#what study proves that? mmh?

[tosteur-gluteal]

The

The MLB au brainworms...

[distopea]

Watching Sullivan attacking his food was like witnessing an unsure animal going for the leftovers left in the garden. He was greedy, stuffing his cheeks with no ceremony while he barely had time to swallow. Kaizen was slower on his side; he was hungry, but it was controllable. There was no rush after all; after that breakfast he would certainly head to the swimming pool for his daily exercises and leave Sullivan under supervision while he would get new clothes and perhaps a bit more sleep. He casually picked the food with his fork, distracted for one second by a few texts from Gambit. Apparently, they were having a meeting with Diego later at night - already a headache. But a new spa building will be added to the Cleaners’ collection in the Nebula. 

“Mmh.” Kaizen grunted to signify that he was still listening. He was quick to notice that Sullivan was afraid to see the doctor again. Kaizen shoved another pancake and offered a chuckle. It was almost amusing the way he could look like a shivering rabbit. “Yeah, doctor.” He answered with a firm tone and pointed his plastic fork at Sullivan’s face. “Shut it. That stuff doesn’t heal by itself.” He paused before he cocked his head aside, slightly mocking his attitude. “Need to use a broom, nah? How would you do?” And there was no use in keeping someone injured around. The Cleaners might be severe in their policy, they weren’t monsters with their escorts. 

But Kaizen was quick to forget about the doctor when Sullivan started to blush like a new virgin girl at the mention of lingerie. His little satisfied smirk kept growing while he observed how such a grown-up man could act like a profound prudish girl. He clipped his hand under his chin, resting his elbow on the top of the couch, while he observed him intensely. He was just teasing, but with Sullivan, it seemed super easy to provoke quite intense reactions on his side. If his buttons were so effortless to find, surely, Kaizen knew he would keep going just for sports and fun. He grabbed the magazine again, and eventually sighed. Yeah, that was slightly disappointing, but he was aware that he couldn’t move around the Amazon Club always in lingerie. 

“Jeans. Sweaters. Boring, nah?” He challenged Sullivan, as if he wasn’t someone who was always wearing simple stuff himself. “Kidding, kidding.” He preferred to say before he threw the magazine back onto the man’s lap. “Pick whatever you want.” He assured before he gave him a head pat. “Pants, whatever. Just buy nice stuff for evening work.” He thought about the male escorts; they weren’t crossdressing, but they had nice and sexy outfits with see-through shirts and slimmer pants. “Ask the escorts. They’ll help.” He nodded and eventually pushed his plate aside. 

“No dress code. Unless clients ask.” He specified before he eventually stood back up and skirted his desk again, finding his favorite butterfly knife. “Gotta go now.” He paused before he moved back to the couch. What he wanted to say would be more than two words for sure. “I’ll tell the girls to call for the doctor.” He squatted in front of Sullivan, piercing chestnut eyes on him. “Rest, today. Tonight, you will escort me. Trial work, okay?” He said and pressed his hand onto his thigh. “You'll meet Gambit. Diego too. We have new clients to study with. You open your ears, and you listen, okay?” He straightened himself back up, and gently tapped Sully’s cheek. “Gotta prove your worth.” 

He didn't need to be commanded to eat, only permission. The second he knew it was safe, he reached over for his little pile of pancakes, poured syrups over them, and dug in. Cheeks stuffed like a hamster, making sure to give it plenty of chews before swallow in gratitude for the meal. The poor things didn't have a chance to absorb the syrup, being demolished by Sullivan and his voracious appetite.

Only after getting half of the pancakes into his stomach was he interested in the magazines. He was shyly wandering through the pages with one hand still balancing his fork. He didn't know how freely he could choose. If this was just inspiration or a joke. Nevertheless, he was using his fingers to bookmark pages that he liked and continued to move through the magazines with a thumb, albeit a bit clumsily once he made it to four saved pages.

Casual conversation was welcome as well. Bacon and eggs were Requiem's preferred food. In his head, he was answering that he loved katsu curry and apple pie, but he didn't have the courage to let it come out of his mouth. "I-I don't have to see the doctor again, do I? I can just brace it. Um. That seems less trouble." He continued to indulge in his meal...until Requiem decided to start teasing. Or. He thought it was teasing?

Lingerie was presented and immediately Sullivan's face pinkened. An odd reaction for someone that had worked as a sex worker for a few years now, but...it was more so that it was Requiem showing them. Pretty boy rang in his head more than he liked, the fact he thought of himself in the outfits distasteful at the moment. There was unfortunately the default emotion to give him what he wanted, even if that idea scared him right now. So he frowned unknowingly, trying to instead show his choices.

"I like, um--I like things like this." He mumbled, pushing the first page towards Requiem. They were simple outfits. Sweaters for the most part. In case he was expected to wear dress clothes, he gave a couple examples of vested dress shirts. He had yet to see any of the workers here. Truly it had only been Requiem. He wanted to show off brighter colors, but something told him that this place wasn't about to let him run around in pastels. He missed them. So he opted for neutral colors, getting adventurous with some light greys when it came to the dress vests. "I would really like pants..." There was a dumb reason. Well. Sort of. He peeked at Kaizen. "M-my thighs rub together and chafe in dresses so they're not my favorite everyday wear."

"Is there a dress code here? It seems really organized, so...I-I just assume that staff would be wearing things similar to each other?"

[choogoo]

Heyy I love your art and interpretation of the Mob Psycho as! au!! What do you think the dynamic between as! Ritsu & Reigen would be like?

Mmh, I believe as!Reigen would be annoying to him, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not lmao. But still, I think as!Ritsu can relate to him in some way. The both of them feel the pressure of living up to people's expectations.

Ritsu still being in college studying something he didn't really like that much, but felt like the right choice for a successful future, and Reigen always trying his hardest to prove he's competent enough to his family, as he's seen to be this gifted student and talented kid. (this is mostly a headcanon lol, although it was mentioned in the manga once that Reigen had good grades when he was a child)

Also, sorta unrelated, but I can picture Ritsu being kind of a teacher to Reigen whenever he's struggling with his assignments. Mob tried to help him too, but those math problems...

[bubbledumbbinch]

Some oral headcanons for Riddle, Idia and Epel (if you write smut for him). Both giving and receiving please 🔥🔥

Woohoo!!!! First ask EVER!!!! I hope u enjoy it aaaah, the reader in this scenario has no specific pronouns but fem body parts, since that’s what I’m most comfy writing with rn ;v; i will try to keep getting better the more i write!

A/N: This piece of writing is purely 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

Giving

Riddle has never given oral, but he is fueled by his desire to please you!!

He offers it as some kind of reward for doing so well on an exam he helped you study for

Now, Riddle has certainly passed by the human anatomy images in textbooks and read about each person’s sexual body parts, learning about it in a very educational way. He usually blushed when he looked at the detailed images and quickly turns the pages.

Riddle would have researched different ways on how to please you before actually initiating anything; he wouldn’t want to completely blow it (pun intended) with you.

But learning about things in a book and actually practicing it would be completely different, he’ll come to find out!

He lets you sit on the edge of his bed while he kneels down in front of you, looking up at your face as he pulls your pants and underwear off

Riddle turns almost as red as his hair when he finally sees your leaking cunt, excited that he made you feel this way!

He watches your face intently as he listens to the noises you make, taking your body language into great consideration.

He focuses his energy on your clit and spends time building you up to your release

Riddle moans lightly as you cum, still licking you as you ride out your high

He wipes his mouth as he comes up to kiss you sweetly, teasingly asking you how it was, the smug bastard KNOWS he made you feel so good

Secretly plans on doing it more often because he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure because of him.

“Ah, my rose... did you enjoy that?” The redhead asked smugly, smirking at your form as he raises his head up. “I believe you really did, by the way you made such a mess on me...”

Receiving

Surprise surprise, Riddle ALSO has never received head!

Is a blushing mess when you offer it so casually during a heated makeout session!! But he can’t deny his beautiful rose, can he?

He remains seated on his chair as you knelt down on the floor, undoing his belt and pulling his bottoms down.

He’s extremely embarrassed because, he’s a bit average if not less than the average. Riddle’s worried you would judge him in that department, but when you stroke the precum leaking out of him with your finger he lets go of all of those doubts!

He can’t help but let out a groan and throw his head back when you give his cock a kitten lick from the base to the tip and then engulf him in your mouth.

Riddle tries to be quiet but you can hear his little gasps and you look up to see his eyes glazed in pleasure.

You also can’t help but let your hands explore his body,

He feels like he can’t control himself and grips your hair in his fingers, releasing in your mouth

If you swallow his cum, expect Riddle to freak out the first time, him completely flustered !! But also secretly turned on 😏

“Mmh,! S-so good...” Riddle’s panting as he finished. “E-eh?! You swallowed?! Why?!!” His face is burning by now. “My rose, let’s wash down that flavor with a sweet tart now, hm?”

Idia Shroud x Reader

Giving

It starts out with the two of you by yourselves in his room, sitting on the floor and playing games

Idia notices the way your thighs look thicker when you are sitting in a certain position, reminding him of a certain set of lewd doujinshi images he has masturbated to a few times

You catch Idia staring, fixated at your thighs and quickly catch on

You have to be the one to initiate anything since you know Idia is not the type to!

When you get up to lay down on his bed, Idia actually manages, somehow, to ask you to sit on his face! You’re surprised he would even initiate anything at all!

You’re embarrassed but seeing the way his eyes look so lustful when you lower your hips to meet his mouth, it spurs you on and gives you some confidence!

He lowkey wants you to suffocate him with your thighs..... he won’t tell you that in person though!

Idia hasn’t done this before, but he has watched a lot of hentai scenes of eating out, so he tries to mimic the same actions and is met with your high pitch moans!

When he feels you squeezing his head when you’re close to cumming he uses his hands to keep you in place, not letting you pull away

When he sees and hears you orgasm he swears he could just die a happy man right then and there!!

“A-ah.. this was so much better than my fantasies.... Y/N, you truly are my SSR character...” you heard Idia muttering into your thighs as he lays there, looking even more happy than you were at the moment! You had to wonder, “was this for my enjoyment or his?”

Receiving

Idia would definitely want you to give him head while he is gaming or coding 👀

Personally I see him as really horny but never brave enough to really initiate things verbally

Idia would have a pink flush on his face as he asks if you could suck him off

He makes sure that he was able to tell Ortho to go out and run some errands for the dorm which he knew would take a little while

He would probably be on his gaming chair, with you on your knees in front of him

Idia would bite his shirt or the sleeve of it while feeling you lick at his cock, sighing heavily once you start to pick up your speed

If he is gaming though, he turns off his mic and releases short gasps and sighs of pleasure, trying to prove he is great at what he’s doing by being distracted but still winning

He would definitely tell you when he was close to cumming, planning to pull out. Depending on if you decide to swallow or have him pull out, either scenario would be a win for him.

The idea of having his seed in your mouth or painting your pretty face only serves to turn him on more :)

By the way DEFINITELY don’t tease him by saying you’ll wear kitten ears the next time you blow him, he will be adding them to his online shopping cart within the next .5 seconds

“Oh- Oh Great Seven- That was close..!” Idia groans, accompanied by the sounds of his rapid movement on his controllers. Once he notices you swallow his cum, he instantly turns pink and you swore his hair flashes red for a moment! “I-..... you didn’t need to... do that..” he turns away from your gaze.

Epel Felmier x Reader

Giving

Epel definitely wants to prove he’s a man who can provide to his partner!!

He would not be forceful, but offer to treat you and take an initiative! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Epel gives you plush pillows to lay down on his bed and makes sure to have his apple scented candles on to set the mood~

He secretly asked Rook for advice but you don’t need to know that LOL

Epel is definitely the type to be shy internally but tries to cover up that fact by trying to be dominant, but not too over the top. He wants to be respectful of your boundaries

Epel will try to use his fingers as well - using them to tease your nipples or play with your dripping hole~

Rook told him to do that LOL

When you look down you’re met with the lavender haired boy looking up into your eyes with a determined yet lustful gaze, cheeks tinged with pink ❤️

When he finally brings you close to your release, he works his pink tongue more aggressively as he watches you come undone~

What a hardworking farm boy! We love :)

“Well, how was that? Wasn’t that something a real man would do for his woman?” He asked you, a big grin on his face when you nod your head and smile at him.

Receiving

You totally catch Epel off guard when you ask to give him a blowjob!!

He became a blushing mess and was shy, at first.

However, you sorta made him a bit mad and told him his dick was cute, no matter how big it was, describing HOW it was cute in great detail!

Epel tried to conceal his feelings but once he felt you wrap your lips around the tip of his dick, he lost himself.

He grabbed your head a bit roughly, “I’ll show you how cute I can be...” as he fucked your face (with your consent!)

Hey, you know the repercussions of calling him cute, and how much he hates it!

If he notices you don’t like how rough he’s being, he will stop being rough once he notices your body language and if there are tears pricking your eyes he gets pretty worried!

However if you DO like it, Epel will definitely keep going at it, and fuck your face faster once he feels his release coming.

You look up at his face while he released inside your mouth and you see his eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Epel’s releasing moans that are throaty and similar to his “real” voice he hides from everyone.

He’s a blushing, panting mess once you’re through with him!

“Sh-shit!!” Epel grips your hair tightly as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat, simultaneously releasing his seed and showing his dominance. “You... were amazing...” he pants, too tired out to even care about how he sounded at the moment.

[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 2

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader, some wonwoo x reader

Word Count: 6k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: cyber sex lol, angst, CHEATING, grinding, oral (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, mingyu is just sweet and it makes me sad, kinda fluff?

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: i really self indulged on this one... man i just wanna fuck frat boy mingyu is that too much to ask... anyways PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS CHAPTER I PUT A LOT MORE TIME INTO THIS ONE so feedback would be very appreciated <3

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Sunlight peeked through your blinds the next morning, stirring you awake. You opened your eyes and snapped them shut again as the glare of the sun blinded you. Yawning, you reached for your phone and squinted at the pile of unread messages from Jisoo that had built up over the span of last night.

Jisoo: omg what u were here for like 2 seconds :(

Sent at 10:49 PM

Jisoo: i hope u feel better babe

Sent at 10:49 PM

Jisoo: wait

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: did something happen with wonwoo

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: i swear if he's mad at you for being a normal college student...

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: bitch answerrrrr :(

Sent at 10:53 PM

Jisoo: i'm staying the night somewhere i hope ur feeling okay <3 pls update me when u wake up

Sent at 12:06 AM

You laughed under your breath as you realized that it was 10 AM and Jisoo's side of the room still remained empty. From how last night was going, you could only assume that she was somewhere with Seungcheol. Classic Jisoo, you thought to yourself.

Just as you sat up in bed, your phone vibrated with another notification. You glanced down, expecting another text from Jisoo, but your eyes lit up as you saw Wonwoo's name on the screen instead.

Wonwoo: good morning :) do you wanna facetime?

Sent at 10:27 AM

Without replying, you quickly opened up your laptop and called Wonwoo. He answered after a few rings, his face filling the screen for the first time in a month.

"That was fast," He laughed. He must had just woken up because his voice always had a distinct rasp in the morning. His glasses also still rested on his nose and you could see his bare chest at the edge of the frame.

You smiled warmly. "I've missed you," you said, leaning closer to the camera.

"I missed you too," he gave you a toothless smile and ran a hand over his face. "I'm sorry I kept ditching you."

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I understand."

You stared at him for a moment, neither of you speaking; you almost didn't know what to say. After all this time, you felt like you didn't know anything that was going on in his life anymore. It was tearing at you slowly. You were watching your own boyfriend become a stranger to you.

Luckily, Wonwoo broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I just woke up. I need to shower."

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively and chuckled. "Oh?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you snickered. Wonwoo rested his arm behind his head and smirked at you.

"Can you blame me? I haven't been inside you in so long." He groaned. You felt your face burn at his bluntness. You looked down at your hands, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because he quickly asked, "Your roommate isn't there, right?"

"No," you replied, gazing back up at his face.

"Why're you so shy?" He grinned devilishly.

"I'm not," you protested. You began to toy with the bottom of the big tee shirt you were wearing.

Wonwoo sighed loudly. "I'm horny."

"I can tell." You replied with a chuckle. You slowly pulled the hem of your shirt up farther until your underwear could be seen. Wonwoo noticed this, biting his lip.

"Fuck," he breathed, "I miss your tight little pussy." Your skin heated up with each word he spoke. You watched as he removed his arm from behind his head; your mind instantly filled with images of him stroking himself. "Touch yourself for me." Wonwoo demanded.

Without a word, you leaned back against your pillows and slowly spread your legs for the camera. The wetness between your thighs was so intense at this point that your underwear was clinging to your folds.

Wonwoo let out a deep groan as he touched himself off camera. Your skin flushed even further as you watched his face contort in pleasure. "Take off your shirt," he muttered.

You obeyed, pulling the fabric over your head and leaving yourself mostly exposed. Your breasts bounced in view of the camera as you leaned forward and pulled your underwear down your legs. Wonwoo moaned, his head leaning back and exposing the veins in his neck. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum already."

You giggled and leaned back against the pillows again, this time exposing your nude body to him. You dragged your hand down to your heat and began to run your fingers through your folds. You let out a whine at the long-awaited contact. Your other hand squeezed at your breast, stimulating your sensitive nipples.

"Shit," Wonwoo hissed, "If I was there I'd be fucking you so hard. Making you moan my name for everyone to hear." You felt yourself clench at his filthy words. You bit your lip and rubbed your clit in circles.

"Mmh, shit." You moaned. "I miss you so much. Miss feeling your cock inside me." You heard Wonwoo's breathing grow heavier on his end of the line. You could tell he was going to cum soon. You pushed two fingers inside you, desperate to release.

Curling and scissoring your fingers deep inside you, intense pleasure began to take over your body. You threw your head back and whined loudly as you felt your orgasm approach. "Wonwoo," you moaned.

Wonwoo let out a choked moan at the sound of you moaning his name. "Fu- I'm cumming," he stuttered as he finally released.

You continued to pump your fingers inside of you while Wonwoo started to slow his breathing again. "Cum, baby," he said. You brought your other hand down to your clit and rubbed it in figure eights. Your legs twitched with pleasure, your walls clenching and pulsing around your fingers.

You cried out as your orgasm finally washed over you, your head falling back against the pillows behind you. You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds as you basked in the pleasure. Your heavy breathing began to calm.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Wonwoo wiping his hand with a tissue. He glanced at you and smiled. "Now that," he whistled as he laid back down against his mattress, "was unbelievably hot."

Your cheeks burned and you reached for your shirt to pull back over your head. "We should do that more often," he said.

You laughed. "Maybe."

Wonwoo sat up after a moment. "What time is it?" He asked.

You glanced at the clock. "Almost 11."

He groaned in frustration. "Fuck, I have to go. I have a group study soon."

"Oh," you replied.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly as he rose out of bed. "I'll call you Saturday, okay? I love you." You nodded silently.

"I love you too," you said right as he ended the call.

And then you were left alone, with sweat sticking to your skin and your soaked underwear balled up next to you. You shut your laptop and sat in silence for a few moments, staring out the window as you felt disappointment settle over you.

That was the first time you had seen his face in a month. Hell, that was the first full conversation you two had shared in so long. And it was over as quickly as it had begun.

Anxiety coursed through your veins. Was that all you had become to your boyfriend now? Just a number that he could call when he wanted to get off? Were you no longer someone he confided in?

You shook yourself out of your worried thoughts. Finally, you stood and walked over to the bathroom, your legs still a little weak beneath you, and turned the shower water on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror while you waited for the water to heat up. Your mind flashed with images of last night—of Mingyu staring down at you, his lips nearly brushing against yours, and the sound of you moaning his name.

You had told yourself that it had only affected you because you missed Wonwoo. Then how were you still left feeling unsatisfied after what just happened between you two?

Things were not the same as they once were, you noted as you stepped under the stream of hot water.

When you walked into your digital media class on Tuesday morning, you were hyperaware of each little movement you made. You kept your gaze fixated on the ground and carefully trotted up the stairs until you reached the row you always sat in. Glancing up, you saw Mingyu through the corner of your eye, his attention captured by his phone.

The sound of you setting your bag down was enough to pull him away from his device and look over at you. You sat down and stared forward, refusing to make eye contact with him. Your face started to burn in embarrassment; you didn’t know how you were going to make it through this class.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Saturday,” he paused, “I was drinking and I didn’t know what I was doing.” He said, breaking the silence. You forced yourself to finally look at him. He was back in his usual state: clean, pushed back hair and muscles concealed by his hoodie. You could see genuine remorse in the shine of his eyes and in the slight pout of his lip.

You shook your head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” You reassured him. His troubled expression seemed to lighten up a bit at your words. He gave you a small smile and nodded his head.

“Good. Otherwise this class would’ve been a lot more awkward.” He chuckled and returned his attention to his phone.

You observed him for a minute, noticing the way he chewed on his bottom lip in concentration. Your body flushed again as you thought about his lips: how close they were to yours, the words they whispered to you, how you imagined they would feel against you skin. You tore your gaze away from Mingyu, your heart beating a little faster than before.

You needed to get a grip. There was no way you were going to make it through the rest of this semester if you spent every class getting flustered while reminiscing your half-asleep-wet-dream-fantasy of Mingyu.

Sighing and choosing to ignore the pressing thoughts in the back of your mind, you pulled out your laptop and buried yourself in your notes until the professor strolled into the room and began the lecture.

You managed to successfully ignore Mingyu’s presence for most of the class, despite him sitting only a few feet to your side. You were only reminded of his existence again when your professor announced: “We will be working on a project for the next week. Everybody needs a partner.”

You and Mingyu glanced at each other, as the two of you normally collaborated on assignments in class. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up before you returned your attention to the professor.

“You will write two articles on events or people in the community. For the first, one of you will write and the other will be responsible for photography. For the second, you switch.” He explained briefly.

The lecture came to an end a few minutes later, and the room instantly started buzzing with conversation as students stood up and scrambled to find partners. You turned to Mingyu and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“I guess I should get your number so we can talk about the project?” Mingyu suggested, pulling out his phone.

“Uh... yeah, okay,” You replied awkwardly as you typed your number into his phone. You cursed yourself internally for letting this happen. This class used to be fun: you and Mingyu casually talked and exchanged answers and cracked jokes with each other and that was that. You didn’t know much about his life, and you didn’t need to. Hell, you didn’t even know he was part of a fraternity. But now that was all ruined. You couldn’t even look at him without feeling small and awkward. And all of this was to blame on some cheap alcohol and your stupid hormones.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts as you handed Mingyu’s phone back to him. “So, do you have any ideas?” You prompted.

Mingyu’s face contorted as he thought for a moment. “Um, my frat’s doing some charity event this week,” he said. When you didn’t respond for a moment, he panicked and added, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. We can just-“

“It’s perfect.” You cut him off, snickering at his uncertainty. “Since you know more about it, you can write that one, and I can come and take pictures.” Relief flooded his features and he let out a breath. “When is it?” You asked.

“Thursday.”

“I’ll see you there, then,” you smiled.

The next day passed quickly and before you knew it, the evening of the fundraiser had arrived. You and Mingyu had texted casually the past couple of days; he just gave you details on the fundraiser and tried to come up with an article idea for you.

You strolled through campus on that Thursday afternoon, wrapping your denim jacket around your torso a little tighter as a chilled breeze blew through the air. The brisk atmosphere of late autumn was finally starting to settle in. You quickened your pace, wanting to reach the university quad before you froze.

As you neared the quad, you could hear distant chatter and laughter. You rounded the corner and took in the view of the surprisingly large crowd that gathered near the booth the SVT frat had set up. They were having a raffle for a voucher for free textbooks. Whoever came up with the idea was genius; you couldn’t think of a better way to get broke college students to participate in something.

You walked up to the booth, camera bag in hand, and immediately recognized the boy sitting behind it. It was Seokmin. His eyes lit up as he saw your familiar face. “Hey! Y/N, right?” He greeted you. You told him yes and smiled before greeting him back.

“Do you know where Mingyu is?” You asked, scanning over your shoulder for the tall boy.

Seokmin squinted as he stood up and looked around the quad. “Uh, he was somewhere around here earlier.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “He’s probably off being an idiot.” You laughed and fiddled with the camera in your hands.

Just as you were about to ask if you could take a picture, someone shook your shoulders from behind. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” Jisoo bounced in front of you, Seungcheol by her side.

“Jisoo? I didn’t realize you were a member of the frat now?” You joked before holding up the camera. “I have to take pictures for a class project.” You explained.

Seungcheol wrapped his arm around Jisoo’s waist and said, “You can take a picture of us.” She agreed excitedly, already posing and smiling before you even pulled out the camera.

You stepped back and looked through the lens, making sure that the booth was visible in the background. “Okay, say cheese!” You said as you snapped the picture.

A pair of hands then poked you in your sides, causing you to yelp loudly and nearly drop the camera. You whipped your head around and saw Mingyu’s taunting face smirking down at you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“God, you scared me! You’re lucky I didn’t drop the camera.” You cried, playfully smacking him in the arm.

Mingyu held his hands up next to his face in defense. “Woah, sorry. My bad.” He chuckled. Jisoo and Seungcheol approached you two, butting in on your conversation.

“You know Mingyu?” Seungcheol asked, glancing between you two and raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we’re partners for a project.” Mingyu explained briefly while checking over his shoulder. He turned to you. “Let’s go take these pictures fast, yeah? It’s kinda cold.” Before you could even respond, he linked his arm with yours and walked you away from the booth and into the small crowd of students.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him. “We got out of there fast.” You noted.

Mingyu sighed. “Yeah, sorry. Cheol’s just weird about certain stuff.”

You were even more confused now. “What do you mean?”

“He just like- he tries to set me up with people all the time and I don’t want him the get the wrong idea of us.” He dismissed quickly before saying: “Why don’t you get some pictures of the people standing around here? Just take a few. We don’t need that many.”

“Oh... okay.” You responded hesitantly. You lifted the camera up again and snapped a couple more pictures of students conversing and walking up to the booth to buy raffle tickets. Mingyu stood next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, impatiently tapping his foot. He flashed you a relieved smile when you turned to him.

“All done?”

“We should be.” You replied while placing the camera back in the bag.

“Okay, we can go back to the house and work on the article together,” he said, “there’s gonna be some people from here hanging around there later but they shouldn’t be too loud.”

You agreed and began walking with him towards the SVT frat house. The sun was beginning to set now, and the air nipped at your exposed skin as the temperature continued to drop. You stared down at your shoes while you walked, your mind still fixating on Mingyu’s strange behavior.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to ask: “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s eyes met with yours. Confusion overtook his features in response to your question. “Yeah?” He chuckled.

“Sorry,” you spoke, “you were just acting weird earlier.”

Mingyu sighed and stared ahead silently for a moment. “I don’t know,” he started, “I guess I just still feel bad about last weekend.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you revisited the memory once again.

“Sorry for bringing it up again. I know we should probably just move on already cause it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just... feel like I overstepped. So... I’m sorry.” He rambled.

You looked up at him again. “You don’t have to feel bad. I’m not mad at you.” You exhaled. “But you’re right... we should just move on.”

Mingyu gave you a small nod before changing the subject. “Did you figure out an article idea yet?”

You shook your head. “No, but it’ll be fine. There’s so much that goes on around campus.”

Your conversation slowly died out, but thankfully you arrived at the SVT frat shortly after. Mingyu opened the front door and allowed you to step through before walking in behind you and shutting it. The house was warm; you shivered as your skin adjusted to the change in temperature. You slipped your shoes off and stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to guide you through the house.

Mingyu led you to the dining room, crying out as he rounded the corner. “Seriously, Seungkwan?” He huffed.

A boy sat at the head of the table, textbooks sprawled across the surface. A few other people sat at the table with notebooks and laptops in front of them, watching Mingyu with confused expressions on their faces.

The boy—Seungkwan—stood up from his chair with his jaw dropped. “What do you mean ‘seriously, Seungkwan’?” He mocked Mingyu’s deep voice. “You know I have group study every Thursday!” He cried.

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He responded.

Seungkwan sat back down and calmly resumed his studies as if nothing had happened. You assumed that this must be typical behavior between the two. Staring at Mingyu with wide eyes, he turned to you.

“Is it fine if we go work on it in my room?” He asked, his voice lowered.

You felt blood rush through your ears. You swallowed. “Yeah,” you exhaled.

Mingyu led you up the stairs and down the hall. When he opened the door to his room, you were surprised by how clean it was. Everything was organized neatly and the room smelled fresh.

You heard the door click shut behind you, and your heart started beating faster.

“We can just sit on the floor,” Mingyu spoke. His deep voice startled you a bit. You walked further into the room and sat down with your legs crossed, resting your back against his bed frame as you set the camera down next to you. Mingyu sat down, his knee only a few inches away from yours.

Reaching behind his head for the laptop sitting on his bed, he pulled it into his lap and opened up the article.

“I’m not completely done yet.” He smiled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine. You’re farther than I am.” You reassured him while you took the camera out of the bag again.

He laughed, “That’s true.” You placed the camera in his hands. “Alright, let me just get these pictures pulled up on here.”

You nodded and looked down as you played with your hands. You began to wonder what Wonwoo would think if he knew that you were in some other guy’s room right now.

You frowned and pulled your phone out of your pocket. You opened up your messages and went to send a text to Wonwoo when you realized that the message you had sent him last night was still unread. A dark, heavy feeling settled over your chest. Why did he act as if you didn’t exist anymore? Why would he suggest doing long distance when he couldn’t even commit to it?

You shut your phone off and set it on the floor next to you, staring forward. You exhaled, trying to stop the tightness growing in your throat.

Mingyu was leaned over his computer, his lips pursed in concentration. The definition of his triceps was visible through his sweatshirt. “These pictures actually didn’t turn out too horrible.” He said after a few moments of silence.

You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He brought his gaze to meet yours, a teasing smile on his lips. “No, they’re actually good.”

“Thanks,” you squeaked, the intensity of his gaze making you nervous. You felt blood rush through your veins. You broke eye contact, glancing down at his nose, and then at his lips that were parted slightly. You quickly looked up to his eyes again, but now they held a knowing look in them. He knew exactly what thoughts were going through your mind.

You inched closer to him, your breath getting caught in your throat as you noticed him bringing his face closer to yours. Your heart raced as you fluttered your eyes shut. His lips brushed against yours and you leaned closer, but then you felt him pull away.

“Do you really have a boyfriend?” He asked.

You sighed, opening your eyes slowly and looking into his concerned ones again. You pressed your lips into a line and looked down shamefully.

“I do,” you admitted. That tight feeling in your throat began to come back. Mingyu was silent. “I’m sorry.”

As you spoke your voice cracked and tears began to spill from your eyes. You felt Mingyu’s warm, soft skin caress your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. You looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Hey. Shhh, don’t cry.” He whispered. His brows were furrowed in concern as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “You can talk to me about it. I’ll listen.”

God, how you hated that he knew exactly what to do and what to say. You hated that he was giving you everything you had craved the past two months without even realizing it. You hated how he made it so easy to confide in him when you had a boyfriend that was supposed to be there for you instead—a boyfriend that was becoming a stranger to you.

You closed your eyes, causing more tears to fall down your face. “I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice a broken whisper.

You inhaled a shaky breath. “We’re long distance. But he barely talks to me anymore.” You explained. You brought your hand up to hold the wrist that was still caressing your face. “I just feel so alone. It feels like he’s given up on me.”

Mingyu was silent. The only audible sound in the room was your uneven breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, “you deserve better than that.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his sweet words.

“What do you want?” He questioned.

You opened your eyes. You were no longer crying, but your face was still wet with tears. Mingyu was staring at you with that same concerned look: eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide and conflicted, lips slightly parted.

“I just want someone to care.” You muttered.

He brought his face closer to yours again. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and his eyes were half shut as he whispered: “I can take care of you.”

Your breath hitched.

“Do you want that?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Mingyu finally brought his lips to yours, kissing you hard and passionately. He left slow, open-mouthed kisses against your lips. The hand on your face gently squeezed, puckering out your lips as he continued to kiss them.

You brought your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks as he pulled you into his lap. Your hips rested on top of his, straddling him, and you felt his tongue dart out against your lips. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

You ground your core into his lap, feeling his length begin to harden beneath the fabric of his jeans. He groaned into your mouth as you continued to move your hips back and forth.

This is all that you had wanted: someone to care for you, to touch you, to pay attention to you and make you feel wanted.

Mingyu brought both of his hands down to your hips, pushing you down against him as he lifted his hips up towards you. “Let me make you feel good,” he muttered against your lips.

You exhaled shakily, feeling the growing wetness between your legs. “Okay,” you whispered.

He placed his hands on your ass, roughly squeezing the soft flesh between his hands. You circled your hips again, letting out a quiet moan as his hard cock brushed against your clothed clit.

He pulled his lips away from yours. “Stand up,” he said quickly. You obeyed, peeled yourself off of him, and stood expectantly as he stood up from the floor himself. You could see the outline of his cock in his jeans as he rose. He towered over you now, making you feel small beneath him. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded silently and he pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear. He lifted the fabric up, pulling it over your head and exposing your body to him. His hands brushed against your waist, making goosebumps form on your skin. “Lay down,” he demanded.

You sat down at the edge of his mattress and laid on your back, bunching your legs up at the edge of the bed. He leaned over your body, caging you in by resting both of his forearms on either side of you, and placed another kiss to your lips. Just as he began to kiss down to your neck, he pressed his hardness against your center. You let out a whimper at the contact.

He nibbled and sucked at the soft skin of your neck, causing your entire body to tingle. You leaned your head back, exposing more of your neck to him, and your eyes rolled back into your head at the pleasure.

“Mingyu,” you whimpered. He pressed his clothed length against you again.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He placed more open-mouthed kisses against your neck as he ran one of his hands down your stomach. He brought his hand up again and squeezed your breast through your bra.

He pulled away from your neck, looking down hungrily at your chest. You noticed this and complied to his wishes by arching your back against the bed. He brought his hands behind you, unhooking your bra before pulling it off of you slowly. He exhaled as he stared at your bare chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. You felt heat rush to your face at the compliment. Before you could say anything, he brought his mouth down to your breast, sucking and flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. You gasped. At this point you were so turned on you were sure that your arousal had already soaked through your leggings. He squeezed your other breast with his hand, and you arched your back again as you moaned.

Mingyu pushed himself up, staring into your eyes with his lust-filled ones. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled away, nearing your core. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your leggings. He looked to you for approval, and you nodded your head rapidly.

He tugged your pants down quickly and slid them off your legs, leaving you in only your underwear. He could see the wet spot on the fabric; he brought his fingers to the cloth and pressed it against your clit. Your legs twitched and you gasped quietly.

Mingyu chuckled. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He licked his lips, and you could see the pride in his gaze as he slipped his fingers beneath your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

He brought his face close to your center, smirking before finally bringing his tongue to you and licking a strip up to your clit.

You let out a choked moan and your legs shut naturally, but Mingyu placed both of his hands on your knees and spread you open for him again. He placed a soft kiss on your clit before sucking on it harshly. Your hips jerked up and you cried out.

He looked up at your from between your thighs, an alarmed look on his face. “You have to be quiet, baby. There’s people downstairs.” He went back to sucking on your clit right after.

You pressed your lips together, trying to contain your moans, and they came out as heavy pants and muffled whimpers instead.

Mingyu brought his fingers to your core, teasing your entrance. He flicked his tongue against your clit as he pushed a finger into you and curled it deep inside you. You arched your back and cried out, “Fuck!”

As the pleasure continued to grow, you brought your hands down to his hair again, tugging each time he pumped and curled his finger in you. He moaned against your core, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head.

He pushed in another finger, scissoring them deep inside you. You could hear the filthy sounds of his fingers pumping into your wetness.

“M-Mingyu,” you moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

He smirked against your core before resuming his ministrations of his tongue against your clit. He pumped his fingers into you faster and curled them with each thrust.

The pressure in your lower stomach was growing fast. Your legs began to shake as the pleasure built, and when Mingyu pushed his fingers deep into your core, you felt the knot snap.

You threw your head back as intense pleasure washed over your entire body. Your legs convulsed and you couldn’t hold back a particularly loud moan. Mingyu continued to pump his fingers into you slowly as you rode out your orgasm.

When the pleasure subsided, he pulled his fingers out of you, keeping eye contact with you as he placed them in his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was so dirty that you whimpered softly. He leaned over you again, kissing you one last time, allowing you to taste yourself.

He rolled over, laying next to you on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “How was that?” He asked.

“Good,” you breathed, “really fucking good.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’m glad I could help.”

You sat up, glancing at the obvious boner that still strained against his jeans. “What about you?” You prompted.

“I’m fine. It’ll go away.” He dismissed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Just lay down with me.”

You bit your lip, thinking for a moment before palming him through his jeans. “But I wanna make you feel good. It’s only fair.”

He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking up a bit. “Shit,” he muttered, removing his arm and placing it behind his head.

He watched you with half-lidded eyes as you fumbled with the button of his pants. You pulled them down, reaching your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It was big. Really big. You were honestly worried if you were going to be able to fit it in your mouth. You stared at it for a moment, wide-eyed.

Mingyu looked down at you and giggled. “Well? Do something.”

You pumped your hand up his shaft, swiping over the tip and collecting the pre-cum that was leaking out. You pumped him a few times before situating yourself between his legs and bringing your lips down to his tip.

You rubbed your lips against his leaking head of his cock before pressing a soft kiss to it. Finally, you wrapped your mouth around him and sucked on the head. He groaned and lightly jerked his hips up, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. You glanced up at him while you continued to suck, pushing more of him into your mouth.

He stared back at you with his mouth hung open. “Fuck. ‘M so hard.” He moaned before leaning his head back against the mattress. “I’m not gonna last long.”

You swirled your tongue around him while he was in your mouth. Then you pushed your head down further, taking him deep into your throat. You struggled to inhale through your nose, almost choking on his dick.

You pulled yourself off him, catching your breath, and continued to pump his length. You brought your head back and sucked him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Mingyu was panting and jerking his hips up each time you swirled your tongue around his tip. You looked up and saw his head thrown back, the veins in his neck prominent as he clenched his teeth. He hit the back of your throat and you moaned against him, the vibrations causing him to gasp.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming.” He cried. You kept him in your mouth as the strings of hot liquid met your tongue.

You kept sucking on his length until you swallowed around him. You pulled yourself off his cock with a pop and stuck out your tongue to show him that you swallowed everything.

He pushed his softening cock back into his boxers and motioned for you to come up next to him. “Let’s lay down.”

You laid down on his chest and he pulled a blanket up to cover your nude body. You closed your eyes and listened to the softness of his breathing and the faint beat of his heart beneath his ribs.

“Shouldn’t we work on the project?” You asked after a few moments.

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just rest for a minute.” He said, running a hand gently down your back. You leaned into his soft touch.

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence, just basking in the calmness and in each other’s warm presence.

“Mingyu?” You broke the silence, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed, meeting your eyes.

“Thank you.”

[tooweirdforyou]

may I have sumn sweet smol spicy hcs w law and an so who loves giving him head on the daily, like, he could b in his captains cabin, studying medicine n s/o busts in "Baaaaabeeee 4 pm!! dick devour hour!!" hope its clear what I want thank you for ur writings 💕💕💕

Law With A S/O Who Gives Him Daily Head

a/n : well, this was interesting to say the least. Thank you for requesting and I certainly hope you enjoyed this as much as I did :))

Warning : NSFW ahead!

Summary : Law is in his office, working on some paperwork when his significant other barges into the room to give his daily head.

Note : I literally didn’t realize this person requested HEADCANNONS, Not a SCENARIO, until after I finished.

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“It’s already 3:54..”

Law let out a soft sigh as he did his best to relax in his six minutes left of his given peace.

Currently writing up some paperwork, Law decided to use this time to go over the list of items that the submarine was running low on, more importantly, the medicines they needed.

Focused on checking off the plenty stacked supplies from his clipboard, Law wandered around his office and along the shelves, losing track of time.

It wasn’t until the door to his office slammed open, causing the poor male to be startled and heard the all too familiar call.

“Law, babeee! It’s 4:00!” You grin widely and close the door behind you, lunging yourself at the doctor.

Knowing what you wanted, Law exhales inaudibly and shambles you away from him and onto the bed instead.

Falling onto the bed face first, you grunt a bit and felt the soft fabric of the sheets and furrow your brows, sitting up to see you were on the bed.

Realizing what happen, you puffed your cheeks out and pout towards the doctor.

“Oi! What gives?” You outstretched your arms, waiting for him to take you in his arms so you could give his daily head.

Law ignores you and continues to going through the shelves to see what needed to be stocked up, his backed turned to you.

“Lawww...” you drag out with a whine, legs spread and hands in your lap.

Receiving no reply from him, you huff once more before biting your lip and giving a small sly grin to yourself.

Carefully crawling off the bed, you snuck your way behind him.

Law could sense your movement but made no reaction towards it.

Grinning, you wrap your arms around the stoic doctor and instantly brought one hand down towards his crotch, the other going towards the hem of his shirt and sneaking under it to rub his torso.

Law stiffened at your touch as he scowls slightly. “What are you doing, [Name]-ya?..” he asks lowly, staying still as you began palming him through his pants.

“Hm? What do you mean?” You innocently question, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

You continued to palm his crotch before moving your hand into his pants and briefs, finding his already semi-hard member.

Law’s scowl only deepens at your innocent tone as he shifts slightly and felt your cold hands against his skin, rubbing against his toned abs a bit and your fingers wrapping around his member.

“Not today. I’m not doing this again, we already did it yesterday.”

You lick your lower lip slowly as you began pulling at his pants, lowering it just enough to show his v-line and spoke quietly into his ear.

“But that was yesterday, are you saying you don’t enjoy these daily pleasures?”

Tracing the outline of his hard cock through his pants with your fingers, which made Law gulp just ever so slightly.

“Do you really wanna stop?... I figured you could use the stress relief.” You hum softly, lowering his pants further, just enough to let his member spring free.

Exposed to the air, Law let out the slightest shiver as his breath hitches at the touch of your delicate fingers against him.

“Damn it..” Law curses as he felt himself become erect, which made you smirk at him in victory.

You pull your hands away, much to his dismay, and began pulling him towards the bed. “That’s what I thought. Now you just sit down, relax, and enjoy yourself.”

You shove him back so he sat down, legs over the edge as you completely pulled down his pants to his ankles and slid them off, positioning yourself in between his legs.

Biting your lip at the sight of his big, hard member, you began gathering up your hair and tied it back with ease, ( if you have short hair, you pulled it all to one side ).

Once your hair was up, you look up innocently at Law, who was slowly becoming impatient towards you. “Oi, [Name]-ya. If you don’t hurry this up, I’ll make sure you’ll get punished tonight.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience and his given threat and lean closer to his crotch, rising and gliding your hands over his thighs.

“Patience, doctor~”

However, figuring he had enough waiting, you wasted no more time and gripped the base of his cock in your hands, bringing the other hand towards the tip and gently rubbed your thumb over the top.

The slightest touch on the tip edged him, Law leaning back and supported himself up with his hands clutching the bedsheets.

You lean forward and starting from the bottom, gave a slow kitten lick all the way up to the slit on his tip. Law shudders at the sensation, the warmth of your tongue.

Doing a couple more similar licks, you could hear the breathy and shaky sighs coming from the male as you continued.

Then, you brought his member into your mouth, stopping just past the tip and swirled your tongue around it carefully, making sure you touched every spot.

Law moves one hand from the bed and grabbed a hold of your hair, gripping it tightly as he clenched his jaw at you.

“Enough with the teasing, already.”

He commands strictly and rather quickly, making you chuckle softly around him.

“Fine, fine~” With no hesitation, you ducked your head down further, feeling Law hit the back of your throat with ease.

Holding back a small gag, you pull away a tad bit and let your saliva drip down his cock as you began to bob your head.

As you began to suck him off, the base of his member where you couldn’t reach, you began to pump with your hands.

Closing your eyes, you could feel Law giving small thrusts into your mouth, letting him do as he pleased as his grip on your hair only tightened more.

Law wasn’t much for vocals, but you could hear the small pants from his lips and the quiet breathy groans.

Either you were just that amazing, or Law was feeling sensitive at this point, but he already felt himself reaching his climax soon.

Law pushed your head down a bit further, which you didn’t mind, just taking in the fact that Law was enjoying this.

“Shit, [Name]-ya..” he breathes, tossing his head back at the feel.

The small hum that was heard from your lips sent small vibrations around his member and through his body, making him groan out more in pleasure.

Quickening your pace a bit, you sucked him off a bit harder, tightening your hold on his cock more as well as you let your tongue glide all over him.

Then you stopped right at his tip and slid your tongue over his slit repeatedly, swirling it around the head once more.

“[N-Name]-ya-“

Soon enough, the overwhelming sensational pleasure edged Law and his quickly released his cum not too long after, straight into your mouth.

Small heavy breathes escaped his lips as he slowly sat up and watched as you pull away from him, letting a bit of his cum drip from your lips.

You open your mouth to show all of his white seed inside before closing it and gulped it down, swallowing it and proving to him that you did.

Law internally bites his lip at the sight, admiring the excess cum dripping down your chin which you only licked your lips and used your finger to bring back up to clean.

“Mmh, and did you enjoy that?~” you grin at the doctor, who only turns away in silence.

Law then stands up, making you hum in question before feeling him pull you up and roughly pin you down on the bed.

Widening your eyes, Law interrupts you before you could say a word.

This time, it was Law’s turn to smirk at the sight of your expression, as he leans down towards your face and hovered over you.

“Yes, I did.. and now it’s your turn to have some fun.”

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a/n: hii!! Hope you liked this! :D sorry for you wanted headcannons instead but it was already too late to change it back and I got lazy to do so, haha.

Sorry if it’s short or not what you expected, or if it’s not as great. Like I said, I don’t think I’m too great at nsfw like others are. Hope you still enjoyed! 🖤🥰

[peachbearies]

Poseidon E.Honoret

𑁍┊synopsis: Edwin and y/n have been together for months but have never taken it further into intimacy due to past relationships but today is one for the books.

𑁍┊Genre(s): Smut

𑁍┊Pairing: Edwin X Fem Reader

𑁍┊warning(s): soft choking, overstimulation, cursing, unprotected sex.

𑁍┊A/N: Mind of Poseidon has been in my head for days so I decided to write a smut about it I hope it’s good!

Proofread: yes/ no

Patiently dawdling for the boys to get off stage y/n scrolled through her tags on Instagram glimmering at how proud she is of the boys, touring with them has been a hassle but damn near worth it, getting out of her house away from a toxic environment. It felt like shimmering out of the water, her eyes wander up from her phone to be met with the man she fell in love with. Edwin was shouting along with the staff congratulating them for another tour date. Edwin was always shirtless by the end of a performance, it was either him or zion. Y/n was used to it, but today seemed different.

She felt the heat rise from the pit of her stomach, traveling through her veins to her cheeks. Letting out a desperate attempt of a sigh, she lingers back to her phone to read a post that happened to land on a hate comment. “Mi Amor don't believe none of that shit” Edwin tilt her head in between his thumb and index, his glistening skin creating moonlights under the light, his eyes holding a gaze of doubt.

“I don't, I just transpired to land on that post. You killed it out there baby” she smiles into his solace his thumb sweeps her cheeks. “I had a fucking blast tonight, something about today that it felt so good” his lips press against her ear already quivering in his touch “but you look rightfully adequate though” the spectacle she was embarking to stymie ignited up still. She laughs it off holding her hand on his wrist.

“Don't prevaricate, you don't glimmer like that when you're with me” she joked, Edwin hauled back with a stoic countenance “it's a farce sweetheart” she laughs “it better be” Edwin sternly ascertains. He plops next to her lobbing his arm around the davenport, she posteriors in his embrace her knees foraging her chest while his other hand fondled her exposed thighs. Nick walked in with a towel throwing one at Edwin that almost hit y/n in the face.

“Nick you wanna die tonight?!” she implored cackling afterward, “how many times you going to jump this man?” zion screeched, “as many times as I need to!” Edwin kisses in the crook of her neck to which she swivels her hand on his jawline.

“You missed me that much hm?” she taunts

“I haven't properly hung out with you in three days princess, of course, I miss your aggravating ass” she flicks his forehead earning a groan with a frown. Zion walks back in the room to see an Edwin in pain on the couch, and y/n smiling while pushing her hair behind her ears. “I swear Everytime I walk in the room Edwin is in pain because of you, you have no remorse” Zion chuckles at the end.

“No, he called me aggravating so I just showed him how aggravating I can be” she cupped his face before kissing his forehead repeatedly mumming soft “I’m sorry” and “I love you”, Zion shifts in his seat sinking into the leather couch “so you further proved his point? , but we all know you’re aggravating” Zion puffed out a cloud before choking a little

“Karma, you dusty tumbleweed” y/n snaps at him, Edwin’s tiny chuckles turn into loud laughters y/n had no choice but to join him in the laughter fest nick stumbling upon the couple scrunched his eyebrows. “Y’all are an evil couple” nick jokes.

When y/n and Edwin got to their hotel rooms, she couldn’t stop staring at his chiseled lines that formed on his stomach, the way his tattoo lines were glossed from the shower he just taken. “Get it together y/n” she mentally spoke to herself. As much as she was attracted to Edwin, they never did anything more than a makeout session. Ultimately Edwin left it up to her if they should go further after hearing the story of her ex boyfriend.

The way he would please himself and not her, if she did come before him, she had to figure out a way on her own. Her ex boyfriend brung down her confidence but a long shot. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing certain articles of clothing, never visited Edwin with light makeup, whenever they used to facetime, her screen was always paused or she’d tell him to FaceTime audio call. Edwin made her feel special reminded her everyday she is loved in the smallest ways. By taking her to get boba, random taco dates at the park.

Zoo visiting. The little things made her happy. Feeling tender endearments on her neck stirs her attention back to earth “what you thinking about princess?” He mumbles on her skin

“You, how much I love you” she lets out In a soft tone, if Edwin wasn’t so close he wouldn’t have caught it “mmm, I love you too darling, what we doing for the night or are we going to cuddle for the remainder of the night” looking up into his eyes, they follow each other’s movements, her hands caressing the structured lines that flexed his muscles, the veins in his hands as they gripped her waist was causing a heat to arise in her cheeks and stomach. Without thinking she cupped his face in her hands giving him a passionate kiss pulling his body on top of hers while she laid flat on the mattress.

His hands positioned on each side of the bed trapping her underneath him, Edwin towered over her as he deepened the kiss by bringing their bodies closer the metallic chains dangled on her skin, the cold sensation along with the passion trailed goosebumps up her spine to her arms. Her fingers caressing his undercut as he pulled away for air, both of their lips vibrant in hues of pink. “I want you” she whispered softly, Edwin maneuvered his fingers through her hair scanning her eyes for an sense of rejection. “You’re sure about this? I’ll wait as long as you want me too, okay?” He reminded her, y/n’s heart swelled even bigger for him.

“I’m entirely sure about this, I trust you so much. I love you so much” her eyes began to water in happiness and adoration, the man before her loved her so much and she loved him just as much “I love you more, this is about you, be vocal darling I’m trying to study everything about you” his plumped lips stickering on her skin from her neck down to her sternum , the tiny moles she had he kisses them all, the scars his lips lingered on longer. His slender fingers hooked on her skirt he found the zipper with ease before removing it from her body.

“I never got to tell you, but this new confidence of yours, looks so good on you” his lips kissing her inner thighs, before kissing the spot she ached for him the most, getting one quiver out her mouth was enough to make Edwin smirk his hands grabbing her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed. Y/n gasped at his bold action holding her hands onto his forearm. Edwin raises up to her level stamping his lips onto hers before he travels in between her legs. “May I taste you?” He asks twirling her hair in between his fingers. “Please” she lets out desperately.

“Granted” his fingers lifts up the clothing soaking in between her slit, Edwin was so applaud by how beautiful her body is, everything about her screamed “goddess” to him, he felt like the luckiest man in the world to help her on a new journey of loving herself. His tongue lapping the juices produced just by a mere touch. She was puddy in his hands, her fingers reaching up to her mouth to suppress her moans, but Edwin wouldn’t allow it, grabbing her hands with one he wrapped his callouses around her wrists holding them on her stomach. “Hey, I said be vocal with me okay? I won’t ask nicely next time” her thighs quivering just by the sturdiness in his throat.

Letting go of her hands he trusted her to listen to him, his hands cupping the back of her of ankles made her head sink in the mattress, his tongue flicked on her needy bud, his fingers firmly pressed into her ankles, his tongue lapping up her slit creating a mess on his chin down to his Adam’s apple, he widen her legs to get further precision on her bundle of joy. “Oh my god” she desperately sighed, edwins chuckle sent vibration through her body that bought her closer to her edge, Edwin was make it harder for her to catch her breath as stayed in between her thighs her moans became louder by each lap of tongue.

Her pants were starting to break, Edwin loved the sight of her squirming in his hands. Every lap started to increase as she attempted to push him away from her clit, in order to not choke him with her thighs, but that it precisely what Edwin wanted. “Baby-“ she tried to warn him but the bubble in her throat stopped her. On his tongue he felt her twitch while her thighs closed, but he held them open his tongue swiping from left to right on her clit, her chest was heaving in a frenzy ��oh my god Edwin” she practically screamed her nails raked down his forearm, her eyelashes prancing on her eyelids.

The rush of her blood made her body lift of the bed begging to close her legs, her second round rushing in fast, her words couldn’t form to tell Edwin what she really wanted. As her mouth opened by silence was taking her moans away, her toes curled with the hooks of her fingers in his hair. Edwin removed his face from the mess he created her legs closed shut with her body twitching without a single touch. Y/n looked up at him the glossy coat on his lips with the shimmer in his eyes made her body sink more into the mattress. “Mmh, you’re so beautiful princess” his eyes wander down to her lips, his lips engulfs hers as his fingers disappear in between her slit, a soft whimper echos throughout the kiss.

Edwins fingers pumps her needy hole, finding her g-spot like a pinned location her breath stammering as her nails grind into his back “look at you mamas, you look so beautiful” his other hand cupping her chin to look at him, the sounds of her juices and his palm repeatedly clapping against her clit. Edwin speeds up the pace moving his fingers in a circular motion, at this point her moans turned into desperate cries tbd louder they became the faster he went “fuck” she coherently “baby— baby I’m coming” a sentence she finally spoke since he’s started. Edwin kept going despite the tears of pleasure rolling down her face.

“I can’t— fuck baby” she grips his wrist while her legs squirm to calm her nerves. Edwin reached his hand down to rub her bud, her back lifting off the bed as she screams his name her juices coating his toned abs made her dig into his forearms while her body shivered “you did so well princess, only I can make you squirt like this” Edwin kissed her inner thigh as she continued to ride out her high. Her eyelashes batting at him slowly, she was seeing stars. Her fingers hooked on his pants attempting to unhook his belt.

Edwin watches how fucked out she looks but still wants more, he removes her hand taking off his clothing for her, she pumped him a couple of times before her thumb kneaded across his tip, she guided his tip into her, already twitching around his length. “You ready for this?” Edwin wipes her tear ducts “yes” was all she could form In that moment. Edwin slowly sinned into her seeing her eyes open slowly by each inch, when he was finally balls deep in, her legs were fumbling and her fingers were latched onto him. “Fuck you’re so beautiful” his fingers hooked underneath her knees as he pumped into her at a slow pace already making her grab the sheets. “Faster-“ she asked politely, her words made Edwin go feral, his thrusts were loud against her skin.

While her moans couldn’t be silenced anymore, the crescents in his forearm, made him almost rode out his high in this very moment but he held back, her legs now placed on his shoulder as their lips touched, his lips nibbling over her earlobe as he planted wet kisses along her neck. Her fingers combing through his freshly new hair cut. She could hear the sounds of how wet she is, the growls Edwin was letting out on her tepid skin as he drilled into her. Their eyes connected and she whispered ‘ I love you’s’ as she came for the what felt like the hundredth time, Edwin wrapped his hand around her throat lightly pressing force as she held his wrist with one of her hands.

Wet kisses connecting them together, beads of sweat dripping off onto her, then gliding onto the mattress, he thrusted into her a couple of times getting her attention on him, her legs wrapped around him in a fight to close,only made him go harder. The collision of their bodies engulfing each other caused her to whimper in euphoria. “I’m coming princess, you’re so beautiful” he wipes her hair back from her face, planting kisses to the crown of her hair.

“Fuck— I’m coming” she announced to him. Pulling his length out, his tip rubbed against her clit helping her ride out her high before he came on her stomach. She twitched at the soft touches of his manhood sliding in between her folds. “Mm edwin” Edwin shushed her with a kiss “I promise I’m done, I just wanted you to know how it feels when you come too baby” he kisses her softly before going to the bathroom to retrieve a damp warm cloth.

“Thank you” she mumbled “for what mi amor?” He asked cleaning her tummy off along with her sensitive spot, she flinched grabbing his wrist with a soft whimper “I’m sorry love” he chuckled a little “no you’re not” she rebuttals, lifting her up he helps her in the bathroom where he already had a bath ready for them.

“Baby” she pouts, Edwin shushed her with a soft endearment, grabbing her hand and helping her in. “ you deserve it”

Edwin laid his chin on her head as they cuddled in the bed, her soft breaths on her chest made him feel so serene, Edwin looked at her sleeping face smiling softly. “I love you so much, I hope you know that” kissing her cheeks he closed his eyes.

“I love you too baby, I hope you’re happy with me” she replied to which he responded by bringing her closer to him nose nuzzled in his neck his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“ I am”

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Parallels | Chapter 4

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy 

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up. 

Song(s) used: Clued Up - Little Mix 

Warnings: none

Words:  2,845

It was almost midnight when the two girls collapsed on the floor of the dance studio after having rehearsed every single Dirty Candy song at least twice. Violet had almost gotten everything down. 

“Will you tell me more about the other universe?” Carrie asked as she stared at the off-white ceiling overhead. 

Violet turned her head a little to look at her best friend before facing the ceiling too. “Where should I start?” 

“Are we friends?” Carrie questioned without missing a beat. 

“Yeah, we’re best friends with Julie and Flynn. We spend most days in Julie’s garage, making music. We wrote at least a dozen songs together, I believe.” Violet smiled at the memory of them writing their first song together just a few years ago. It was one of their proudest moments together. 

Carrie then sat up straight, the movement capturing Violet’s attention. “Will you show me one?” she asked, and Violet shot up into the seating position too. “Please?” 

Violet’s eyes darted across the room where she found a bunch of instruments stalled. With a smile, she got up and made a beeline for the acoustic guitar in the corner before returning and sitting down opposite of Carrie. 

After having tuned the guitar to her liking, Violet placed her fingers on the correct strings and started playing. An upbeat melody chimed through the room seconds before Violet’s voice followed. 

“Hey, yeah, no, oh, oh, yeah, mmm” Listen, I used to dress like everybody else I wanted to just blend in They told me no, keep my dreams on the low Told me I'd never win, yeah I love to be different Guard up to opinions then let 'em in Tear me down, wanna see me drown Like being happy is such a sin, uh-huh”

Violet looked up for a second to find Carrie watching her with the softest smile on her face, the way Carrie always looked at her. It made her feel at home. 

“And now I'm older, it's never over It don't stop affecting me, the world keeps testing me I'm getting on track with every knock back On a bad day, I just gotta stay, stay, stay, stay”

Violet’s voice grew stronger as she lapsed into the chorus with Carrie watching her intently. 

“I stay clued up and I'm ready To love the good and live the bad C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have 'Cause sometimes it's beauty, sometimes it's pain Sometimes it's sunshine and sometimes it's rain I'm c-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

“Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

She slowed it down again, her voice mellowing out during the second verse. 

“Invisible, I feel like I'm forgotten Do you even notice me? Yeah Work myself up, let the nerves take over How I feel isn't what you see I need control, don't know how to let it go I need to learn to let it be, yeah Gotta remember nothing lasts forever So I'm just happy being me, oh-oh”

“And when I'm older, it's never over It don't stop affecting me, the world keeps testing me I'm staying on track with every knock back On a bad day, I just gotta stay, stay, stay, stay”

“I stay clued up and I'm ready To love the good and live the bad C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have 'Cause sometimes it's beauty, sometimes it's pain Sometimes it's sunshine and sometimes it's rain I'm c-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

To Violet’s surprise, Carrie joined in during the post-chorus, which caused a wide, genuine smile to fall on Violet’s lips as the two voices blended together. For a moment, it was like nothing had changed and she was still in her own universe. 

“Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

“I will never run, never run from a lesson I will never hide, never hide from the present All the ups and the downs All the heres and the nows, oh Everything I face, no, it's never forgotten 'Cause every single day is a chance I can blossom All the ups and the downs Yeah, I'm living right now, hey”

“Mmm, I'm living right now, yeah Aah, one, two, three!”

A giggle escaped Carrie’s lips before she tried her hardest to sing along with Violet. It ended up with her just echoing some of the words, but it added a certain quality to the song that Violet really digged. 

“I'm c-c-clued up and I'm ready To love the good and live the bad C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have 'Cause sometimes it's beauty (beauty, no), sometimes it's pain (pain) Sometimes it's sunshine and sometimes it's rain (oh, sometimes it's rain) I'm c-c-clued up (up) and now I'm ready Just make the best of what you have”

“Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh, oh I'm c-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have Beauty, but sometimes it's pain, mmh Sometimes it's sunshine, sometimes it's rain”

The last notes echoed through the space as the song came to an end, and made room for Carrie’s clapping and giggling. 

“That sounded great! Did you write this one?” she asked, intrigued to hear more about this universe of Violet’s. 

Violet smiled and placed the guitar next to her before answering. “Actually, you did…” 

Carrie’s eyes widened. “I did? Y-you mean your Carrie doesn’t sing about being popular and being the best at everything like I do?!” The girl was baffled at the idea that there were other subjects to write about than just popularity. 

“You should try it sometime,” Violet told her with a smile. “I’m sure you got something great in you. If Carrie from my universe can do it, then so can you.” 

“Sounds like a pretty good universe you lived in,” it sounded from the other side of the room and it didn’t sound like Carrie’s voice, whatsoever. Violet and Carrie turned their heads to find Bobby in the doorway. 

Violet smiled. “Actually, it was just okay. I don’t see you that often…” Bobby tilted his head a little before walking closer towards the girls. “What happened to Sunset Curve here? In my universe, they’re pretty big and touring the country at this very moment…” 

“We, uhm, we split up…” Bobby replied with a tinge of sadness in his voice. 

“What happened?” 

Bobby heaved in a deep breath before joining the girls on the floor. “Creative differences. I wanted to be famous, Luke was in it to prove to his parents he could make a career out of it, Alex just wanted to work out his frustrations and Reggie was just in it because his friends were…” 

“Oh, that sounds pretty terrible. Where are they now?” 

The boy shrugged. “Luke plays football, Reggie is focusing on his studies and Alex only has time for Willie.” 

“Who’s Willie?” Violet wanted to know, having never heard of the boy before. 

“Alex’s boyfriend,” Carrie replied, “And they’re the cutest couple on earth, I swear to God!” 

Violet’s eyes widened. “I knew Alex was gay. I swear the whole dating-a-different-girl-every-night was just a publicity stunt!” The Wilson siblings shot the girl a questioning look. “It’s a long story… But Alex is gay! Yay!” She excitedly clapped her hands, making the two teenagers in front of her chuckle. 

“So, any clue how we’re gonna get you back?” Carrie asked then. 

Violet smirked, “You already sick of me, Wilson?” Carrie’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. “I’m kidding. But no, I’ve got no clue whatsoever… There must be a reason why I’ve been brought here, right?” 

“I mean, you did tell me you wished someone would believe in me,” Bobby muttered, his voice laced with hurt and betrayal. 

Violet’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry about that, Bobby… I’m sure I didn’t mean it…” 

The three kids let the words settle in their brain before the three of them burst out into laughter. That sounded weird, even considering the situation. 

For the rest of the night, the three of them brainstorm together, trying to figure out what reason could be behind the switch. There had to be a reason for her to suddenly show up here. It had to mean something. 

Determinedly, Violet stormed through the hallway towards where she last saw Julie, Flynn and Carrie. They were still at Julie’s locker and, like they had many times before, immediately shut up. This time, Violet ignored it and instead came straight to the point. 

“What’s this?” she asked and showed the girls the picture she had made of the news article in the trophy case. “This isn’t right! Sunset Curve broke up a year ago!” 

Just as the words left her mouth, a girl Violet could recognize from miles away walked her way. She had a strut in her step and her long, black hair swooshed behind her with every swaying step she took. 

“Kayla!” Violet called out and when her friend turned around, her face screamed disgust. 

“What do you want?” she asked, her tone laced with annoyance. 

Violet’s eyes flicked from Kayla to Carrie and back. Kayla and Carrie weren’t friends here. And neither were Violet and Kayla. Dirty Candy wasn’t a thing in this universe. Though the logo on Kayla’s badge that was pinned to her jean jacket said differently. 

“Nothing – N-nevermind.” Violet turned back to the girls she was previously talking to. “Does Dirty Candy exist?” she asked in a hushed voice. 

“Yeah,” Carrie replied, the volume of her voice matching Violet’s. “It’s Kayla’s. She created the band with Dana, Cynthia and Sophia.” 

Violet blinked a few times, trying to process all the information. “Dana’s in the band?” she whispered, and neither of the girls were sure if she was talking to them or not. “Dana got kicked out of Dirty Candy… Our Dirty Candy.” She said that last part to Carrie. 

“Vi, we were never in Dirty Candy…” Carrie told her with furrowed eyebrows. 

Julie lifted her hand to Violet’s arm. “Are you certain about that universe thing?” 

“Yes!” Violet groaned. “This isn’t the world I’m used to living in. In my world, Carrie and I are in Dirty Candy and we haven’t spoken in over a year since your mother died.” She pointed at Carrie first, then gestured to the two other girls before her gaze landed on Julie. 

Julie’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Her mother really did know more, she was certain of it. There was something she was hiding and Julie had to find out what it was. But first, she wanted to know more about this universe Violet seemed to come from. 

She grabbed Violet’s hand and dragged her towards the empty music room at the back of the school where no one ever came. This used to be Sunset Curve’s rehearsal space during their free periods and  now, Julie used it to work on her music when the girls couldn’t help. 

“Tell us more about that universe of yours,” Julie demanded as she hopped onto a desk in the corner. Her eyes flicked to the other two girls, searching for their approval before adding, “We wanna know everything.” 

“So, in my universe, your mother passed away. She got ill, really ill and after she passed, you lost your love for music. You didn’t sing a note for a year and we kinda lost each other. Carrie and I started to spend more time together afterwards and eventually created Dirty Candy. We grew our band with Cynthia, Sophia and Kayla, and became more and more popular the more we performed at school and at Chubbie’s pizzeria.” 

Carrie’s eyes twinkled at the idea of forming a band with her best friends, though she couldn’t quite see how she could start a band without Flynn and Julie. There was no Carrie and Violet without Flynn and Julie, or any other way around. 

“You have a Chubbie’s too?” Flynn questioned, earning a glare from Carrie and Julie. 

“That’s your question?” Julie shot back, shaking her head. She then turned back to Violet. “Continue, please.” 

Violet chuckled a little. “Besides rehearsals for Dirty Candy, I mostly hang out at Carrie’s where Bobby mostly mopes around because he doesn’t have any friends since Sunset Curve split up.” 

“Why’d they split?” Carrie wanted to know. 

“I don’t know, some drama, I guess? I don’t really pay much attention to him, to be honest.” A soft laugh escaped Violet’s mouth at the thought of teasing Bobby to the fullest with all her stupid pranks and witty comebacks during rehearsals. 

“Why’d you switch places with our Violet?” Julie then queried. 

Violet shrugged. “If only I knew that… The blogpost I found doesn’t really give a theory about why people switch places with their parallel self. It just – happened, I guess?” 

Julie mulled the answer over in her head whilst her teeth dug into her bottom lip in thought. She knew she could ask her mother about all of this. She had to know something about it. There had to be more that she could tell them. 

“I think there’s someone who can help us,” she muttered and jumped back on her feet. Her three friends followed behind her until they reached the street and they were on their way to Julie’s house. Their last period was a free period, so it wouldn’t really matter that they left school early. It was something they did quite often to go and jam in Julie’s garage. 

“Mom?” Julie called out as the girls entered the house. “Mom! You home?” 

Rose entered the hallway from the living room with a wide smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes that Violet hadn’t seen in years. The girl’s eyes widened upon seeing the curly-headed woman. She was alive. Alive and well and right in front of her. 

“You– you’re alive… Miss Molina… You’re alive. You’re actually–” Violet let out a surprised chuckle whilst tears pooled in her eyes. “You’re actually alive…” she breathed. 

Rose’s eyes darted from Violet to her daughter and the other girls before landing back on Violet. A light behind her eyes flicked on, signalling at the resemblance of the situation she had found herself in years ago. 

“I know what’s going on here,” Rose mumbled before heading into the kitchen. The girls exchanged glances before following the Latina woman. Violet and Julie took a seat at the table, opposite where Rose had taken a seat, while Carrie leaned against the counter where Flynn hoisted herself onto. 

With the girls’ expectant eyes on her, Rose heaved in a deep breath. “You’ve switched universes, haven’t you?” was the first question she asked. “You fainted and woke up in a world where you know the people but they lead completely different lives?” 

Violet’s mouth dropped, her eyes flicking to the other girls before focusing back on Rose. “Y-yes, that’s… That’s exactly what happened.” 

Rose smiled faintly. “I got myself in the same situation…” she admitted. “I was eighteen at the time and I had told my boyfriend at the time that I wished I lived in a world where he wasn’t such a jerk. Next thing I knew, I fainted and woke up in a world where my boyfriend was gay and my friends led completely different lives from mine. I was in a band, Rose and The Petal Pushers, and we were pretty famous there. All my other friends either didn’t talk to me anymore or were in my band.” 

Carrie and Violet exchanged a quick glance. That sounded an awful lot like them. 

“How did you get back here?” Flynn questioned from her spot on the counter. 

Fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist, Rose continued. “There’s this unfinished business I had to complete in that world and the Rose I knew had to do the same in mine. My unfinished business was getting Rose and The Petal Pushers in a band while the other Rose had to help find my boyfriend’s way out of the closet…” she smiled at the memory that floated back to the surface. “Aside from marriage and having two beautiful children–” she tucked a strand of Julie’s hair behind her ear with a smile, “The switch was the biggest adventure of my entire life.” 

“Wow, mom,” breathed Julie. 

Violet nodded her head, “That’s a crazy story, miss Molina.” 

Rose scoffed and reached for Violet’s hand. “Please, you call me Rose in this universe.” 

A smile landed on Violet’s cheeks. “Thanks for the reassuring story, Rose.” 

“I hope it calms your nerves and worries about all of this.” 

“It definitely does.”  

Rose smiled before patting the girl’s hand. “So,” she said, “What’s your unfinished business?” 

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Delightful Assistance

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Fem!Reader

Summary: A night of frustration turns rather wonderful when a certain prince offers his much needed help.

Notes: Fluff

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you stare at the book before you. As the night slowly fell over the monastery the library became empty and quiet, which were the perfect conditions for studying for the upcoming exam. However, nothing seemed to be working. Try as you might, you couldn’t absorb the knowledge of the text and the fact that you were already tired didn’t exactly help. Internally you cursed at yourself for not studying sooner as you now paid the price of massive exhaustion and utter frustration.

You lean onto your palm and click your tongue in annoyance as you try to look for something that you might understand, unfortunately to no avail. The exam was to be on battle tactics and weaponry, which you had no prior knowledge of so everything seemed just a bit more hopeless. You dreaded the exam as the calm professor had made them quite challenging in the past and while they had gone well, you weren’t so sure about this one. How were you supposed to know what to do when surrounded by the enemy army or what weapon to use against pegasus knights? All of this seemed unnecessarily complicated to you, though you knew they weren’t taught to the students for nothing. This knowledge would surely help an entire army however right now, filled with both fatigue and irritation, you weren’t willing to understand it.

You lean back in the chair and turn your gaze to a single candle burning on the table in front of which you were sitting. Sighing once more you glance at the book that had brought you so much suffering over the course of this night and glare at it, unwilling to deal with the inability to study this troublesome topic any longer. “Curse you..” You place both of your hands on the table and stand up, the chair under you moving along the wooden surface of the floor as you prepare to leave the library for the night.

“Staying up late as well, I see,” said a voice behind you that immediately made you jump and let out a small yelp. Upon turning around and noticing the familiar face of the crown prince himself, a sigh of relief slips your lips. Dimitri looks at you apologetically but you brush off the startle he had accidentally caused as you speak: “Oh well... I was just about to head to my room.” Your (E/C) eyes once again glance at the open book on the table. “I can’t really figure this stuff out...” You say, the disappointment and annoyance apparent in your quiet voice. Dimitri seems to notice this as he takes a few steps towards the table his eyes shining in slight worry.

“Are you having trouble studying for the exam?” He asks as he briefly eyes the book in front of him, noticing the topics and pictures he had gone through earlier as well. You look at him the sight of him somewhat easing your annoyance. “Yeah, I just... Don’t understand anything.” His blue eyes glance at you, before taking a closer look at the book and turning a few pages.

“Well, I can assure you that this is not complicated at all,” he says which initially annoys you ever so slightly though he never meant it in such a way. Of course, it would be easy for someone like him, who has been trained by professionals throughout his life. However, all that exasperation fades away when he sits down on the empty chair next to you and gives you a reassuring smile that always seemed to make your heart flutter.

“I can help if you want. The upcoming exam is an important one and it would be rude of me to keep all my knowledge to myself,” he said, a pleasant tone coating his voice. You almost instinctively sit down, a small part of you relieved about his offer, however you were still slightly unsure. “Are you sure? It’s pretty late already and I don’t want you to stay awake because of me.” While you were exhausted, you were willing to try again with his help by your side but you didn’t want him to miss the necessary sleep he no doubt needed. He merely shook his head.

“No need to worry, you aren’t interfering with my sleep in the slightest. I’d be glad to help.” Seeing that wonderful smile across his lips and the way his eyes emitted pure kindness made it impossible to decline his offer. Once Dimitri saw a smile of your own he took the book in his hands and began running through the pages, determined to help you, him being the kind prince he was.

“Let’s see here...”

~

As the hours went by everything seemed to become clearer. All the previous things you couldn’t grasp became obvious and almost ridiculously easy to understand and that was all thanks to the way Dimitri explained everything. You were able to solve the majority of the problems in the book and with the prince’s positive encouragement, you found yourself more and more willing to study more.

However, at the same time, your already existing fatigue worsened. Dimitri had noticed your eyes that barely stayed open and suggested you to go to bed but you insisted that you were fine and determined to continue. He found it rather adorable but knew it was only a matter of time before you would retreat back to your quarters. He was extremely delighted about the progress you had made in such a small amount of time and was more than certain that the exam would go phenomenally.

“Okay, how about this one: ‘A pegasus knight is charging at you and you have three weapons to defend yourself with: A lance, a bow, and an axe. Which one of these would you choose and why?’“ This particular question had given you far too much trouble previously, but now the correct answer came to your head as soon as Dimitri was finished reading the problem. 

However, actually answering it proved rather difficult as the blond quickly felt you leaning against his shoulder, your eyes barely open. He was taken aback by the action but didn’t say anything, wanting to give you a chance to solve the problem. “The uhh... Bow,” you say, the last bit of your sentence accompanied by a heavy yawn. “Because it can... Reach the uh... Pegasus knight the best...” Your voice was barely audible and though he wouldn’t say it out loud, you were adorable. Still, he knew that you were currently using the last bits of your remaining energy.

“That’s correct. Good job, (Name).” A tiny smile lifted the corners of your lips as you listened, your heavy eyelids now fully covering your eyes that the prince so often looked at in amazement. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let’s do one more, okay? Then I’m certain you are more than re-”

His sentence was cut short by the feeling of you gently rubbing your cheek against his shoulder, a delighted sigh and tiny snores escaping your lips. He turned his eyes towards you, a tiny shade of pink dusting the surface of his cheeks as he was utterly captivated by the sight of you clinging onto him in your sleep. Dimitri was completely frozen, unable to take his eyes off you and he quickly realized that the tiny sounds you let out quickly tried to form words.

“Mmh... Dimitri...” His heart skipped a beat, his cerulean eyes widening at your mumbling. For the love of the Goddess, you were beyond adorable! Another smile danced along your lips as you continued mumbling in the world of dreams, enjoying his presence next to you: “I... Love y-youh...”

While your words weren’t clear, he knew he had heard you right and that made the blush on his cheeks increase tenfold. He glanced away, not believing what he had just heard from those stunning lips of yours. Dimitri’s heart raced, the sensation of you next to him bringing light into his rather dark mind and for a moment, he didn’t hear the usual screams in his head.

He smiled and carefully closed the book, concluding today’s study session. His lips briefly touched the top of your head before blowing out the only candle illuminating the library, leaving you two in darkness, though with you next to him, he felt as though the light never left him.

[jenoismydad]

jeno smut

requested by @taoroleplay. it's not proof read so please excuse me for any spelling errors. But i hope you like it. enjoy!

Jeno: Wanna come over today?😉😏

You: I can't.

Jeno: Why?😨

You: I need to study.

Jeno: well so do I. You know what that means. 🤫

You: can't it wait till tomorrow?

Jeno: no babe. I need you.😫

You looked ahead meeting Jeno's gaze. He was smirking at you, knowing you would have to give in even if you didn't want to. And it wasn't like you didn't want it. You did. And you had no clue why. Is surprised you just as much as it surprised Jeno. If you told anyone sitting in the cafeteria that you and Jeno were fuck buddies, they would just laugh in your face. Why on Earth would a guy like Jeno even think of wanting to get into your pants? It made no sense. If Jeno wanted to, he could fuck any girl he wanted to. So why did he choose you? Simple. Because something about ripping that last shred of innocence from you until you were begging him to do such vulgar things to you riled him up. The fact that your busy yearned for his touch so much to the point that it wouldn't listen to your brain turned him on to the extreme. So in simple words, 'you were his bitch'.

Your fuck sessions followed a simple formula: Test = Sex. And today, luckily for Jeno, he had two tests coming up. This was the sole reason you were now sitting at his kitchen island, mentally preparing yourself for the unbearable sexual tension that was about to rise.

Jeno sat next to you, still in his school shirt, which he had unbuttoned dangerously low, and a pair of track pants. You were also in your school uniform, keeping in mind that you had to keep it on. You were explaining the concepts of the test to Jeno, him nodding occasionally when you asked him if he was keeping up. “I’m bored.”, Jeno said, taking you aback. “We haven’t even started yet.”, you said, sitting up straight. You knew where this was going. “We don't need to.”, Jeno said, moving closer to you. “If you fail this test, i swear to god Jeno-” “I already studied y/n.”, Jeno revealed, chucking at you shocked expression. You then furrowed your brows, you weren’t buying it. “I know it's just an excuse so that we end up having sex.”, you challenged. “That’s what you think. Look I promise I studied. If you don’t believe me, I have a way to prove it.”, he reasoned. You swallowed hard. This wasn’t good. But you couldn’t just let him go. What is he was was bluffing. What if he wasn’t. Fucking hell Lee Jeno. “Okay how are you gonna prove it to me”, you questioned, crossing your arms. “You can take a small test, and if I get an answer right, I get to do something to you. Whatever I want. And if I get something wrong, I’ll stop. How’s that sound?”, Jeno answered triumphantly. It was either this or your dilemma. So you nodded meekly. Jeno flashed you a pearly white smile and rested against the counter. 

“Ask away babe.” You opened up your textbook and scanned through the pages. Deciding to start off easy, you asked, “What’s inertia?” Jeno stood up and pulled your chair towards him. “Its the property by virtue of which an object tends to retain its state of rest or motion.” Oh shit. He was correct. Jeno didn't was anytime hooking his hands into your shorts and pulling them down along with your panties. Your skirt was still on and you breathed out shakily. “Okay, next. What’s the relation between Newton and Dyne?” “Don't you feel like this is too easy baby?”, Jeno teased. His fingers brushed over your bare core making you shudder as you tried to keep your composure. He leaned closer to you and whispered into your ear, “One newton is ten raised to five dyne.” With that, he began rubbing slow circles on your clit. You let out a low moan, throwing your head back. Jeno chuckled at you. He loved how he had you wrapped around his finger, quite literally. “What’s next?”, he prodded, pressing his fingers harder onto your pulsing clit. “Mmh, who’s newton named after.”, you blurted out, too distracted by the pleasure that was slowly building up in your core. “Look how desperate you are y/n. I don’t think the test is going to be that easy. But oh well. It's Issac Newton. At least I got the answer right.” Jeno now moved his fingers to your entrance, collecting your wetness before, slowly pushing them in. You moaned, hips bucking forward involuntarily. Jeno began scissoring his fingers in you at a painfully slow pace. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him, and he knew it. Without hesitation, Jeno crashed his lips onto yours, groaning when his tongue met yours. You pulled him closer by his shirt, tugging at it signalling for him to take it off. Jeno bent down, fingers still pushed into your heat, tapping the bottom of your thigh with his free hand. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as he lifted you off the chair and onto the island. Compared to his warm hands, the surface of the island was cold, making you yelp as your bare ass landed on it. You pulled away from him catching your breath as you watched him pull his shirt off and throw it onto the floor. You looked up and down his toned figure, hands running over his abs. Jeno watched you with an amused look, loving how he brought out this hidden side of you. You grabbed Jeno by the waist and reattached your lips to his, this time in a slower, more gentle kiss. His hands roamed your body and stopped at the top of your shirt. He clasped his lips onto your neck while simultaneously plucking the buttons off your school shirt. Your mouth hung open, leaving shaky breaths as you dwelled in the feeling of his tongue running against your sweet spot. He moved down to your collar bone, sucking dark spots on it as you fisted your hands through his hair. Suddenly, he pulled your ass closer to him and pushed your skirt up. Running a finger down your bra clad breasts, over your navel, he came to a stop just above your throbbing core. He pushed his pants down, taking his hard length in his hands. Pumping is a few times, he lined it up against your entrance and wasted no time in pushing into you. Both of you let out low moans, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Jeno dipped his head into your neck. He began rocking his hips into you, cursing as your tight walls brushed against his throbbing cock. Jeno had a tight grip on your waist, pulling it closer with every thrust. He dotted small open mouthed kisses along your exposed shoulder, starting to increase his pace. You leaned back, the sight of his dick pounding into you turning you on immensely. “Holy shit Jeno.”, you moaned gripping onto his forearms as you felt a knot starting to build in your stomach. “You close?”, he asked, grunting afterwards. You nodded, struggling to find words as he started pounding into you at a faster pace. The tip of his dick started brushing against your sweet spot making you moan Jeno’s name loudly. You were close an he knew it. He continued thrusting into you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Letting out one final chant of his name, you gripped his shoulders and came onto his dick hard. He helped you ride out your high, soon getting sloppier with his own thrusts. Squeezing you waist, he trusted one last time before pulling out and coming onto your belly. He gave you a twisted smile and helped you get off the island, steadying you, before handing you your underwear and a towel. You walked into one of his bathrooms, smiling at you traced the dark hickeys he had planted on you. Wow Lee Jeno.

[pinkispoggers]

Long Nights

By me 🥰

Pairing: Maul x Reader

Prompt: you have snuck into the quarters of savage opress and darth maul, and boy are you in trouble

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, alot of pet names, dirty memories, teasing, language

AN: this is my first fanfic so ofc its terrible :) (I wrote the whole thing on Samsung notes so its pretty ass)

• Ever since the two sith found you you were practically welcomed to the team

• the turtle tanker was like your new home

• it was really nice because it was built sorta like your old apartment on corascaunt

• but larger

• wayyyy larger

• 1 kitchen-like area, which meant you didn't need to go out as often to get food

• because it could possibly endanger the brothers identitys

• they could possibly get caught

• but you have faith that they will get out of that anyway

• 2 quarters (one for you and shared quarters for the brothers)

• 1 large refresher with 2 showers

• and one room for gatherings like sitting to eat your breakfast in the morning

• and you loved your life like this

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• you, being the curious type have always wondered how the men keep their quarters

• you don't exactly know why, but you were itching to find out

• usually the brothers are away at night, maul usually leaving first, then savage

• you think its odd.

• are they on separate missions?

• well who knows

• but its usually late at night, when you are already asleep

• but tonight was the night you were gonna find out

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• you looked over at your clock

• "01200"

• "well thats late enough and they are probably gone by now"

• you waddle out of bed

• you decide not to bring your flashlight

• something was off about all this

• you sneek over to their shared quarters

• its very dark and you have to try not to bump into anything as you don't want to potentially break anything and have to feel the wrath of maul the next morning

• he is very sweet and you know this

• but you also know he can loose his temper sometimes

• usually the constant bickering with savage will send him over the edge

• You are pulled out of your thought when you reach your destination

• ah yes the beautiful fucked up door

• you cant even count how many times savage rammed maul into that door

• but you memorized the key as you had watched the brothers punch it in thousands of times

• and slowly you entered

• but you instantly regretted what you had stumbled apon

• two zabraki males laying on one bed...

• cuddling...

• you had no idea what the fuck was going on

• you had no time to even study the scenery before your instincts told you to get the hell out of there

• you instantly turned around and headed straight for the door way

• "fuck" you whisper under your breath hoping no one had heard you

• there was another key pad you had no idea how to open

• you put the first password that came to mind

• 12900

• the password for the outside lock

• suddenly it flashed red and beeped

• loud

• then you felt it

• it felt like an invisible hand

• then it hit you

• thats the force

• restraining your hands by your side

• you froze in fear, waiting for maul or savage to yell at you

• but no

• this hand spun you around so that you were facing the bed

• it was dark so you couldn't tell who was using the force

• since you knew both of them were force sensitive, you were clueless as to who it was

• well one of them turned on the lights

• "savage?!"

• but it wasn't savage who was using the force

• it was maul

• savage was just very confused

• a tiny laugh tumbled from your lips

• "are you lost baby girl" the red zabrak growled

• a wicked grin painted the golden zabrak's face

• "u-um ya know what- I was just leaving."

• "no. You have something to ask dont you"

• you are very confused as to how he knows that. But the force works in ways you don't quite understand

• "why- why are you sl-"

• you were cut off with a playful snarl

• "sleep like this?"

• "yes" you mumble under your breath

• "well," savage cutting off maul

• his actions earned a not so playful growl from maul

• "in Nightbrother culture we sleep in piles...

• a confused expression painted your face, but you kind of understood

• as a confusedexpression painted savages face too

• "I personally don't know how you humans do it"

• maul looks savage right in the eyes

• "are you fucking daft?"

• the golden zabrak growns

• "they sleep by themselves, savage"

• your aura shifting into a playful mood"well-"

• "I've never experienced sleep like that"

• "no" the red zabrak growls

• "please" you beg

• that look you give him is a look that had always put the zabrak in a trance from day one

• another voice cuts in "maul, it will be fun"

• you guess that look put savage in a trance too

• you giggle "cmon please please please"

• "fine, but its just to get you to shut up"

• you and Savage both have a wide grin on your face

• while maul looks very serious and annoyed

• when you are given the all clear, you hop in bed with them

•Savage on the left of you, maul to the right

• its quite comfortable, as there body heat is lulling you to sleep

• you are so close to drifting of when you feel it

• calloused fingers dragging down the back of your neck

• soon closing in on your neck in a soft but tight grip on your neck

• "shhhh" the crimson Zabrak wispers

• a kiss is planted on your neck, hot and heavy

• as you let out a slight moan, the hand on your neck turns into a hand covering your mouth

• as you grinned into his hand he let go of your mouth, slowly placing it back around your neck

• "you have been a bad girl haven't you"

• you nod into his grip

• "sneaking into our quarters like that

• then begging to sleep in our bed like this"

• you already knew this was going to be the outcome by the aura in the room

• and boy, did you love it

• maul had told you maybe a week after you had first joined them that he goes through something called a heat cycle

• so if he ever says something strange or of sexual nature, to ignore it

•you guessed that was what all this was about

•and if so you wanted to help

•you knew this was going to be daring but just to tease him on a little bit more,

• you started moving your ass against his already obvious excitement

• "and now this. Oh you are nieve, and have no idea what your getting yourself into baby girl"

• you instantly reached for his boxers

• when his free hand stopped you

• "eager are we?"

• he pulled his boxers the rest of the way down and threw them off the bed

• and since you had just a silk gown on, he could have easy access to your already soaking core

• suddenly his thumb is massaging your clit

• you swere you could come right there

• but he stops and retrieves his hand

• "is this what you want baby girl"

• you make a slight nod so savage doesn't wake up

• "now I'll tell you what were gonna do, ok princess?"

• you nod one again

• "good."

• "you are going to be a good girl and take all of my cock"

• you were slightly worried about him as you had seen him before naked in the shower.

• he didn't know you could see him until he looked over and turned around.

• instead of trying to cover himself, he put his hands on his hips, waiting for you to leave

• but you couldn't help yourself from staring at his member

• one thing you remember is it had ridges

• and you had no knowledge of what a zabrak's member looked like

•exept for this one guy who flashed you...

• but you found it quite fascinating

• but what really scared you was the shear size of him

• you couldn't get a good look but from what you could see was that he was about 7 inches

• and you didn't know if he was aroused or surprised because he was very very excited

• you suddenly snapped out of your memory when he pushed his head in slightly

• you were about to moan when one again he caught your mouth

• "shhh princess"

• a tear threatened to roll down your cheek when he let out a growl as he pushed more of himself into you

• stretching you to the max

• and filling you to the brim with bliss

• and finally he was all the way in you

• "now, for your punishment you will not move off of my cock until I tell you to"

•his tone filled with mischief and pure lust

• this was already enough to push you to the edge

• as you nodded once more

• you figured this was how you would be sleeping

• but it hit you a few seconds later when you desperately wanted to move but you know you couldn't

• you wanted to prove to him that you were a good girl

• "so this is how I'm going to be sleeping?" you whispered

• "mmh yes my darling"

• a groan tumbled off of his lips when you positioned yourself to a more comfortable position

• as he nipped your ear he whispered something in a tone you had never ever heard him speak in before

• "your mine"

• oh how this was going to be a long night.

@hxldmxdxwn I thought you would want to see this 😳🥰

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[annoyedlord]

Hello you, I'm sorry for bothering you but today was just a really shitty day and your blog always makes me smile. At my uni we are supposed to pay them the "Semesterbeitrag" (a certain amount of money that we have to pay each semester to keep on studying) and I payed it on Friday. Today I got an email that told me I haven't payed yet (which I did). I know that it takes some time to transfer the money and to upload the necessary paperwork to my uni account and, since it was an automatic email the money is probably with them and they just haven't had the time for the paperwork yet, BUT I have been a ball of anxiety since that email, checked the numbers for the 100dred time (they are all correct) and checked my account at least 5 times. The deadline for the money is on Monday and since I have transferred it to them and I can prove it that I did it on time, I shouldn't have to worry but I do q.q And because of that I wasn't able to concentrate properly on the Test I had today and while I managed to solve it, I have no idea if my answers were right and I'm now on top worrying that I didn't pass the test q.q and I'm sorry for coming into your askbox like that and feel free to ignore me but I just needed to get this of my chest. (on a happier note, I rewatched Howls Moving Castle and it made me feel better and I wondered what your favorite ghibli movie is or, if you don't watch ghibli, what your favorite animated movie is?) I hope you had a nice day 💜

Hi there!!

I’m sure everything will be okay, considering you’ve done everything right! It’s alright to still feel anxious about that as your brain probably created a little pool of anxious juice and is still bathing in it. You’ll be alright and you have something to proof that you, in fact, payed! ♥️

Mmh my favorite animated movie is Cats Return!! I watched it many time!! It’s so cute and I love the animation.......

[thekitteninlove]

Alright, so i wrote the fanfic. It's not very kinky and everything is consensual. I just wrote it for fun, but it was also a challenge for myself to see if i can write this type of fiction.

Characters: Dean Tweedle

Warnings: R 18+, a bit of bondage

I was in my rented apartment in the Central Quarter waiting for Dean. He was supposed to teach me about Cradle because my boss thought this would be necessary for my work. I thought it was kinda weird that they hired a teacher to do this instead of ordering an employee with more experience to train me, but they said they wanted me to learn from the best. We’ve been having these sessions for weeks now and he’s been giving me tests every week. Someone should have warned me about how strict he is because I was totally unprepared for this. I was interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. He was already here, punctual as always. I opened the door and invited him in.

“Hello, come on in” I said and he greeted me back as he stepped into the apartment. He seemed to be only a few years older than me, which makes him the youngest teacher I’ve ever seen.

We went to the living room and sat at a table

“So,” he began to speak, “I’ve assessed your performance until now and there’s something you need to know. While your scores were good you’ve hardly improved”

Ugh! I was so sure I did it better this time. Why is he so harsh!?

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a gentler tone this time. “Is something interfering with your studies or do you not want to improve?”

The truth is there’s something that gets in the way of my studies, but I’m afraid that if I say it and he doesn’t return my feelings our relation will never be the same again. It’ll be awkward. When I read I keep thinking of him doing unspeakable things to me. I tried to push the thoughts away, but that doesn’t always work.

Seeing that I wasn’t going to answer his question any time soon he added “You know, employers are usually looking for ambitious people and if you can’t prove that you’re ambitious then it’ll be difficult for you to find a good job”

“But I’m already employed” I said

“Yes, but are you going to work at this company your whole life? Don’t you want something better?”

“I do, but… it’s just that studying isn’t really one of my favorite activities and I think don’t have enough motivation” I tried to explain myself. This wasn’t the whole truth. If I can avoid it I don’t want to lie to him.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so sooner?” he asked with a smile on his face

I don’t know why, but i had a bad feeling about this.

“Then we’ll use the carrot and stick method. If you don’t improve you get punished and if you improve you’ll get a reward. Today I’m in a good mood, so I’ll let you choose your punishment”. He was still smiling.

He’ll punish me now!? That’s not fair! He should have said so in advance. Then maybe I could’ve put more effort in it and avoided the punishment. Well, it doesn’t seem like I can get out of this situation now, so what should I say? An idea crossed my mind. If I suggested that then he’d think I was a pervert. He seemed to be a perfect gentleman, which makes me more curious about him. I mean, everyone has flaws, so I wonder what his flaws are. Should I take a risk and suggest this to him? If he seems like he hates it I can just say it was a joke. Besides which, there’s not much of an age gap between us and we’re both adults, so this suggestion won’t be so scandalous. Alright, let’s do this. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and said “Then, as a punishment, will you tie me up and tease me to your hearts content?”

He looked really taken aback. There was a moment of silence between us during which he seemed to consider my suggestion. “Hmm, that’s… a fitting punishment for you” He said with a smile on his face. “Do you have some rope or something I can tie you with?”

Whoa! I can’t believe he agreed to this. How come!? Does he maybe… feel the same way about me? I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Oh, wait, he asked for a rope. “Uh… I think I have one in a drawer” I answered. “I’ll go get it”. I got up from the chair and went to take the rope. Wait, what will he tie me to? Maybe we should go to my bedroom. “Dean, will you use this to tie me to my bed?”

“Sure”. He took the rope from my hand and we went to my bedroom, where he tied my hands to the bed. “Hmm, I wonder how I should tease you”. He was sitting besides me and looking down at me. He then leaned forward and brushed his lips against my ear. At this distance I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on my ear. My heart was beating faster than ever. He then started to kiss my neck and a soft gasp escaped my lips. While he was doing that he started to unbutton my shirt. His kisses moved to my collarbone and his fingers were roaming over my stomach.

“Mmh, that tickles” I said, but he didn’t stop. I started to giggle. “Dean, stop tickling me”

“No, I won’t. This is a punishment, remember?”

I laughed. I didn’t think he’d tickle me. I didn’t think we’d ever get so close. Is this a dream?

His hands moved behind my back to unclasp my bra. I was nervous at first, but now I feel more relaxed after being tickled like that. After he took it off he began to lick the area around my nipples.

“Nnh…” I tried to move so that I could get his mouth where I wanted it to be, but he held me firmly in place.

“There’s no use struggling. If you want something, you should beg me for it” he said. His mouth was hovering only a few millimeters away from my breast and I could feel him breathe on it

“Please…”. It’s a bit embarrassing to say this, especially now when I’m so close to him and he’s staring so intently at me.

“Yes?”

“Please, uh…” I turned my head to the side. His intense gaze was overwhelming. “lick… them”

“Hmm? Could you be more specific? Lick what exactly?”. He grasped my chin with his hand and forced me to look at him. His smile told me he was enjoying this.

Dammit. I dug my own grave. Okay, then, here goes nothing. “Will you, uh… please lick, um… my nipples”

“Alright” he said as he leaned forward to take one of them in his mouth. I moaned at the sensation of his hot tongue over my nipples. He began sucking on it as he removed my skirt. I was already breathing hard and naked at this point, but he was fully clothed. He then got up and slowly took off my panties.

“Oh my, you’re already so wet” he said as he began to remove his gloves. He placed a hand on my inner thigh and steadily made his way up, where he started to stroke my clit

“Oh, Dean~” I moaned out his name. I could feel waves of pleasure running through my body as his skilled fingers were caressing me between my legs.

Suddenly, he stopped and got up from the bed to untie me. I looked up at him quizzically.

“That’s it. That’s your punishment” he said

“Huh!? Wait, I haven’t come yet!” I retorted

“You don’t seem to understand that a punishment isn’t meant to be enjoyed” he said calmly

“I wasn’t enjoying it!”

“Liar” he said with a smirk “If you want me to make you come then you’ll first have to improve your scores”

I stared in disbelief at him

“Our next lesson is on Tuesday, so see you then. I have high hopes for you” he said as he made his way to the door

“No, Dean, wait!” I pleaded, but he was already out the door. “You sadist!” I shouted

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Kingjin au

Characters; Kim Seokjin , Min Yoongi , Kim Namjoon Genre; Humour and I guess fluffy ending. Royalty AU too ig Warnings; Few minor curse words but otherwise nothing Word count; 1.4k

Seokjin is a shit King, Yoongi is fed up of being his babysitter and Namjoon is just an innocent jewellery maker that gets dragged into the King’s shit. But ends up with a worldwide handsome man in his bed so who’s the real winner here.

⦁ Okay so we start the story at the castle where the yearly ball is held to celebrate another year under King Kim Seokjin's reign ⦁ Speaking of the King ⦁ He's standing on his chair at the head table as music plays and guests dance and talk ⦁ And he's telling jokes ⦁ People are laughing in that painful way where they don't find the joke funny but don't know what else to do ⦁ I mean, you'd laugh too if your ruler is playing comedian ⦁ "Your Majesty, I believe you've graced us with enough of your jokes now"- Advisor to the King, Min Yoongi or as he's more commonly known; The King's babysitter. ⦁ "Nonsense, Yoongi-chi! I have plenty of jokes left! I can go all night!" ⦁ Somehow, he failed to notice the despair in his subjects eyes. ⦁ Fast forward to the next day where Yoongi is lecturing Seokjin yet again about how a king should act ⦁ "I'm the King, I think only I can judge how the King of my country should act" The childlike pout and sulkily folded arms over the slumped torso of the king is prime example of how Yoongi got his nickname. ⦁ "Nobody takes you seriously, Seokjin. I'm surprised the people haven't started an uprising to dethrone you yet. You act like a child." ⦁ "My people would never! They love me!" ⦁ "As a court jester, sure, a competent ruler however? Not so much." ⦁ "Oh you'll see, this country would fall apart without me!" Followed by a dramatic exit from the advisor's office leaving poor Yoongi with yet another headache and stacks of work to do on the King's behalf. ⦁ That night Seokjin sneaks out of the castle with a plan to prove his point ⦁ He's determined to prove to Yoongi that the country needs him as King and that by the next evening, everything will have fallen to shit ⦁ Except the next day passes and the castle still stands ⦁ Seokjin watches from a little cottage on a nearby hill with his eye pressed to the smaller end of the telescope. ⦁ "A-are you going to return now, Your Majesty?" Poor innocent Namjoon never imagined he'd get dragged into anything even remotely regarding the Royal family. ⦁ Namjoon had always been happy on the outskirts, far enough from the general population to not be bothered but still close enough that he could bike into town to gather provisions whenever he needed to. ⦁ He lived a simple happy life out there on his little hill with the wild flowers and books he pressed them into to make into bookmarks and jewellery that he sold at the market once a month ⦁ And then before the sun had even arisen that morning King Kim Seokjin stumbled out of the nearby woods and onto his porch. ⦁ He hadn't left since ⦁ "Not until they beg," ⦁ Namjoon sighed for he knew the last thing anyone would do was beg to have Kim Seokjin back in charge ⦁ So suddenly Namjoon's life was no longer simple and quiet but full of a sulking royal taking up his own bed and lounging on his favourite arm chair by the window to squint out across the green green grass at the castle ⦁ "I saw another guard today," Namjoon had just returned from his daily ride through the woods. ⦁ "What did they say?" ⦁ "Well, they're not exactly going out of their way to look for you," He admitted and the king groaned, throwing his arms up dramatically before muttering to himself grumpily in a way Namjoon was certain would've been a hex if only magic was real ⦁ Three weeks passed before Seokjin realised his plan was failing and the castle was thriving without him ⦁ In his absence Yoongi had been making all the decisions and the country was honestly better for it ⦁ But of course, if King Seokjin is one thing, it's a stubborn dumbass ⦁ "New plan, Namjoonie," ⦁ "Do I have a say?" ⦁ "Not in the slightest." ⦁ Which is how that very same afternoon Namjoon found himself standing infront of Yoongi on the opposite side of his large wooden desk in his office ⦁ "Ransom?" Yoongi questioned after reading the note previously handed to him that the advisor instantly knew was written by the king ⦁ "Uh, yes, ransom." An awkward shuffle. ⦁ "You're telling me you've had the King in your home for the past three weeks and now demand to be paid to return him?" ⦁ "Yep, that-that's what the note says." ⦁ "You know I was raised with Seokjin, right? I know how handwriting almost as well as my own?" ⦁ Namjoon only gave a sheepish grin. ⦁ And then Yoongi turned and tossed the note into the fireplace behind him before getting up and crossing his study to uncover the safe hidden behind an end table ⦁ A large sack of coins was soon in Namjoon's hands. ⦁ "Here," ⦁ "This...this feels like a lot." ⦁ "Mmh, at least double what you asked. You'll need the compensation for dealing with his shit." ⦁ "Uhm, excuse me, what?" ⦁ "Keep him, if he's gone for a day longer the council agreed to hand the title of King to me. Let's all be honest right now, he's a shit King." ⦁ "I mean, I can't argue that," ⦁ "So, keep him until tomorrow and then tell him he's no longer King and if he returns he'll have to work for me." ⦁ "Can't you tell him?" ⦁ One note handwritten by Yoongi later and Namjoon was plodding back home with his messenger bag weighed down with shiny coins. ⦁ He made sure to take the longe route home just so he didn't have to try to keep the secret from his uninvited guest for quite as long ⦁ And then it was almost midnight and he was stepping into his cosy little cottage ⦁ Seokjin was already asleep in the armchair ⦁ Namjoon spent the night in his own bed for the first time in three weeks ⦁ The next morning he gave Seokjin the note ⦁ He expected the elder to yell at him for hiding it ⦁ He expected Seokjin to scream and do more of his posessed mutterings and curse the whole town ⦁ But the no longer King simply plucked a few pieces of gold from the sack and opened the front door ⦁ "Where are you going?" ⦁ "Does it matter? It's all downhill from here," And then he was gripping the doorframe for support as tears rolled down his cheeks and laughter hurt his lungs "Get it?! Because we're on a hill!" ⦁ It was the first time Namjoon had heard one of Seokjin's infamous jokes in person ⦁ And honestly, he laughed ⦁ Seokjin turned to him with a warmth in his chest that he had never felt before ⦁ "You laughed, at my joke. A real laugh, not the fake ones to keep me happy." ⦁ "It was funny," ⦁ The door closed and Seokjin marched across the wooden floor to throw his arms around the kind younger man's shoulders ⦁ "Uhm, Seokjin-ssi?" ⦁ "Hyung, call me hyung," ⦁ "Oh...okay, hyung." Namjoon's arms wrapped around Seokjin's waist ⦁ For the first time in his life, Namjoon thought that having another person so close wouldn't be so bad. ⦁ So Seokjin officially moved in ⦁ He collected a few of his belongings from the castle and made Yoongi promise to visit and invite both him and Namjoon to all the parties ⦁ Namjoon taught Seokjin about the flowers and how to make various things to sell at market and improve their home ⦁ Seokjin didn't have the best skill but he had a lot of creative ideas ⦁ Soon enough their crafts were the talk of the town and not long after the country ⦁ Even though they had plenty of money to spare they stilled stayed in their modest little one bedroom tucked up close together every night with love in their eyes and swelling their chests together ⦁ And they just knew that they would have a long and happy life together right there where it all started in their little cottage up on the hill

[Author’s note]

This was supposed to be just a quick lil bulletpoint au based on the prompt;

“You kidnap the King of a large country and hold him for ransom. You are shocked when you received twice what you asked for from them with a single note reading: ‘Twice the amount to make sure he never comes back’ ”

But I got more into the idea as I wrote so yeah, more detailed than it should’ve been oops lol sorry I keep playing with the idea of making it into an actual fully written story but im not sure Let me know if you think I should and maybe it could be a whole series and we can have new King Yoongi hire an advisor, mayhaps a certin little Jiminie ;) But that’s getting ahead of myself (guard Hoseok and Jungkook NO! swordsmith jk with the muscles and sweat ehehhe. Namjoon’s florist friend tae who is lowkey in love with the town swordsmith but too shy to talk to him. Little does he know the swordsmith has a weakness for cute boys that sell pretty flowers for a living.)

~Chee

[hearts-hunger]

Study Break || Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: When your brains are finally fried from studying for exams, Joe proposes a little study break to help the two of you unwind.

Pairings: College!Joe x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, fingering, a little bit of dom!joe with a silence kink 👀

A/N: Ok babes! This one’s been in my drafts forever, and I finally finished it for my sweet socks nonnie! College!Joe is my truest love and you should definitely come scream about him with me any time your heart desires. I hope you like it!

“That’s it.”

You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling with an unfocused gaze, the diagrams from your biology textbook still crowding your head.

“What’s it?” you heard your boyfriend ask. You propped yourself up on your elbow to see him sitting cross-legged on the floor, his pages of noted spread out in a circle around him. He was going through a handful of flashcards, muttering to himself.

“I’m done studying,” you told him. “My brain is fried.”

He nodded but didn’t look up from his notes. “Sounds good, baby.”

You groaned and lay on your back again. “It’s the opposite of good, Joey. It’s bad. You should tell me to keep studying.”

“Keep studying,” he said.

You could tell that he wasn’t very into the conversation, which was fine; you wished you had his single-minded focus when it came to studying. You decided to shush and let him study instead of bothering him with your inability to read one more word of your textbook. You listened to the sound of his soft recitations as he flipped through his flashcards, his voice and the soft rock playlist you had on mixing to a soothing lullaby.

“I thought you were going to keep arguing with me,” Joe said after a minute.

“I didn’t want to distract you.”

You heard the rustling of papers; a second later, Joe was climbing into bed next to you. He took a deep breath as he stretched out on his side, propping his head on his hand.

“Hi,” you said.

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Hi.”

“Are you finished studying?” you asked.

“Nope,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, sweet and tender. “But I like you better than studying.”

“But your exam’s tomorrow, Joe,” you reminded him.

“You doubt my mad skills?” he teased.

You laughed. “No, you’re going to do great on it.”

“Then quit fussing and let me kiss you,” he said, pressing his mouth to yours again. You sighed as he splayed his hand over your stomach.

“Are you sure you don’t want to study?” you asked when you came up for air.

He laughed. “Why? You’d rather me be buried in a textbook than up here with you?”

“No way,” you assured him. “But I feel bad for distracting you. I should be studying too, so I’m not doing either of us a favor.”

“You said your brain was fried,” he reminded you. “So studying any more wouldn’t do any good, right?”

“I guess.”

“Mmh. And everybody knows that you have to take a break every once in a while to stay productive and motivated, so that’s what I’m doing. Quick recharge, you know.”

You smirked. “Just a quick one, huh?”

He gave you a sheepish smile. “Well, maybe not that quick. But I’m good with that if you are. Is your roommate here?”

You absently ran your fingers under his jaw, something you did often in quiet moments because you knew he liked it. “I think so. Why?”

“No reason,” he said easily. “But if you don’t want to broadcast your love life to your roommate, I should probably think of something else to do with my break.”

You gave him a look. “That’s what you want to do with your break?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I mean, only if you want to. It lowers your stress, you know, and all this studying is making me really stressed.”

You gave him an affectionately exasperated look. “You’re something, you know that?”

“Something good?”

“Don’t push your luck, Mazzello.”

You could feel his smile as he kissed you, his hand going to your hip and pulling you closer to him.

“You never said about your roommate,” he said after a moment, pulling back a little to search your face. He knew you didn’t usually like to get it on when your roommate could hear you - what Joe made you say in bed was for his ears only. Tonight, though, you already felt a little blissed out from his heady kisses and his hand on you, soft and warm through your t-shirt.

“I’ll be quiet,” you said.

He raised a brow. “You think you can?”

You gave an incredulous laugh and smacked his shoulder, drawing a laugh from him.

“Joseph Mazzello,” you said. “I am not that loud.”

He smirked. “I beg to differ, sweetheart. But I don’t mind. I think it’s hot.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t have a nosy roommate right next door,” you said. “But whatever, I can be quiet. She never has to know.” You felt that came out wrong and wanted to fix it. “Not that I’m hiding you or anything. I love you, and I love having sex with you.”

He laughed at that, a real, genuine guffaw. You smiled at the sound and the adorable expression on his face.

“I love having sex with you too,” he said when he’d recovered, still amused. “And I love doing everything else with you, because I love you, too. But I get it. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Or we can go back to my dorm.”

“No, I want to,” you assured him. “And we can stay here, it’s fine, really. I can be quiet. I’ll prove it.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t go trying every trick in the book to make it hard for me.”

He grinned. “You’re right. This is technically only a study break, so I guess I can’t get too fancy. But I still think you’re not going to be as quiet as you think you are.”

“Try me,” you said tartly.

He kissed you, slowly making it deeper, his teeth catching on your bottom lip. You felt butterflies like you always did as his hand moved up your side from your hip, his touch never failing to make you feel loved and beautiful.

“Just a sports bra, huh?” he teased as his big hand roamed to your breasts. You had changed from your regular bra earlier into one that had pretty much zero support; it was comfortable to study in but still enough to make you feel like you were actually dressed. Under Joe’s skilled hand, it seemed like the flimsiest thing you owned.

“Only the best for you, Joey.”

“You sure are,” he agreed. “Every bit of you.”

You put a hand to his cheek and drew him closer to you as his hand moved down, his touch sending sparks through you.

“Are those - ?” He pulled back from you to look at your underwear, the blue and green striped revealed as he tugged at the waistband of your gym shorts. “They are!”

“What?” you asked, blushing, trying to play it cool.

He gave you an impish look. “I’m pretty sure you know those are my favorites.”

“You think I had you in mind when I was picking out what underwear to put on this morning?” you asked, as if that hadn’t been exactly what was going on in your head at the time.

He smirked. “I think I’m exactly what you had in mind,” he said. “And I think you hoped we’d have ourselves a little ‘study break’, hm?”

“So what if I did?” you asked. “Does that change your mind about it?”

“No way,” he said with feeling, kissing you deeply. You sighed against his mouth as his hand went under your waistband, his palm big enough to cover everything with his warmth. He liked to do that, you’d discovered; he’d keep his palm pressed against you for a minute, his thumb tracing over your inner thigh.

You sucked in a breath as he ran a finger over the fabric of your panties, the friction immediately making you wet. He continued to rub you through your underwear, the fabric getting more and more damp as he did.

“Tell me what feels good,” he reminded you as he kissed under your jaw, his voice low.

“Jesus, Joe, everything feels good,” you said, a little breathless as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and started to rub circles up and down between your folds. You felt that familiar sensation in your stomach, that kind of coiling feeling that tightened little by little in response to his touch.

His fingers glanced over your clit, and before you could stop yourself, you let out a breathy moan, your hips bucking in response to his touch. He stilled and looked up at you.

You blushed. "Sorry," you said sheepishly.

He chuckled. "That's ok, sweetheart. I was just a little surprised.” He gave you a teasing smirk. “I thought you were trying to stay quiet.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, giving him a kiss. His mouth was warm and lovely against yours as he started to move his fingers again, pressing deep, slow circles against your clit.

“I love you,” he said.

You sighed into his mouth. “I love - ah - I love you too. So much.”

You let yourself relax under him, running your fingers through his hair and breathing in the smell of his cologne and Tide laundry detergent he always washed his clothes in and something uniquely him, warm and something like home. 

His fingers started to move faster, occasionally dipping down to tease at your entrance before circling your clit again. You felt your legs start to shake, your breathing get faster.

“God, Joe,” you said, trying to stay quiet. Every movement of his skilled fingers drew a breathy, high-pitched gasp from you.

He slowed again, expertly drawing you out, giving you little tastes like he was teaching you a lesson on delayed gratification. 

“Joe,” you whined.

“Shh,” he chided. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

You willed yourself to be patient; he knew even better than you did what made you feel good, and could draw out a better orgasm than you could for yourself. You had no patience when you were by yourself, but Joe always took his time, and it was always worth it.

He steadily built up his speed again and your hips rose to meet his hand; you felt the tide of your orgasm rise as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you, teasing you almost unbearably.

“Please, Joey, faster,” you managed, you voice choked and desperate.You squeeze your thighs together around his hand, needing more friction, more depth, more of him.

“You’re a little bratty, aren’t you?” he teased, cool as ever. It was almost funny to you how he could be so collected while you were coming undone under his fingers, but you couldn’t spare the breath to laugh.

“Jesus - fuck, goddammit!” you bit out, trying to keep quiet like you’d said, but you felt a shock of pleasure run all the way through your body as he pushed another finger in and pressed harder on your clit. Your breaths came quickly, each a gasping moan. He eased up on the deep circles and tried something different, brushing his thumb over your clit like he was playing that bass guitar he fooled around with sometimes. Warmth pooled between your legs and you bit your lip to keep from gasping.

It didn’t work, though, as you let out a not-so-quiet, heartfelt “holy shit.” Your hips jerked upwards as he suddenly pressed deeper against your clit again, rubbing fast circles against it and bringing your to the edge so quickly you saw stars.

“Wait wait wait,” you panted. He stopped immediately and studied your face.

“What? You want to stop? Are you ok?” he asked, each question tumbling out without waiting for an answer.

You tried to catch your breath, crumpling the fabric of his t-shirt sleeve in your fist. “Yeah, I just - Jesus, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

He gave a surprised laugh. “That’s kind of the point, honey.”

“Yeah, but - ” You shook your head, barely coherent with his hand still between your legs, feeling each heartbeat squeeze around his fingers. “It’s gonna be loud.”

Joe grinned. “I knew you couldn’t be quiet.”

“Just - ” You groaned in frustration. You were so close to your orgasm you could have cried. “Joey, what am I supposed to do?”

He bit his lip as he looked at you, and you knew that as amusing as this was for him, he also liked the idea of you trying and failing to keep quiet while he fucked you with his fingers. He put his free hand over your mouth, the movement mixing gentleness and a very enticing dominant attitude. 

“How’s that?” he said.

You nodded.

He bowed his head to nip at your breast through the fabric of your shirt, making you gasp into his hand. “Can I make you cum now?”

Again, you nodded.

He didn’t waste any time, pumping two fingers in and out of you as he rubbed circles against your clit. He did that bass-playing thing again - you’d have to come up with a better name for it, but at the moment, all you could think about was the fact that you were going to be cumming, hard, any second now. You moved your hips against his hand, urging him to go faster; he obliged you, and before you could even warn him, you were moaning sinfully loudly against his hand as your orgasm tore through you. Your moans turned into whines of pleasure as he rubbed you through your orgasm, making your vision black at the edges with the relentless waves of pleasure. You grabbed his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises as he watched you come undone, his expression full of desire and love and wonder.

“Jesus, you’re so gorgeous,” he said breathlessly. “So beautiful, baby. I love you so much.”

You gave a keening moan as his words made the physical pleasure rocking through you even more amazing, knowing how much he loved you and how lovely he thought you were. His hand over your mouth didn’t do much, though that was more your fault than his.

Actually, no it wasn’t. As he drew his hands away from you when you were finally down from your high, he gave you a cheeky smirk; this was all his fault. Your whole res hall knew you’d been well fucked by Joe Mazzello, and it was definitely his fault.

When he kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Let the whole campus know Joe could make you moan like a whore in bed; you didn’t care.

“Did I do ok?” he asked, back to his sweetly bashful smile.

You drew him down to practically lay on top of you, liking the warm crush of your bodies so close together. He laid his head on your chest and you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Passable,” you sighed.

He laughed, and you smiled at the feel of it as it rumbled through his chest. “If passable makes you sing like that, baby, I think we’ll have to be a little more careful when it’s actually good.”

“You knew I couldn’t keep quiet,” you said. “Admit it.”

“I know you, sweetheart,” he said, looking up at you. “Are you mad?”

You gave him an amusedly exasperated smile and shook your head. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, Joe. Of course I’m not mad.”

He raised a brow. “Really? Best orgasm of your life?”

“You doubt your mad skills?” you teased, repeating his question from earlier.

He grinned and kissed you. “Not anymore. Thanks for taking a study break with me.”

“Anytime, baby,” you said.

He laughed. “Don’t tempt me.”

You both sat up in your bed, you wincing a little at the stickiness between your legs.

“Shower?” he asked.

“Shower,” you agreed. You tugged lightly on the collar of his Jurassic Park t-shirt. “And you’re coming with me.”

He gave you a grin as you pulled him in for a kiss. “Well, honey, I can’t argue with that.”

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[unexcusable]

Druck translation 131

Homosexuality and Islam

Amira: Hey, na? How’s it going?  Matteo: I picked out a few things, and I looked at them.. Amira: Okay.. Matteo: And uhm, yeah I believe we’re through with evolution theory. Just the whole genetics crap left.

A: Mhm.. and that’s for me?

M: Yes.

A: Okay. Who are you and what did you do with Matteo?

M: Funny.

A: I know.

M: Okay, do we wanna study now?

A: Yeah.

Text from Kiki: I support you completely! Gay pride !

A: Ehm.. did you maybe see the link that I sent you?

M: What link?

A: Ah, just an article I read. Actually, it’s not that important.

M: Okay..

A: Well. It was about the things we talked about lately. That.. being gay and the evolution theory don’t really go well together.

M: Yes..

A: I know it happens really rarely. Well, actually it never happens. But maybe, eventually I was mistaken.

M: Mistaken, yeah. You were mistaken.

A: It seems like there is new research that proves that homosexuality exists since thousands of years, which is why it basically belongs to evolution. Epigenetically it’s being passed on. I just thought maybe it’s good to know that, so that we don’t fail the exam.

M: Thanks.

A: Sure.

M: And what about Islam?

A: What do you mean?

M: Yeah well, what does Islam say about homosexuality?

A: Hm.. Islam says that every person, regardless of origin, orientation or skin color, is worth the same. If some idiot tries to judge people or spread hate through Islam, then that only happens because of fear. Just don’t listen to it.

M: Cool.

A: Good.

Before I forget.. my mom baked these. Happy Easter.

M: Can I..?

A: Of course!

M: Awesome. Mmh..

A: And, tastes good?

M: Tamam (arabic, meaning ‘good’)