#ta winners

[theredcuyo]

Love is born from hatred because holy fuck i always start by hating my favorite characters and end up ready to commit crimes for them

[downisupandupisdown]

Marie-Josée Ta Lou-Smith 1st in 100m at Jamaica Athletics Invitational. 2024

[satrs]

Wet Wars!

SYNOPSIS; Hope you like losing your mind– twice.

FEAT; caleb x Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

TAGS;MDNI! threesome. oral fixation. bestfriend!caleb and bestfriend!satoru. competitive. panty ripping. desperate and püssydrunk guys. overstim. cunnilingus. dirtytalk. petnames. cocky gojo. possessiveeee caleb. squirting. cum eating. cl!t smacking. püssy smacking. dacryphilia. spit and drool. messy. slighttt dumbification from satoru once. praise. begging. size k!nk. tummy buldge. satoru jerks himself off and is pathetic. 3.3k.

A/N; sighhhh ANOTHA ONE!!!!! they r both my fav bois so I rlly had my fun on this one hihi^^ THIS is my dream blunt rotation man.

Who can make you cum first?

It starts like a game— at least, that's what Satoru calls it.

You're sprawled out on silky sheets, thighs parted indulgently over a stack of plush pillows.

Caleb kneels at your left, grey sweats tight around his hard-on, eyes glowing with quiet hunger while Gojo lounges on the other side, shirt off, grey sweats hanging low, all-too-familiar cocky smirk plastered on his moist lips.

Seeing your two closest, bestest of friends like this is— well, not exactly something you're used to.

Yeah, sure you three goof around all the time, and sure Satoru sometimes comes up with dirty jokes about you that Caleb makes quick work to and sure there was one time they both taught you how to properly kiss guys— but this?

This is new.

“Aaaand? Watcha' sayin? Yer' in?” the white-haired drawls, that wicked glint lighting up his cerulean eyes as they slide from Caleb to your exposed, dripping center. He swears your panties are practically pasted to your folds. “Winner takes it all.”

Caleb just smirks, trailing the back of his fingers along your inner thigh. “Hell yeah. Buuuut,” his voice dips, husky and pointed, “you sure you can handle her? Bet you don’t even know where the clit is.”

Satoru whistles, clearly entertained. “Woah. Cocky-much.” Then he flashes you that wicked grin, muscles twitching from the possesive grip on your thigh. “Yer' lettin' him talk ta me like that?”

You roll your eyes at their banter, hips twitching into the empty space between them. “You guyssss, seriously, quit it and do.... something already.”

“Aight, aight,” Caleb murmurs, voice thick with amusement as he hooks his fingers into your panties, sliding them to the side. He’s just about to slip a finger through your slick folds when Satoru's hand swats! his away.

“I know where the damn clit is, starboy,” Satoru's grin is all teeth. “Riiiiiiiight—”

He presses down, finger circling with maddening precision until it hits your bundle of nerves dead-on. The pressure is just enough to make your thighs jerk, threatening to clamp shut around their heads. But both of them shoot out an arm without missing a beat, pushing your legs apart and holding them there with synchronized ease.

“—here,” he finishes, eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

“That’s a no-brainer.”

Caleb snorts, unfazed. “Well duhhh. She’s soaked, Satoru. You could find it in your sleep.”

Satoru chuckles low in his throat, still teasing slow circles with his soft pad. “Then maybe ya oughta put in some effort before I win. Or not. Couldn't care less.”

Caleb's eyes narrow slightly, then he leans in without warning, tongue flicking out to replace the others hand, making your entire body jolt. “You talk too damn much." he murmurs, lips brushing your clit just barely, ripping your flimsy panties almost completely off with one strong pull, earning a shocked yelp from you. “Earn your keep.”

Then he licks, a slow, devastating stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring it like he’s been starving.

And suddenly, they're both on you at once, two hot tongues, slick mouths feisting upon you as if as if you were the last thing on earth they'd ever get to taste.

Satoru dips low again, mouth locking onto your clit with practiced ease, his tongue rolling and circling like he’s studied every nerve under a microscope. He hums against you, the vibration sending a ripple up your spine before he ends the barely holding on annoying strap of your cloth off you completely to further suckle at your buttony clit.

Caleb's grip tightens on your thigh as he kisses the soft skin, soft brown hair tickling your thigh as he moves up closer, his mouth dragging open kisses along the crease where your leg meets your needy core.

“Sweet fuck,” he mutters, dragging his tongue flat against your entrance now, slow and savoring, wanting to memorize your taste.

Satoru glances up, eyes gleaming. “Yer' takin’ your time down there, or just scared I’m gonna make her cum first?”

Caleb answers by sucking hard, just below your clit— just close enough for your hand to fly and latch onto the brown bush of hair while Satoru increases the pressure right on your swollen clit, tongue flicking in sharp, teasing pulses.

"Nghhhh! Y-yes r-right there!," you cry out, hips bucking, but their hands hold you down, keep you spread, keep you right there with nowhere to squirm or run to.

Caleb groans in response and fuck— he could cum by just listening to your sweet cries, hips deseraptly humbing deep into the matress.

You're sweet—so damn sweet. He can't breathe, can't be, except in the act of devouring you whole like you're the only thing he's ever wanted. He'd always imagined tasting you but this? This is heaven for him. And there's no way in hell anyone can take this honeyed cunny from him.

Only over his dead body.

And Satoru? God, he's an idiot.

An idiot for not dragging you into this sooner. A goddamn fool for letting this sappy bastard Caleb share in your sacred juices. And the biggest fool of all for grinding into the sheets like some needy, feral mutt, each spurting of your essence landing right on his tastebuds and he's sure he's addicted by now.

Because you are addictive.

You can't think.

And from the way your vision's already going white at the edges, legs desperatly shaking as the overwhelming sounds of slurp slurp slurp numbs your senses, and you're not sure who’s winning.

But you're definitely losing— in the best way possible.

You feel Caleb's tongue sliding lower ashe parts your folds gently, sucking one side into his mouth before dragging his tongue up the other. He's so gentle, so reverent, but there’s an edge to him now, a heat in his breath that promises he’s not going to let the cocky white-haired win.

Satoru's not having it.

He quickly flattens his tongue against your clit and starts flicking the bud so fast and devastating, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you still.

“Gonna make her cum first,” he says like it’s fact, “watch.”

Caleb only narrows his eyes, clicking his tongue in irritation before diving back between your legs, sliding his tongue deep into you. “Not if I get her gushing first.”

His words come out muffled, barely audible, vibrations of his voice adding onto his nasty tongue gliding through your hole, hitting your sweetspot with one swift roll of his tongue.

Bingo.

God, you would snap your thighs together if you could, but their strong hands make it impossible for you to escape from this overwhelming pleasure.

You're at your wits end at this point, tummy sucking in as Satoru pulls back just enough to smirk, placing a teasing smack! to your clit.

“Oh? Playing dirty already?”

Caleb doesn't care to answer. His tongue moves in slow, deep strokes, licking into your pussy while his lips seal around your entrance. You can hear it— the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth fucking you, tongue curling, nose brushing your clit.

The white-haired would love nothing more than to yank that jackass away from you and taste you himself, show you just how deep his tongue can bury itself inside you, how much better he can please you— but he holds back.

He wanted this game, after all.

“Fine. I can play dirty too.”

He reaches up, lifting your hips slightly before he sucks your clit into his mouth— hard. His tongue flicks fast, merciless almost, desperate to force your attention onto him.

You choke on a sob as your hips buck up into his mouth, hand tangling in the snowy hair while one of your legs hooks over Caleb's shoulder, heel digging into his back.

They're working together now, without even meaning to.

You're thrashing, hands now clutching the sheets, legs twitching as heat coils tight in your belly. You're—

“Close. She's close,” Caleb mumbles against you, thumb circling your inner thigh, "C'mon, baby. Cum for me."

“I'm still here, ya know,” Gojo purrs, then moans into your clit as you slightly yank at his hair. “Cum for me, cutie. Wanna taste ya.”

“M' gonna— gonna eat it up. Allll of it,” Caleb adds, breathless, lips gliding over your slit desperatly, selfish tongue draaaaging over your cunny, begging for you to just squirt right into his mouth. “You want that, pretty?”

With a nod and a quick glance at the cerulean eyes yearning for a reaction on your features and those lilac hues trying to suck your soul into his, you break.

“Thereee she is.”

Caleb's a madman now, fingers bruising into your thighs as if trying to keep you wide open, greedy for more. “So sweet, baby. Such a messy cunny— f-fuck.”

Your orgasm hits sudden and hard, whole body shuddering, thighs clamping around their heads. Voice cracking, cries and rambles of their names barely reaching their ears. Tears form at your lasline, toes curling at the massive wave of pleasure as your face contorts.

“Hahhh, ya should see yer face, pretty.”

Satoru's lips shine with your release, big fat beam plastered on his face as his tongue flicks one last teasing stroke over your clit just to make your body jolt.

They don't stop, keep going, mouths locked on you, dedicated as they suck and lick and pull every single drop you're offering out until you're twitching uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” Satoru breathes, pulling back to admire the mess. “Poor baby 's wrecked already."

He leans up to kiss you, slow and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It's so nasty but still adicting, him devouring your mouth like a man starved as Caleb glares up at you, placing a possesive kiss to your thigh followed by a jealous bite to your flesh.

His hands begin to slide up your sides, and then he's at your other ear. “Still hungry,” he growls so deep you can feel the wetness oozing out of you. “Want more— g-gonna cum for us again, you can do that for me, yeah? Be a good girl and cream alllllll over me? Hm? Pleaseeee, baby."

"Hmm? M-more?"

"Mhmmm," Satoru conters, fingers brushing your soaked folds as he stares daggers into the brunette, placing a quick kiss to your temple. “Gonna give me one now?” he teases. "Fair's fair, cutie. Can't let him be the one takin' the win.”

The snowy head dissapears between your legs now, attacking your pussy again, mouth latching onto your pussy like he’s got something to prove, because he does.

His tongue flicks and curls, lips sealing around your clit in a maddening rhythm. He moans into you, and the vibrations make your back arch, sparks racing up your spine.

Caleb tilts your face to his, claiming your mouth with a possessive, greedy kiss. His fingers trail upward to pinch your nipple, rolling it just right while his tongue tangles with yours.

You're gasping into him, breathless and overstimulated, caught in the push-pull between their mouths, thighs locking around Satoru's head, white locks peaking from the gap as your hands grasp for the brunettes biceps.

“Feel that?” Caleb pants against your lips, teeth nipping just enough to make you twitch. “He's working reaaal hard for that second one, huh? But I’m still your favourite, right?”

"You wish." Satoru's pace quickens now, two fingers slipping inside you now, curling right against your g-spot as his tongue keeps torturing your clit.

“God,” you sob through breathless kisses, “you're both—fuck!—both insane—”

They moan in sync.

"W-wanna have you i-inside."

Both sets of eyes snap to yours. Wide and starved, ridiculously pretty for two men who already pulled an orgasm out of you— more incoming.

“Who?”

They ask together, like some twisted choir of temptation.

"D-don't care, just wanna—”

Satoru is the first to move.

You barely register the shift of weight before he's positioning himself beside you, hard-on of his pressing through your side, threatening to break free from his grey joggers, warm hands sliding under your thighs, smacking your pussy hard before he muffles a moan between biten lips.

“Greedyyy,” he murmurs, voice dipped in silk and sin. “I love it.”

Caleb shoots Satoru a look that could kill, jaw clenched, fists tight, barely holding himself back. He's twitching with restraint, knuckles white, his teeth gritted. But he doesn't speak, not yet. Instead, his hands go to the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with a rough, frustrated grunt. His cock springs free, hard, flushed and leaking from the torture of holding back for hours.

He leans over you, guiding himself to your soaked entrance, knuckles brushing your hip like a silent apology he doesn’t have the words to speak. “I-inside. Inside.” he pants, voice frayed at the edges, trembling with desperation. “Gonna— gonna let me fill you up?"

You nod, hips twitching upwards and his tip catches the hood of your clit— that’s all it takes.

He pounds his entire girth into you in one swith thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that sounds damn near feral. His head drops to your shoulder, breath hot and uneven as he starts to move, hips grinding into you, deep and raw, like he can't stand another second without being inside you.

Meanwhile, Satoru slides down again, mouth back at your clit, tongue relentless, his hand now freeing his hard cock, wrapping around the base as he spits down onto it, spit and your juices mixed, serving as lube.

He's jerking his length, hand locking around his blushed tip, hips stuttering as he watches your stuffed cunny streeeetching around Caleb's cock with needy, desperate gushes of your juices.

"Oh f-fuck." He's stroking his cock in firm, hungry fists, pace matching every brutal thrust Caleb drives into you. His breath hits your thighs in hot bursts, and his tongue doesn’t quit, flicking, curling, lapping at your clit like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

“Shit, shitshitshit—fuck,” he whimpers, almost delirious, dragging his tongue up your swollen bundle of nerves, circling it with the flat of it, slow and mean. His voice cracks into a moan as he stares down, wide-eyed, at the taut swell forming just beneath your bellybutton, his jaw going slack, eyes rolling to his skull. “Look at that. Fuck, look at her. Stuffed full and still takin' it— like a champ, baby. Yer' made for this.”

Caleb can't even form a word.

He's gone, eyes glazed, lips parted as he watches your cunt suck him in over and over again, the obnoxious sound of your crying pussy causing goosebumps to arise on his skin. His control is snapping thread by thread, hips pounding into you with frantic need, every movement fueled by the way your walls grip him like they own him, like they don't want to ever let him go.

His brain's fried, lost, so goddamn lost in your vice-like grip, your delicious, honeyed moans and that gorgeous face of yours contorting into the cutest grimace. All he can do is fuck you harder, bullying his cock deeper into you, eyes glued to the bump at your tummy, hand pushing down onto it.

You're gasping, twitching, mind unraveling with every thrust, every hot, wet flick against your clit when both their faces lift at once, hovering over yours.

Then it happens.

They both go for your mouth, lips colliding—messy and hot, and you're caught between them. Caleb growls against your cheek as Satoru laughs into your mouth, and suddenly both of them are fighting for your kiss like lions would for their prey.

“Mine,” Caleb snarls, pulling your face toward his with delicate force, crashing his lips to yours, shoving your body higher against the headboard with every ragged snap of his hips. You're crying out into his mouth, helpless against the feral need behind every movement.

“Nahhh,” Satoru pants, laughing breathlessly as he licks along the edge of your lips, stealing kisses where he can between Caleb's frantic ones. His hand works faster on his cock, slick and twitching in his grip, precum smearing across his knuckles. “She knows where home is,” he growls, voice pitched low as his thumb swipes his tip, eyes locked on your teary, bliss-wrecked face.

Your vision is a blur of white hair, brown curls, sweat, and tears. You're full, stretched around Caleb's cock still pumping into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do, while Satoru's tongue slips between your parted lips, your neck, nipples— messy and open-mouthed everywhere as he drinks down your moans.

“Say it,” Caleb gasps, pulling away just enough to pant against your lips, his voice shattering with need. “She's mine, right, pips? Fuckkk, tell me your pussy 's mine—fuck, baby—t-tell me."

"Awww, think she's gone dumb", Satoru coos, jerking himself faster, watching your stomach bulge slightly with each desperate thrust Caleb drives in. “Look at her cryin' on ya.”

Caleb shoots him a warning glare, fighting the urge to punch him in the face before he leans in, knuckles brushing your side as his eyes meet yours. “Shh shhh, baby. It's alright, you're doin' sooo well baby. So perfect f' me, yeah?”

And you are.

Tears streaming, mouth open in a silent cry, trembling beneath them. And when your orgasm hits again, it wrecks you. No warning, no build—just a sudden snap that makes you seize around Caleb's cock, milking him so hard he shouts, hips stuttering.

Satoru watches the exact second you cum, and that's all it takes.

Caleb's thrusts get rougher and sloppier, like he's afraid you’ll vanish if he doesn't fuck you deep enough, hard enough. His hands dig into your waist, grounding you in place as he slams into you, panting brokenly against your jaw.

“Fuck, baby— so p-perfect—'m not gonna last—” he chokes out, voice cracking with the strain. “Wanna cum with you—i-inside you—please, pleasepleaseplease.”

Caleb's whole body tenses, and then he's spilling inside you with a deep, broken groan, hips grinding against you to stay buried as deep as possible, pushing his hot white seed further into your womb while your poor cunt flutters around him.

“Fuuuuck, that's hot— yer so— fuh-fuck! so damn sexy, baby.” Satoru desperatly tugs at his length, lips tugged between his lips has his eyes jump from your messy cunt to your blissful face.

You blink up just in time to see him stroking his cock, slicked in precum, veins bulging down his shaft. His face is flushed, lips swollen from kissing and licking you raw, saliva trailing down his lips before it drips down onto your flushed skin. His snowy bangs stick to his forehead, eyes glued to where Caleb's still inside you, cum dripping out of your stuffed, stuttering hole.

He's such a mess, drool leaking from his mouth like he's a helpless, lust-drunk addict, completely dumb on you, eyes vacant, every twitch of his body a desperate plea for release.

“'M gonna—shiiiit, I’m gonna— gonna paint your stuffed tummy like a canvas.” He groans as his dick twitches at the thought, and then—

Thick ropes of cum spill across your stomach, hot and heavy, painting your skin in messy streaks. Satoru curses through gritted teeth, milking himself with sharp jerks, never looking away.

When he finally lets go of his cock, his chest is heaving, grin half-drunk. “Goddamn,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a filthy kiss to your cum-slicked stomach. “You’re a walking wet dream.”

There's a beat of silence, your breathing shaky, brain half-melted into the sheets until Caleb, still nestled deep inside you, strokes your thigh soothingly, littering kisses to your jaw.

“Sooo,” he begins, voice low and smug against your ear, “who rocked your world harder?

You groan. “Oh my god. Really?”

He grins, biting lightly at your shoulder. “Dead serious.”

Satoru shifts to your other side with a dramatic sigh, propping himself up on one elbow. His fingers trail up your stomach, lazily circling the mess he left there, before he leans down to whisper near your lips, eyes gleaming.

“I mean, we could settle a rematch,” he murmurs, tongue swiping the corner of your mouth. “But 'm pretty sure ya screamed my name when ya came just now.”

“Delusional,” Caleb mutters into your neck, but his hips twitch forward just slightly, like the challenge is already baiting him.

Gojo smirks, dipping to kiss your collarbone. “Hey, sweetie, still got one more round in ya'?” His hand slides between your thighs, teasing. “'Cause I'd really like to win this time. Fair and square.”

Caleb's mouth curls into a grin against your skin, grip tightening around your hips.

“You're on.”

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 2025.

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[having-conniptions]

Hot take: The Hidden Character peaked in episode 8. Everything after that was just... not it

[a99jazzybean]

Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 1: Unrequited Enemy

Ch.1/ Ch2./ Ch.3/ Ch.4/ Ch.5/ Ch.6/ Ch.7/ Ch.8/ Ch.9/ Ch.10/ Ch.11

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

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includes: jaycexfem!reader, drinking, obsessive tendencies, puppy-dog jayce

Jayce Talis…

You ground your teeth in frustration. Of course. He’s Heimendinger’s golden boy after all. And now you’re stuck being a TA with him in the aforementioned professor’s courses. You crumpled the paper listing your assignment in frustration. At least Viktor would be there too. A buffer between you and your unrequited sworn enemy. 

Jayce Talis did not know that you held great disdain for him. In fact he didn’t know you at all. Oh, but you knew him. You knew that he kept beating you at everything you worked for. All of your efforts squandered when he decided to take them upon himself. It was infuriating. Consistently in second or third place, depending on if Viktor was also involved.

The thing was, Viktor was different. He was cocky, sure. But he held a special awareness of it. He KNEW what he was doing, calculated it. It’s why you didn’t mind the man as much. At least he understood his place. Jayce Talis on the other hand… saying he was oblivious was too nice. If he weren’t so fucking intelligent you’d call him a daft idiot. 

It was infuriating, how easy it was for the man. And he didn’t even have the awareness to realize how easy it was. While you felt as if you were rock climbing with your bare hands, he simply walked up those mountains with ease. 

What felt worse was how nice he was. You could maybe excuse it if he behaved like an asshole, but no. He had to try and put saints to shame with his outpouring of kindness. Always dropping whatever he was doing to help someone out. Maybe you wouldn’t be so mad if he hadn’t extended that kindness to you, but alas he had. 

The first time was when you fell on your face in the university engineering lab. The tools in your hands clattering loudly as you attempted to stop yourself from breaking your nose. In the process you scuffed up your palms. Hissing as you pulled them up, palms red and stinging. Then the knight in shining armor that was Jayce Talis appeared in front of you. Guiding you up with strong hands on your arms. Taking initiative to grab a first aid kit to help patch up your minor wounds. You had insisted that he didn’t need to help, but he gave you sad eyes and said that he absolutely did. When your hands were disinfected and patched up, he kissed his fingers then lightly touched your palms. You felt your face grow hot at the tender interaction. He chuckled, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“My mom always says a kiss makes it better.” 

The second time was also in the lab. You were struggling with tightening a bolt, cursing your lack of strength training. Then the golden boy placed a warm palm on your shoulder, asking to help. Without you responding he took the wrench and finished tightening the bolt for you. His lab partner yelled across the room for him in a thick Czech accent. 

“I’m coming! Just had to help someone out.” 

Before departing he beamed at you with a gapped tooth smile. 

There were others but the most recent happened at a bakery you enjoyed frequenting. Of course, with your luck, Jayce Talis was there. Chatting up the cashier with his natural charisma. The woman batting her eyelashes as he spoke. When you walked up to the register, the smile on her face fell. A robotic customer service voice speaking to you. Jayce had greeted you, to which you responded with a nod. You tried not to look at him, lest he see your utter disdain. While you might not have liked the man, you at least had some decorum. Ordering a muffin you went to grab your wallet from your purse, then groaned. You could see it on your kitchen counter, you had forgotten to return it to your purse after paying bills online. There were some coins in your purse, but you didn’t know if you had enough. Before you could attempt to scrounge up change, the man beside you handed his card to the cashier. 

“It’s on me!” He gave you one of his classic smiles. 

“Thanks.” Again, decorum. 

You left the bakery as fast as you could. Jayce had attempted to stop you, but you came up with an excuse that you were running late. 

As you walked to campus chewing down the baked good you realized, it seemed to be the most delicious thing you had ever eaten. You wolfed the rest down, trying to remove the kind gesture from tugging at your heart. 

Despite what you thought, Jayce Talis did very much know you. He knew a lot about you, despite rarely speaking with you. The man was absolutely smitten. Ever since he had helped you in the lab he tried his best to get himself into your life. It seemed like every attempt was futile, as if you had a force field that kept only him out. 

Viktor had easily slipped into your life, the two of you having a respectful camaraderie with each other. Mel had also become a close friend of yours. It was just Jayce that appeared to be left out of your sphere. No matter how hard he had tried to push himself in, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. 

Attempting to speak with you at the few parties you had attended. Somehow you always found a way to escape the conversation. He never saw it as you avoiding him, just that the cards were never in his favor. Ever the hard worker, he would not give up that easily. 

When he couldn’t reach you directly he learned about you in various indirect ways. Typically through information fed to him from Viktor and Mel, and occasionally Heimerdinger. As he learned more, he fell more. So smart and talented. Always placing in the top three of your courses and in competitions. Standing next to you on podiums always had him beaming. He never noticed the irritation in your eyes as silver or bronze medals adorned your neck. 

One day he had to admit it, he was obsessed with you. Viktor knew it, Mel knew it, you somehow didn’t. You didn’t even realize you were on his radar. Just silently fuming as your annoyance continued to grow. The two of you, both obsessed. Though it was for vastly different reasons. 

Then Jayce finally got his opportunity. You had applied to be a TA for Heimerdinger. Jayce knew he and Viktor were shoo-ins, but he needed to make sure you got the third spot. So he might have subtly convinced the professor of your intelligence and drive, swaying the man to pick you for that coveted spot. When he received his assignment sheet he practically cheered in glee, his partner smirking in amusement at the man’s enthusiasm. He finally found a way to talk to you. 

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“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk about him like this. I know he’s your friend…” You stood next to Mel. Leaning against a table in a small bar near campus. An unofficial TA mixer was being held that night and the woman dragged you to it. 

“I’m well aware of your distaste for him… but you should give this a chance.” Mel had grown a bit tired of your one-sided beef. She was sure once you actually got to know the man your mind would change. You just never gave him the chance.

“Seriously?” You said incredulously. “A chance to just grow more annoyed.” You said before sipping the now warm beer in your hand. 

“Well, he’s going to be coming tonight. And I’m sure he’s going to want to speak to the other TA he’s working with.” She said pointedly.

“He speaks to Viktor plenty.” You avoided her questioning gaze.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone. “Seriously, you’re going to have to work with him a lot this school year. Heimerdinger has almost 600 students per semester.” 

It was going to be hard work, sure, but you believed you could manage with minimal communication between you and Jayce. Plus, Viktor would be there too. A third party to keep you from strangling the other man. 

Speak of the devil… you thought as you watched the man himself enter the bar with Viktor. The latter of the two spotting you and Mel in the corner, giving you a wave. Jayce looked at you then spoke to Viktor. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, not that it really mattered to you anyways. As Jayce walked over to the bar, Viktor walked over to you. 

“Evening ladies…” He said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“How’s it goin’, V?” You asked. 

“Eh…it’s been alright. Already looking forward to the semester being over.” He said.

“Aww, but I’ve been so excited to work with you.” You gave a pout, making him chuckle. 

“Glad to know you see me as good company.” He looked over at Jayce ordering at the bar. “What about your other team member?”

Your face dropped, finger tapping on the glass in your hand in irritation. 

“Don’t get her started.” Mel stopped you before you could speak. “I’ve heard plenty tonight, I would rather not get a recap.”

“A recap of what?” 

The three of you were startled when Jayce seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He had four bottles of beer in his hands and offered one to you.

“Viktor said you prefer sours.” The man said with a smile. 

You took the bottle from him, chugging down the rest of your other beer. Wiping your mouth as you sighed. 

“Thanks.” You said. 

Looking at the bottle you saw it was some mango sour from a local brewery you recalled enjoying. 

Mel took a bottle that was offered to her. Then Jayce raised his in the air. 

“A toast! To a fantastic school year!” He said enthusiastically. His gaze locked onto you. 

You lightly clinked your bottle with the others before taking a large swig. The flavor was nice. The right amount of fruitiness compared to bitter notes. 

Jayce had now moved to your side. His large frame towering over you. Despite the sweet smile he was giving you, it was intimidating. He had no idea how you felt about him, and that frightened you. Would it be better if he knew?

He stuck his hand out towards you. 

“I’m Jayce, by the way.” 

You took his hand and shook it. Ignoring the hot spark that flew through you at his touch.

“I’m aware.” You said cooly.

Jayce was taken aback at the bluntness.

“Oh, cool. You’re y/n right?” 

You nodded.

“Yup.” You wanted this conversation to end as soon as possible. 

Little did you know, the man beside you wished for it to last forever. His eyes roamed over you. He hadn’t been able to admire you this closely for a long while. You were beautiful, and he was not going to pass up this moment. 

“So, are you excited for the school year?” 

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Eh, kinda. It’ll be good for my resume to work with Heimerdinger.”

“Yeah! Are you planning on going for your doctorate?” Jayce had scooted closer to you. 

There was nowhere else for you to go, on the opposite side of you was the wall. You were suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. The tall man pinning you in this unwanted conversation. 

“Um…yeah.” You said, pleading to any deity to let you leave. Damn you, tact!

Viktor and Mel watched you two with amused looks. Your interaction reminding them of a dog trying to play with a hissing cat. You shrunk as close to the wall as you could be, while Jayce continued to lean forward, speaking enthusiastically. 

It was getting warm, too warm. Nervous sweat prickling at your forehead. This was too much, HE was too much. Did the man understand the concept of personal space? Your hands flew up pressing against his chest. You lightly shoved him away. 

“S-sorry, I need to get some fresh air.” You quickly removed your hands from him, speed walking outside. 

Despite it being August, the humid temperature still managed to cool you. You caught your breath. Staring at your hands, you recalled how he felt under you. His chest was very firm, it was…nice. Shaking your head you attempted to remove the thoughts from your mind. No! You weren’t supposed to find him attractive. You despised him, held great contempt for him. He bothered you. So why did you feel so hot and nervous around him?

Jayce blinked in surprise after you pushed away from him. Enjoying the brief moment of your touch. He watched as you made your getaway out of the bar, then turned to his friends with a look of confusion. 

“What was that?” He asked.

“You tell me.” Mel said, a coy smile playing on her lips. 

Viktor glanced at her with the same look of amusement on his face. 

“You two look like you know something I don’t.” Jayce’s brows furrowed.

“Perhaps…” Viktor trailed. 

“Seriously guys, what was that?” The tall man was exasperated. Once again you slipped through his fingers. 

“Should we tell him?” Viktor asked Mel.

“Tell me what?” The irritation in Jayce’s voice was growing. 

“Hmm…I don’t know.” Mel toyed.

“Christ guys, please just tell me what it is. Did I do something wrong?”

Viktor walked up to Jayce and pat his shoulder apologetically. 

“Jayce, do you really think your inability to speak with y/n was just mere coincidence?”

Jayce again gave him a confused look. Yes, that’s exactly what he thought. You had no reason to avoid him, or at least none that he knew of.

“I mean, she seems like a busy person. I didn’t think much of it…” His mind began to race, trying to remember all of your excuses when he tried to speak with you.

“You have barely been able to speak with her since freshman year of undergrad…” Viktor’s words punched him in the gut. 

You had purposely avoided him. How he didn’t see it before, he didn’t know. No, he did. The man just lived in a world with rose colored glasses.

The look of sadness that formed on Jayce’s face made Viktor feel bad for providing the revelation. But, he knew it was going to have to come out eventually. Especially since he knew you would attempt to avoid the man despite having to work together. 

“Why would she avoid me?” His voice cracked a bit. 

“Maybe you should ask her.” Mel chimed in, attempting to take the burden off of her and Viktor. 

Jayce looked to the door you had exited from. He geared himself up for the conversation that would surely crush his heart. But better to get it over with now than get attached while working together. He puffed out his chest in an attempt at faux confidence as he made his way outside. 

You looked to the door opening as you leaned against the wall, still catching ragged breaths. The sight of Jayce making you jump, the action not going unnoticed by the man. 

“Hey.” He said, his tone colder than before. 

“Um, hi.” You replied awkwardly.

“Why do you always avoid me?” Sad hazel eyes looked into yours.

Oh. This was unexpected, and frightening. How did he not know?

“I don’t avoid you…” You lied. Your eyes darting away from his.

“That’s bullshit.” 

“You don’t know me, Jayce. I haven’t avoided you. I don’t know what you’re reading into.” 

“Yes, yes you have! And I do know you…somewhat.” He looked down, biting his lip. 

That grabbed your attention. You never talked to him. How?

“You know me?”

“From what Viktor and Mel have told me, and what you’ve shared online.” God, he sounded like a stalker. 

It didn’t feel like that to you. Instead you felt a pang in your chest. The damn golden boy, trying to be kind. To know you, even when you wouldn’t let him. 

Oh god. It hit you suddenly, how terribly childish you had been. Four years…four years of running away because a man you avoided like the plague was your supposed “enemy.” You felt sick. This stupid petty vendetta, that wasn’t even shared by the man. How could it be?  You didn’t let him know you. 

“So, why have you avoided me? Did I do something to you?” 

Were you willing to be honest to him? You felt like a mouse caught in a trap. So very vulnerable. 

You couldn’t do it, opting to chew your foot out. 

“I haven't avoided you, Jayce.” You said coldly. “I’m gonna go home. Tell Mel and Viktor goodnight for me…”

You began walking away. Feeling your chest tighten. God, this was so fucking stupid. Your naive actions digging yourself into a hole you didn’t think you could crawl out of. 

A large hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You yelped in surprise. 

“Hey! Please don’t walk away.” He said with pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to say, Jayce?” 

“The truth. I don’t believe you.” His grip was still on you. With his strength, you knew you weren’t going to escape his grasp. “I did tell you the truth.” You bit your tongue.

“Again, I call bullshit.” He leaned down, nose almost touching yours. A harsh glare boring into you. “You’re a shit liar.” 

“I’m not a liar!” You hissed. 

Your tense spat was catching the attention of people passing by. Some whispering as they walked past. 

You tried to yank yourself away, but his hold was like steel. Keeping you in place, forcing you to keep this conversation going. His grip tightened on your arm. 

“Please, I just want to know.” 

“Why does it matter to you?” You pressed. 

It was confusing why he was so passionate about this. You couldn’t ever recall Jayce behaving this brash. 

“Because I like you.” Your eyes widened.

“You like me? Why? You barely know me.” 

“No, I answered your first question. Now, you answer mine.” 

You tried pulling away again. He shot you a look of warning and tugged you closer to him. The only way out was through, it would probably be best to be honest. Even if he would get hurt, you could clear the air. 

“Because…” You tried to continue, voice cracking. “Because you’re my enemy…” You cringed at your response. 

The man gave you a surprised look, then a breathy laugh. 

“I’m your enemy? Seriously?” He said incredulously.

“You wanted an answer, there you have it.” This time you were able to whip your arm out of his grasp. “Now, are we done here?” 

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn’t know how to feel about this newfound revelation. 

“How am I your enemy? You said it yourself, we barely know each other.” 

“No, I said you don’t know me. I know you, Jayce Talis.” You mustered up some anger to glare at him. He was still up in your face. A warm breath hitting your cheeks as he gave a laugh. 

“How do you know me?” 

“I-I just do.” 

“And you have come to the conclusion that I’m your enemy? From vibes?” His irritation began growing into amusement. 

This is why you were avoiding him? It was so silly, he needed to understand why. 

“I answered your question, Jayce. Can I please leave? I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.” 

You turned away, making your way back home. He wanted to reach out to you, but decided against it this time. He was going to get some answers out of your mutual friends, they clearly knew why you disliked him. 

“Get home safe.” He said. 

You felt the sincerity in his request, chest tightening. This was quite the start to the school year. One that would be spent in close proximity with the man you were walking away from. 

Once he was back in the bar, Jayce charged up to Viktor and Mel. The two’s eyes widening as he approached. He appeared extremely flustered. 

“So, how’d it go?” Viktor chuckled uncomfortably.

“Did you know?” Jayce pointed into Viktor’s face.

“Know what, exactly?” 

“That she sees me as her fucking ‘enemy’?”

Mel and Viktor snickered. God, you were so childish at times. At least it was out in the open now. 

“You did!” He glared at Viktor. “You knew and you never told me!” 

“She asked us not to.” Viktor said. “As much as I am your friend, I’m hers as well.” 

Jayce grumbled. While he didn’t appreciate being in the dark, he knew that Viktor was a good friend. 

“Fine. She wouldn’t tell me why though.” 

“It’s because you’re…” Viktor looked at Mel for assistance.

“Perfect. That’s the exact terminology she used in her description.” She said with a shrug. 

“That doesn’t sound like enemy material…”

“Oh, she certainly thinks it is.” 

“I don’t understan-” Mel cut him off with her hand.

“Look, she has an inferiority complex. You have managed to accomplish a lot, and she 

feels that her accomplishments pale in comparison. Thus, she imagined up some petty 

form of retribution through you being her enemy. I’m not getting my master’s in 

psychology, so I can’t really dissect it. I’m sure she could explain it to you when she’s 

ready.” 

While not satisfied with the answer, Jayce accepted it. Even though your true feelings had been revealed to him, he surprisingly didn’t feel different towards you. In fact, these new revelations had him even more intrigued. He wondered if something was wrong with him. Now  he knew he was going to dedicate his energy towards you even more. He was going to find a way to make you see him in a new light, he just had to figure out how. 

[myillicitaffair]

Somethin’ Stupid | Charles Leclerc

Summary: while being interviewed by his former lover, bottled up feelings find their way out.

Warnings: english not being my mother tongue, lots of angst, some swearing, arguments.

Notes: this is the first time i’m ever posting anything on here, i hope you enjoy it xx

1.5k words.

Letting myself fall into his abrasive webs was surprisingly easy. His green orbs, pervasive and curious, piercing my soul.

We had our ups and downs, unbridled passion slowly dying with each tear shed, magnetic attraction burning my lungs.

We found ourselves in a hiatus, which found a way of prolonging itself further than I would have liked to. Perhaps he managed to keep himself occupied with his busy schedule; trainings, special dietary requirements, public relations… as for me, I rather hold my silence.

My routine was overflowed with his voice, with how much I missed his touch on my lower back, guiding me through the crowds, our hands intertwined in a tacit promise.

However, life demanded to continue with apparent normality. Dinner parties surrounded by friends, rounds of drinks avoiding alcohol… The last thing I needed was to degrade myself into a melancholic drunkenness.

Was he also having a hard time with the abysmal coldness on the other side of the bed or the loneliness of not having anyone to dilute your sorrow over morning coffee with?

My days had fallen into a sort of routine; waking up while missing him, showering while missing him, having breakfast while missing him… I think you get how thing are.

This particular morning, Silverstone was extraordinarily cloudy, the mist engulfing my view from the hotel room. How fitting!

Running away from my surreptitious misfortunes, I head downstairs, soaking up the competitive environment prior to every race. Emboldened as an agitated swarm, my colleges and me descended on the designated circuit.

Tedious security controls accompanied the anticipated fun, a hammer already pounding into my head at the thought of seeing him face to face once more.

Walking towards the space where the press was condensed, I check the days schedule for the last time. I am lucky enough to maintain friendly interactions with most drivers, so as to achieve fluid interviews, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.

The only reason I can find as to why that fateful name is written on my list of drivers to interview was that God and I clearly have some unresolved business… funny timing to make me pay the price though!

A lump gets stuck in my throat just by thinking about it, preventing regular air flow.

The countdown only stuns me, even though my duty doesn’t start until the last lap. The smell of burnt rubber, product of speeding wheels, fills my lungs while intoxicating my nostrils.

The continuous lights turn red with overwhelming precision as seconds go by, lightning up the faces hidden with baklavas and iconic helmets.

Unconsciously (or maybe not so much), my eyes crawl back to the speeding number “16” that, red and furious, slides around the circuit while attempting to memorize every bump and curve along the way.

Chasing the sequence with collective looks of astonishment, a collision comes rushing down, disabling Piastri and Norris by the arrogance that only clear disagreements gives you.

Without further issues, the race concludes with a podium conformed by both Red Bull Racing drivers, trailed by seven time world champion Lewis Hamilton.

As possessed by group madness, the journalists rush into the victors. Microphone in hand, cameras shadowing us, content hunger gushing from our pores.

Driven by a exacerbated sadness, I shift my focus from the winners to him, returning my gaze with clouded tear ducts, bottled up frustration visible in his features.

With a touch on my shoulder, I’m brought back to reality by a co-worker, who, with a subtle shift of her head signals my awaiting obligations.

I head towards my press conference, where I take a seat with my name on it, psyching myself up for what I’m sure will be the most awkward interview of my whole career.

Dressed in Ferrari clothing and constantly stalked by flashes, both pilots near the platform where I await. They settle into their designated spots, holding still until the cameraman says otherwise.

I steal one last glance at my premeditated questions and hide my true feelings behind a focused frown.

“Welcome dear viewers! We find ourselves in the eleventh race of the year, accompanied once more by our friends from Ferrari, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz.”

I desperately try stabilizing the noticeable shake in my voice.

“Friend”- the Monegasque interrupts my monologue with a mocking remark.

The puzzled look his teammate throws in his direction doesn’t go unnoticed by the former, who insists on jointing his glistening irises with mine.

I decide to ignore the brief impasse in the speech, running away from his calculated sarcasm as I force the corners of my mouth into an attempted smile.

“so, Carlos… do you think driving behind two cars that crushed ruined your performance?”- I question, tripping over my words under Charles´s scrutiny.

“It´s safe to say it wasn’t an unexpected accident”- the Spaniard pronounces, doing his best at minimalizing the awkwardness- “for at least a couple of laps, Oscar and Lando were teasing each other, clearly trying to gain advantage over the other. They were lucky enough neither of them got hurt.”

I nod absent minded, vibrating due to the pounding against my ribcage.

“Charles, what can you tell us about your engineers’ strategy for this race?”- I swallow loudly, praying he can´t notice the mesmerizing effect he has on me.

“I guess you could say I’m not entirely satisfied with my team´s execution this season”- he confesses, minimizing the tingles of frustration running down his spine- “It would also be quite unfair dumping the blame on my team when my failure has more to do with me letting my emotions get the best of me.”

The tension is intercepted by a longing sigh I didn’t know I was withholding. The world seems to stop in its euphoria simply to hang in his every sentence.

“A broken heart is no joke… even less when you have to patiently wait for the piece they decide to donate you”- he reproaches without saying my name but making it perfectly clear that I was indeed the recipient of his raw address.

My anxious movements become motionless, forgetting the when and where, just to focus on the displeasure bubbling in my stomach.

“Guys, I really don´t think it’s appropriate to discuss this now”- intercepts the Madrilenian, proposing a ceasefire.

Mi hand goes up in the air before I can help it, shutting him up mercilessly.

“I wonder where I must´ve learned it…”- I reply, drowning in the unexpected harshness of my tone- “don´t forget who was the one to suggest this ´no strings attached´ bullshit between us.”

The drivers face shines with a scandalous blush in response to my bravado. Right here and there, I comprehend the dept of his anger, making its way through his collarbones, until it climbs up his cheeks.

“Just because I thought that’s what you wanted”- he spits out his resentful response.

From the corner of my vision, I perceive Carlos´s discomfort by reading his body language; the friction of wiping away the sweat stagnant on his hands, his shoulders pouring forward in a clumsy attempt of hiding from the cameras, his chair weakly shaking under the constant bouncing of his extremities.

Madness atrophies my reasoning, blinding me enough as to not have merci on his apprehension. I took this way too far, it would be useless to swallow my feelings.

“how in the world could you think our agreement benefitted me? Really, Charles, you couldn’t be any more stupid!”- I scream back, jumping up from my seat.

The swing of my feet gets ahead of my thoughts, allowing me to run away from the premature conflict before it blows up in the air.

Mi face heats up from the warmth of my own tears, that start rolling down my cheeks. With each involuntary spasm of my jaw, sobs escape my gasps for air. I don’t dare to slow down.

“Can you please just listen to me?”- a voice behind me shouts, trying to stand by my side.

I turn around to face his scrunched up brows.

“you have nothing else left to make up. You may convince somebody with the whole ´heartbreak boy´ façade you’ve got going on, but you have genuinely driven me mad”

“You and I both now that isn’t true! Have you ever wondered why I always seem to take a step back after every show of affection?”- he manages to freeze me to the core- “How come you never noticed my excessive efforts to stay away from you? I can’t even behave like a functional human being if I’m not feeling you, touching you, having you with me.”

In the middle of the paddock, with every pair of eyes set on us, events unfold the way I’ve been dreaming of, however I can´t even react.

“I know I´m not in a position to ask you anything, but please, strip me from the torment that uncertainty means… even if that means to completely destroy me”- he whispers with renewed fragility.

My smirk slowly becomes uncontrollable laughter, reducing me to unbridled chuckles. I shelter the vestiges of my giggling in between his arm, until It ceases in its intensity.

Without noticing, I search for his lips with my own, craving the heat they irradiate.

“I think you know perfectly well how my soul aches for you”- I manage to sneak in between kisses, stumbling across his smile, displayed in all its glory.

[the-amazing-animated-circus]

DTIYS Results!

Greetings, circus goers! After so many amazing submissions, it is now time to find out whom I most favoured!

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First off, Losers!

"What's that?" you say! "Is this not a friendly art competition?"

Well, kids, there are winners and losers in every game. You either die a winner or live long enough to see yourself become a loser. I hope you take that to heart and it affects you deeply for the rest of your adult life.

Anyway! Give a huge round of boos for our loser:

@sm-baby!

Booooooooo, boooooo you suck boooooooo- ahem. Let's not waste too much of our time on this... charlatan, children.

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RUNNERS UP!

There were so many amazing pieces with their own unique strengths that I wanted to shine some light on!

So, my favourite artists aside from first place were...

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@grimmtells, who not only made this wonderful putdown of our favourite jester, but also made a toon of their own!

You don't know how grateful I am that people love this au enough to make their own characters! Thank you for your little ego-tripping maniac into this jolly jack-in-the-box!

@mangotangerinepastry, for their lovely rendering and animation!

Trust me when I say it was a very difficult decision between you and our first place winner!

@dreamybasil, who made this adorable comic!

Poor Pomni, suffering from success.

And finally,

@notyesterdays-era with some Pomni-ception!

He's a little confused, but he's got spirit.

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Alright, ladies and Gents! the moment you've been waiting for, our first place winner:

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@cruising-cats with this amazing animation!

A fully coloured background, the spotlight fading in and out, the floating bubbles and of course, Pomni and our Plucky performer braving the tightrope, this was most certainly my favourite interpretation!

Be sure to message me with an image reference of what you'd like me to sketch!

Thank you all so much for participating! I honestly never expected this au to get as big as it has, so I hope this reboot will be worth the wait! (and hopefully draw in new fans!)

Ta Ta for now!

[qin-qin16]

Error x female reader fluff?

I don’t really have anything specific in mind, so something gaming related? It matches Error :)

Thanks! :D

Sore loser

Pairing. Error x F!Reader Content. SFW! Fluff (in some degrees), reader and error are friendly mean to each other, canonish error, platonic A/N. First request for my 400 followers yay and i'm trying a new design too lol

"Th-this is bu-bullsh-shit!" You can't help but hiss as Error raises his voice, especially when his glitches scratch at your ears like nails on a chalkboard. "Yo-you cheat-tead!!" If it were any other scenario, the controller in his hands would have definitely flown straight at you, leaving a red mark on your forehead.

"You can't blame others for your failure!" you shout back, a mocking smile curling on your lips. "I'm not responsible for you being terrible at this." Your body slides off the couch, crawling like a slug until you reach the floor — your neck slumping against one of the cushions, turning back and forth as if trying to stretch out the tense muscles (in a failed attempt).

"Shu-shut up!" You didn’t even need to tilt your head to know that Error was glitching, his body likely warping from so many bugs, with pixels peeling off and sticking back to him.

Your eyes roll dramatically across your face before finally locking onto his, a smug gleam flashing in them the moment his colored eyelights meet yours. You knew exactly how to tread the fine line that was Error's impulses.

"For someone who spends all day glued to the TV, I figured you'd at least be mediocre at this." You knew you were pushing Error’s limits, toying with the fragile bond of your friendship like someone shaking a bag in a hallway full of crystal glasses and porcelain figurines.

However, nothing happened. His bright, red-like eye sockets continued to glare at you — likely in a deadly way, wishing he could crush your little heart like one step on an insect. Just before a bigger smirk could spread across your face, his eyelights flared up, still blurry and oddly scattered across his eyes.

"O-one mo-more! Th-the wi-winner ta-takes a-a-a-aaaaall-l!" The grin on his face was anything but friendly, a bitter mix of madness and determination to snatch your consecutive victory away.

"Bring it on!" Your attention snapped back to the TV, the controller in your hands, fingers ready to control whatever character appeared on screen.

That pile of chocolates would be yours, no matter what it took!

[idollete]

ESTEBAN PAI DE MENINA VOCÊ ME PAGA CAMILAAQAAAAAAQQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

⭐️ a noite toda. fem!reader x esteban kukuriczka

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18! ; kuku!dilf pai de menina; leitora!milf; oral male e fem recieving; face fucking; sexo desprotegido; p in v; shower sex; dirty talk/praise; nipple play; face sitting; hair pulling; multiple orgasms; kuku!sex deprived [gemidos].

» wn: fiz esse one shot baseado em um ask que eu mandei pra diva @idollete uma vez, também me inspirei na diva @geniousbh na forma de escrever/formatação! mais um kuku dilf nesse perfil né meninas mas o que fazer quando sou apenas uma garota? 🎀 essa foto dele sem camisa me deixa absolutely feral OREM POR MIM estoy loca e precise dele agora 🪦🪦💀🕊🕊🕊

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kuku!dilf que você viu pela primeira vez na praia, no dia que tinha decidido levar sua filha de manhã para que ela pudesse brincar na areia e no mar enquanto o sol não estivesse tão forte. sua menina tomava uma água de coco sentadinha na canga na sua frente, ela percebeu a língua familiar que a menininha na barraca perto falava com o pai. “mamãe, eles estão falando espanhol”, a observação dela te fez olhar para ele pela primeira vez, apesar de ser muito bonito, não era isso que estava focada agora. “por que você não chama ela pra brincar então, chiquita?”.

kuku!dilf que observava sua filha chamar a dele para montar castelinhos de areia juntos, já que elas falavam a língua em comum. o pai da sua filha era colombiano, e, apesar de não manterem uma relação tão boa, você fez questão de ensinar a língua para a garotinha.

kuku!dilf que se aproximou de você com um sorriso educado no rosto, estendeu a mão para se apresentar, e te contou como ficou feliz da sua filhinha ter convidado a dele para brincar, já que ele era tímida que nem ele quando criança. depois, te falou que eram argentinos e tinham chegado há alguns dias no Brasil, e que ele já estava encantado pelo país.

kuku!dilf que se divorciou quando a filha ainda era bebê e tinha a guarda integral dela, e que ela é o mundo inteiro dele, e dava pra ver: a bolsa organizadinha e preparada para qualquer situação, a roupinha rosa e o cabelinho arrumado. ele também te contou que já tinha gastado muito dinheiro na praia porque não conseguia negar qualquer coisa que ela pedisse e também que pensou em vestir um short rosa para combinar com a filha, mas desistiu porque talvez seria demais. riu quando você explicou que “pra gringo é mais caro” e corou quando você disse que o short rosa seria fofo.

kuku!dilf que se encarregou de levar as meninas para o mar, e que fez você sentir coisas fortíssimas ao ver ele, não só fazendo elas rirem tanto, como também ao carregar as duas em só um braço com muita facilidade.

kuku!dilf que riu quando você disse que ele tinha que passar um bom exemplo para as meninas e passar filtro solar, porque já estava vermelho. ele que, surpreendentemente, ficou mais vermelho ainda quando você passou filtro no rosto dele, e fechou os olhos estrategicamente para não ficar te encarando. também, teve que cruzar as mãos no colo depois de você ter passado o protetor nas costas dele, ainda mais depois que você elogiou as costas cheias de sardinhas.

kuku!dilf que te chamou para almoçar com as meninas quando o sol começou a ficar muito forte. e no caminho do restaurante, carregou as bolsas dele e suas, enquanto andava de mãos dadas com a menininha loira. também precisou da sua ajuda para pedir no restaurante, te fez rir o almoço inteiro e, no final, não deixou você pagar sua parte da conta. e quando você agradeceu novamente antes de irem para caminhos distintos e propôs uma festa do pijama para as meninas no seu apartamento, ele aceitou com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

kuku!dilf que chegou no seu apartamento com a mochilinha da filha arrumada e um vinho tinto, te cumprimentou com um beijinho no rosto e sua filha com um abraço educado. também sugeriu que o filme da noite fosse “rio”.

kuku!dilf que carregou as meninas até o quarto depois que elas caíram num sono pesado no sofá com menos de 20 minutos de filme. e sorriu ao ver você na cozinha e as duas taças de vinho já servidas, brindou e repetiu “tim tim” logo após de você, apesar de não saber muito bem o que significa.

kuku!dilf que quando estavam sentados no sofá bebendo, fazia carinho na sua coxa, com o rosto deitadinho no sofá enquanto te admira. e, por mais que queria muito te beijar ali mesmo, quem tomou a iniciativa foi você: chegou mais pertinho dele e falou que a boca tava sujinha de vinho, passando o polegar nos lábios roxinhos entreabertos e manteve a mão ali no rosto, só aproximando sua boca da dele, finalmente selando um beijo depois de querer fazer isso o dia inteiro.

kuku!dilf que não perde tempo em te colocar no colo dele, segurando seu rosto enquanto te beija e bagunçando seu cabelo de levinho, as mãos grandes descendo lentamente para sua cintura e te apertando ali quando você move o quadril pra frente, gemendo baixinho dentro da sua boca.

kuku!dilf que diz “não faço isso há muito tempo”, e sorri quando você responde que ele tem a noite inteira pra matar a vontade, enquanto fica de joelhos na frente dele. quando sente sua mão o masturbar por cima da calça, joga a cabeça para trás e xinga baixinho, levanta os quadris para te ajudar a retirar a calça e a cueca e não consegue tirar os olhos de você desde o momento que você lambeu toda a extensão dele antes de enfiar ele todo na boca.

kuku!dilf que, a princípio, segura teu cabelo em forma de um rabo de cavalo para que seus fios não te atrapalhem, mas com o jeito que você chupa ele tão bem e ainda usa as mãos para envolver a parte do membro que não cabe na sua boca, segura seus cabelos com mais força e começa a fuder sua boca. e ele não se entrega aos próprios olhos quase se fechando de tanto prazer, fixado na sua boca e seus olhinhos lacrimejados, te observando com o olhar caído enquanto morde a gola da camisa, a fim de abafar os gemidos e xingamentos que saem da boca dele.

kuku!dilf que fala que vai gozar e puxa seu cabelo te afastando, se masturbando enquanto esfrega a cabecinha na sua língua de fora, para que possa ver ela ficar toda sujinha de porra.

kuku!dilf que afaga sua bochecha enquanto se recupera do orgasmo, e te acompanha com o olhar quando você se levanta, chega pertinho da boca dele só para sussurrar “vem me pegar no quarto”, e balança a cabeça com um sorrisinho sacana nos lábios enquanto te vê andar até o quarto, safada. cultiva uma marra enquanto levanta as calças e anda a alguns passos atrás de você até o cômodo, entra no quarto e se depara com você sentada na cama, morde o lábio ao fechar a porta, não deixa de te encarar.

kuku!dilf que se deitou em cima de você lentamente enquanto te beijava, as mãos grandes passeavam pelo seu corpo: seguravam seu rosto, enforcavam levemente seu pescoço, apertavam seus peitos e sua bunda por cima da roupa. as mãos logo se encarregaram de te despir, te deixando só de calcinha. beliscava seus mamilos enquanto apertava seus seios, soltando um arzinho pelo nariz enquanto te encoxava. passando as mãos pelos seus braços, pegou suas mãos e juntou elas sobre a sua cabeça, te imobilizando enquanto chupava seus peitos e descia com a mão livre até sua calcinha, fazendo círculos sobre o tecido molhado.

kuku!dilf que só parou de chupar seus peitos porque você levantou os quadris para que pudesse se esfregar conta a ereção dele, desesperada para que ele te fudesse logo. sorriu sacana antes finalmente de se ajoelhar entre suas pernas e retirar as roupas que vestia, deitando novamente em cima de você para te beijar, conseguia sentir ereção quente e a glande melada de pré-gozo sujar a parte interna da sua coxa. você gemeu quando sentiu ele esfregar a cabecinha na sua buceta molhada, e pediu “por favor, esteban… me fode logo” com os lábios encostados no dele.

kuku!dilf que enfiou a cabecinha enquanto analisava sua expressão, mas, covardemente, se retirou de dentro de você. rápido, te virou de bruços com muita facilidade e puxou seu quadril para cima, te deixando de quatro. “calma, bebita… a gente tem a noite toda…” disse, e logo se enfiou todo dentro de ti.

kuku!dilf que colou suas costas no peitoral dele enquanto te fodia, envolvendo a mão no seu pescoço para que seu ouvido ficasse perto da boca dele, permitindo com que ele gemesse no seu ouvido e falasse “desde que eu te vi de biquíni mais cedo, tava sonhando em te comer desse jeito… só não imaginava que sua bucetinha seria tão gostosa assim…” enquanto move a mão que estava apertando sua bunda para o seu clitóris, fazendo círculos para te fazer gozar juntinho com ele.

kuku!dilf que, depois de vocês gozarem juntinhos na cama, te chama para tomar um banho já que estão todos suados e sua bunda ficou toda suja de porra. no banho, ele te pergunta se você gostou, como se não tivesse sido claro pelo jeito que ele teve que tampar sua boca diversas vezes porque você gemia alto demais, e também o jeito que pulsava ao redor dele e revirava os olhos enquanto gozava. você acha até bonitinho a preocupação dele, dá um selinho nele e diz “gostei, muito”.

kuku!dilf que pediu para que você se virasse para que ele pudesse lavar suas costas, esfregando a esponja de banho e o sabonete cheiroso nos seus braços, ombros e lombar. depois apertava seu ombro tensionado com o polegar, fazendo massagem. descendo o carinho para sua lombar, passando as mãos na sua cintura, percebendo que você gemia baixinho ao sentir as mãos grandes no seu corpo. abaixou o corpo para que pudesse apertar suas coxas, subindo cada vez mais perto da sua buceta, ainda sensível mas que ficou molhada com o toque, e ele fez questão de pontuar isso. “já tá molhadinha de novo, bebita? que linda…” enquanto te dedava lentinho.

kuku!dilf que empurrou seu corpo molhado contra a parede gelada para que pudesse resolver o problema entre suas pernas, e agora, entre as dele também. se empurrou lentamente para dentro de você, sugando o ar pelos dentes cerrados e sorrindo junto com você ao te preencher, mais uma vez. dessa vez, te fodia devagarinho enquanto apertava seus peitos com apenas uma mão, e a outra envolvia sua cintura, segurando seu corpo molinho de tão bem que tinha sido fudida há uns minutos atrás, do mesmo jeito que estava sendo fudida agora, o barulho das peles se chocando preenchia o banheiro. ele segurava seu cabelo com condicionador enquanto gemia no seu ouvido.

kuku!dilf que, dessa vez, gozou na parte interna da sua coxa, e se ajoelhou depois para limpar a sua pele com sabão, enquanto fazia massagem nas suas coxas. terminou o banho antes, se secou e esperou sentado na cama por você. e que quando te viu sair de toalha e com os cabelos molhados, exalou um ar que não sabia que estava guardado dentro de seus pulmões, não cansava de te ver, ainda mais com a nova vista: você pós banho em pé entre as pernas dele enquanto fazia carinho no cabelo levemente grisalho e molhado, e ele esfregando o rosto nos seus peitos cobertos pela toalha.

kuku!dilf que pediu para você sentar na cara dele enquanto desfazia o nózinho da sua toalha, e fez uma cara de cachorrinho abandonado depois que você disse que estava muito sensível dos últimos dois orgasmos. “por favor, nena… não vou conseguir dormir direito se não chupar sua bucetinha… deixa, vai… prometo que vou chupar gostosinho, devagarinho…” enquanto beijava sua barriga e apertava suas coxas.

kuku!dilf que não tirou os olhos de você em nenhum momento enquanto te chupava, lambuzando sua buceta toda de saliva, não se importando de molhar a barba e o bigodinho. te dava um beijo molhado ali, alternando entre lambidas extensas e chupadas nos seus lábios e clitóris. agarrava sua bunda e te incentivava a roçar contra a boca dele, empurrando seus quadris para frente e para trás, o que te deixou louca: além do jeito que ele te devorava, sentia a barba áspera contra sua pele sensível e o nariz grande bater no seu clítoris toda vez que mexia para frente.

kuku!dilf que depois de te fazer gozar mais uma vez, dormiu agarradinho com você debaixo das cobertas, depois de trancar a porta e estender as toalhas molhadas no banheiro. e de manhã, não estava ao seu lado na cama quando você acordou, só o viu novamente quando colocou uma roupa e foi ao caminho da cozinha, se deparando com as duas menininhas sentadas comendo café da manhã e ele cortando frutas. “bom dia, hermosa. dormiu bem?”, ele perguntou e te deu um beijinho na bochecha, com um sorriso no rosto de quem já sabia a resposta.

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Denizens of the Neath, the polls are in! And honeyed roses, are they fascinating! Of the two polls for favorite Neath faction, our winners are such!

Rubbery Men technically won the first and second poll with 22%

and the Bohemians barely eeked out a win over the urchins with 19%!

A point of clarification: though they may have undisputed victory against the other factions, the rubbery men did technically tie with "the other list/ WHAT men?/ not a delicious friend" option of their poll

But of course, the winners aren't what you came here for, you know in your heart of hearts which faction is most full of intrigue, and you know equally well that the other crooks and hoodlums of the Neath are, of course, allowed their incorrect opinions by the grace of the Bazaar.

So let us speak instead of that which brings us together in horrified fascination and pitying glee faster than a fresh batch of rubbery lumps: the losers bracket!!

In a piteous 3rd from last, with 0.8%: University- Summerset!

Not sure what exactly they're doing so much worse than Benthic (5.8), but I'm sure the dean will be having words with the staff about this.

In an unfortunate penultimate with 0.7%: Society!

To anyone paying attention, not too surprising an outcome, those Society tend to come off as a tad stuffed shirt. And besides! if exclusivity is your entire deal, an exclusive favorance makes sense.

And finally! Last and certainly least with a deserved 0%: Constables!

Maybe it's the start in prison, maybe it's the rampant lawbreaking amongst the denizens of the Neath, whatever the cause, you heard it here delicious friends: Fallen London says ACAB!

This was great fun, let's do it again sometime. Ta!

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Oh shit!

Summary: It was supposed to be just one night and you would never see him again, but of course the universe had other plans.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Hey @callm3c0nfus3d ! Ta-da! Your request is served with an extra sprinkle of fun! Hope it meets the bar you set! 🎉

Request from @callm3cOnfus3d here.

As you arrived at your parents' house, you couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance that hung over you like a dark cloud. You knew you were late for dinner, but you couldn't bring yourself to care at all. After all, you hadn't wanted to come in the first place.

Your parents had been insistent on hosting a dinner to celebrate your return from London, where you had been studying on a scholarship. They were thrilled that their only daughter had come back home, but you couldn't help but snort at their enthusiasm. If money hadn't been an issue, you would have happily stayed in London, far away from their overbearing presence.

Don't get me wrong, you loved your parents, but they were just too clingy and overprotective for your liking. You had been ecstatic when you received the scholarship to study in London, but now you were stuck finishing your studies in California, burdened with rent payments in London.

Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile onto your face before entering the house. You greeted your parents with a half-hearted apology, blaming your lateness on a "horrible" taxi driver. Your mother welcomed you with open arms, insisting that your lateness was nothing to worry about, that you were elegantly late in her opinion.

You smiled at your mother's remark, returning her kiss on the cheek before shrugging off your coat. Before you could even take another breath, your mother was dragging you off to greet the rest of the family, aunts, uncles, and cousins alike.

You forced yourself to engage in polite conversation, exchanging pleasantries and feigning interest in the lives of your relatives. But all the while, your mind was elsewhere, longing for the freedom and independence you had enjoyed in London.

As you navigated the sea of familiar faces, you couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the festivities. You were here physically, but mentally, you were a million miles away, lost in thoughts of the life you had left behind in London.

But despite your inner turmoil, you plastered on a smile and played the part of the dutiful daughter, making small talk and pretending to be engaged in the celebration. After all, you didn't want to disappoint your parents, even if their idea of celebration was the last thing you wanted.

Suddenly, your father pulled you away from the mundane conversation with your cousins, a sense of relief washing over you as he introduced you to a man you hadn't seen before. You looked at the stranger with a mix of confusion and intrigue, his unknown presence sparking a glimmer of interest amidst the dullness of the family gathering.

The man was clearly older, yet undeniably handsome, his presence exuding an air of confidence and sophistication that immediately caught your attention. For a moment, you wondered if he might be some distant relative, but your father's introduction quickly dispelled that notion.

"Darling, I'd like you to meet Doctor Eli Michaelson," your father said, his voice filled with pride as he gestured towards the man beside him. "He's a dear friend of mine and a renowned chemist, the winner of the Nobel Prize."

Your eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the Nobel Prize, your interest piqued by the prospect of meeting someone of such esteemed stature. Despite your earlier reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a surge of genuine enthusiasm at the opportunity to discuss chemistry with someone as accomplished as Doctor Michaelson.

You shook Eli's hand eagerly, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you exchanged introductions. Your father, sensing your genuine interest, excused himself with a knowing smile, leaving you alone with Doctor Michaelson to indulge in your shared passion for chemistry.

"So, Doctor Michaelson," you began, your voice filled with genuine curiosity as you leaned in closer to him. "I must say, I'm absolutely fascinated by your work. Winning the Nobel Prize in chemistry is no small feat."

Eli chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he returned your gaze. "Ah, yes, the Nobel Prize," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of arrogance that only served to pique your interest further. "It was quite the honor, I must admit."

As you delved into a discussion about chemistry, you couldn't help but be drawn in by Eli's charisma and intelligence. His knowledge of the subject was impressive, his insights thought-provoking and insightful. But it wasn't just his intellect that captivated you; there was something undeniably alluring about the way he carried himself, a confidence and self-assuredness that set him apart from the others.

Before you knew it, the conversation had shifted from professional to personal, the air between you charged with a palpable tension that sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself drawn to Eli in a way you hadn't expected, his presence casting a spell over you that you couldn't resist.

As you engaged in conversation with Doctor Eli Michaelson, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was subtly flirting with you, his charming smile and lingering glances leaving no doubt about his intentions. But instead of feeling uncomfortable or offended, you found yourself drawn to his confident demeanor, shamelessly flirting back as you exchanged playful banter and mischievous looks.

"Well, Doctor Michaelson," you teased, a playful twinkle in your eye as you leaned in closer to him. "It seems you're not just a Nobel laureate, but quite the charmer as well."

Eli chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving yours as he leaned in to whisper, "Why, my dear, I do believe you've uncovered my secret."

You laughed, feeling a sense of exhilaration coursing through you as you basked in the thrill of the flirtatious exchange. But before the moment could escalate any further, your mother's voice cut through the air, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you and Eli as she called you both to dinner.

Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from Eli's, you followed your mother to the dining room, taking your seat at the table with a sense of anticipation. To your delight, you found yourself seated next to Eli, who was now engaged in conversation with your father, his charismatic presence filling the room with a magnetic energy.

As dinner progressed, your father, ever the gracious host, engaged in conversation with Eli, inquiring about various topics, including Eli's work and personal life. However, what came next caught you completely off guard.

"So, Eli," your father began, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity, "How is your wife?"

You almost choked on your wine at the mention of Eli's wife, the revelation catching you completely by surprise. Wife? You had no idea Eli was married, and the thought sent a jolt of shock coursing through you. You glanced at Eli out of the corner of your eye, but he remained composed, his expression unreadable as he responded to your father's inquiry.

"Oh, Sarah is... fine," Eli replied vaguely, his tone betraying no emotion as he casually sipped his wine. "She's been keeping busy with her own pursuits, spending some of my thousands of dollars"

Your mother, ever perceptive, noticed the discomfort that had settled over you, her brow furrowing with concern as she turned to you. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. "You look a bit flushed."

You forced a smile onto your face, dismissing your mother's concern with a wave of your hand. "I'm fine, Mom," you lied, your voice unsteady as you tried to compose yourself. "I think I'm just not used to such strong wine."

Luckily, your mother seemed to accept your explanation, her attention shifting back to the conversation at hand. But Eli, sitting beside you, knew better. His hand trailed up your thigh from under the table, his big, thick fingers teasing the hem of the dress you were wearing.

You stifled a gasp of surprise, feeling a rush of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at his bold touch. Despite the casual indifference he projected to everyone else, Eli's actions spoke volumes, his touch leaving no doubt about his intentions.

Desperate to regain your composure, you subtly shifted in your seat, trying to distance yourself from Eli's touch without drawing attention to the situation. But to everyone else's sight, Eli seemed indifferent, his gaze fixed on your father as he continued their conversation with practiced ease.

Your father, oblivious to the tension between you and Eli, chuckled softly at Eli's response. "Ah, yes, I heard the gossip," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "Sarah asked for a divorce, didn't she? Must be having quite the time with some of your millions."

Eli's lips curled into a smirk at the mention of his ex-wife, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "Yes, well, some things are better left in the past," he replied cryptically, his tone betraying no remorse for the failed marriage.

You relaxed at the mention of divorce, relieved that Eli was not a married man. You certainly didn't want to engage in any illicit affairs, especially not with someone who was already committed. As Eli finally moved his hand away from you, you let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that the tension between you had dissipated.

Turning your attention back to the conversation, you engaged in small talk with one of your cousins about your experiences in London. Meanwhile, Eli continued talking to your father, his voice smooth and confident as he discussed various topics with ease.

But as the conversation continued, you couldn't shake the lingering desire that had been ignited by Eli's earlier touch. Feeling emboldened by the privacy of the tablecloth, you let your fingers trail down Eli's thigh, dangerously close to brushing against his length beneath the table.

Eli's reaction was immediate, a barely perceptible shift in his demeanor betraying his surprise at your boldness. But just as quickly as it had appeared, his indifference returned, his expression giving away nothing as he continued to converse with your father.

You continued to tease Eli, your fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along his thigh, teasing him with the promise of something more. But as much as you wanted to feel him, to confirm the size and hardness of him beneath the table, you held back, reveling in the anticipation of what was to come.

As you continued your conversation, your mind raced with anticipation, your thoughts consumed by the illicit thrill of what was happening beneath the table. You couldn't believe how bold you were being, teasing a man you barely knew in front of your family, but the excitement of the forbidden only fueled your desire further.

Just as you thought Eli might move your hand away, he surprised you yet again, his hand reaching down to grab yours and pressing it against his crotch. Your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected move, but you quickly composed yourself, your heart racing with excitement as you felt the unmistakable bulge of his arousal beneath the fabric.

Feeling emboldened by Eli's brazenness, you squeezed him lightly, relishing in the feeling of his hardness beneath your touch. He looked big, and the thought of what lay beneath his trousers sent a rush of heat pooling between your thighs. You couldn't wait to see him fully aroused, to feel him inside you, filling you up completely.

But as the dinner drew to a close, you reluctantly moved Eli's hand away, the thrill of the forbidden still lingering in the air between you. With a subtle exchange of looks, you both silently agreed to maintain the facade of normalcy until the end of the evening, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened beneath the table.

As you said goodbye to your family, your father offered to give you a ride to your apartment, but as expected, Eli butted into the conversation, inquiring about your address and offering to take you home himself. You accepted without hesitation, your heart racing with excitement at the prospect of being alone with Eli at last.

As you made your way to his car, your father, oblivious to the sexual tension between you, thanked Eli for his generosity and instructed him to take good care of you. Eli's response was laced with a touch of malice that went unnoticed by everyone but you, his baritone voice dripping with hidden meaning.

"Oh, I'll take very good care of her," Eli replied with a smirk, his eyes locking with yours in a silent promise of things to come. "You have my word."

With that, you climbed into Eli's car, the anticipation of what awaited you sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. As he started the engine and pulled away from the curb, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of what the night would bring.

You were going to fuck Eli Michaelson, the renowned chemist and Nobel laureate, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you. It was going to be a wild and unforgettable night, a one-night stand to welcome you back to California with a bang.

As Eli drove to your apartment, the tension between you simmered, the anticipation of what was to come hanging thick in the air. His hand rested casually on your thigh, and you didn't hesitate to part your legs slightly, inviting him to explore further. With a satisfied smirk, Eli accepted your silent invitation, his fingers trailing tantalizingly along the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Feeling emboldened by your response, Eli leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "You're so eager for me, aren't you?"

You shivered at the sensation of his breath against your skin, a rush of heat flooding your senses at his words. "Very eager," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his touch. "I've been thinking about you all night."

Eli's lips curled into a satisfied smirk at your confession, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh as he reveled in the knowledge of your desire. But as the car came to a stop at a red light, he saw an opportunity too good to pass up. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You melted into his embrace, your lips moving in perfect sync with his as you lost yourself in the intoxicating heat of the moment. Eli tasted even better than you had imagined, his kiss hungry and demanding as he claimed you as his own.

But as the cars behind you honked impatiently, Eli reluctantly pulled away, his lips swollen and red from the intensity of your kiss. "We should probably get going," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he reluctantly tore himself away from you.

You nodded, your own breathing ragged as you struggled to regain your composure. With a silent understanding, you both knew that the night was far from over, and you couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

As the light turned green, Eli resumed driving, his hand still resting possessively on your thigh as he navigated the streets of the city. The anticipation of what awaited you at your apartment sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins, and you couldn't wait to be alone with Eli at last.

When you finally arrived at your apartment building, you wasted no time in getting out of the car, your heart racing with anticipation as you led Eli to the elevator. His hand trailed possessively along the small of your back, his touch sending shivers of desire racing down your spine.

As the elevator doors closed behind you, Eli wasted no time in pressing you against the wall, his body flush against yours as he pinned you in place. You could feel the unmistakable bulge of his arousal pressing against your thigh, sending a rush of heat pooling between your legs.

"You promised to take good care of me, remember?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye as you gazed up at him. "Are you going to keep your word?"

Eli's lips curled into an arrogant smirk at your question, his hands roaming freely over your body as he claimed you as his own. "Oh, I intend to keep my promise," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in closer. "But first, I think I'll need a little reminder of what you taste like."

With that, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue probing eagerly against yours as he savored the taste of your desire. You kissed him back with equal fervor, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment as you surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you.

But as the elevator dinged to signal your arrival at your floor, Eli reluctantly pulled away, his breath ragged as he struggled to regain his composure. "We'll continue this inside," he promised, his voice husky with desire as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.

With a shared glance filled with unspoken promise, you both stepped out of the elevator and made your way to your apartment, the anticipation of what awaited you sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, a night of passion and desire that would leave you both breathless with longing.

And as you unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped inside with Eli by your side, you knew that the night was just beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you. As he looked around your apartment, he couldn't help but whistle in impressed admiration. The space was indeed bigger and better than he had imagined for a young single woman. You explained that the apartment was actually a gift from your father, given to you as a welcome back gesture for returning to California.

Eli nodded, but couldn't resist teasing you, "So, you're daddy's spoiled daughter, huh?" he remarked with a playful smirk.

You brushed off his comment, shrugging as you took off your coat. "Does it matter at this moment?" you questioned, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Eli chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it doesn't matter," he agreed, leaning in to kiss you again.

But you stopped him with a hand on his chest, your expression turning serious. "Do you have condoms?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he reached into his wallet to retrieve a condom. He handed it to you with a satisfied grin, and you took it eagerly, feeling a rush of anticipation course through you.

Taking his hand, you led him to the bedroom, your heart racing with excitement as you thought about what was to come. Eli liked how bold you were, clearly getting what he wanted, and he couldn't help but admire your confidence.

But as you reached the bedroom door, he gently pulled you back, his expression turning serious. "Just a reminder," he murmured, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered, "I'm the one calling the shots tonight."

You grinned up at him, your eyes glinting with mischief as you replied, "We'll see about that, Doctor."

With that, you pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a confidence that made Eli's heart race with excitement. He watched eagerly as you straddled him, your movements fluid and graceful as you stripped off your clothes with practiced ease.

As you hovered over him, completely naked and unashamed, Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him. He reached out to touch you, his fingers trailing lightly along the curve of your waist as he admired the beauty before him.

But you didn't give him the chance to explore further. Instead, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your heat, urging him to touch you where you needed him most. With a satisfied smirk, Eli obliged, his fingers teasing and exploring every inch of your aching flesh.

You moaned in pleasure at his touch, your back arching instinctively as he found all the right spots to drive you wild with desire. With each passing moment, the tension between you grew, the air thick with anticipation as you both surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you.

But just as you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Eli flipped you onto your back, pinning you in place with a hungry gaze that sent shivers of excitement racing down your spine. Eli's hoarse voice filled the room as he made it clear that it was his turn to take control. With a hungry gaze, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and calculated as he stripped off his clothes with practiced ease. You watched him intently, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of his trick body.

With a smirk, Eli tore open the condom packet with his teeth, a confident display of his prowess. And as he rolled the condom around himself, you couldn't help but let out an involuntary "Oh shit" at the sight of his impressive size. Eli's ego swelled at your reaction, a satisfied grin spreading across his lips.

"You like what you see?" he teased, his baritone voice sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

You nodded eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from him. "Definitely," you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eye. "But let's see if you can live up to the hype."

With a playful smirk, Eli leaned in closer, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he pressed himself against you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he entered you slowly, letting you get used to his impressive girth.

As he settled completely inside you, you both let out a simultaneous moan of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Eli's hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered dirty things in your ear.

"You like that, huh?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Fucking your dad's best friend?"

You surprised him with your boldness, stroking his jaw as you responded with a smile. "If my father's friends are as attractive and interesting as you," you teased, your voice low and sultry, "then I might just have to start fucking all of them."

Eli chuckled softly at your response, his ego inflated by your praise. "You minx," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck as he began to move inside you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

The heat between you was electric, the air thick with unspoken desire as you surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you. With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

But just as you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Eli leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Come for me, darling. Let me feel you unravel around me."

With a shudder of pleasure, you let yourself go, surrendering completely to the ecstasy that consumed you. As you cried out his name in pleasure, Eli's ego swelled with satisfaction, knowing that he had brought you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Eli groaned, his voice thick with desire as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Such a good little slut, spreading your legs for me like this, opening your legs for a man you barely know."

You moaned in response, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming in its intensity. "Yes, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper as you surrendered completely to the pleasure coursing through your veins. "Harder, please."

Eli complied eagerly, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force as he drove you both closer and closer to the edge. The air was thick with the smell of sex, your bodies slick with sweat as you lost yourselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink again, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Oh, Eli," you cried out, your voice echoing in the empty room as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy.

But Eli wasn't far behind, his own release tearing through him with explosive force as he buried himself deep inside you. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.

As you both collapsed against each other, spent and satisfied, you couldn't help but revel in the aftermath of your passion. Eli's hooked nose brushed against your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"That was incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe as he gazed down at you with adoration. "You're amazing."

You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you at his praise. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, your voice playful.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, you suddenly pushed Eli off of you, catching him off guard as he slid off the bed. With a tired sigh, you pulled the covers off of yourself, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over you after the long day you had.

Settling into the pillow, you turned to Eli and instructed him to make sure he closed the door behind him when he left. You mentioned that the lock was automatic, so it would close as soon as he left the room. Eli looked at you in surprise, a hint of confusion clouding his features as he processed your words.

"Babe, are you serious?" Eli questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You're kicking me out already?"

You didn't answer him, instead choosing to ignore his question as you pretended to sleep peacefully in bed. Eli felt a pang of frustration and rejection wash over him, his ego bruised from being discarded so easily.

He had never experienced this before; usually, he was the one to send women away or sneak out the next morning. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling for Eli, one that left him feeling a little unsettled despite achieving what he had wanted.

Gathering his clothes, Eli took off the condom and disposed of it in the bathroom before getting dressed. As he fastened his belt, he couldn't help but look at you, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing as you lay there, seemingly indifferent to his presence.

Walking over to the bed, Eli leaned in to kiss you one last time, his lips lingering against yours with a mixture of desire and resentment. But instead of reciprocating, you pushed him away, telling him to go away with a playful laugh.

And Eli growled. If you were going to treat him like a toy, then so be it. With a smirk, he grabbed your wrists as you pushed against him, pinning you to the mattress with a firm grip. You laughed with amusement as he held you still, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. He trailed kisses down your neck, grazing his teeth against your skin, his intention clear as day.

"Don't you dare," you warned, your voice tinged with mock indignation as you squirmed beneath him.

But Eli ignored your protests, his teeth sinking into your skin as he left a love bite that made you moan in pleasure. You writhed under him, unable to resist the sensation of his teeth against your neck as he marked you as his own.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Eli pulled away, licking the mark he had left with a satisfied grin. He released your wrists, standing up as you pretended to be angry with him, though it would take a lot of work to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Ignoring your faux anger, Eli said goodbye with a wink, his baritone voice filled with amusement as he teased, "I'll see you around, darling."

With that, he left the apartment, closing the door behind him with a satisfying click. As you heard the automatic lock engage, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thrill of the forbidden. Eli may have been arrogant and self-centered, but there was no denying the undeniable chemistry between you.

As you put Eli out of your mind, you couldn't deny the lingering thrill of the one-night stand. It had been exhilarating, no doubt, but you were determined to move on and focus on your studies. After all, it was just a fleeting moment of passion, nothing more.

But fate had other plans.

A few days later, as the semester at your new university began, you found yourself strolling through the halls, trying to familiarize yourself with the campus. You were not at all happy about having to study at a university where your father was a Mathematics professor. The thought of being constantly under his watchful eye made you feel suffocated, like you couldn't breathe without his judgment looming over you.

But as you navigated the crowded halls, lost in thought, you suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to you. Turning around, you were shocked to see Eli Michaelson standing there, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine. "Fancy seeing you here, darling."

You felt a surge of panic at the sight of him, your mind racing with a million questions. How had he found you? What was he doing here? And most importantly, what did he want from you?

Before you could gather your thoughts, Eli was already closing the distance between you, his presence looming large and intimidating. "I must say, I didn't expect to run into you so soon," he continued, his hooked nose twitching with amusement. "But I'm certainly not complaining."

You took a step back, feeling the walls closing in around you as Eli invaded your personal space. "What do you want, Eli?" you demanded.

Eli made a mocking noise, "Tsk, tsk, no, this isn't Eli, it's Professor Michaelson to you," he corrected you with a smirk.

You looked at him in shock, repeating, "Professor?"

Eli smiled, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as he nodded. "That's right, darling. Professor Eli Michaelson, at your service," he introduced himself with exaggerated formality, as if it was the first time you had seen each other.

You stared at him in disbelief, your mind reeling with the implications of his words. "Oh shit," you muttered under your breath, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Eli's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched the realization dawn on you. "Surprised to see me, darling?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You nodded dumbly, unable to find the words to express your shock. "I... I had no idea you were a professor here," you stammered, your mind racing with a million questions.

Eli chuckled softly, enjoying your flustered state. "Well, surprise," he replied with a wink. "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Suddenly, you realized that Eli had always known all along that you would be attending this university, and a surge of anger and frustration washed over you. How could he have slept with you, knowing that he would be your professor? The audacity of the man infuriated you, but as you looked into his smug expression, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.

Eli kept smiling, leaning in closer until his face was mere inches from yours. His baritone voice filled the air, thick with satisfaction as he taunted you with his words. "Well, well, looks like the little slut got caught," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Didn't think I'd be your chemistry professor, did you?"

You recoiled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his arrogant tone. How dare he speak to you like that? But as you looked into his piercing gaze, you couldn't deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you. Damn, why did this bastard have to be so attractive?

Eli's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned in even closer. "You're such a naughty girl, fucking your teacher like this," he whispered, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

You felt a surge of arousal at his words, the heat pooling between your legs despite your best efforts to resist him. How could he have this effect on you, even now, when you knew he was nothing but trouble?

With a frustrated sigh, you pushed him away, trying to put some distance between you. "This is not funny, Eli," you snapped, your voice tinged with annoyance. "You knew I would be coming here, and yet you still slept with me. What the hell were you thinking?"

Eli's smirk faltered slightly at your words, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he regained his composure. "What can I say?" he replied, his voice smooth and confident. "I couldn't resist the temptation. And besides, who says we can't have a little fun now that you're my student?"

You glared at him, your frustration mounting with each passing moment. How could he be so cavalier about this? Didn't he realize the consequences of his actions?

With a sigh, you shook your head, trying to shake off the conflicting emotions swirling within you. “No, Eli,” you warned, your voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface. “You’re my teacher, and I’m still your student. Let’s try to keep things professional from now on, okay?”

Eli nodded, his expression falsely serious as he held your gaze. "Of course," he agreed, his voice tinged with arrogance. "I understand. But just know that I can't promise to keep my hands off you when you're sitting in my class, looking all hot and bothered."

You rolled your eyes at his shameless flirtation, feeling a reluctant smile tug at the corners of your lips despite yourself. Damn, why did he have to be so charming?

As you turned to walk away, Eli couldn't help but let out a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes trailing down to appreciate the sway of your hips with an arrogant grin. Damn, you looked good walking away, and he couldn't wait to have you up against his desk, begging for more.

With a chuckle to himself, Eli turned to go the opposite way down the hallway, his confident stride drawing attention from passersby. He spotted one of his adoring students, a young woman with a blush on her cheeks as she glanced at him shyly.

Eli winked at her with a smirk, enjoying the way she giggled and blushed even deeper in response. He was pleased with the effect he had on her, reveling in the power he held over his students.

"Good morning, Professor Michaelson," she greeted him, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Good morning, my dear," Eli replied smoothly, his baritone voice dripping with charm. "How are you today?"

The young woman blushed even deeper at his attention, her eyes darting away shyly. "I'm good, thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eli chuckled softly at her response, enjoying the way she squirmed under his gaze. "That's good to hear," he murmured, his tone low and seductive. "I trust you'll be attending my lecture today?"

The young woman nodded eagerly, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "Of course, Professor," she replied, her voice filled with adoration.

Eli smiled indulgently at her, pleased with her eagerness to please him. "Excellent," he replied, his tone approving. "I look forward to seeing you there, my dear."

With a final wink, Eli continued on his way down the hall, his mind already turning to the day ahead. He had a lecture to prepare and a class to teach, but first, he couldn't resist the opportunity to indulge in a little flirtation with his adoring students.

As he reached his office, Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of seeing you again. Damn, he couldn't wait to have you in his class, to watch you squirm under his gaze as he imparted his wisdom upon you.

With a satisfied smirk, Eli pushed open the door to his office, ready to start the day with a sense of purpose and determination. After all, he was Doutor Eli Michaelson, Nobel laureate and renowned scientist, and he wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in the way of his ambitions.

[skeletboi]

Part 17 of the Intridmensional AU!

This one starts right at the end of the last part, so I'd suggest reading the last few lines of part 16 before diving in here!

First /// Previous /// Next

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“Would you believe I told ol’ Fordsie here to keep his idiot brother away from his project after what happened last time, yet here you are! HAH!”

“Ford…?” Stan asked, taking a step back.

“Sixer isn't home right now! Please leave a message after the beep! BEEEEEEPPPP!” Ford said before breaking out into laughter.

“Stanford… what in tarnation…” Fiddleford asked.

Stan grabbed Fiddleford's arm and took a step back.

“Didn't I just say he wasn't home?!” Ford said, tilting his head and smiling painfully wide.

“I don't think that's Ford…” Stan said, dragging Fiddleford back another step.

“DING DING! The idiot gets one point! I figured you'd be the one to catch on first, Fiddlesticks! How disappointing! You'd think you'd be better at recognizing the man you left your wife and kid for! Hilarious! How are they, by the way?! Or did you forget them?!”

“What- Stanford…” Fiddleford said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Fidds, something is seriously wrong, that is not my brother!” Stan said.

“‘Fidds?’ Damn, lesser twin, that's cold! Ruin your brother's life then steal his ex boyfriend, too?! Hah! No wonder he hates you!”

“What are you?!” Fiddleford asked, his voice shaking.

“Haven't figured it out, specs?! Hah! I thought you were supposed to be smart! What would Fordsy ever see in you?! You noticed his ‘sleepwalking’ and ‘weird behavior’, but even when I'm right in front of you you still can't put it together!”

“You're the one who came up with the portal idea.” Fiddleford said slowly, dread sitting heavy in his stomach, freezing him in place even as not-Stanford stepped closer to him.

“DING DING! Another winner! The name's Bill! It's a displeasure to finally meet you! You humans are so stupid! Once Fordsy finishes that portal your world will be mine! And another thing-”

Stan didn't wait to hear the rest. He grabbed a wrench from a nearby work table and swung, watching in horror as Ford crumpled to the ground.

“That was still Ford.” Fiddleford said, looking seconds away from passing out.

“What else was I supposed to do?! Let him keep sayin’ nonsense?! I mean-fuck! What the hell have you two been doing?! What is this portal you keep mentioning?!”

“It's a transuniversal metavortex.” Fiddleford said quietly. “A gateway into another dimension.”

“Why in the sci-fi hell would you want to build that?!” Stan asked.

“Because! He asked me to!” Fiddleford suddenly yelled, making Stan jump.

“I thought he forgot about me, Stanley.” Fiddleford said, quieter now. “I couldn't say no ta him after he called. I reckon lookin’ back now, I shoulda said no, but he was so excited-”

“Fidds!” Stan said, drawing Fiddleford from his quiet rambling. “Blaming yourself isn't going to do anything. All three of us have made some fucked up mistakes! Right now we need to find out what the hell that thing using my brother as a puppet is before he tries to turn on that sci-fi death triangle over there!”

“Triangle.” Fiddleford mumbled.

“Yes, a triangle. Glad you caught that part.” Stan deadpanned.

“I hafta dismantle the portal.” Fiddleford said, looking across the room at the machine. “Stan! We gotta stop this! We have to stop that demon!” Fiddleford grabbed Stan's arm and dragged him towards the portal.

“Missing leg, Fidds!” Stan said, trying to keep his balance on the dirt floor as Fiddleford pulled him.

“Right, sorry Stanley. I jus’ need yer help, There’s an emergency shut off. We can shut the whole thing down, but it takes two people!” Fiddleford said quickly, letting go of Stan's arm to rummage in his pockets for a set of keys. “Take this.” he said, pulling a key off the ring and handing it to Stan. “There's a spot in the control panel o’er there. I'll count ta three, then we both gotta turn the keys. Got it?”

“Fiddleford!” They heard Ford yell from behind them.

“Shit.” Stan swore, putting the key in his pocket and turning towards Ford. “Fuck you, you weird ass demon! Leave my brother and Fiddleford alone!”

“Demon?! Stanley, what are you talking about? What the hell happened?! The last thing I remember was you and Fiddleford fighting! Did he use the gun on me?!” Ford asked, panic rising in his voice.

“You happened, asshole! Don't play dumb with me, Bill!” Stan yelled back.

“Bill?! How do you know that name?” Ford asked, dumbfounded.

“Because he possessed ya! He told us his name, Stanford! How could ya trust a demon?! What happened to the idea for this darned portal bein’ ‘hard work’?!” Fiddleford yelled, finally joining in on the fight.

“He's not a demon! He's a higher being! A Muse!” Ford said. “I gave him permission to possess me as he saw fit, I just didn't expect him to do it now!”

“He possessed ya, Ford! That sure as heck sounds like a demon ta me!” Fiddleford responded.

“He- no- he…. he's my friend!” Ford said.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” Stan yelled. “Friends don't let you possess them and then shout insults at your actual friends!”

“Insults? He- he was joking. He loves joking, that's all.” Ford said frantically, taking a few wobbly steps towards Stan.

“Goddammit, Ford. You're too smart for this!” Stan said, turning away. “We're shutting this sci-fi nightmare down.”

“No!” Ford said, running down to meet them. “Stan, you can't!”

“I'm sorry, Ford.” Fiddleford said, making his way back to the machine on the other side of the lab.

Ford grabbed Stan's arm and yanked him backwards, miscalculating the amount of force he used and accidently throwing him against the control panel. Stan glared at him and lunged, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him backwards.

“Goddammit, Sixer! We're trying to help you!” He yelled.

“Help me? You have no idea what you're doing! You know nothing about Bill!” Ford said, sounding a bit unsure and pushing Stan back.

“Uh- fellas, careful ‘round that ‘quipment, there!” Fiddleford said, but the twins ignored him.

“I know enough! I know a con man when I hear one, Ford, and that demon is the ultimate con man!” Stan yelled, trying to walk away from Ford before he hurt him again, but Ford grabbed his arm and tried to drag him away from the control panel.

“How much of a con man can he be?! He was right, after all! I should have done better to keep you away from my project!” Ford snarled.

“Fuck you, Ford. If you want to believe that fucking monster over us, than fine, but we're shutting this down!” Stan said, pushing his brother as hard as he could, sending him falling backwards onto the lever in the middle of the room.

“No!” Fiddleford yelled, but it was too late. The portal crackled to life, filling the dark lab with an eerie blue glow.

“Oh shit.” Stan said, taking a step back.

“It works.” Ford said, smiling up at the light. “It works!”

“That ain't good, Stanford!” Fiddleford said, running over to try and drag Ford away. “We need ta shut it down!”

“We are not shutting it down!” Ford said, pushing Fiddleford away.

Ford tried to pull Stan away from the machine, but forgot, in all the commotion, about Stan's new peg leg. He grew up with Stan. He had seen him stand his ground against bullies twice his size. But that was back when he had two legs to stand on, so he was thrown off guard when Stan didn't stay standing. They both slid across the ground, over the yellow line where the portal could reach, and suddenly started to float.

“What the fuck?!” Stan exclaimed, flailing his arms and looking for anything to grab onto.

“Stanford! Stanley!” Fiddleford screamed, grabbing some spare cable from the ground and running towards them. “Grab on!”

“Tie it down!” Stan yelled, as he caught the cable and grabbed Ford's arm, holding on for dear life.

“I can't!” Fiddleford said as he started to slip.

The twins were much heftier than him and his shoes were not grippy enough to keep him down. He wrapped the cord around his wrist and reached behind him, trying to grab the lever to hold himself back, but his fingers just barely grazed it.

“Do something!” Stan yelled as Ford disappeared through the blue light. “Fiddleford!”

Stan melted into the blue after Ford as Fiddleford's feet lifted from the ground.

“Well, shit.” Fiddleford said, as he fell through the portal after them.

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This feels a bit like a cheesy movie scene. That's all I could think while I was writing it... but hey! We made it to the portal!

There is probably some serious plot issues with this scene, like was the portal even ready? Sure it was! It's January and they were going to test it in the next day or two, so... sure it was!

Would Bill leave Ford's mind if he was unconscious? Probably!?

Does Stan not hit very hard, because Fidds and Ford were both hit, and not out for very long?! Well, he was probably subconsiously holding back a bit- this is his brother and his new friend he met a whole day ago and would fight a literal god for.

Why does Stan immediately trust and want to protect Fidds?! He just be like that, okay? Fidds is someone important to his brother, therefore worth protecting.

Okay, I'll stop now.

I start a new job tomorrow, so the updates on this might slow down a bit... sorry. I need to survive in this failing economy.

[countrydionysia]

Time to announce the winners!!!

For good Fortune! The 2024 Rural Dionysia is now officially over. The poll is now closed, and it is time to reveal the winners of this year's edition:

For the Freestyle poetry category, the winner is:

Helene / Klytemnestra by @apiswitchcraft

For the Modern Hymn category, the winner is

Minor Hymn to Love (Eros) by @piristephes

and finally, for the “Complete the Fragment” category, the winner is

For We Are Only Mortal - By Aön Re of @hyakinthou-naos

Thank you to everyone who has participated and voted and big congratulations to our three winners for this edition!

For those who celebrate it, receive our best wishes, and that you have a merry Rural Dionysia and happy holiday season regardless of what you celebrate.

Reminder: The City Dionysia has its own blog @dionysia-ta-astika, so any upcoming news will be posted there. Give that blog a follow if you want to be updated. The City Dionysia is expected to be held between early February and early March 2025.

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 Villains Festival Prologue(s) ♛

This includes the exclusive Villains Festival Team's Prologue that was released on X. Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Victor: Ta-da! Her Majesty the Queen has announced an extra bonus payment!

Liam: What, we've never gotten a bonus before? (Damn, that's sad.)

Jude: It's a drop in the bucket anyway, right?

Victor: The amount is on the letter from her Majesty the Queen.

Victor: It seems we're all paid the same amount of money, so let's split this money with everyone...how's that?

Kate: Is something wrong?

Victor: Oh my god! This is a serious situation....The amount is only divisible by 9!

Ellis: Isn't it for 10 people because Kate is here too?

Victor: She is separate from you all and is already paid.

Kate: Yes! I've been taken well care of.

Victor: So, if we divide by 9, the remainder is....

Alfons: It's a pain in the ass to worry about the leftovers, isn't it?

Alfons: Instead of being so tightfisted, why don't we just have a bonus battle?

Elbert: A bonus battle?

Alfons: The winner should take all the bonuses.

Alfons: It saves you the trouble of dividing by 9, and above all, it's fun right?

Harrison: Winner...What game are we going to play? If it's poker, I don't think I'll lose.

Roger: How about a beer drinking contest? You get to drink and compete, it's a win-win.

Liam: They're both steering the game to their own advantage....it has to be fair, right?

Victor: Then, how about we let our Fairy Tale Writer, decide?

Victor: Let's make the supreme evil who steals her heart the winner and take all the bonuses! That's it!

Kate: What? I can't be responsible for that!

Victor: Don't worry! Her Majesty will make the final decision based on Kate's evaluation. You'll be fine!

Victor: I won't hold you solely responsible. So.....

Kate: …...

Victor: Hey!

Kate: Okay, I understand.

Victor: Thank you, Kate!

(When you look at me with such joyful eyes like sparkling jewels....I won't be able to refuse.)

Victor: It's late today, so the review will start tomorrow. And.....this is for you.

Victor handed me a heart motif necklace.

Victor: Think of this as your very heart and give it to the bad guy who steals your very heart.

Kate: Yes.

Victor: I'm excited! Now, my dear cursed ones, the battle for the bonus is about to begin!

Villains Festival 2024 Teams Prologue:

The condition for taking the entire bonus from her Majesty is to steal XXX's heart.

The villains begin to form dangerous joint fronts -

Alfons, Roger and Jude from Team Villain try to kidnap you?

Jude: What do you guys have?

Roger: A sack.

Alfons: Does it look like something other than a rope?

Jude: So, you'll bag her, tie her up and kidnap her....

Alfons & Roger: Please don't ask if you already know.

Harrison, Liam and Ellis is Team Love Thief.

They rush to protect you from Team Villain?!

Harrison: I'm here to protect you – No lie.

Liam: I don't want money. All I want is love from you.

Ellis: I'm happy as long as you're happy.

William, Elbert and Victor is Team Nobleman.*** (I decided to change this to Team Nobleman from Team Senior Aristocrat.)

They had decided to fight gracefully with a noblesse oblige heart, but......?!

Elbert: If anything happens to her.....I can't allow that to happen.

William: Hmm....I guess I blew my leeway earlier.

Victor: Good day, my dear.

Victor: Shall I punish you....?

When the three stories connect,

The fierce, serious and silly (?) will be revealed......

[Master List]

[a99jazzybean]

Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 11: Three's a Crowd

Ch.1/ Ch2./ Ch.3/ Ch.4/ Ch.5/ Ch.6/ Ch.7/ Ch.8/ Ch.9/ Ch.10

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 5.1K

includes: jayvik, jaycexfem!reader, jayvikxfem!reader, smut, thigh riding, oral, explicit content

a/n: Besties, it's pure filth here. 18+ readers only!

With Jayce’s assistance, you managed to make it back to your apartment in one piece. By just fingering you, the man had managed to turn your body to jello. Knowing that he was planning on doing even more had you both buzzing with excitement and drowning in nerves. He thought you were the death of him? By the end of the week you were sure he would be the death of you. Though, you would be dying in absolute bliss, so that was a bit of a plus. 

After Jayce dropped you off at your place, he strode home. Quite the pep in his step after making you cum on his fingers. The throbbing in his crotch was in desperate need of attention after his escapade with you. The man was certainly a selfless lover, but the way you responded to him had him needy. He would easily fall apart if you ever offered to please him yourself. While he knew it could easily be something he won, he found that he wanted you to be the one to request it. It was as if he needed to know you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. And he wanted you very very badly.

Before Jayce could go and relieve himself in his room, a clearing of a throat stopped him in the hall. Viktor’s bedroom door was open and he sat at his desk, as if he had been waiting for his roommate to return.

“How was your evening?” Viktor asked, a teasing glint in his eyes. They trailed down to the clear need in Jayce’s pants, then flitted back up to Jayce’s face. “Looks like it was exciting.” 

“It was.” Trying to lie to Viktor was a futile effort. 

“What did you win?” 

“You’re asking like you know I won.” Jayce cocked his head, curious as to what Viktor truly wanted.

His roommate seemed to be significantly more interested in your games than he had previously. Where was Viktor wanting to go with this?

“Jayce, you played Battleship. I highly doubt y/n is quite as experienced as you are in the game. Especially now that I’ve played against you…” He pretended to count on his fingers “Thirty times?” 

Jayce rolled his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently. 

“In a bit of a rush?” Viktor questioned.

“A bit.” 

“Whatever for?” He teased.

Jayce scoffed, brows furrowing in irritation.

“Viktor, I know you’re just fucking with me.”

“I’m sure you’d rather I be fucking you.” His voice was low.

Jayce bit his lip, trying to find a retort. 

“Poor thing. Did she leave you like this?” Viktor began to rise slowly from his desk. 

“I-it’s not her fault. I didn’t ask.” Jayce stuttered. 

“But you’re so obviously pent up.” Viktor was now right in front of Jayce. His lips curled into a coy smirk. 

“I might be.” Jayce licked his lips as he stared at Viktor’s.

“And do you wish for that issue to be resolved?” Viktor was now pressed against the man’s chest. His long fingers trailing down his torso before reaching his crotch. 

Jayce leaned forward, groaning as Viktor teased him over his pants. 

“V…hah.” He gasped as Viktor squeezed. 

“Ask nicely.” Viktor spoke lowly.

“Please, help me.” 

“Hmm, good boy.” 

The praise sent a shiver through the man. It had been awhile since he and Viktor had been together like this. Jayce didn’t realize how much he had missed it. The hustle and bustle of the masters program, along with Jayce spending more time with you, had him occupied. It felt nice to be intimate with Viktor again. Even if the circumstances that led him here were a bit unconventional.

“You seem quite pent up, Jayce.” His name rolled off Viktor’s tongue deliciously. His accent emphasizing each syllable. 

“It’s been awhile.” Jayce admitted, pressing his forehead against Viktor’s. 

“I’ll take care of you.” Viktor’s hand cupped the other man’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. 

It was frenzied, hot, and wet. Something that both Jayce and Viktor realized they desperately needed. Jayce groaned into Viktor’s mouth as their tongues slid against each other. 

Pushing up against Jayce, Viktor returned to taking control of the situation. His hand cupping Jayce over his pants, earning Viktor a whimper. One that he lapped up as he continued to kiss Jayce heatedly. As he pulled back for air, Jayce whined. 

“Your room, or mine?” Viktor breathed against the man’s lips. 

“Yours.” Jayce said, before lightly pushing Viktor back into his room. “It’s closer.” He pressed his lips against Viktor’s once more, inviting his tongue in. 

An invite that Viktor accepted. Jayce moved quickly, his hands reaching for Viktor’s shirt. The man lifted it over Viktor’s head, messing up his hair. The mussed up look, making Jayce want him even more. 

“Fuck V, I missed you.” He looked into those amber eyes with a glint of affection. 

Viktor paused, allowing himself to enjoy the tender moment. A small smile was on his lips.

“I missed you too, Jayce.” He returned the favor, ridding the larger man of his shirt. 

Pulling back, he appraised the man’s physique with a satisfied hum. Jayce’s body never disappointed. He was beautifully sculpted with large muscles that had many swooning. Both you and Viktor were equally charmed as the others. But no one else got the pleasure of witnessing Jayce up close and personal. A treat that Viktor relished in. 

Viktor moved to Jayce’s pants, easily unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Removing his legs from the clothes, Jayce finished the job. He stood only in his boxers. A prominent bulge pressed tightly against the fabric. It almost looked painful. Viktor decided to ease the man of his suffering, pulling his boxers down as well. His hard cock, flying up, a bead of precum at the tip. Long fingers teased up his length before dragging down, making the man shiver.

Looking up at Jayce, Viktor’s gaze was dark. His breathing just as labored as the other man’s. Yes, it certainly had been awhile. However, Viktor would easily remedy that. He grabbed Jayce’s hands to his sweatpants, urging him to pull them off. As Viktor was opting for comfort in his home, he had foregone the underwear. His own cock revealed as Jayce pulled down the fabric. He moaned at the sight, and followed his hands down. Kneeling on the floor in front of Viktor. 

Hazel eyes pleaded with amber ones, begging for permission. With a nod, Viktor granted Jayce his wish. The man didn’t waste any time, licking a stripe up Viktors cock.

“Ah, fuck!” Viktor was surprised at the speed in which Jayce had begun his ministrations. 

Jayce chuckled lowly, then took his length into his mouth. Viktor moaned as he slid against his tongue, falling into a pleasurable bliss. Long fingers tangled in Jayce’s hair, softly pulling as he began to thrust into his mouth. Jayce allowed him to fuck his mouth, groaning as Viktor used him. His hand reached for his untouched cock and he began fisting himself to the rhythm that Viktor had created. 

Peering down, Viktor tutted. Jayce glanced up, a curious look on his face as he continued to take Viktor. 

“Don’t you cum, Jayce. I have other places for you to do so.” Jayce’s cock pulsed with need at the statement. He moaned against Viktor’s length. 

With a harsh pop, Viktor pulled out of Jayce’s mouth. Jayce gasped out then inhaled a deep breath. His lips were shiny and slick with spit. 

Viktor pointed to his dresser before laying down on his bed. 

“You know what to do.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock, using Jayce’s spit as he pumped himself.

Rising from the floor, Jayce nodded. He pulled open the top drawer, grabbing a well-loved bottle of lube. His gaze darkened as he returned to Viktor, groaning as he watched the man please himself. Loving the way his cock twitched with each pump of his fist.

“You ready V?”

“Of course.” He breathed out, spreading his legs. 

Jayce poured some lube onto his fingers, then reached Viktor’s tight hole. At first just teasingly circling it, until Viktor huffed in irritation.

“Christ, you know I can take it.” He groaned out.

“And I thought I was the impatient one.” Jayce teased. 

Before Viktor could roll his eyes, they widened as Jayce’s finger started to stretch him out. He gave out a loud moan as Jayce began to pump in and out. Jayce’s cock twitched at each sound, so ready to fuck the man. But he could have some patience… some. 

Lubing up again, Jayce pushed two fingers inside, stretching Viktor even further. An even louder moan escaped the man. Viktor’s cock pulsed with each thrust, but he was waiting for Jayce before reaching his release. 

It was almost like a test, seeing who could outlast the other. Though, both men knew that once Jayce was inside, he was done for. Groaning at the thought, Jayce moved his fingers faster, pressing against the perfect spot inside Viktor.

“J-jayce!” He gasped out, shaking with pleasure. 

“Think you can take me?” Jayce asked lowly. Viktor nodded. 

Jayce was quite thick, but Viktor had taken him plenty of times. A little wasted time wouldn’t change much. Besides, they both needed this. 

Lubing up his dick generously, Jayce pumped his cock once more. He slicked some more around Viktor’s hole, before pressing the head of his cock against it. Viktor shuffled underneath him impatiently. How the tables had turned. 

Jayce smirked and stilled, just barely pressed in. Huffing in frustration, Viktor glared at the man above him. 

“Jayce.” He practically growled his name. 

“Yes?” He smirked down.

“Fuck me.” 

“Ask nicely.” Jayce teased, recalling Viktor’s command.

“Fuck me, please.” It was said with a sassy tone, but he would accept it. 

Moans filled the room as Jayce pushed in. When he bottomed out, Jayce paused, allowing Viktor to adjust to his length. The familiar feeling of being full, made Viktor sigh. He moved his hips, signaling he was ready. Slowly, Jayce began to thrust in and out. Each pull of his cock making them moan. Viktor was so tight around him, and Jayce was hitting the perfect spot as he moved. They both knew it wouldn’t take much longer for them to finish. 

Having only their hands to keep them company seemed to have done a number on them. Plus with your antics with Jayce, he was extremely pent up. There was no substitution to actually fucking. It was like a primal need for the men. One that was finally being fulfilled. 

“I’m close.” Jayce moaned.

All Viktor could do was nod, feeling the pressure building with each thrust.

After a few more pumps, Jayce stilled in Viktor. His cock twitching as he shot his load inside the man. A satisfying warmth filling him up. Viktor followed, cumming all over his stomach. Quickly, Jayce leaned down catching Viktors lips in a heated kiss. His tongue lazily trailing against Viktor’s as they both moaned with satisfaction. 

Smiling, Jayce pulled away to look down at Viktor. His hair stuck to his forehead, pupils blown out. His mouth letting out fast breaths. He cupped Viktor’s cheek and softly kissed him. Shaky arms wrapped around Jayce’s neck, pulling him closer. The two smiling against each other’s lips.

Slowly, Jayce pulled out of Viktor with a groan. He gave Viktor a quick peck before leaving to grab a towel. 

When he returned, Viktor was still splayed out on the bed. Carefully, Jayce helped him clean up. Occasionally kissing the man softly as he wiped him down. After he was done, Jayce laid down next to Viktor. 

“Thank you.” Viktor said softly.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Jayce chuckled lightly.

Viktor reached for Jayce’s hand, and placed a soft kiss to his palm. 

“I want to.” He turned to Jayce. Gold eyes filled with affection, making Jayce’s heart swell. “You didn’t have to fuck me.” A smirk played on Viktor’s lips. 

Jayce pulled the man in an embrace, kissing his forehead. 

“I wanted to fuck you.” 

Viktor pulled back to look at the man, a curious brow raised.

“Why did y/n leave you all pent up like that?”

Despite everything they had just done, Jayce felt his face grow hot. 

“She didn’t do it on purpose. Like I said, I didn’t ask. And we kinda just ran out of time, it was getting late.” 

“And what exactly made you stay so late?” Viktor traced his finger along Jayce’s torso, making the man shiver.

“I, uh…” He didn’t know if he should share, but at this point it wasn’t worth trying to hide your indiscretions. “I fingered her.”

Viktor feigned a shocked gasp. 

“In our shared office? How shameful.” 

Jayce chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t the best spot.”

“So how was it?” Viktor seemed to genuinely want to know.

Jayce recalled the memory. Every movement and sound you made making him grow aroused again. 

“Hot, really fucking hot.” Jayce looked at Viktor, trying to read his response.

“She can be quite… responsive.” 

“And loud.” 

“Oh? Even in a public space she wasn’t even attempting discretion?” He chuckled.

It wasn’t surprising. When you slipped into that pleasurable bliss it seemed like the world around you melted away. Leaving only you and your partner in your space. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Viktor said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You’re plotting.” Jayce clocked him immediately.

“Who? Me? Never…” He trailed.

“What are you thinking?” Jayce pulled the man closer.

“Hmmm.” I don’t know if I should tell you. 

“C’mon V, don’t leave me hangin’.” 

“Such a charmer.” Viktor clicked his tongue admonishingly. 

“I certainly try.” Jayce gave him a large toothy smile.

“Oh, I’m well aware.” 

“Don’t try to change the subject.” Jayce forced Viktor back into the previous conversation. “What are you planning?” He gave the man a stern look.

Huffing, Viktor conceded.

“Fine, since you wish to know so badly. I must say I’m a bit jealous.” 

“That’s not a plan.”

“Don’t rush me, I’m getting there.”

“Why would you be jealous?” Jayce gave a pointed once-over their intertwined naked bodies. 

“I feel a bit…” He paused, looking for the right words. “Left out.” 

“And you want in?” Jayce felt himself growing a bit enthusiastic. 

“If you both will have me.” Viktor suddenly felt very shy. He had never been in this situation before. Wanting two people that wanted each other, it was terrifying, yet enticing. 

“That’s up to y/n. Considering your history, I doubt she would say no.” 

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Come to the office an hour early. I want to cash in another favor. ;)

Your face grew red as you looked at the text. Of course he would ask that of you, and of course you didn’t have an excuse not to. Though, did you really want to avoid the man’s request? 

Shaking your head, you turned to the hall that held your office. As you walked, you felt your palms grow sweaty. As it was the middle of the day, students and faculty would be milling about in the building. A reminder of that fact scattered around campus, making your nerves jolt even higher. If Jayce wanted to have his fun with you now, you would have to figure out how to stay quiet. Something you had found to be quite difficult. You had a feeling Jayce purposely picked this time to have you meet him for that exact reason. 

Groaning internally you warred with yourself. Sure, yes, you were beginning to feel that need grow in you once more. However, you also knew that it would be a risky endeavor. Were you willing to take the risk? 

The answer, as always, was yes. Never one to step away from a bet, even the ones you made with yourself. 

It will be fine… You tried to convince yourself. 

At this point you had run out of time. Now you were at the door to your shared office. Taking in a deep breath, you pushed into the room. As expected, Jayce had been patiently waiting for you. Already taking it upon himself to grade more exams with the free time he had. 

He visibly brightened when you entered, one of his toothy grins on his face. Eyes filled with adoration as he looked over you. Swiftly, he stood up and wrapped you in his arms. At this point, he wasn’t going to hold back his affections for you. He knew he needed this. 

“You’re quite enthusiastic.” You said as a blush bloomed on your face.

“How couldn’t I be? You’re here early, like I asked.” 

His sincerity warmed your heart. Again, such an unfamiliar feeling. Being wanted like this was so foreign. It felt almost like a dream, how he gave you his affections so willingly. It was a dream you would gladly keep having, as long as Jayce kept making you feel like this. 

“So why did you ask me to be early?” You bit your lip, attempting to be coy. 

“You know why.” He whispered lowly against your ear. 

His voice made you whimper. Of course you knew what he wanted. As if his intentions weren’t obvious. 

“And how exactly do you wish to accomplish that task?” You asked softly, red painting your cheeks. 

Warm hands cupped your face, making you look up at the man. He looked almost disappointed with you.

“What makes you think I consider it a task?” His voice was gruff. 

You didn’t have a response to the question. 

“Y/n, I want you.” He looked deeply into your eyes. “Desperately.” He slotted his lips with yours, as if it was such a natural action. At this point, it likely was. 

You didn’t mind, not at all. Gladly taking the kiss, pressing yourself up against him. Tongues twisted together, making both of you groan. The way he teased making sparks shoot to your core. Pulling away, you watched as he drew in slightly labored breaths.

“So how do you want to do it?” You asked again, this time with slightly more confidence. 

“I want you to ride my thigh.” He pulled out a chair and sat down in it. Legs spread, waiting for you. “I think I owe you an orgasm since you couldn’t last time.”

Taking the invitation, you sat on one of his thick thighs. His arms circled around you, pulling you in. A smirk on his face as he gave you another heated kiss. His soft lips trailed away from your face and kissed down your neck.

“Good girl.” The tone of his voice made you shiver.

As if on instinct, you rubbed against his thigh. A spark of pleasure making you squeak out. A large hand cupped over your mouth. Jayce brought a finger to his lips, then winked at you.

Nodding, you showed you understood. Quiet, you needed to attempt to do this quietly. 

“C’mon sweetheart, ride me.” His gaze was dark. 

With a soft groan you slid your clothed pussy against his thigh. Thankfully you wore a skirt today, the only thing between you and Jayce’s thigh was a thin pair of panties. As you ground against him, you continued to softly moan. Your clit pulsing with need with every stroke. Wetness was beginning to pool in your panties, bleeding through the cloth. A visible spot now soaking into Jayce’s pants, though he didn’t mind.

“You can go harder than that, you know.” His strong hands pressed you down on his thigh. The action made you gasp, and clamp a hand on your mouth.

The man began to move you himself over his thigh. A pleased smirk on his lips as he watched you fall apart on him. Your hand was still clamped over your mouth, muffling the moans he was pulling out of you. Pressure was beginning to build in your gut. A swelling heat that would be begging to burst. 

With each grind, pleasure shot through you. Your legs were beginning to shake as Jayce continued to manhandle you. Forcing you to drag along his thigh, getting you closer and closer to the edge. 

It was becoming too much. Your hand had left your mouth, instead clenching on his shoulder to ground yourself. As best as you could, you let out quiet moans and gasps. 

“Fuck, look at you.” Jayce was entranced at how fucked out you appeared. Eyes glazed over in pleasure, mouth agape as you couldn’t hold back the moans. “You’re close, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, feeling the pressure get one step closer to the peak. A final strong stroke pressed against your clit had you shattering. Biting down on your lip, you let out a high pitched whine as your climax hit. The white hot pleasure making you shake in Jayce’s lap. 

After a moment, you collapsed against the man. Warm hands trailed along your back, rubbing soothing circles. 

“You did so well.” He cupped your cheek, making you look at him. “Such a good girl.” The pet name made you shiver against him. 

As you came down from your high, you pressed a hot kiss against his lips. Tongue pressing into his mouth with desperation. A need to taste him. 

Pulling away, Jayce looked at you with amusement. 

“Two down, ten to go.” The statement made your stomach drop. 

There was still so much more. Ten times? That would be quite the feat. One that you would have to complete, or you would have to forfeit your games. No, you couldn’t let that happen. 

The sound of the door opening had both of your eyes widening. None of us locked it! You realized. And now you were in an extremely compromising position in your peer’s lap. 

Thankfully, it was only Viktor. Someone who was privy to your escapades with Jayce, though you didn’t know how to feel about that fact.

Regardless of your safety being intact, there was still the factor of embarrassment at being caught. Based on how smug the man looked, he was going to be a little shit about it too. 

“My, my. What do we have here?” He chuckled.

Quickly, you scrambled out of Jayce’s lap. The action made Viktor raise a brow. 

“Oh please, don’t mind me. I was clearly interrupting quite the engaging encounter.” 

With each sentence, Viktor made your face redder and redder. And the man was loving every second of it. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed teasing you. 

“Viktor…” You couldn’t look at him, but that wouldn’t do. 

Slowly, the man walked up to you. Cane echoing with each step forward. Through it all, Jayce sat still. Watching and waiting. Wondering what Viktor was planning to do next. 

Long fingers pressed under your chin, pulling your head up to look at Viktor. His golden eyes bored you, though he didn’t look disappointed. He almost looked… pleased? 

“So, what were you and Mister Talis doing alone in here?” He hummed as he awaited your response. 

“Nothing.” You mumbled. Too embarrassed to tell him the truth. Even though it was obvious he already knew. 

Viktor eyed the wet spot you had left on Jayce’s pants with an amused smirk. 

“Sure looks like nothing.” He encouraged you to look at Jayce’s thigh. A sight making your face burn even more.

“So, tell me again, what were you doing?” 

Biting your lip, you wondered if you should go along with this. It was clear that Viktor was prepared to encounter you like this. Then it hit you. Eyes widening, you turned to look at Jayce. He seemed to recognize your epiphany, and flitted his gaze away from yours. 

“You planned this.” You huffed, eyebrows furrowing. “Didn’t you?” 

Viktor wasn’t surprised at how quickly you caught on. Obviously, you were a smart gal. He would honestly be more disappointed if you hadn’t caught on already. 

“Very perceptive, but what exactly have we planned?” He traced his fingers down your cheek. There were still some surprises for you to uncover.

“For you to catch us.” You said lowly.

“Catch you doing what, exactly?” He teased. “Go on, say it.” 

“Catch me riding Jayce’s thigh.” You mumbled.

Viktor’s smirk grew wider.

“I wasn’t expecting anything that specific, but I appreciate the honesty.” His confession made you shiver. “And you are partially correct.”

“What do you mean?” You gave him a confused look, a light pout on your lips.

“Oh, I’m sure you can use that brain of yours to figure it out.” 

Sitting on it you wondered what else he and Jayce had planned. Catching you was obvious, but what else did he want? Bingo. Want. He wanted something. 

“What do you want?” 

“There it is. Glad you learn fast.”

“Viktor, don’t patronize me. What. Do. You. Want?” You practically spat. 

His teasing had you shivering, but the fact that he had embarrassed you had you deeply irritated. 

Stealing your breath away, Viktor gripped you around the waist and pulled you against him. Jayce sat, watching with bated breath at how you would respond. 

“You. I want you.” 

That stole a whimper out of you. Looking to your side you watched a captivated Jayce. 

“Though it seems like he wants you too.” Viktor smirked. 

“So you both want me.” Your hand trailed up Viktor’s torso, making him shiver. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed your touch. “What are you going to do?”

Viktor turned to you, lips mere centimeters from yours. 

“I think I’ll allow Jayce to enjoy his prize.” He said lowly. 

Eyes widening, you shook with excitement. 

“Again?” 

“Again.” Viktor nodded, then motioned for you to sit on the table. 

With curled a finger he beckoned Jayce forward. The larger man walked over, then kneeled in front of you. Warm hands splayed out on your thighs pushing your skirt up. 

“It seems like Jayce hasn’t gotten a taste of you yet?” Viktor queried. 

Entranced by Jayce’s movements, you nodded. 

A cold hand grasped your thigh and spread your legs, revealing your panties to the man before you. Jayce groaned, it was the maroon pair he had bought you. He looked up at Viktor for permission. The man nodded, and Jayce reached for the panties. His large fingers looped under the band and slowly pulled them down. Swallowing thickly, you helped Jayce remove them with a lift of your hips. The man brought them to his face taking in a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed. Your scent was intoxicating. Then he shoved the pair in his back pocket. 

“Look at you, being so good for us.” Viktor said lowly into your ear, before nipping the lobe. The action making you whimper as he trailed soft kisses down your neck. 

Viktor’s hand reached between your thighs, then trailed over your soaking folds making you jolt. His fingers spread your pussy lips, the sight making Jayce’s mouth water.

“C’mon Jayce, have a taste.” 

He didn’t need any encouragement. Large hands pulled you to the edge of the table, and the man dove in. Tongue lapping away as if you were his final meal. Groaning could be heard between the lewd wet sounds of his tongue. He pulled away, lips glistening with your slick. Looking up at Viktor. 

“How does she taste?” Viktor asked with genuine curiosity. He recalled enjoying eating you out, you had quite the pleasant flavor.

“So fucking good. So sweet…” With that, Jayce dove in again. 

Each of his ministrations made you quiver and moan. Legs were shaking again as he held them over his shoulders. His tongue flit on your clit in fast movements, making you cry out. Your hand flew to your mouth to stop the sounds. It was still daytime, anyone could walk by. 

Your other hand reached between your legs, tangling in Jayce’s hair. The man groaned as you lightly tugged. His tongue never stopping, continuing to lap up anything your pussy gave him. 

A familiar heat was building up in your belly once more. The fire burning hotter, as Viktor wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you in. His lips pressing against yours, another familiar feeling, though once lost to time. As if it was second nature you kissed him back. Arching your back as Jayce sucked on your clit. His moans reverberating through your body as he watched you and Viktor tangle yourselves together. 

It was something else Viktor had realized he had missed. How good you tasted when you twisted your tongue with his. With Jayce added into the mix, something new had spiced everything up. Having both of you wasn’t something Viktor had ever thought of before, yet here he was. While technically you were the one experiencing both of the men at the same time, Viktor was still a part of it. And part of him was sharing this experience with Jayce. It was an ethereal amount of ecstasy that had him moaning into your mouth as you did the same to him. 

The pressure was continuing to build. Jayce was eating you out with a fervor that only Viktor had given you. And the man himself was here, joining you as you enjoyed the pleasurable bliss. His nimble hands finding purchase on you as Jayce’s tongue continued to toy with your soaking pussy. 

So so close… You moaned into Viktor’s mouth. It was coming, the crest would soon crash into you. Desperately, you felt your hips move on their own. Meeting each lap Jayce landed on your clit. The feeling sending you reeling. Building, building, and building. 

Then, you snapped. Hand gripping Jayce’s hair, suffocating him against you as you ground against his mouth. Your body boneless, relying on Viktor as you shook with insurmountable pleasure. His arms holding you, watching in awe as you came on Jayce’s face. Your release squirting all over the man’s chin as he continued to lick at you, softly bringing you down from your high. 

“Ah, Jayce…” You trailed, eyes rolling back with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “It’s too much.” You softly pushed his face away, making him whine in frustration. 

Your taste was addicting. Sweet, bitter, and oh so hot. Something he knew he would find himself craving, as if it was a normal hunger. But he would know better, and know that it was you he needed in order to sate it. 

It appeared that you were entirely spent though. Body limply laying back on the table, as Viktor caressed you. Legs still twitching, the remnants of your climax shooting through your body.

After a moment, you came to. Leaning on your elbows you looked at both of the men, a dopey smile on your face. The two shared a hunger in their eyes. You had a suspicious feeling you wouldn’t be grading exams anytime soon. The thought didn’t bother you. In fact, it only sent shivers up your spine. There was still plenty of fun to be had, and you would accept it all. Even with your surprise guest.

“Three down, nine to go.” You gave an airy laugh as the men’s eyes widened. 

[stari-hun]

No Storm: Time Traveler AU

Isolde’s Normal Girl Adventures and Kakania Learning to Make Healthy Friendships

This is a bit of a world building post to my Isokania story for my janky modern au. It’s a collection of fun (and not so fun) facts about their lives 

Timeline: Isolde and Kakania start college (Isolde 18 / Kakania 19), Graduate (Isolde 20 / Kakania 21), 5 years later as their lives change (Isolde 25 / Kakania 26), Reunion (Isolde 35 / Kakania 36). 

✰. General Facts About The Two

Isolde is a morning person. She dislikes fluorescent lights and she hates the warm glow of candles even more, so she’d rather just wake up early morning and use natural daylight.

Isolde is the type to randomly drop trauma out of nowhere. While she doesn’t think of it as incredibly traumatic, her friends taught her to air out her thoughts instead of letting people never get to know her. 

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Kakania is a midday person. She dislikes early mornings, but also late nights. She’d rather get the most out of any day, but she doesn’t function well waking up at dawn or staying up super late.

While Kakania had much more freedom than Isolde in her childhood, she still didn’t know a lot about sexuality until far later. It took a lot of talks with Blonney and Jessica after graduation, and once she had started her job, that there was more to it than just liking the same or opposite gender. 

Many people in Kakania’s family have had cataracts later in life, so it’s one of her biggest fears. Once she reached her 30s though, she stopped worrying as much over it because of her health insurance and good eye health. 

✰. Friend Group Content: 

Despite using it as an example, cats are wary of Isolde because of her arcane energy. Dogs are downright terrified of her. Jiu has a picture on her phone of a cat purring with Vila and following her around before it realized Isolde was next to her. 

Isolde is impossible to startle by jumpscares in movies or even the tension from psych horrors, but she can still get scared. She struggles a lot when she thinks about the time she lost as a child to possession.

Tooth Fairy was initially going to be the one to teach Isolde to drive, but after Windsong and Vila saw the way she drove. It was quickly decided Windsong would teach her.

Medicine Pocket, Mesmer Jr, and Vertin aren’t scared of Isolde or unnerved at her at all. It gave her a false sense that children weren’t as afraid of her as animals are. She learned of the misunderstanding when Vila asked her to be her TA during a midterm assignment to do a mock lesson with children. They ended up having to reshoot twice before Matilda is able to keep her eyes off of Isolde. 

Once she got used to her however, Matilda had the chance to teach Isolde some divination skills. In turn, Isolde taught Matilda an arcane spell to do with insight which had been passed down in her family. (It has a VERY low chance of working, but in turn it’s the only completely safe arcanum the Dittarsdorf’s preserved.) 

During the time she lived with Tooth Fairy, Isolde worked at Jiu’s tavern because she she had enough knowledge on alcohol from her studies as a Dittarsdorf. 

For a few months, Jiu became really obsessed with spicy food, and the entire group would eat a lot of the hot foods she’d make in the tavern. While Windsong was her biggest challenger in their quest to see who had the best spice tolerance. Isolde ended up winning overall. Even though she hates when food is too spicy to taste, her ability to keep her cool made her seem like the winner before an hour had passed and Tooth ended up giving her 3 fairies to stop the pain.

Isolde is friends with Desert Flannel but only online. They met through Windsong when she was showing Isolde how to navigate the internet properly and upload videos, and Desert Flannel has a side hustle with indie music editing. 

Isolde has met Tooth Fairy’s parents before during Thanksgiving. Isolde, Jiu, Windsong, and Vila went together after being invited by Tooth Fairy’s parents through her. 

Kakania saw the Film Crew around quite a bit during her first year and even in her second, but she never interacted with them because a situation never came up. She never saw Jessica either until after spring break of their second year. It’s one of the few things Blonney is grateful towards Kakania’s insensitivity for. 

Kakania’s first real mutual bond with the film crew was from the fact that she doesn’t scare easily. She grew up with her best friend being in a long line of mediums, so ghosts don’t scare her. She would also get into danger on her excursions, so she was fully aware of how to handle a dangerous situation with both ghosts and humans. An-An and Horropedia spent a solid month before they found a movie that startled her.

Blonney and An-An Lee took Kakania to Jiu's tavern once, but Jiu didn't really recognize her, and Kakania didn't drink. So it wasn't an eventful incident enough for any of them to remember.

Shortly after graduation, Blonney got into marathon running. Jessica, Blonney, and Kakania completed a few runs over the years until Blonney began working as a director, and Jessica as an actor. But Kakania kept up running even after they stopped marathon prepping, she’s even won first place in a few runs in London. 

Kakania started a therapist twice a month after starting her work at the SPDM. They frequently scold her for ignoring her own signs of stress and the way she hurts herself by exhaustion when she feels frustrated. Whenever Kakania feels like she’s made a huge mistake, she jumps into helping people as much as possible, even when it's hurting her, until the episode has passed.

Vila and Kakania have run into each other on occasion from Kakania being the children in her classes' therapist. Even though she had been on somewhat friendly terms with Tooth Fairy as a coworker, Vila had no plans of making the same kind of friendly truce between her.

Kakania has heard of how Isolde is doing, just without her knowledge and not from Tooth Fairy. An-An Lee got really interested in Isolde for a good amount of time after she did an interview for a news station on what it was like being a Dittarsdorf and around ghosts all the time. An An took it as a good learning opportunity and even kept up with her for a while when she’d answer questions on social media. 

✰. Already Settled into their Lives Apart 

By the time Isolde was 25, she had started having wards sewn into all of her custom clothing in order to ward off possession after a particular episode revealed to her therapist her habit of using it to cope. She’s powerful enough either way that if she was in a serious amount of danger to need possession, she could drag a ghost into her past the wards, but they’d still give her more control over the possession than she’d have without. 

✰. Bonus ! 

At one point after their reunion, Kakania and Isolde go back to Vienna together, and Kakania realizes that nostalgia is what had made the Austrian food in New York taste good.