss.” yunjin says giving y/n a small smile.

“see you later.” y/n says, her eyes locked on yunjin’s lips. she wanted to kiss her so bad.

fortunately for y/n, as she was zoned out yunjin placed a quick peck on her cheek running off almost immediately after.

“bye!” yunjin said, disappearing in mere seconds.

y/n just sat there for a moment, not feeling like what had just happened was real. her hand resting on her cheek.

y/n felt complete almost, her relationships were nearly all rebuilt.

but she had one more thing to do, ask yunjin to be her girlfriend.

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could i maybe request an enemies to lover between larissa and an 18+ student ?

the plot is up to you :)

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Larissa Weems x Young Professor f!reader words: ~4.5k specific warnings/content: FLUFF, slight nsfw

summary: see above

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a/n: ok so i did change this a little bit to young professor because i can't really imagine Larissa being with a student of her school, so i hope thats okay. Otherwise ! the creative liberty was so freeing. I hope yall like the concept - i was really excited for this one

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This weeks potion for your class was definately taking a toll on you - you sat in your office staring at your email as the moonlight shined on your skin, doing nothing to help the chill that filled the room. It had gotten late but you took the hours of sweet, quiet sanctuary to work ahead and save yourself some time later on. The blue glow of your computer screen casted a bright gleam on your face and illuminated the corner of your dark, empty classroom, forcing your mind onto the sight of how late it had gotten.

The Potion of True Intentions was one that could be helpful in one hand and dangerous in another. It was a potion that could reveal multiple truths about someones actions, even make them unable to lie in higher potencies - taking away the mask they put on in day to day life and revealing anything and everything that stood behind it. It was part of the curriculum, so, regardless of who your students were, it had to be taught. You had spent the last hour trying to wrap your head around how you would teach this, who exactly you would use for an example.

The thought was risky, especially with teenagers, especially with teenage outcasts. One could reveal their undying love for another while someone else might confess to attempted murder - a certain raven haired girl slipped into your mind and the thought alone making the possibilities shocking. There were so many twists and turns that could come up that you pinched the bridge of your nose as you groaned out in frustration.

You flew back to rest fully against your desk chair as you blankly stared at the already typed email on your screen. Dread filled you at the thought of sending this email, at the thought of sending this email to her.

Your relationship with Larissa Weems, the principal, your boss, was nothing less than complicated. You thought all had gone well when you were swiftly hired just months ago, being met with a kind smile and what you thought was genuine banter from the woman as she gave you a tour, as she walked you through the halls and to the quarters you would be moving into, all with her arm brushing against yours, all with her hand meeting the small of your back, all with reassurance and a light blush and a beautiful laugh that you still wished to hear ring in your ears..

That is, if you didn't grow to hate the woman.

It was more like a strong dislike but it was so close to hate that it was the word that made the most sense. But hate was dreadful, hate was all consuming, hate was confusing, full of longing, full of.. care? Full of lust?

You just hated that she hated you, so you always tried to give her no reason to.

Surely, no.. this was a different kind of hate than what you have been met with before. But you still couldn't help the feeling that climbed deep into your chest and settled itself there, like a fire - warm and anxiety induced, jittery and build on.. need? It riled you up and curled your hands into fists whenever she challenged you, but the willpower you had, the need to not back down always shot you farther than you always intended.

This would be an interesting class..

You let out a deep sigh as you steadied yourself to rest your hands back on your keyboard, your oversized sweater falling off one of your shoulders as you scanned over your words for any errors, but, with the way she treated you, there was no doubt you had to spice it up a little.. You always sent every email with the hope of making her seethe and her jaw clench at how absolutely perfect you could be, at how absolutely perfect you could be for her.

You were one of the youngest among the staff, but that didn't stop you from being heavily qualified and experienced - something that she seemed to absolutely pick at whenever possible.

Good Afternoon, Larissa.

I hope your evening has gone well so far. I have a request for you that I think aligns with our values of safety and education within the walls of Nevermore.

The potion that I am teaching to my students tomorrow can be potentially dangerous if ended up in the wrong hands - the Potion of True Intention. I'm sure you're well aware of what this can do, so I've gone ahead and told them that I would be the only one creating a batch of this particular potion - though, this may not stop them from creating one of their own.

If you're available, could you please attend my mid-day class tomorrow as an extra set of eyes? Your presence will surely make the lot feel safer and bring more authority into my statement to prevent them from making their own with ill intentions while also letting them be able to put their whole focus on taking in the information and learning about such a beautiful potion.

Maybe you could learn a thing or two as well

-Professor Y/N

Your body immediately relaxed as you clicked send, a large weight falling from your shoulders as a deep sigh left your lungs. Though, a wild smirk rose onto your features at what you could do tomorrow in her presence, about who you could use as an example if she were to show.

Your heart laughed in mischief at the endless possibilities - oh, what a show it would be to see how much she truly hates you, to see her try and hold back every comment, every action as her teeth grind together in anger and her hands turn to fists at her sides.

The familiar 'ding' of a message popping into your inbox filled the room. You don't even have to look at it to know it was her - sure, it was late, but you knew the woman would still be up.

You adjusted in your seat as you moved your mouse to click on the email. You read over her words, your blood boiling a bit at the small email, but it didn't matter as your lungs filled with satisfaction at her reply.

Professor Y/N,

I'll make sure to be there - Be sure not to start without me.

L. Weems

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You propped the classroom door open as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, knowing that students would filter in slowly as you gathered all the ingredients you needed at the front of the room. You were nearly buzzing with excitement at what was to come, spending most of the morning making sure everything would go perfectly.

This was one of the few times you knew Larissa would be in your classroom while you were teaching, other than teacher evaluations and any other potion you deemed more dangerous than others. It made you slightly anxious as well.. She was still your boss, at the end of the day. This would be a way to prove yourself as a professor and gather some insight on the woman who did a complete 180 on you.

You grabbed the final bowl with a gentle touch, knowing that it was the main piece of the rather tedious puzzle you were about to build.

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Early this morning, you wandered into the greenhouse, Marilyn Thornhill's domain. You loved stopping by and seeing what she had in store. You often worked together to grow the flora and fauna within the academy - you taking care of and helping her research more plants while she grew anything you needed for future lessons. It had jumpstarted a kind friendship between you two, especially since you both were on the newer side.

You were in search for a very specific flower as your eyes filtered over the dozens upon dozens of plants that were held on shelves and hung from the ceiling. You loved how she made the greenhouse something of her own - there was no doubt so much of her personality within every aspect.

She came into view after seeing you from her office window, your confused and slightly overwhelmed expression making the redhead chuckle to herself before standing.

"Was there something specific you were looking for today, Y/n?" Her voice had startled you a bit, her office being slightly hidden by some of the bigger plants, but her warm aura always settled your nerves. You let out a sigh as you waved at her to come closer.

"I know I didn't ask for any, but I was hoping you had some Browallia Speciosa flowers.." Your eyes didn't stop scanning the room, hoping she had the blue version of the flower and not only its violet or white form. "I have a special guest coming to class today.. and the blue hues of the flower remind me of her eyes. Do you have any, by chance?"

You finally looked over at the woman only for more confusion to come up to your features. There was a knowing look on her face, like there was something you didn't quite know, something that she didn't plan to tell you - it peaked a big wave of curiosity to course through you, though you decided against mentioning anything of it.

"I'm pretty sure that there's sommmee…" She dragged out the word as she walked towards one of her far walls. You watched her struggle on her tippy toes for a few moments before finally grabbing a large vase off one of the shelves. "…here!"

A smile rose to your face as you saw how proud she was at her small victory. She brought the vase to one of the desks as she went to grab some sheers. "Take as many as you need. They seem to be blooming perfectly at this time of year. What potion are you working on today?"

She handed you the sheers with a soft touch then watched how carefully you started to cut the flowers away - she always seemed so interested in your work, and it was something you heavily appreciated. "The Potion of True Intention.. I figured out who I would use as an example late last night, so I didn't have enough time to wait for another type to grow."

You handed her the sheers and placed the flowers in the bowl. "You always seems to be a lifesaver when it comes to this, so I wasn't surprised to see that you had some, though hidden.. Thank you."

You offered her a kind smile before watching her put everything away. When she was back to you, she walked you to her classroom door. "Who are you using as an example? I'm very curious to hear about everything, I'm not gonna lie."

You turned around to face her completely, a mischievous smirk rising onto your face. "Larissa Weems."

Her expression turned into shock before converting into a wide smile. She knew about your.. let's say, distaste for her best friends hatred towards you. She, however, would knew both sides, but told nothing to the other person - something you heavily appreciated as you trusted the redhead. It had shocked her at how bold you were being, and she said she would come by when the lesson was done to hear about everything.

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You placed the bowl down next to your other materials before looking up towards your students, immediately watching them calm down and settle under your gaze. You threw them all a gentle smile as you ran your fingers along the edge of your cauldron. They always seemed to love potion days the most - always so focused as they hung onto every word, taking in the information with ease - so you were glad that your teaching style called for a lot of them.

"Alright, everyone.. Let's do this." You took a deep breath as you clapped your hands together. "Good afternoon!!"

"Good afternoon!!!" You watched as their faces lit up along with yours, laughter echoing through the room after their booming response. "How lovely. Seems everyone's excited for today, yes?"

The energy of your students after a lunch break was always something that was hit or miss when it came to taming it, but you grew to use it to your advantage and have them feel really engaged with the material - ensuring that their knowledge was growing instead of having information constantly just thrown at them. Small conversations died down, once again, as you took an inhale to speak. The words, however, died on your tongue when you noticed a flash of white by the door.

"I hope I'm not late! Hello, everyone," She said with a smile. She wore a cream colored dress and gold jewelry, making her signature red lip pop more than it usually did. Something about her presence today made the air get pulled from your chest as you gripped the side of the cauldron. Her piercing blues landed on your form and soaked you in from head to toe. If you weren't so focused on reining in your own emotions, you would've noticed the faint blush fill her features as her posture wavered.

Your dress complimented your features very well - the sleeves ran long but still showed your collarbones, long enough to pronounce your height but short enough for your calves to be visible. The dark colors of the outfit along with your make up and silver accessories really fed into the notion that you would know you entered a potions room, just at the glance in your direction.

You made sure to put a little more effort into your appearance whenever you knew you'd be around Larissa. You always wanted to look good for the woman, your looks always adding to your confidence. There was a part of you that still craved her validation, though, she never gave it to you. There was always a small victory raining inside you whenever you were able to make her falter, to make her breath pause, for her breath to hitch with your presence alone..

You wondered just how far she would let you go..

"You're not late at all - don't worry!" You threw a sickly sweet smile at her, your head tilting to the side slightly. "We've actually just started. Okay, everyone.. so.." You turned back to face your students, feeling her presence shift and come close right after. "I asked Principal Weems to be here today because, like I said before, this potion can be used in multiple ways - even in the dangerous sense. Though I'm using it in a light hearted matter, I'm required to really teach about it's history and uses.. which is why I hid nothing from you all. I wanted her here to really press the matter of it's danger and because I thought another set of eyes would help settle you. Understood?"

Your eyes fluttered around the room to meet all directions, being met with some saying a small 'yes' and others nodding their heads.

"Good.. Who can tell me what today's potion is just by looking at the ingredients that I have up here?"

Many of their hands shot up and a sense of pride filled your chest. You knew this was from your teaching alone, but you couldn't help and love how they were all behaving with Larissa there - really pushing the fact that you were genuinely good at your job and making her see it for herself, even if you were younger.

You gestured to a student in the front row. "The potion of True Intention."

"Yes, good! And what does it do?"

"It can reveal one of many things, depending on what the brewer wants to know. While making the potion, you have to put your own intentions into it - asking questions or giving demands on what you want to know from your person."

The next ten minutes continued on like that - you asking your students questions and them all ready to answer. You gave more of the history and reminded them of some of the uses of the potion before calling two helpers to pull the curtains to cover the large windows that consisted of one of the classroom walls. You took your lighter and lit three blue candles and placed them on opposite sides of the cauldron, lighting up the sides and front with a golden oranger glow.

"You want the colors of the flowers and candles to be around the same. When you light your candles, you want to already be thinking about your intensions. A good potion always comes from a clear mind." You placed the lighter down and took one of the flowers from your bowl. "You want to use a flower or plant that you think can link back to them, capturing their personality or looks within the nature. We're lucky enough to be growing some Browallia Speciosa - a flower that links to spiritual wisdom and clarity."

You walked around and placed the bowl in front of a student in the first row, urging them to grab one and pass it down. As you walked back to the bubbling liquid, you held the flower in front of Larissa so she could see it, then moved it into the light. "I got the blue ones because the color reminds me of a certain guest that we have here today."

You peaked a glance to your side and saw her shocked expression, making a wild smirk form on your lips. You placed it down for a moment before saying your next words, then grabbed a paper and started to tear it to ensure only a name would be thrown into the mixture.

"If you have a belonging from the person, whether it be hair, their handwriting, a photograph, just to name a few, you want to throw that in. If you don't, then you can write the persons first and last name on a sheet of people and throw it in. If you have both, do the name after the item - it's preferred if you do to have a clearer potion."

You looked down to see that you had successfully isolated Larissa's signature off of the permission slip you submitted to teach this potion - killing tow birds with one stone as you threw it into the starts of the potion.

"Take your flower and dip the petals into the mix gently, pulling them out and letting any excess drip off until it stops. Once it's not soaked anymore, lift the flower in front of you and slowly start to pull off each petal, dropping it into the cauldron while you whisper your intentions over and over until none are left. Once all petals are in, put the stem in gently while saying.." You leaned closer to the bubbling liquid, seeing that it has already grown thicker than the start. "'The truth shall show itself, as it seems to time and time again..'"

The potion was accepted and made correctly, a light blue smoke emitting from its sides and flowing down to the floor. You watched the smoke swirl with the flames before taking a glance over to Larissa. She seemed so invested in your lesson - her eyes were glued to your work as she absorbed every word and action that came from you. The smoke put out each flame with a harsh breeze, the classroom becoming completely black before the potion glowed a light blue, illuminating the room with it's success.

You asked the students to open the blinds back up as you bottled up a small amount of the mix. "Now, you can put this potion in food or drinks, create it into a spray, or keep it as an oil. As long as it's absorbed, whether it through the skin or with digestion or smell, it should work."

You shook it slightly before you twisted the lid off and squeezed the top of it, moving some of the oil into the dropper before presenting it to Larissa. You held it out to her, one hand staying underneath it to prevent any spilling, silently asking for permission.

She seemed uneasy at first, but, in the end, moved closer to you to allow it. You put a few drops onto your fingers then smeared the liquid between your fingertips. You set the dropper down before starting to apply it along some of her pulse points, your fingers grabbing her wrists in a gentle hold as you applied some there, then moved your fingers up and placed some along her neck.

The close contact and gentle touch seemed to make Larissa flustered, but you couldn't help but think she was fuming behind the mask of it all. You gave her a smile, and she rolled her eyes subtly. You took a few steps back, afterwards, and took in her form.

Her breathing picked up slightly and her eyes scattered around the room, being sure to land on anything other than you. You tilted your head to the side in mock curiosity as finally she faced you. You saw her jaw clench before her throat bobbed in a harsh swallow.

The students seemed to be on the edge of their seats - the room growing quiet enough that you were sure you could hear a pin drop. It looked like she was struggling to keep herself from saying something, the words nearly being forced out before the ring of the bell filled the room.

You were cruel, but not as cruel as her.

You had planned it to go this way. This was still your job, and you weren't going to risk it or your professionalism by forcing the woman to put herself this far out there.

Your students groaned and complained as they threw their items into their bags and got up to leave the room. "I'll be sure to let you all know what happened!" You said before closing the door behind the last student.

"I know you hate me.." You stated, breaking the silence. "I wanted to know why and how much.. But I wasn't going to risk anything and have your image be tainted in front of the students. I hope you understand.. because I-"

Just as you turned around, you were pinned back against the very door you just closed, firm hands meeting your hips as hot breath tickled the side of your neck. Your breath had been forced out of your lungs at the impact, your face flushed as you finally acknowledged exactly what was happening. Her perfume was intoxicating as it met your lungs, the smell causing your heart to flutter, and her touch was so warm.. so easy to melt into, so easy to crave..

"I don't hate you, Y/n…" Her voice was low as it ghosted along your ear. You couldn't help but be confused at her words, but, before you were able to say something, her voice cut you off. "It's quite the opposite, really.. I just couldn't accept how easy it was to be myself around you, to get lost in the time, how easy it was for me to fall for you.."

Your breath hitched as one of her hands took hold of your chin, forcing your eyes up to hers. She took in your expression and it seemed to be one she approved of, her eyes fluttering down to your lips before she pressed into you more.

"But, it seems, I no longer have the willpower to hide my desire now.. do I?"

Her lips ghosted along your own, you gripped the fabric at her strong shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forwards, only to open when her lips didn't meet your own. A lustful smirk graced her features as her eyes darkened. "And it seems I'm not the only one.."

She crashed her lips into yours after her words, a whimper leaving your throat at the desperation and need found within it. Her hands wandered your torso before bringing one of your legs up to her waist. Her leg slid into the space and pressed firmly against your core. A deep moan left your chest at the contact, and she took the opportunity to explore your mouth.

Her tongue danced with yours, swallowing each of your whimpers and moans for her only. She broke the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth while doing so. The desire found within your own eyes seemed to surge her forward - she was reeling in how absolutely delicious you looked. Her lips traced down your jaw before moving down to your neck. She licked along your pulse point, causing a satisfied hum to leave your throat before sucking a dark, purple mark onto the skin.

The action sent a shiver down your spine as you melted into her touch. She kissed along the canvas of your skin, biting down at the junction of where your neck and shoulder met, pulling a gasp out of you.

Just after the sound, a loud knock was heard against the wood behind you. You both froze before softly breaking away from each other. She stood right behind you as you opened the door back up, a deep blush still apparent on your features as you calmed down slightly, as your eyes landed on Marilyn.

"How did it go! What ended up happening?" She said the words as you were opening the door, a small gasp leaving her as she noticed that you were not alone. Her eyes took in both of your forms, gaze moving between you both before her eyes widened as she noticed the new mark along your neck. "You know !! I-I actually forgot something!! I'll come back later, you know??"

She quickly shuffled down the hall and out of view before you closed the door at her loss of presence. You turned around to meet a heavily flustered and smiling principal, the sight of her and the situation making a loud laugh leave you, her following in your foot steps.

You walked up to her and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to enjoy her warmth. "Y/n.. I suppose, we should talk about this, hmm?"

Her arms wrapped around your waist, and you couldn't help but notice how well your bodies fit with each other. Her smile reflected your own as you finally understood some of the truth behind her actions. You spoke with butterflies in your chest, a newfound clarity filling your being."I suppose we should.."

"I was thinking tonight. Over dinner, if you'd like?"

You loved the hope that filled her eyes, a new sparkle settling there as she looked back at you. You giggled at her forwardness, something you never would've thought you would see in such a kind light. You nodded as you gave her your answer, relaxing in the comfortable energy that coursed through you both.

Seems you were right about your feelings.. Hate always seems to linger close to love, after all..

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it's fine though because that's important - it's just taking up much more of my time than I thought it would, especially now that im working again.

BUTTTT!!

i hope you liked this because i've literally been thinking about it for DAYS. I wanted to write so bad but i was flooded with assignments this week. it was so fun to write whenever i had the chance and just clear my mind from anything else. this is why i love writing

ty for the submission ! my reqs are currently on pause ! you can read more about it here but I'm going to be working on what i have before starting anything new

i also changed my pfp - sorry if you recognized me by my picture but i do be making a new one every now and then

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[charmac]

I love how Glenn talks about his journey with Dennis in this episode in TASP, specifically inspired by this scene:

"Season three really was the year where I feel like I found the character... Just sort of letting myself be a little bit more insane and crazy and unhinged and just weird. Just making weird choices... Let's just see how despicable and egotistical and awful and narcissistic and predatory can we make this character and still have it be funny.”

This scene has always felt so purposefully strange, predatory in Dennis’ language yet absurdly dismissable in Ingrid’s reaction and response. Clearly Glenn’s getting weird with it (in delivery) to make the scene funny.

So what’s crazy interesting to me is this claim in TASP that Glenn improvised the majority of the predatory language here (8:34-9:40 if the timestamped embedding doesn't work):

Which, by the way, is a complete lie (okay, fine, let’s say.. misremembering):

Because it’s scripted almost word for word. RCG speak about how they were scared to really go there knowing how it would come off, they claim they were nervous and uncomfortable “improvising” the lines the day of shooting, yet they clearly scripted it that way, intended language going into the scene (scripted by Charlie and Glenn, I might add).

Sunny is written as a comedy, intended to be funny, and it worked because it was funny despite the lines Glenn had to deliver. And why is that?

In some way, it is partly how they scripted (/directed) Ingrid as unfazed by Dennis’ words. She doesn’t see him as a threat and therefore his words bounce off as pathetic and strange, even when they’re alone in an office; she's not threatened so the audience isn't alarmed. But obviously the reason for her responding like this (notwithstanding her knowledge of Dennis from high school) is the way Dennis holds himself and the way he speaks.

His mannerisms are clearly misaligned, he’s saying words he knows(?) are threatening, but coming out of Dennis' mouth with these inflections, with his intent being to sell her his dress designs, it's almost nullified. He's just saying what he thinks gives him power, but his words mean nothing when Ingrid can clearly see through them. (And Meg speaks on this, too, which is awesome)

But they didn't just throw in Dennis speaking like a predator on the day of filming, thinking "ok let's do one take like this to push it," they wrote Dennis very clearly (knowing the payoff of the episode), with Glenn likely having a good idea of how he was going to play it. How (and I'm sorry but I really cannot find a better word to describe it) faggy Dennis comes across here is what disarms everyone, and since this predatory language was scripted, that is what was needed in Glenn's intention, or it just wouldn't be humourous.

And Charlie very helpfully assures something foundational here,

This is playing hard on Dennis' insecurities.

And, all that considered... When they're talking about Glenn getting weird with it, when they're talking about the choices he made in this episode to make the language he's using funny as opposed to straight-up scary, he says:

This is where Glenn found the character—insecurities included. In order to minimize the impact of the words Dennis is using, in order to make the predatory language creepy yet easily dismissable to Ingrid, it had to be funny in some way. And he achieves that by deciding to write/play Dennis clearly, insanely flamboyant.

Ironic, isn't it?

[sillysnack]

nothing a date can’t fix

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: Something’s bothering you, Saiki knows that. He doesn’t know the specifics, and neither do you want to indulge him in your problems. Is a spontaneous café date going to help?

— notes: ok this is originally for my self insert 😆 #crazy and this is insanely self-indulgent....!! not beta read! none of my works are

— things: ooc saiki kusuo me thinks... fluff? semi-established relationship

“Saiki.”

At this point in your relationship, you had suspicions of Saiki having powers. You didn’t push it, though. Saiki must’ve kept it secret for a reason.

For that, his appreciation for you grows a little more every day he spends with you. He’ll tell you once you two label the relationship.

After you mentioned his name, Saiki turns to you. His expression was unreadable as ever. Yours, however, was clear as day. You were upset about... something.

“Do you... want to go stop by Café Mami? I know we’re supposed to just head straight home today and you probably aren’t in the mood to go out right now, but–”

Before you could ramble any further, Saiki replies, “Of course.” ... Your thoughts and words were going at the same speed and shared the same nervous tone, Saiki needed to press pause on at least one of them. He’s glad both stopped.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Thanks. I’ll buy you coffee jelly.”

A smile makes its way to Saiki’s face. Even if it was only for a short time, your heart swelled with joy at the sight.

The walk towards Café Mami was silent. Usually, Saiki wouldn’t mind the silence. Hell, he even liked the comfortable silence that accompanied you both in your walks home, but something felt off.

“Is something bothering you?”

You look at Saiki. “Mm? No. I’m fine.”

... Saiki didn’t need his telepathy to pick up on the fact that you weren’t fine. The fact you were suspicious of his powers wasn’t helping, either. Saiki would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him, hearing and seeing you upset yet unable to help you.

“Stop thinking about it.” Was what Saiki heard as he peered into your thoughts. As well as, “Just need to spend time with Saiki, and it’ll all be fine. No need to talk about it.”

What was the it that seemed to bother you so much? Saiki hopes you’ll tell him once you two are at Café Mami.

...

“Saiki, Y/N! Welcome! What can I get for you two?”

You smile at Mera. “Two coffee jellies, thanks. Ah, make it three.” Mera nods as she takes note of your order.

“Three?”

You turn to Saiki before answering, “One for me, two for you.”

“Thank you, you’re godsent. Are you okay?”

You bite your inner cheek, unsure how to answer Saiki. You found no use in lying to him. He’s probably hearing your thoughts at the moment.

You’re right, I am.

You shake your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head again.

You watch as Saiki takes out a small ring from his pocket and slips it on.

“You wear rings?”

“Sometimes.”

You look at the ring around Saiki’s finger. It was a nice silver with blue in the middle, you couldn’t tell what gem it was, but you thought it looked nice on Saiki.

Of course, you were unaware of the main purpose of the ring; to block out Saiki’s telepathy. You didn’t want to talk about your problems, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it. Saiki wears the ring so he doesn’t unknowingly pry into your private life.

It’s silent between you two again, but Saiki can feel the previous cloud of discomfort that loomed over you vanishing. He exhales.

You yawn. “Do you mind if I... lean on your shoulder a little bit?”

Saiki shakes his head. He didn’t mind the action; it wasn’t necessarily a display of affection. You were sleepy and Saiki isn’t just going to let you rest your head on the table, that surface is for dessert only. He isn’t going to let you strain your neck in some uncomfortable position that other people seemed to put themselves in just to catch up on sleep.

There weren’t a lot of familiar faces in Café Mami as well. Even if someone from PK were to show up, he could easily wake you up.

Lastly, Saiki likes the peaceful look on your face when you nap on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Kusuo.” You rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. “Wake me up when the coffee jelly’s here?”

Saiki nods. He’s considering taking off the ring once he’s sure he can’t read your thoughts, but that would mean hearing the thoughts of others around you two.

With the ring on, it’s silent. Peaceful. Saiki can focus his attention better to you without the unwanted thoughts he’s constantly hearing.

Perhaps I’ll wear it for a few more minutes.

Saiki looks at you and smiles. He doesn’t know (yet) what’s bothering you, but, he knows he’ll help you in any way he can. If the help you want right now is to spend time with him in a café, then be it.

Saiki fiddles with the ring on his finger. He thinks, I hope you’ll be okay soon.

A few minutes pass and from a distance, Saiki sees Mera approaching their booth with three servings of coffee jelly, his eyes light up at the sight.

Saiki gently shrugs his shoulder, waking you up.

“Coffee jelly’s here.”

You two watch as Mera places the coffee jelly in front of you; more on Saiki waiting excitedly while you’re... excited because he’s excited.

“Order’s complete! Enjoy, you two.”

You nod. “Thanks, Mera.” You slide the two cups of coffee jelly to Saiki.

“Where’s my spoon?”

You grin. “In my hand. Say “ahh”!”

Saiki frowns. “I am not going to be spoonfed. Never in a million years.”

You laugh and dip the spoon in one of Saiki’s coffee jellies. “Of course you aren’t. Here,” you slide the coffee jelly closer to Saiki. “At least let me take a photo of you?”

Good grief. “Fine.”

You take out your phone and point it towards Saiki.

“Do I pose?”

You answer him, “Do whatever you want. It’s not like I’m posting these. I’ll probably just make it my wallpaper.”

Saiki rolls his eyes. He takes a spoonful of coffee jelly and smiles, the exact moment you were hoping to capture– which you successfully do.

Saiki didn’t need to take off his ring to tell that you were feeling much, much better by then.

[shortcakesturns]

could u write a smut in Chris or matts pov and loss off their virginity being nervous and y/n is riding them

𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

a/n: okay so two warnings, i’m new to smut and writing in general but like, you could say i’m a smut connoisseur so I think we’ll be okay. another one is that I have no clue if you wanted y/n to be a virgin but in this she will if you want it differently then just lmk. ALSO, if you don’t like sturniolo smut then block me because they have never specifically stated that they don’t want smut written, if they do say they don’t want it I will take it down but for now get the fuck over it and scroll i’m gonna feed the people now

warnings: chris pov, sex, loss of innocence, riding, piv, fingering, unprotected sex (wear a condom bitch)

smut under the cut

y/n has been my best friend since 4th grade and i’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t had sexual thoughts about her, of course i’ve had my fair share of gfs but none of them have interested me sexually.

currently it’s late at night, y/n lays on my bed on her stomach and is scrolling through tiktok’s next to me, when Matt bursts into my room.

“Chris, y/n want anything from McDonald’s? me and nick are going.”

“yeah just get us drinks, what do you want y/n.”

“sprite is fine.”

“alright i’ll be back.”

her head goes back down to her phone. “Chris can I ask you a question?”

“mhmm what is it?”

“are you a virgin?”

“I-uh yeah I am.”

“really?”

“yeah, are you?”

“I mean yeah it’s embarrassing, but it’s whatever.”

“why is embarrassing? hm?” I say lifting her chin and looking at her with a smile.

“my ex, he um broke up with me because I wasn’t ready for it but it’s like I am now.”

“really? do you have anyone in mind you’d want to lose it to?”

“yeah I do” she smiles

“me too, are you thinking what i’m thinking?”

she nods her head before getting on top of me and kissing me, her hips grinding down on my hard dick. little moans escape my mouth as the pleasure increases with the speed of her grinding down. I break away quickly. “are you sure y/n?” she nods again. “words, ma I need words.”

“yes Chris i’m ready.” she says shakily as I flip her over so i’m on top now. “your okay baby i’m nervous too let me make you feel good ma, is it okay if I take these off?” I say tugging at her panties, she nods and I quickly take them off. My heart pounding as I see her wet pussy, i’ve had previous experience with fingering so I knew what to do. “Are you ready ma?”

“Please Chris fuck please touch me.” I rub her clit with my thumb and put one finger into her wet pussy and pump in and out of her pussy. Moans escape her mouth. “yeah that feel good baby?”

“yes chris fuck.”

I feel her pussy start to tighten so I know she’s close and right before she cums I pull away. “Your gonna cum on my dick beautiful.”

I sit on the bed, and I pull my pants down, and my dick springs free. I look at her and smirk before motioning that I'm all hers to do anything to. You can see the nervousness on her face creep up.

“Y/n it's gonna be ok I promise, we both want this and I can promise you I won't leave.”

I hold her waist as she gets on top of me before lowering herself, the grip on my shoulder tightens increasingly the lower she goes. “It's okay ma, it's okay I'm here,” I whisper in her ear before her pussy is at the base of my dick.

“Holy shit it's so fucking big.”

“You got it, baby, you feel so good this pussy is made for me.” she gains more confidence with those words and begins to move up and down more mons escaping both of our mouths and she continues to speed up.

“Fuck I'm so close Chris, fuck baby.”

“O-oh fuck ma this pussy is so good.” she opens her mouth before I feel her pussy clench around me. “Mhm you got it ma, good girl I'm so close.” Her coming down from her high I push her on the back before quickly thrusting into her deeply and harshly.

“Shit, I'm cumming ma.” I pull out and jerk my dick as I release my cum all over her stomach. “Shit baby that was amazing.”

“I know sweetheart let me clean you up.” I place a kiss on her forehead before moving the hair on her face behind her ear and smiling as I walk over to grab a towel and begin to wipe up the mess we made. I lay down beside her and hand her clothes to her as she gets dressed I put my arm around her.

“Pretty girl.”

“CHRISSSSS, Y/NNNNN, WE ARE HOME.”

I smile as I kiss her temple before getting up.

“Let's go pretty.”

[aesthetic-bbyg]

OMG I’m so excited! ok ok how about a Lightner x fem reader smut, he takes her from the shop (like he did Cleo but the reader is Cleo in this situation) and she can’t help but talk back and sass him and he finds good use of her filthy mouth (🤤) rough and cussing!! choking? (Srry I’m crazy)

xx

FLITHY DESIRES

lightner x fem!reader

reader is of age , i kinda see her as a friend of the Pogues who sticks around to support them as they are younger , maybe like around rafe’s age (21 or so) , I do love a good age gap , he calls her sweetheart 🤭 , lower case intended, SMUT !

I’m gonna be so fr, I only partially follow the ask🫣 i sorta had my own thing envisioned and rolled w that instead. so sorry!! but it’s smutty and it’s at least something!

“NO, NO, STAY HERE. I’LL DEAL WITH THAT.” you happily offered, resting a hand on cleo’s shoulder. the girl paused her movements, looking up at you with hesitation.

“are ya sure? it’s my job, i can do it.” always the hard working woman that took responsibility cleo was, not even blinking at the offer to make her life a little easier.

taking a look at pope’s sleeping figure next to her you only smiled, gently pushing her back down into the hammock. “stay. i’ll deal with the fish, you just get some sleep.”

cleo let out a mixture of a defeated and tired sigh as she cuddled further into the comfortable bundle of fabric. “okay, then. just let me know if you need any help.” you nodded reassuringly, turning away to head down the dock before your wrist was suddenly caught. “oh! and my peppers move ‘em, or else they’ll dry up.”

you chuckled lightly, nodding in understanding. “move your peppers and feed the bait fish, easy.” you gently pulled away, watching as she sunk into pope’s side and fluttered her heavy eyelids shut. your footsteps were quiet when moving through the dry grass of john b’s yard and eventually to the crooked wooden boards of the dock. nothing but the sound of water and crickets filling the air, peace, such a foreign thing for the pogues.

reaching the small shop, you maneuvered your way through the dark, hands stretched out to assure that you didn’t bump into anything. looking down at the small tank of water you caught a small glimpse of the bait fish swimming around. you smiled gently, moving behind the counter to retrieve a plastic container of cheap fish food.

you were utterly oblivious to the very faint sounds of footsteps approaching, or the sudden arrival of a stranger as they lurked in dark. you even hummed, happily giving the hungry fish their food before closing up the container and putting it back in it’s place. it was then that you could no longer deny the presence of someone else as the man suddenly grabbed you.

his arm tightly wrapped around the entirety of your upper body, immobilizing you from even attempting to get away whilst his other hand clasped across your mouth, muting any noise. you fought as much as you could, thrashing and fighting against his strong grip. it didn’t realize exactly what you were doing until he let out a low groan into your ear.

“stop that.” his voice was deep and rough, enough that it sent shivers down your spine. you movements faltered slightly, in the midst of your weak attempts to escape his grip you been grinding your ass directly onto his dick. as immoral as it was, it was his only sign of weakness and you’d rather hump against him then potentially risk your life. so, you continued, even arching slightly so your movements were full of purpose. whatever his name was, he didn’t like it. suddenly he was pushing you forward and bending you over one of the counters. “i told you to quit it.”

“fuck off.” your muffled words attempted to snap, but it was no use against his large hand that kept it’s place. you shifted ever the slightest, the best you could in such a position. there came a point where you had hit a specific spot, letting out a moan before you could even stop yourself. your movements froze, eyes widening as your face went warm.

he chuckled from behind you, leaning down to breath real close to your ear. “now you’re just doin’ it on purpose, aren’t ya sweetheart?” you let out a pathetic squeak, still not moving. somehow, it was deemed a good enough answer for him. the man moved, his hips thrust forward, resting the waters almost. you tried your best to hold back any noise, only a heavy breath escaping your nose. “i bet you want this, don’t you?” another thrust of his hips, much stronger this time, and forceful. you let out another small moan, pressing your forehead into the hidden countertop in utter embarrassment.

what the hell were you doing? this was beyond wrong, you were disgusted in yourself for being in such a position but realized, you’d stopped fighting. now it was just your body making it’s own mind up. fuck, with the stress of dealing with six reckless teenagers had distracted you from your own personal life. were you really his desperate.

“if i remove my hand, will you scream?” he suddenly asked, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. a chance to call for help, to get you out of the irreversible mistake you’re gonna make, all of that handed to you on a silver plater and you only had to nod. the man’s hand slowly slid off your lips. a slither of light at the end of the tunnel, one you could sprint to until you reached it. and yet, as the light touched your fingertips, you didn’t let out a single noise. not a yelp, not even daring to breath too loudly. he was rummaging through the pockets of his cargo pants, keeping a bruising grip on your hands.

taking the moment of silence you mentally processed what had occurred in a span of five minutes. you had only caught a glimpse of this guy before you were all over him like a animal in heat. keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? from the foggy blur, he didn’t seem too bad. you subtly began to move your head, peeking over your shoulder to look at him.

fuck. he was hot. it gave you a strange sense of relief, he may have been a evil asshole who hurt your friends but at least he was hot.

the rip of duct tape snapped you out of the daze. it nearly made you want to take that chance, but by then it was too late. cheek to cheek, the material was stuck to your face, muting you once more. “how you feelin, sweetheart?” he asked almost mockingly, chuckling at the sound of your muffled replied. “perfect.” layers of the tape bounded your wrist together, allowing the man’s hands to be free to wander. “look at ya.” he muttered, running a rough hand down your back still it reached the rounded skin of your ass. he paused, squeezing the flesh gently before slapping it with force. if there was a slight sting through the denim of your shorts, you’d don’t even want to imagine what it feel bare. you gently squeezed your eyes, subconsciously moving backward so you could get back that bit of friction that was enough of wind you up. he caught your hips, squeezing them with another huff of a laugh. “easy there, sweet. i’ll getcha what you want.”

you whined, letting out a huff through your nostrils. if you were going to commit such an act of treason, it might as well be as quick as possible. it didn’t want this movement to drag on too long. you felt a hand reached around, unbuttoning and unzipping you shorts, then he hooked his fingers onto the waistband and slide them down slowly. once the denim looked at your ankles you heard him unbuckle his belt. strangely, of all the moments that led up to this moment, that small noise of the metal clanking excited you the most. he waisted no time on himself, removing the tight pants in seconds, clearly you weren’t the only one feeling excited.

he pressed his hard cock that was still in the restrains of his boxers to your clothed pussy, like he was warning you. he groaned gently, playing with your (luckily) pretty panties to tease you before he did anything. then he reached around to rub your clit, making soft circles that definitely were felt but didn’t satisfy. you needed more. and that’s what you tried to communicate as you shifted around and whined into the tape. he only pressed harder and faster circles, forcing out a moan from you. you pushed further, rubbing your ass to his hard-on.

“i hear ya, sweet thing.” he mumbled, pulling his hand away, leaving a disappointed emptiness in your stomach. “I’ll give ya what you want, but no screamin’ that you can’t take it.”

there was the a couple of indistinguishable sounds from behind you as you awaited for him. then, he slid your panties to the side, running his tip through the wet folds. you gasped as much as you could with the tape covering your mouth, relaxing into the counter—which by now, it’s uncomfortableness was just a blur in your mind. he tapped his cock teasingly before he was shifting to line up with your hole. you would’ve given him all credit of being a potentially good man despite the things he’d done with the way he slowly eased into you. inch by inch of his thick cock into your cunt, a delicious stretch that made you clench your eyes shut. that was until he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, any thoughts of him being gentle with you being thrown out the window.

“fuck, you’re tight little thing aren’t ya?” he cooed, contradicting his harsh thrust from moments before. he repeated the motion of pulling out slowly, then pushing himself back in with a brutal force. he didn’t pause like the last time though, he gained his pace, a fast one. you couldn’t think straight with the way he was snapping his hips, the slap of skin on skin meeting your ears. the guilt that once overflowed inside you began to drain as you found something much more desirable to fill you up.

the thought about how shitty this was is definitely still there, but now it was nothing more than a nagging thought you’d rather not let get in the way of your orgasm. as much you disliked being so tied up, the tape quieted your uncontrollable moans that definitely could’ve been heard from a mile away if it wasn’t there. you wanted to grip something, something to bound you to reality as the pleasure felt far too fictional. but you only could dig your nails into your palms, heavily breathing through your nostrils as the noises continued to spill out.

“fuck.” groaned the mysterious man, grip tightening around your hips. you’re going to be full bruises that are going to be hard to explain. “such a good girl.”

that’ll do it.

you let out a noise that came from deep in your throat, not being able to resist. he was pounding into you harder if that was even possible, hitting a spot that was taken your vision and made it white. as if it couldn’t get any better, his rough hand you had grown to love went back to rubbing those circles on your clit. this they were more than satisfactory. they had you seeing stars. at the feeling of you clenching around him he let out another groan, thrust slowing but never stopping. he tip was still grazing the spongy spot deep inside you, each time it grew more and more sensitive as you neared your climax.

you couldn’t even stay still anymore, your legs barely held you up as you quivered with the feeling of you teetering on the edge before eventually falling. you chest heaved into the counter, not even realizing you’d started sobbing with pleasure until a tear ran down your cheek. the man had pulled out just seconds after you came, stroking himself until he spurted out ropes of cum onto your asscheek. the slight dining in your ear had disappeared, you could hear him catching his heavy breaths, adjusting himself back into his pants.

you contemplated what to do. not exactly planning out the aftermath. luckily, you didn’t need to think much before he was reaching down to pull your up shorts. a gentlemen, despite absolutely ruining you just earlier. he tugged you up, forcing your to stand up straight before h turned you around to look at him. for the first time you were directly staring up at those hard eyes, and if wanted to intimidate you he’d only needed to stare the way he was doing now. your face grew warm, embarrassment seeping into your skin.

you winced as he ripped off the duck tape, tossing it to the side without ever taking his eyes off you. you didn’t flinch as he hand lifted to slid along your jaw before it eventually tangled itself in your hair. you made a noise of surprise as he tightly gripped your hair at the roots, pushing your head closer until his lips met yours. he kissed with such force and power that it reminded you of his thrust. it was just the way he was. strong. you did your best to melt into the kiss, attempting to give back that same passion but could hardly compete against him. he pulled back, trialing his kisses down to your jaw, then your neck, until he went back up to grazed over your ear.

“don’t think i’ll stop coming after you because of this.” he threatened sharply, “you’re not safe and neither are your friends.” with that he let go of his tight grip, whipping out a pocket knife to slice the tape on your wrist and then he was gone. his boots heavy against the wood as he marched back into his boat, not uttering another word.

you could only stare, watch as his boat disappeared into the waters. you felt dizzy, like all of this was a dream you would wake up from. you ripped off the rest of the tape from your wrist, tossing it in a nearby trash before rushing to do the whole with the peppers that cleo requested. you couldn’t stop thinking about the situation, each detail replaying in your head as you left the shop and began down the dock, back to the house.

cleo and pope were still resting peacefully in the hammock, another thing that tripped you out. they just casually slept here while you were getting fucked inside the shop? you rubbed your tired eyes, trudging through the yard and into the home. walking into your room you let out a sigh, not knowing what to do with yourself. the best thing was to get cleaned up, change clothes and go to sleep.

but even then, he haunted you in your dreams.

THIS WAS NOT SPELL CHECKED! apologies for any mistakes.