#while writing an essay for my lit class

[czernysglittersoup]

something something merlin is a skewed mirror of uther…

something something everything they do is “for the good of the kingdom” and to ensure its future, but both are hypocritical in their actions and everything they do unintentionally march Camelot one step closer to its demise…

[d-atalog]

the gnc urge to drop out of school not even a week away from graduation and run away into the woods never to be seen again

[thebirdandhersong]

it's George Herbert lockdown hour as we ready ourselves for bed and prepare our minds for THREE HOURS OF HERBERT LECTURE TOMORROW !!!!!!

[eightglass]

Top 0.13% nice

Last time I took it, it said 0.29%, so probably just a luckier guess or two this time

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

[oleryn]

These Are Not Micker Mouse: A breakdown of the Mangoball characters through the lens of Commedia Dell’Arte (by a dramaturg wannabe with too much time on their hands)

In the wake of the Dream SMP’s recent revival brought on by Dream’s latest and greatest tomfoolery, one of the most iconic, unifying, yet hitherto unknown figures of the fandom has finally made themselves known – Mangoball ( @girl-hemingway ), creator of the viral semi-eponymous SocMed AU that took the fandom by storm in 2021-2022. With its cartoonishly zany characters and hilarious one-liners, Mangoball quickly rose the ranks of popular DSMP fanfictions and remains to this day a pleasant, hilarious read that is enjoyable even if you hate the controversial content creators therein. Obligatory fuck the Dteam and Wilbur Soot. Anything good I say about their characters is a positive reflection of Mangoball’s talent and not the content creators themselves. 

In this tumblr post, the author mentions Commedia Dell’arte (16-18th century Italian theatre) as a resource for writing crack fanfiction. That lit my theatre kid neurons up like Tubbo on October 16th, 2020 and so this essay was born. Enjoy my in-depth breakdown of the Mangoball characters through the lens of some of theatre’s most iconic archetypes. however im not a professional and im also not sober so if anything is wrong please just send a bomb to my house or somethingg

NOTE: While some characters or pairings are likened to specific archetypes, most of Mangoball’s characters are a mix of several. 

GLI INNAMORATI - THE LOVERS

This one is obvious. No one in Mangoball’s Cheater Cheater (henceforth known as MB because I’m lazy) embodies the archetype of The Lovers more than its main pairing, Dreamnotfound.

In classic Commedia, the relationship between the Innamorati is the driving force of the entire story. They are often of high status and speak in flamboyant, flowery language; at times, they recite long poetry at length from memory and tend to sing quite often. Brought to foolishness by their hopeless infatuation for one another, the lovers often have no other personality traits besides being in love.

In MB, Dream and George are the hapless romantic leads fraught with drama and miscommunication that threatens to tear them apart. Their dialogue to and about each other borders on incomprehensibly romantic (e.g. goopsie skaboingy, boinky splurge, weeble wobble, skrunkly scribblydoinky bipsy tootsy badointy tiepnsy bip bop boppie goggiy dinty scruggly duggly big bampidointy dougly goopsie scaboinky pipupsy datootsit) and both characters associate themselves with poetry, song and dance, and other lofty forms of prose throughout the work (Dream singing the entire Mama Mia soundtrack after sleeping with George for the first time, reciting Romeo and Juliet sonnets to George despite having never read the play, George texting Quackity the La La Land script line by line by memory). They have little other personality besides the infatuation they hold for each other, but that doesn’t stop them from being enjoyable and hilarious leads that we as readers can’t help but root for.

VECCHI - THE VILLAINS

Though the Italian word Vecchi translates literally to ‘old men’, the Vecchi class of Commedia Dell’Arte characters serve as villains or opponents to the Innamorati. They are usually older characters that use their positions of power for selfish or immoral reasons. This doesn’t translate as clearly to MB as the Innamorati do, but that doesn’t mean that the story is free of Vecchi influences. Sapnap and Tommy are the story’s primary villains – Sapnap for his status as romantic rival to DNF; Tommy for his single-minded hatred of Dream that leads him to create increasingly popular Twitter spaces for the sole purpose of insulting him. Sapnap’s character is marked by his jealousy, his dishonesty, and the continued schemes he pulls to get between the main lovers. He is also the butt of several ratios and is generally regarded as a nuisance. Some of these traits are found in the Pantaleone character – although Sapnap does not possess the miserly money-hungriness that Pantaleone is known for. Anselmo is a lesser-known stock character characterized as a veccho-innamorati, or a romantic rival, but that is the extent of Sapnap’s relation to him. Il Dottore is also sometimes characterized as an adulterer, but like with Pantaleone, Sapnap lacks Dottore’s iconic traits (in his case, being a parody of the educated elite who regularly talks confidently about stuff he knows nothing about and bores the other characters offstage.)

I don’t think any Commedia character possesses such intense hatred for another character as Tommy does for Dream. He’s less of a Vecchi and moreso of a complete foil to the Innamorati – a total and utter hater, largely a flat character beyond his negative feelings for his former Compsci tutor. An Innaodio? That kid will stop at nothing to destroy Dream. I don’t think it’s even explained why Tommy hates him so much beyond his annoyance for Dream’s affections for George. 

Honestly, maybe that’s enough to warrant some hatred.

ZANNI — THE ROOMMATES

Karl, Quackity, Corpse, Wilbur, and the elusive Badboyhalo are all part of the Zanni class of Commedia characters. The Zanni characters are traditionally the low-class servants of the higher-status Vecchi or Innamorati. Usually found in pairs, they are often separated into the silly and buffoonish and then into the cunning, quarrelsome, and conniving. In Mangoball, they’re the roommates/sidekicks of our main leads… apart from Badboyhalo. We’ll get back to him. 

Karl and Quackity are George’s roommates; Corpse is Dream’s. Corpse is a somewhat judgemental watcher of Dream’s antics, not afraid to stir up drama or join Tommy’s hateful lives, and yet remains supportive of him overall. He is also the subject of Wilbur's odd romantic advances. Quackity regularly acts like he wants to actually kill himself over George’s romantic endeavours and regularly threatens the trio with violence or piss-related crimes (e.g. okay but im peeing on the couch!). Karl, as arguably the most rational character of the entire work, is often kinder to George than Quackity is, though his normalcy often leads to him being ridiculed (e.g. the entire group unanimously agreeing that he is the craziest among them for doing such things as eating an orange). Quackity and Karl are also the only ones to break the fourth wall and call out the story for its texting-only medium. In all honesty, they’re too smart (and not horny enough) to fit most of the Zanni archetypes. I would consider them the straight men of the work. Most of their comedy comes from their reactions to what’s going on around them.

Nothing sums up their characters more than this iconic bit:

SPECIAL MENTIONS - WILBUR

The Arlecchino, or Harlequin, archetype is the base for most fool/clown characters that have risen to prominence over the course of history and is a comedic bastion in any Commedia production. Colourful and acrobatic, Arlecchino oscillates between legendary dim-wittedness and a single-minded dedication to achieving his goals. He is often abused by smarter characters, easily distracted by lust and food, and will foray into the complicated, the absurd, and the illegal to get what he wants without a second thought. While what usually sets Arlecchino apart from other Commedia archetypes is his acrobatic prowess, that doesn’t exactly translate well into written prose. 

Mangoball’s Wilbur is a proven criminal, a buffoon, and also implied to be a literal alien. While hardly tolerated by the rest of the crew, he's also responsible for several of Mangoball’s iconic lines. His character is always one step behind the joke (e.g. ‘These are not micker mouse?’ – his inability to understand well-known Disney characters, which he blames on being British) and, at random intervals, acts romantically or sexually towards Corpse without any prompting. His advances go largely rejected or ignored. The other crew members frequently bully him for his antics (e.g. them letting him starve for 20 hours during the road trip) and yet make use of his complete disregard for the law when is beneficial for the plot (e.g. him breaking into a Miami villa and loaning it to two groups simultaneously without realizing). Overall, Mangoball’s Wilbur is integral to highlighting the comedic contrast between the more rational characters and the insane situations they find themselves in. He proves himself as a driving comedic force with the final tweet of the original work.

SPECIAL MENTIONS - BADBOYHALO

fuck if i know genuinely. no one in the history of ever is doing it like him im beign so serious what the ffuck is wrong with him geniunely

he;s fuckign everyones mother. hes eeveryones dad. hes your dad. hes my dad too i thjink. guys i hve to go call my mother rightnow im sorryyyy

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒆? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? // WC: 1.4k

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. N is out on patrol when he catches you inside a class room finishing up some homework, once you’re done he walks you home and stays for awhile.

— content warnings. its just fluff, hand holding and a cheek kiss ;3

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, tried my best guys I know some things lore wise but ehh….i had to add random things for it to fit all together ANYWHO love this little guy he’s so adorbs (this is not proof read btw…)

 N trudged through the dimly lit hallways of the school facility, his joints creaking slightly after a long and tedious patrol cycle. All he wanted now was to shut down for recharge, but duty compelled him to remain vigilant. He peeked into each classroom as he passed, scanning for any signs of unusual activity or potential threats.

 

Just as he was about to move on, a faint sound caught his attention from the next room up ahead. Cautiously, N approached the doorway and peeped inside. There, across the room, was you—seated at your desk with a look of deep concentration etched across your screen. Your optical units were focused intently on your laptop, typing away to what seems like an essay.

 

N found himself transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from you. The way your brow seemed to furrow ever so slightly, the subtle shifts in your posture as you worked—it all captivated him. He couldn't help but just admire you.

 

Time seemed to slow as N stood there, covertly observing. All he knew was that he didn't want this moment to end—to tear himself away from the sight before him.

 

After a few more minutes, you sat back with a satisfied nod and began powering down your computer. N's core fluttered nervously—now was his chance. "Hey bud, you headed home soon?"

 

His voice startled you, and your gaze met his with a smile. "Just wrapping things up here." You closed your laptop and set it inside your backpack while N fidgeted.

 

Why was it so hard to find the right words around you? Taking a steadying vent of air, N plowed ahead. "I was thinking, uh, since we both go the same way and all...wanna walk together?" His speech stumbled as flustered static crept in. "For! Uhm, for safety purposes of course."

 

"You trying to ditch patrol again, N?" His display flashed a brighter yellow in embarrassment. Of course you'd seen right through his feeble excuse. But to N's relief, your tone was teasing rather than accusing.

 

"No, no, honest!" he rushed to clarify. "I just...want to make sure you get home safe, you know? You never know what's lurking around." N chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face heat further. "But no pressure! I'll leave you be."

 

He started to scurry off, but you called after him. "Wait up, doofus; I was just messing with you. Sure, you can tag along."

 

 

N almost tripped over in excitement as he turned back to you. "You serious? I mean, of course you're serious; why wouldn't you be? Just didn't expect-" He cut himself off, seeing your amused expression. "Right, shutting up now. You, uh, are you ready to head out?"

 

You gave a final check that your desk was clear before nodding. "All set."

 

As you walked out of the school, N rambled on about his day. "Man, patrol was so boring today. At least now I get to hang with you for a bit." He swung his arms energetically as he walked alongside you.

 

 

As the two of you exited the school building, a cool breeze blew past. N shivered slightly despite having no organic components. "Brr, sure is chilly tonight. Glad I don't have to stand outside on patrol much longer."

 

You chuckled at his reaction. "Aww, does the big bad robot 'ave a wittle cold circuit?" N shot you a sideways glance, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh hush..”

 

 

Laughing, you slung an arm around N's shoulders in a mock hug. "Aw, it's okay, I'll keep you warm!" Much to your amusement, this only caused N to blush further while stammering incoherently. Smirking, you released your hold and continued on ahead.

 

As your optics adjusted to the darkness, you noticed N nervously scanning the shadows with his bright glow. "Relax bolt-brain; nothing is sneaking up on us tonight. You're the scariest thing around these parts," you teased, nudging him playfully.

 

N rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, better safe than sorry, right? Patrol's got me on high alert, I guess."

 

N shuffled closer to your side as you both made your way down the living quarters, wrapping his tail carefully around your leg. Though he claimed it was for protection, you suspected he simply enjoyed being close. Not before long, the row of housing units emerged into view.

 

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the doorway of your home. N peered at it curiously. "Wanna come in? My folks are working overtime at the door again, so we've got the place to ourselves."

 

N hesitated, fidgeting anxiously. "I, uh, don't want to intrude or anything.”

 

"Don't worry so much," you said reassuringly. "Like I said, my parents are working late, so it's just us. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want the company."

 

N still seemed unsure, nervously twisting his hands together. His eyes flickered from you to the doorway and back again. You could tell he wanted to accept the invitation, but something was holding him back.

 

Sighing softly, you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Look, I get if it seems weird since we're different models. But to me, you're just N—my friend. You've always got my back, and I want to return the favor. So what do you say? Wanna come in and hang longer?

 

After a moment, he smiled shyly. "You really see me as a friend? Even though I'm probably the lamest murder drone ever built."

 

You grinned and punched his arm playfully. "Duh, why else would I hang out with you? Now come on!!”

 

You led N down the hallway to your room. "Not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."

 

Kicking off some stray debris, you plopped down on your bed and gave it an encouraging pat. "Park it, toaster." N did so nervously, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

 

With a flick of your wrist, you played some upbeat nightcore music; it played at a comfortable volume.

 

N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, listening to the upbeat music pulsing through the room. "Cozy set up you've got here," he said, his gaze flitting around nervously.

 

"Yeahhh”  you replied with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. "So, being a murder drone. Bet that's...umm...murder-y?"

 

N couldn't help but chuckle at your lame joke. "Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's uh, it's definitely something." He leaned back, debating how much to say.

 

"Mostly it's just... fixing up the ship, or stopping V from taking out another one of you guys, that sort of thing." His attempt at casual humor fell flat, but you nodded encouragingly.

 

"It can be tense though," N continued more seriously. "When intruders show up, lives get put at risk. The pressure to terminate threats efficiently, without fail...it's a lot." He took on a faraway, troubled look.

 

Fizzling out, N sighed softly. "Truth is... I'm not just some cold killer bot, you know? I care about protecting this place and keeping everyone safe. Including..." His gaze met yours shyly. "Including you."

 

 

Gently, you reached out to take his hand in yours. N jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. "I know you care, you dork. You wouldn't keep risking your wiring to walk me home otherwise."

 

"Well, uh, it's just standard procedure! Gotta look out for...others and all that ha—ha…”

 

You chuckled. "Sure thing. We both know you just looovee my charming personality." Squeezing his hand reassuringly, you leaned in until your faces nearly touched.

 

"Listen N. Killing isn't all you are; it's what you have to.. Uh do.. And I like who you are—awkward jokes and all."

 

You gently lifted a hand to cup his cheek. N hitched at the contact, but he didn't pull away, instead leaning into your palm with a soft sigh. Gathering courage, you pressed a kiss to the cold metal.

 

When you drew back, N's smile could have powered the whole facility.

 

N's cheek plates flushed a deeper yellow as he leaned into your palm, still processing what just happened.

 

"I, uh...wow." Was all he could manage at first, a flustered chuckle escaping him. You smiled fondly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

 

"Are...are you sure about this?" He looked at you. "I mean, me? Really?"

 

"N, relax." You said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

"R-right, sorry. I just... care about you. A lot." His gaze became unusually intense.

 

Your core swelled at his words. Leaning close once more, you pressed your forehead to his with a murmur. “Stay for tonight?”

 

Eyes closed, he nuzzled gently into the embrace. "Y-yeah. I can um.." he swallowed before he continued, “do that..yeah”

© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.

[doctorsiren]

Art of Patroclus wearing Achilles’s armour that I did while writing an essay for my Greek and Roman Lit class last week

[iamconstantine]

arcane characters as college staff

Mel

History professor 

Refers to all students by (honorific) (surname)

Nothing but praise on ratemyproffesor

“I didn’t like history until I took Professor Medarda’s class” 

Doesn’t write scholarly articles, just giant ass books that she pumps out almost every year somehow

Quickly responds to emails. No response = its in the syllabus 

“Is there any make up work I can do to get my grade up—“ Absolutely not

But if you go the writing center you can get extra credit

Every year her students ask for an extension on the final project and every year she gives a long and furious rant about how the project was visible online from Day 1 and they had all semester to work on it

She has a beautiful office that looks like a miniature library and she only sees students by appointment

Jayce

Physics professor

Is a prolific author but somehow can’t figure out how to set up the course online

Prints cheesy physics memes 

Every zoom meeting begins with 1000 messages saying “professor Talis we can’t hear you your mic isn’t on” every. time.

you can come see him in his office any time, door’s always open

but his office is so messy you probably won’t be able to sit because he has a stack of papers on every chair

“Everyone got this question on the exam wrong so I’m going to give everyone credit because that means i didn’t teach it properly”

Always throws an end-of-year party at his place 

Caitlyn

English Literature professor 

would win best dressed of the staff, always shows up in the slacks-and-blazer fit

“To understand why the narrator wears red shoes, we need to take a look at the sociopolitical state of Edinburgh in 1864.”

if you reply to a discussion board post with just “I agree” you’re not getting credit and it isn’t up for discussion 

Never reads contemporary fiction. The “newest” book she’s read is The Great Gatsby

“We’re not having a party but if you want to bring snacks and soda to the last day of class that’s fine”

Covers a lot of authors but it somehow always comes back to Emily Dickenson

Is that teacher that assigns 400-page books every week

Constantly publishing in lit journals (rumor has it she writes steamy open-door romance books under a pen-name but no one has confirmed this)

Ekko

Art professor 

You have to actively screw up to get a bad grade with him

He wrote thousands of letters to the board until they caved and gave the class a proper kiln

“Write a three-page essay explaining why AI art is not art and insisting otherwise is spitting in the face of humankind. Double spaced. Due Friday 11:59”

Throws back coffee. Has a coffeemaker in the studio. Two of them. 

“Hey guys some of you are submitting assignments at 2 in the morning. It can wait until the next day. Please get some sleep.”

He’s created awe-inspiring pieces but if you just wanna paint a frog wearing a hat he’ll say “that’s cool”

Says he knows who banksy is but will never tell

He gets way too deep in the zone. Once reached for his coffee cup while painting, drank paint water instead. Didn’t notice.

Jinx

Chemistry professor 

If you email her the response will be “k” or “no” and nothing else

Waits until twenty minutes after the class begins to email everyone that class is canceled 

Never wears a coat, goggles, or gloves. But will call out students if they don’t

takes 5 years to post grades

“Look I’m not remembering any names. Too many. If I’m talking to you I’ll just point”

Puts a meme on the projector every day. Mostly incomprehensible. Picture of a horse on an beach and it just says “Zimbabwe”

lowest score on ratemyprofessor

someone creates a website called ratemystudent and administration has no proof that it was her because technically the students with bad scores being the same students that get bad grades in her class can be coincidental 

Viktor

Biomedical engineering professor 

Only professor who still uses chalkboards

First day of class is first day of class. No reviewing the syllabus, turn to page 34 in your textbook.

Puts things in the syllabus to catch people who use ChatGPT. If you’re caught, you’re removed from his class. Immediately. You will not get to plead your case.

Most of his cited sources are himself

Literally begs students to thrift their textbooks online instead of buying them from the school. Provides free PDFs as often as he can.

He reads journals every day and will write personal letters to authors he disagrees with

If a student asks a particularly dumb question he’ll step out of the room for ten minutes to compose himself and then resume teaching like nothing happened

Vi

Not a professor, works at the on-campus gym and leads clubs

Constantly curses without batting an eye. Students will leave class with their very uptight professor then come to the soccer club where vi walks in like “sorry I’m late guys i had a motherfucker of a headache this morning”

Please don’t ask her about anything that isn’t club or sport related. If you ask for directions or how to get in contact with student services she’s got nothing

If she refs for a game and you’re on the opposing team you’d better watch yourself. She will rip you a new one if you break any rules. One time a player grabbed one of her member’s mask during a game and he left crying after Vi was done with him

Students run into her at the local hangouts a lot but it’s never awkward. just reminds you not to party too hard before the game tomorrow 

Leads pretty much every club but dance. Wouldn’t admit it but she has no sense of rhythm and refuses to even do it as a student

You can call her coach or captain or just Vi, whatever you want. But if you call her Violet she’ll stare you down until you correct yourself

Heimerdinger

Anthropology professor 

Spends the first day of class getting to know everyone. “We’re going to go around and give our names and a fun fact about ourselves!”

Gives the “Nacirema” assignment and can’t wait to tell everyone the catch

His classroom is filled with artifacts. Don’t ask about any of them because it will take up class time

If you can’t make it to class he sends really nice responses saying he understands, then checks in when you come back

The only thing that puts him in a bad mood is the “why do anthropologists study dinosaurs if anthropology is about people” question. He’s old and tired 

Keeps thinking about retiring, keeps changing his mind

Silco

Political science professor

His classroom is bare and blank. No life. Just fluorescent lights and chairs.

Brags about how few people pass his class

Very strict on attendance. Too many absences and you’re out. 

If the assignment is due at 11:59 and you turn it in at 12:00, it’s late

“I am quite interested to hear why you believe you are deserving of a higher grade when you’ve spent less than thirty minutes attending all of my classes combined. Please, continue.”

Will straight up roast other professors no problem. Encourages students to pass it along

He encourages debate but the only thing students debate about outside of class is whether he’s hot or creepy af

Final project is a choice between A) A ten-page essay on why there is no ethical consumption under capitalism, or B) a presentation on why the country is doomed

Vander

Education professor 

Makes his own series of Crash Course-esque videos

Comes to class in jeans at best. Sweats, sometimes. 

He has one coffee mug that says #1 Dad and he refuses to use anything else

He puts fun questions on his exams, like riddles. If no one gets it, he actually gets sad

Whenever he erases the whiteboard he always misses a spot. He’s that professor.

If he catches you plagiarizing, you get one pass before he reports it. But you have to come to his office so he can tell you how disappointed he is and how much potential you have

He gives a seminar about how worried he is for the future of education and the wellbeing of the next generation and everyone leaves feeling guilty. Everyone.

Make a pop culture reference in class and everything will grind to a halt so you can explain it to him. Visuals help.

Sevika

Librarian

If you play music in the library she’ll walk up to you and just go “are you joking”

Have a phone call on speaker and she’s hanging it up for you

There’s signs telling you to be quiet every three feet

If you see her outside of school no you didn’t

She’s in charge of leading classes on accessing academic databases and she fucking hates it

Somehow knows where every book is down to the shelf. She’ll tell you what you’re looking for before you can finish your sentence

technically she’s supposed to do a walkthrough before closing for the night but if you can’t read the library hours on the signs it’s your fault if you get locked in

[bitchiswild]

Cute Distraction

Subby G!P Yunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: hmmm good question! It’s SMUT.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n: school is now done 😎 I should be back on my grind 😛

“Y/nnnn, pleaseeee,” Yunjin whined, staring at you with her puppy-like eyes, practically begging for your attention.

You were in the middle of reading your book, the one assigned to your class by your professor. You needed to read this book to write your upcoming essay, but Yunjin was distracting you. She had been needy all day.

You glanced at her—the pout on her face, her puppy eyes, and the way her hand was touching your leg. You really wanted to give in, but you decided to toy with her a little more.

With a sigh, you set your book down and looked at her. “What is it, Yunjin?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“Y/n, I’m bored,” she complained, her voice almost a whimper. “You’ve been reading that book forever.”

“It’s important,” you replied, picking up the book again and pretending to read. “I need to finish this for my essay.”

“But I need you,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Her hand slid a little higher on your leg, sending a shiver up your spine.

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to give in. “You need to learn to be patient,” you said, trying to sound stern. “I’ll be done soon.”

Yunjin pouted even more, her lower lip jutting out adorably. “Please, Y/n,” she said, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on your thigh. “Just a little break?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Fine,” you said finally, setting the book aside again. “But only for a little while.”

Her face lit up with a triumphant smile as she leaned in closer. “Thank you, Y/n,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.

As she wrapped her arms around you, you couldn’t help but smile. “Has my baby been needy all day?” you hummed, pushing her to lie down on the couch. You got on top of her, running your hand all over her body.

Yunjin giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You have no idea,” she murmured, arching her back slightly to press closer to you. “It’s been torture waiting for you to finish that book.”

You chuckled, your fingers tracing delicate patterns along her sides. “Well, I guess I can take a little break to give you some attention,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear. “But you have to promise to let me finish my reading later.”

She nodded eagerly, her hands gripping your shoulders. “I promise,” she said breathlessly. “Just don’t make me wait any longer.”

You leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, teasing kiss. Yunjin sighed against your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair. You deepened the kiss, your hand slipping under her shirt to caress the warm skin of her waist.

“Y/n,” she moaned softly, her bucking against yours. “Please…”

You pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “Please what?” you asked, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed with desire.

“Please don’t tease me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.

You smiled, leaning down to kiss her again. “Alright, baby,” you murmured against her lips. “I’ll give you what you want.”

You teasingly dropped down until your face was level with her clothed crotch. Your hands gripped her sweats, the imprint of her hardening member showing clearly, making your clit twitch at the sight. You teased her clothed member, running your fingers lightly over the fabric, causing Yunjin to buck her hips and whine.

“Y/n, please,” she whimpered, her voice high-pitched and desperate.

You smiled up at her, enjoying the effect you had on her. “What’s the matter, baby?” you asked, your fingers tracing the outline of her erection. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she gasped, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

You chuckled softly, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her sweats and slowly pulling them down. Yunjin’s hips lifted to help you, her breath hitching as her member sprang free, straining against her underwear.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her clothed length, feeling her shudder beneath you. “You’ve been so patient,” you murmured, your breath hot against her sensitive skin. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely more than a whine. “Please, Y/n. I need you.”

With deliberate slowness, you pulled her underwear down, freeing her completely. Yunjin’s member twitched, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. You licked your lips, feeling a surge of arousal at the sight.

“Y/n,” she whined, her hands gripping the couch cushions tightly. “Please don’t tease me. I can’t take it.”

You kissed the tip, tasting the salty sweetness of her pre-cum. Yunjin moaned loudly, her body trembling. “Oh god, Y/n,” she breathed, her voice rising in pitch. “Please. I need more.”

You hummed in response, taking her tip into your mouth and sucking gently. Yunjin’s hips bucked involuntarily, and you placed your hands on her thighs to hold her still. Slowly, you took more of her into your mouth, your tongue swirling around her shaft.

“Y/n,” she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. “Please, please, please.”

You increased your pace, sucking harder and moving your head up and down her length. Yunjin’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath you. “I’m so close,” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

With a final, desperate cry, she came, her member pulsing in your mouth as you swallowed her release. You continued to suck gently, milking every drop from her, before finally pulling back. As you looked up, you noticed tears rolling down Yunjin’s flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and overwhelmed emotion.

You reached up, gently wiping away her tears. “You okay baby?” you asked softly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Amazing,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from whining and crying. She reached out to pull you up for a kiss. “You’re amazing.”

You kissed her softly, feeling her arms wrap around you. As you pulled back, you noticed the renewed desire in her eyes, her member still half-hard against your thigh. A mischievous smile spread across your face as you straddled her, your own arousal making your movements deliberate and slow.

“Ready for more?” you murmured, grinding your hips against her, feeling her length harden again beneath you.

Yunjin gasped, her hands gripping your hips tightly. “Y/n, please,” she whimpered, her voice filled with need.

You reached down, guiding her member to your entrance, your wetness making it easy. Slowly, you sank down onto her, both of you moaning at the sensation. You paused for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, before you began to move.

Yunjin’s hands moved to your waist, helping to guide your movements. Her eyes were locked on yours, the intensity of her gaze sending shivers down your spine. You rode her slowly at first, savoring every moment, but soon your need overtook you, and you began to move faster.

“Y/n,” she moaned, her head falling back against the couch. “You feel so good. So tight.”

You leaned forward, your hands bracing on her shoulders as you rode her harder, the sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room. “Yunjin,” you gasped, your own pleasure building with every thrust. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she whimpered, her hips thrusting up to meet yours. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

With a final, desperate cry, you came, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Yunjin followed moments later, her own release triggered by the sight and feel of your climax. You could feel her pulsing inside you, filling you up with her cum, intensifying your pleasure. You collapsed against her, both of you panting and spent

For a moment, you both just lay there, basking in the afterglow. Finally, you lifted your head to look at her, a satisfied smile on your face. “How was that, baby?”

Yunjin smiled weakly, her eyes still shining with tears and satisfaction. “Perfect,” she whispered, pulling you close for a tender kiss. You kissed her back, savoring the intimacy, but you could still feel her hardness growing again, pressing against you, her need far from satiated. A mischievous thought crossed your mind as you flipped the two of you over, putting Yunjin on top. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and anticipation.

“Y/n,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?”

You grinned up at her, running your hands along her sides. “I think it’s your turn to take control,” you whispered, teasingly lifting your hips to brush against her. “But remember, you’re still my subby baby.”

Yunjin bit her lip, a shiver running through her body. “Please, Y/n,” she whined, her hips moving almost instinctively against you. “I need you.”

You guided her, positioning her member at your entrance. “Then take me,” you murmured, your voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you need me.”

With a desperate moan, Yunjin pushed into you, her movements hesitant at first. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hands gripping your hips as she began to move. The feeling of her filling you completely made you moan, your own arousal heightening with every thrust.

“Y/n,” she whined, her voice cracking with desperation. “It feels so good. I can’t... I can’t hold back.”

“Don’t,” you encouraged, wrapping your legs around her to pull her deeper. “Let go, Yunjin. Give in to it.”

She sobbed softly, her thrusts becoming more erratic and needy. “Please, Y/n,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “I need you so much. I’m so close.”

You reached up, wiping away her tears with your thumb. “I know, baby,” you whispered, your own voice trembling with pleasure. “I’m close too. Don’t stop.”

With a final, desperate cry, Yunjin came again, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Her movements triggered your own climax, and you cried out, your body arching against hers as waves of pleasure washed over you.

For a moment, you both just lay there, panting and trembling, holding onto each other. Finally, Yunjin collapsed against you, her face buried in your neck, still softly whimpering.

“You did so well, baby,” you murmured, stroking her hair gently. “You’re amazing.”

“Y/n,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I... I love you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with emotion. “I love you too, Yunjin,” you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Now, let’s rest for a bit, okay?”

“Now,” you said with a playful grin, “can I finally finish my book?”

Yunjin laughed softly, nodding. “I suppose,” she said, her voice still breathless. “But don’t take too long. I might need you again.”

You chuckled, giving her one last kiss before reaching for your book. With Yunjin by your side, you knew that no matter how many times you got distracted, you’d always come back to her.

[fieldofdaisiies]

professor! Azriel x Reader

a long time ago I got an professor!Azriel x Reader request and I kind of forgot about it. I am so sorry, but thanks to a very inspirational conversation with @moonlightazriel and @brekkershadowsinger I decided to finally write this little thing hehe enjoy, hope you like it💛

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Azriel is extremely passionate when talking about his subject - Literature

you are practically bound to his lips, you can look away nor not pay attention

he has a certain way with words that just captured you

especially when he is speaking in another language, quoting poems or simple phrases

his voice alone will make your knees feel wobbly

and God, when he traces his index and middle finger over the spine or a page

during the lecture your eyes will often meet, just quick, subtle glances, that speak volumes

he loves it when you challenge him

he makes a statement - "and that’s why woman were not allowed to write back then"

just to get a reaction from you, just see your determined and vigorous side, just to see you argue and challenge him

you get extremely temperamental and Azriel loves this

of course he smirks while listening to you

when writing an essay he will help you, giving you support, providing you with literature, guiding you into the right direction

your hands will always accidentally touch, and you will steal more glances at each other while you stand next to his desk and go over your essay together

when correcting your tests or homework and you did well you will always get a little message saying "good girl, did so well on my exam, let’s see how I can reward you"

when you give a good answer in class his eyes will slide to you, and a barely there smirk will tug at his lips, the sparkle in his eyes full of sensual promises

and God forbid when you don’t show up to class - the pretty little reminder he leaves on your ass in form of his hand print will never make you stay away from class again

the more your relationship develops the more time you will spend together outside of university

he loves taking you to libraries further away so no one sees you

you love reading together and later analysing the books

sharing sweet little kisses in between while steaming hot cups of tea sit nect to you

you love rainy cosy days the most knowing you will spend them inside with him, cuddled in bed together, raindrops sliding down the windows, scented candles being lit

you will cook together, always somehow touching, hugging or sharing quick kisses

in class you will still (of course act all professional) apart from the subtle glances

he loves it when you call him sir especially when you do so in the bedroom which leads me to…

NSFW

Azriel loves bending you over his desk after class, taking his time with you, prasing and worshipping you for how well you did in class

he loves fucking you on his desk until his name rolls of your lips and bounces of all the walls in the lecture hall

sometimes he takes you atop all his books and papers just because he can’t wait any longer to be buried deep inside of you

while correcting tests, he will often keep you in his lap, his cock buried inside of you and don’t you dare move

he also loves to eat you out while you read to him either his or your favourite book

he will whisper the filthiest book quotes into your ear while making love

and you love to send him dirty texts while he is in lectures sometimes even adding a pretty little picture, knowing it will get him all flustered and aroused

also knowing you will get your payback when he gets home

[literaryavenger]

I Can't Believe That Idiot Got Into My Head - ch. 1

Summary: It's just a regular Tuesday morning when Steve decides to fuck with your head.

Pairing: Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, Platonic!Bruce Banner x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Teasing. My poor attempts at being funny. Not much for this one, really.

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I'm so excited for this! Enjoy the first chapter, I hope it's not too tedious but it gives a lot of background info that will come back later. Happy New Year again, by the way!

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You sigh as you walk into the lecture hall where your History class is, coffee in hand, already tired of this week and it’s only Tuesday.

You sit down in your usual seat and take out your laptop, taking notice that Steve, Bucky and Sam, the only ones of your friends that take this class with you, aren’t here yet.

Looking at the time you realize it’s still pretty early, so you take advantage of the peace an quiet to start your homework for other classes due next week as you wait for your friends and the professor to show up.

After about 10 minutes, Steve comes in, sits next to you and smiles at you. “Hey, beautiful.” He says in a playful tone, like he always does.

“Hi, Stevie.” You say while chuckling.

Steve is a bit of a flirt with you, but only because you both know he doesn’t really think of you that way; You tried dating freshman year but realized you were better off as friends. Still, he feels more comfortable with you than with other girls, so he flirts with you a lot while he’s pretty shy around girls he actually likes.

He gives you a charming smile and looks at the computer screen to see what you’re doing. “What’s up, nerd?”

“Not your grades, jackass.” You tease him back with a grin.

“That was uncalled for, you jerk!” He chuckles and then, when he notices you’re doing homework for other classes, he frowns. “Shouldn’t you be studying History?”

“I already handed in my essay, so I thought I’d get ahead on my homework for next week.” You explain, your eyes still on the essay you’re writing for your advanced lit class.

“You do know that you're not supposed to finish all your homework, right?” He looks at you in mock disbelief and scoffs. “That's against what the college experience is all about… You’re supposed to be irresponsible about studying until the deadline is almost up only to panic and start studying at like midnight.”

You finally look at him and laugh, his expression so shocked you’d think you told him you killed someone. 

“That might be the way you jocks do it, but doing it my way allows me to go out and have fun and get drunk every single weekend without worrying about failing.” You say playfully, teasing him about being a football player.

Almost all the guys in your friend circle (Steve,Tony, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Sam, Scott and Pietro) are on the university’s football team, and Steve is the Quarterback. only Loki and Bruce aren’t, while you, Natasha and Wanda are cheerleaders and you’re the head cheerleader.

Steve crosses his arms and tries to act annoyed to keep the joke going, though he can’t help but chuckle. “And it allows you to be an obnoxious know-it-all. That's why you can’t keep a boyfriend.”

“Ouch!” You say while dramatically putting a hand above your heart, pretending he actually wounded you. “Low blow, Rogers.”

You laugh together, it’s not like it bothers you, you’re not ashamed that you don’t have a boyfriend and you know Steve is only teasing. So you tease him back.

“Didn’t think you’d stoop so low.” You shake your head, pretending to be disappointed. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Tony.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never told me about how many of my girlfriends were dumb as bricks.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “Also, you think Tony’s the one who spends too much time with me?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and you know where he’s going with this. “Who was the one that came with me to the Super Bowl last weekend?”

“Guilty as charged.” You say while chuckling as you think how much fun you had last Sunday together when he took you to the Super Bowl because neither Bucky nor Sam could make it. “But, in my defense, some of your past girlfriends were dumb as fuck since they only wanted you because you’re the team’s quarterback and not because of the amazing person you are.”

It may sound flirty, but you’re just being honest. Steve may be hot, but he’s also really caring, sweet and one of your best friends. It’s a shame a lot of girls can’t see past his football player status.

The fact that you said that still surprises him, though. He smiles a bit, not expecting you to point out how shallow the girls who only date him for his status are. Though he quickly hides it, acting like a jerk again.

“You say that like you're any different. You're the head cheerleader and you're a goddess. The only reason anyone would want to date you is because of your beauty.” He says it with a playful grin, just trying to mess with you.

“Which is why I’m single.” You reply back playfully. You know you’re in his same situation but, unlike him, you stay away from dating unless you know the person actually likes you for you.

“Most guys on campus think I’m dating you, though.” You add absentmindedly while looking back at your computer. “You know, because of the whole ‘head cheerleader and quarterback’ thing. It also doesn’t help that you flirt with me relentlessly.” You chuckle.

It’s not like it bothers you, but he does flirt with you a lot in front of other people that don’t understand that both of you just see each other as friends. Which is also why a lot of girls hate you, and a lot of Steve’s past girlfriends had a problem with your friendship. Thankfully, Steve never let any of them influence the way he acts around you.

“Let them think what they want.” He says with a cocky grin, before his face quickly turns serious. “Actually, there is a guy on campus that asked me if you had a boyfriend.”

“Do I even want to know?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you look back at him.

“Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway.” He leans forward, pretending to whisper in your ear just to be dramatic about it. “His name starts with ‘T’ and ends with ‘ony Stark’.”

You let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and groan when you realize he’s just messing with you, the jerk.

“You’re fucking with me.” you roll your eyes and look back at your computer.

You both know Tony doesn’t see you like that. He’s had a massive crush on this girl Pepper since freshman year, even if he’d never admit it out loud. But your whole friend group is aware of it. 

You personally have some classes with her, but you’re not exactly friends. Still, you think she’s a pretty cool person, though she’s friends with girls you don’t really care for.

Steve laughs at your reaction. “Yeah, I know, but the look on your face was priceless.”

You roll your eyes again, focusing on your essay for a minute before his voice captures your attention again. “But now that we’re on the subject… Who do you think likes you?”

“You mean besides every guy on campus with a cheerleader fantasy?” You ask playfully with your eyes still on your computer.

“Besides that, you dork.” He says chuckling. “I mean… Out of all the guys in our friend group… Who do you think likes you?”

You suddenly stop writing on your computer, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “Do you know something I don’t?” You ask him suspiciously.

“I might…” He says casually, shrugging before adding. “Let’s just say that a certain friend of ours has been asking about you quite a lot.”

“Are you gonna tell me who it is?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at his cryptic answer.

“Nope.” He grins. “You’ll need to guess.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.” You tease him while looking back at your laptop, not really in the mood to play this game right now.

“That’s because you’re gonna go crazy trying to figure it out.” He chuckles and turns to look at the window as if he’s thinking. “Do you want a hint?”

“Fine, I’ll bite.” You say with a sigh, your essay completely forgotten now. “Give me the damn hint.”

He chuckles and thinks for a moment, before carefully saying, “The guy in question is the opposite of me in pretty much everything.” he stays vague, not really trying to make it too obvious to you.

You frown. The first name that immediately pops into your mind is Bucky. 

Everyone on campus knows they're complete opposites; sure, they're both tall, muscular dudes with blue eyes, but Steve is blonde, sunny, outgoing and friendly, while Bucky is a brunette, brooding, closed off and more of the shy type. Yet somehow they're best friends, almost brothers. Everyone thinks they're the Yin and Yang of best friends. 

But that can't be who Steve's talking about, right?

Before you can answer, Bucky and Sam come into the lecture hall and take a seat next to you, Bucky on Steve's other side and Sam on yours.

When they arrive, both you and Steve quickly try to look like he hasn’t said anything at all, but Bucky and Sam quickly realize that something is up by the way he’s acting and by the fact that you’re clearly only pretending to be focused on your laptop just to not look at them. 

Sam gives you a curious look but doesn't say anything, knowing that if something’s up you will probably tell them later. Bucky, on the other hand, just glares at Steve. He knows him too well and he knows that Steve was probably messing with you.

Thankfully, before anyone can say anything, the professor comes in and the History class starts. Although, admittedly, this is one time that you’re having trouble concentrating because damn Steve got in your head.

After a few minutes of lecture, Steve leans over to talk to you quietly, so the others couldn't hear him. 

“So, have you figured out who it might be yet”? He says it with a devious grin, enjoying the fact that you’re now stuck thinking about it during the whole class.

“I hate you.” You whisper back but the small smile on your face makes it clear that you don't mean it.

He lets out a small chuckle. “So, that’s a no.” He says it in a playful, cocky tone.

“I'm trying to pay attention, if you don't mind.” You say playfully while nodding towards the professor who's giving his lecture undisturbed.

“Alright, alright.” He lets out a small chuckle. “I'll let you pay attention to the class.” 

He leans back on his chair, acting like he didn't do anything to make you curious about who might like you. Though, he has no idea how distracted you really are now, only one thought clear in your mind.

I can’t believe that idiot got into my head.

After your class ends, you gather your stuff as fast as you can. “I gotta get to chemistry.” You say to the guys as an excuse and quickly walk out, which is not really a lie since you do have chemistry class next. 

You walk into the lab and find Bruce already sitting there, so you sit next to him since you're lab partners.

Bruce is already working on something, and when you sit he doesn't say much, he just nods to acknowledge your presence as he continues to work on whatever he’s doing.

He seems to notice that you look distracted as you put on your goggles and he says to you quietly. “You good?”

“Yeah, just Steve being a jackass.” You joke. Bruce knows as much as you how much Steve likes to joke and he knows you don't really think Steve is a jackass.

“Classic Steve.” He chuckles and nods before going back to working on your chemistry project.

He's pretty good at picking up when something is troubling you without you having to actually say it, though, so a few minutes later, he speaks up again.

“Are you sure that it was just Steve being a jackass?” He says in a genuinely concerned tone.

“I'm okay, Brucie.” You tell him with a smile, grateful for his concern but it's not needed right now. You shift the focus back to your project, helping him make progress.

He just gives you a smile when he realizes you don't want to talk about it but doesn’t push it. He knows that you will tell him when you feel like it. So, instead, he focuses back on the project too.

Half hour into working on the project, he turns to you and says. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what is it?” You ask a little distractedly while you keep my attention on your project with a small frown as you try to fix the formula in your notebook.

He sighs and looks down. “Well, you know how Steve likes to tease you a lot, right?”

“Yeah?” You say back, not sure where he's headed with this. “So what?”

“Well, I guess what I'm trying to ask you is…” He looks up to you again. “Do you think all those times he was teasing you, he was just being annoying or…” He trails off, not sure how to finish his question.

That finally catches your complete attention and you put down the beaker in your hand. “Or what? He likes me?” You ask incredulously as Bruce nods.

“Steve doesn't like me like that.” You say with no hesitation. “We dated for like a week back in freshman year and we both agreed it didn't work. He just teases and flirts because he's comfortable with me. I'm one of his best friends.” You say casually while picking the beaker back up and continuing to work on your project.

That's not exactly the reaction Bruce expected. “Wait… you dated?” He raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued as he looks at you with a curious grin.

“Yeah, it was before we had our friend group.” You say absentmindedly. “He was cute and all, so we went on a few dates and got along pretty well, but after one kiss we realized there weren't any romantic feelings there.”

That's actually how your friend group started: Steve introduced you to Bucky and Sam, then they joined the football team and you became a cheerleader where you met Nat and Wanda and you all just kind of started to hang out together. 

Then the guys got closer with some of the other football players on the team, so Thor, Scott, Tony and Clint added to the mix, Pietro too since he’s also Wanda’s brother. Loki joined you just because he was Thor’s brother, but you all ended up getting along, and you introduced Bruce to the group since you’ve been lab partners since Sophomore year. Then, lastly, Vision started hanging out with you when he started dating Wanda, but he’s not that much into ‘the friend group’ thing, as he once put it.

Bruce is silently surprised by the fact that Steve and you dated, his attention locked on you as he says, “So… I take it that you see Steve as nothing more than a friend? Even with all the flirting?”

“It doesn't bother me,” You shrug. “I know he doesn't mean it. And it helps him practice too, he used to be so shy around girls.” You point out before chuckling. 

“I mean, he still is around girls he likes, but, trust me, it used to be much worse.”

Bruce chuckles. He knows Steve can be shy, he can’t imagine him being even shyer. “Well, he certainly seems more comfortable flirting with girls and talking to girls he is interested in now.”

He then pauses for a moment, thinking about what you two just talked about before speaking up again. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Sure.” You say while you keep working on your project that he doesn’t seem to be as interested in today as he is in your love life.

He sighs for a moment, seemingly hesitating when he finally asks his question. “Have you ever thought about dating anyone from the group lately?”

Your face gets a pink hue and you try your best not to stutter, the question completely unexpected. 

“Uhm… Maybe.” You say cryptically, but making it clear that you don't really want to talk about it.

Bruce has no trouble reading your reaction and, with how close you two are, he is even more curious about it since you haven’t mentioned anything to him. “Can I ask who?”

You look at Bruce and sigh. He's always been a very good friend to you and you have no reason not to trust him. You know he would never tell anyone a secret, even your friends. 

“Well, maybe… Maybe lately I've been thinking about how cute Bucky is…” You say quietly, your eyes down on the formulas you're working on.

Bruce is surprised by your answer. The thought had certainly crossed his mind, but he didn't think that you would be interested in Bucky.

His expression changes to a smirk and you internally groan, immediately regretting saying anything. 

“Bucky, huh?” He teases you a bit more than he usually would, knowing that he can. “I would've thought that you would've been more interested in Tony.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Why does everybody keep saying that? We all know Tony's head over heels for Pepper, even if he'd never admit it.”

Bruce laughs at your comment. “Okay... let's forget that for a second.” He has a mischievous grin on his face, since he loves teasing you. Though, he always makes sure not to go over the line.

“So, what do you like about Bucky? Is it his eyes? The fact that he's handsome? His big muscles?” He's definitely doing his best to tease you right now.

“Okay, maybe you're the one with a crush.” You tease him back before actually taking a moment to think about the answer.

Bucky’s always been kind of a mystery, and maybe that’s part of the appeal, and he’s certainly hot, but… Truth is, the more you know him, the more you like what you discover about him.

“I know he seems like this hot, broody, intimidating football player,” You start quietly, looking at the beaker in your hands. “but when you get to know him, he's sweet and funny and caring and sensitive… He's a lot of things.” you finish, your mind filling with all the memories you have of Bucky, both with your friend group and those rare times it was just the two of you.

Bruce can't help but chuckle with a smirk on his face. “So, you definitely have a thing for Bucky then, huh?” He's enjoying this immensely, and he still has a smirk on his face as he decides to tease you a bit more.

“And here I thought that you would prefer someone more muscular, like Thor.” He can't help but grin mischievously when he says this. He's definitely enjoying this too much for your taste, so tease him right back.

“We both know Thor is more your type.” You say with a grin, knowing Bruce has had a crush on Thor since forever.

He raises an eyebrow, seeming surprised that you called him out like that. 

“Oh, so now I'm the one who has a crush on someone!” He chuckles. “Thor's not my type, thank you very much.”

He looks down and smiles, he can't really deny it and he knows you know it. “Besides, he's not one to date anyone, we both know that.”

“Maybe that's because no one he likes has tried to date him…” You say cryptically. 

You’re convinced Thor and Bruce are both crushing on each other, but they're both too chicken to actually do something about it. Maybe you should take matters into your own hands.

Bruce's eyes narrow for a second, as if he's suspicious of what you just said and he clears his throat. “Well, maybe no one has tried to date him because nobody would think that Thor would be interested in them, right? And who's to say that someone like you hasn't tried to flirt with Thor and got rejected by him?” Bruce tries to play it cool, but you can see right through him.

“Oh, trust me. A lot of girls like me have tried to flirt with Thor and got rejected. I guess they just weren't his type.” You say with a grin, enjoying the way Bruce is blushing at what you’re implying.

Bruce turns his head away completely, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by your words. He clears his throat before he lets out a small chuckle. “So, you're telling me that just because Thor rejected all those girls before, it means he’s just waiting for the right one?”

“Or maybe it's not about waiting for the right girl.” You try to drop a hint, but it seems like, as bright as Bruce is, he's not getting what you’re insinuating. Or he’s pretending not to.

“So, what do you think he's waiting for? The right guy then?” He chuckles, finding the whole idea funny. Especially since he has no clue that you're actually trying to play matchmaker, something he never suspected you would do, but the idea is already forming in your mind.

You shrug casually. “I don't know.” Is all you say but, before he can say anything else, your class is over. “I have engineering next. See you at lunch?” you ask Bruce since everyday your group of friends has lunch together.

He nods, still unsure about what to make out of your answer, though he decides to drop it for now. “Yup. See you at lunch.”

Bruce packs his things and heads out of the lab. He still has an hour before lunch and he's definitely still curious about what your answer meant and what you might have been implying. 

He can’t help but think, I can’t believe that idiot got into my head.

[always-andromeda]

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Professor!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 3268

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + dark academia + “I can see how badly you want this, so I'm going to make sure you get it.”

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ I’ve loved this man literally since I was thirteen…so it’s inevitable that I’d be writing something absolutely fucking filthy for him in my twenties…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), gaps in age and power, mutual masturbation, little bit of panty sniffing, a singular use of Y/N (I'm sorry, I hate it too but it was necessary), usage of pet names (sweetheart), general manipulation, slight praise kink, obvious disclaimer: the dynamic in this fic is just that, fictional, and should not be practiced in real life!! let me know if any other warnings are needed!!

(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)

You’d rarely had luck receiving any sort of grace from your professors. Sure, there were a select few that only wanted to see you succeed. However, more often than not you seemed to encounter sadists who decided to take their kinks out on exhausted college students. But you were convinced that Professor Winchester wouldn’t be like that.

For starters, he’d always been challenging but never malicious. Despite the fact that you’d registered for his Norse Mythology course with the assumption that it would be easy college credits, you quickly learned that his assignments were difficult. Every week there seemed to be about a hundred pages worth of reading, frequent essays, and an emphasis on class discussion.

Oh, did he love those class discussions. While most were less than enthusiastic to contribute to lengthy examinations of Eddic poetry at eight in the morning, Professor Winchester seemed to be none the wiser of this.

He was always squinting over his thin wire framed glasses, surveying the class. He’d stand at his desk, brushing his long hair behind his ear while looking over papers. When he’d listen he’d purse his lips and tilt his head, expression rife with genuine interest. In all of these moments, he was the most gorgeous. But more than that, you were fascinated with his mind.

Professor Winchester knew this material like the back of his hand; was able to pull references and quotes from various pieces of literature at the drop of a hat. He was the only professor who could ever give notes that were actually helpful on essays and he’d always been generous with handing out extra credit assignments. Which is what you aimed to obtain on this visit to his office.

You looked through the glass of his office door and saw him inside, working diligently at a dark oak wood desk. Taking a deep breath, you turned the doorknob and entered.

The hinges squeezed but Winchester seemed so fixated on whatever was before him that he only raised a finger, indicating for you to wait. So you did. Awkwardly. You rocked slightly on your heels, your stomach starting to twist in time with the movement. God, he looked like a dream lit by the stained glass banker's lamp as he graded papers.

In another world you could see him coming home from a long day, his body warm behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Smelling like black coffee and pencil shavings, you'd adoringly close your eyes, taking in his scent and ask him how his day went. He'd hum in contentment when resting his chin on your head; you're his rock, his soulmate, the reason he stays sane despite dealing with probably hundreds of students and the frustrating dance of academic bureaucracy. 

It's a fantasy that broke the second Winchester glanced up and said with a hint of surprise, "Miss L/N! Come in, have a seat," he nodded towards the chair on the other side of his desk.

Relieved that he can pick you out among the sea of students from his classroom, you move forward until you reach the chair. You set your bag down on the floor and settle into the worn leather of the seat as Winchester eyes you expectantly.

"What can I do for you this afternoon?"

You chew on the inside of your cheek. "Actually, I was hoping that you could help me out with something."

"Oh, what might that be?" he furrowed his brow.

"Um..." you started. "I'm sure you noticed that I didn't do too hot on the last exam."

"Ah, I did," he said simply.

"You did?"

"Yeah, I was surprised, actually." Winchester opened up one of his desk drawers and sorted through some files before pulling out a packet you recognized as the exam you'd taken the week before. "You seem so engaged in class discussion and you've been doing well on everything else. This...this felt rushed. What happened?"

The soft expression of concern on his face only increased your shame. In all honesty, you'd wasted half the exam time away staring at him. He'd worn a red sweater over a cream colored button up that day. Then he'd rolled up the sleeves before handing out the exam papers. It felt stupid to admit that you'd been distracted by his goddamn forearms.

But you had been. You couldn't resist watching him as he'd circled the room, keeping an eye out for cheating. With his arms folded behind his back, you got the best look at the back of him. His long legs clad in khaki. Strong, tanned forearms corded with prominent veins. Shoulder blades pushed back confidently as he walked. Everything about his solid stature had your mind far, far away.

You'd been good at making sure your daydreams wouldn't get the better of you. But this time, before you knew it, Winchester was glancing down at his watch and announcing that you had fifteen minutes left for exam time. You had no choice but to rush through the rest of it, writing down answers that hardly even made sense just to fill in blanks.

Now those answers laid before you, condemning you to a low D– that dragged down your entire grade.

"I honestly couldn't tell you, Professor. I thought I studied enough but I guess not."

Though you'd attempted to laugh off his concern, Winchester obviously wasn't budging. "But these are rookie mistakes. Number fifteen for example. Where do the gods live?"

"Easy. Asgard."

"Right, but here you marked down the answer for Valhalla," he slid the paper around so you could look at the question.

Sure enough, there it was, your frantic pencil marks filling in the bubble for the incorrect answer. Damn.

"And that's just on the multiple choice questions," Winchester continued, flipping through the pages. "You barely followed any of the directions for the long answer questions. Your response to the short essay portion was a paragraph too short. And it was too unfocused."

Unfocused is right, Professor Winchester.

"I hate to say it...but I was a little disappointed."

The sting of tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. So you cleared your throat and blinked them back quickly. Voice trembling, you answered quickly, "I'm sorry, Professor. I wasn't on my game and I thought I'd pay you a visit so I could plead my case. I'm willing to do any kind of extra credit assignment. I don't care how much work it is. I'll do anything to fix my grade because I really want to do well in your class and–"

Winchester raised a hand, urging you to stop. Then he spoke, "Listen, I can see how badly you want this. So I'm going to make sure you get it. Just...let me think."

With that, Winchester rose from his seat and began to gather the papers that littered the surface of his desk. He stacked them neatly before opening a different drawer and laying them inside. After he closed the drawer, he made his way around the desk. You tried not to look at him as he made his way around the room, especially not when you felt his hand brush against the back of your chair. But you couldn't not notice when he drew the shade on his door's window and closed the blinds to his window, leaving the room dim save for the yellow light of his desk lamp.

Once he'd made his round, he returned to his chair and rolled back, leaving a massive gap between himself and the edge of his desk.

Then he did something else you didn't expect.

He patted the wood and said, "Come. Sit on my desk. Let me look at you."

You almost wavered on the direction when he cleared his throat expectantly. That brought you to your feet and compelled you to settle waveringly before him.

With his lips in a tight line, Winchester studied you. He tilted his head every few seconds, letting his eye flicker from your uncertain expression to your body. You sat up a little straighter in an attempt to satisfy his observation of you.

You weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it made you nervous; made you vulnerable in a way you weren't used to.

"I may have one extra credit opportunity that I can offer. Special. Just for you."

"Yeah? What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you can start by spreading your legs."

Your eyes went wide. "Professor Winchester, you're not–"

He cut you off quickly, "First, after office hours, you may call me Sam. Second, I'm not going to touch you. I'm simply asking you to give me a– a presentation," he decided.

"What kind of presentation?" you asked.

Your feigned innocence made the man chuckle softly. "The kind of presentation I'm sure you give in your dormitory bedroom every night."

There wasn't an ounce of jesting on his face, but still you played dumb. "I have no idea what you're referring to, Sam." His name felt foreign yet familiar on your tongue. Probably because you'd whispered it many times before in the exact scenario he'd described.

"I'd hoped you'd tell me the truth about why you were so distracted during your exam. But since you haven't been forthcoming, I guess I have to spell it out for you, haven't I?"

You swallowed hard and blinked nervously.

"You thought I wouldn't notice, did you?" he chuckles again. "It's hard not to notice when one of your students, especially one so beautiful, is practically drooling all over their table."

The scraps of flattery were evidently working on you as Sam smiled when you fiddled with your fingers in your lap as your skin got all warm and tingly. So he kept going.

"Besides, you're too intelligent to do this terribly on something you should've aced. Maybe you wanted to fail it. You wanted to get my attention, didn't you?"

"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to waste your time, I was just–"

"You weren't wasting my time. Wasting your time is continuing this pointless back and forth when you could instead be proving yourself."

"Proving myself?"

"Yes. Spread those legs...and earn your grade," he ordered.

Breathing in and out slowly, you did what you were asked. The knots in your stomach told you this was wrong. But the smile of approval that slowly grew on Sam's lips said that this was exactly what you both needed. 

You'd never been more embarrassed to be wearing a skirt. One the fabric pooled around your hips, it only framed the damp patch on your underwear. Perhaps part of you had wanted something like this to happen. Because your pussy was already pulsing after simply being observed behind the cotton curtain that soaked up her anticipation.

"Very good," Sam breathed out.

"What do I do now?" you asked.

"Just...play with her. Show me what you like to do to make her happy."

You nodded, then pursed your lips as you thought. If you were going to present to him...you might as well go all out. So you shifted each of your thighs around, pulling down your underwear until your bare ass was planted on the desk and the garment was caught on one of your ankles. You lifted your left and held it out gently, the panty hanging in the air a little below Sam's face.

"Take them," you said. "Visual aid."

He smirked lazily at the offering before pulling them over your shoe, being careful not to actually touch you. Sam balled them up before bringing them to his nose and slowly breathing in the scent. You could tell he enjoyed it thoroughly as he let out a deep sigh from within his chest.

"With how wet these are...it's good to know you were prepared even for a surprise presentation. I knew there was a reason you're my favorite."

His words went straight to your cunt as a few drops of slick leaked from your hole and landed on the dark wood beneath you.

"Go on," Sam urged, gaze flickering to the drops of you on his desk. "She's waiting. And so am I."

You began to treat yourself with the same level of care as you did when you were alone. One of your hands reached up your shirt and you cupped one of your tits. You kneaded the flesh for a few seconds before focusing on the nipple, pinching it until it pebbled and poked through your shirt. The action made your breathing turn ragged. 

You finally let your other hand travel south, bringing warmth to the soft skin of your thighs. Wanting better access to yourself, you pulled your leg up, resting a foot on the desk itself. Then you reclined back and let your fingers roam where they wanted.

Using two fingers, you spread your outer lips, only exposing yourself to Sam’s scrutiny even further. The cool air hitting your most vulnerable part, you shivered as goosebumps erupted across your skin. You looked up at him, gauging his approval of your performance.

“You’re doing so well already, keep going,” he encouraged, hardly concealing the arousal that clung thickly to his tone.

You took the praise with pride. It emboldened you enough to slip your two fingers between your folds to gather up some of the slick. You couldn’t help but feel mortified as you involuntarily gasped when your digits brushed slightly against your clit.

Sam let a quick puff of air out his nose. “Sensitive?”

“Mhmmm,” you whined.

“Bet you can’t even touch that pretty clit directly without crying, huh?”

You nodded.

“Then be gentle. I want you to last for me.”

You took that to mean that he didn’t want you touching yourself there yet. So instead you switched to focusing on your entrance. It wasn’t often that you went straight for penetration. Rarely did it bring the kind of relief you craved.

But you had the feeling that Sam would want to see it; to see your fingers filling yourself up and stretching you out.

With your fingers practically pruning already, you pushed one in ever so slowly. It took a second to adjust to the slight pressure, but still you began to carefully pump. The slick squelch only intensified when you slipped another one in and sped up your movements.

Though the pressure increased and built up tension in your belly, you could already tell it wasn’t going to go anywhere. You bucked your hips pathetically against your own hand, trying to get deep enough to hit your g-spot. But no matter how far you tried to probe, it was useless. Your fingers simply weren’t long enough.

Your eyes went wind, catching sight of something that most likely could reach that spot inside you. While you’d been fucking yourself, your professor had undone the button and the zipper on his pants and slipped himself out. There he sat, your panties in his hand and wrapped around the thick length of his cock. The angry red tip poked up and out of the fabric with each slow thrust. And you could already tell based on how long his strokes were that you’d most likely be able to feel him poking against your belly from inside you. The idea made you moan and throw your head back.

Sam swiftly reprimanded you, “Ah, remember your eye contact. I want you to look at me.”

Shame spread over your body. What the fuck was going on? Were you really fingering yourself on his desk right next to papers that he was surely going to return to students? Was Sam really fisting his own cock with your underwear? And were you actually enjoying this?

“Sweetheart,” Sam’s self control faltered slightly with the name. But it grabbed your attention nonetheless. “I need you to look at me. Let me look into your eyes when you make yourself come on my desk, alright?”

This was about more than fixing your grade. This was about pleasing him…by pleasing yourself. And as you returned his look, you were all in.

Under his watchful, half lidded, hazel eye you allowed yourself to focus on your aching clit which laid in wait like a pearl beneath the hood of skin covering it. Carefully, you pulled that hood back before lightly spreading some of your slick with a finger. You let the skin settle back in place over the sensitive nub before going straight to work.

You began to rub slow circles on the hood and finally properly moaned. It took only a few seconds for the muscle memory of your nightly ritual to kick in as the pleasure started to mount. Finally, all of that pressure in your core had some actual weight to it; a weight that was already beginning to roll in shallow waves over your whole being.

"There you go, sweetheart. Let me hear you loud and clear. Don't wanna miss a single sound from you," Sam groaned and you caught how the grip he had on himself tightened, how his pace quickened.

While rolling your hips against your hand, you pulled up a side of your shirt, exposing even more of yourself to him. Now he could easily see one of your tits rise and fall with your staggered breaths. He could see how the ball of fat dimpled under your fingertips as you squeezed and pulled at your hardened nipple.

Both sources of simulation had you whimpering breathlessly, "Sam, I-I'm so close– Let me come, please?"

Sam glared and asked through gritted teeth, "That's not my name. What do you call me in class?"

"Professor?"

Sam nodded darkly.

You took the cue quickly and begged helplessly, "Please, professor, please let me come–" you were cut off by the sound of your pleasure starting to push you over the edge. 

Sam left you teetering, staring right over the border of this boundary. That boundary being an ethical nightmare that you had no clue how you'd navigate. But you wanted to be good for him; you craved his approval.

And thankfully, Sam gave it as he groaned, "There you go, good girl. You can come, you've got permission."

With that, you arched off the desk and burst with glorious clarity. A thin stream of your arousal drooled from your entrance as you rubbed yourself through the enormous implosions and the small aftershocks that followed. Your head was heavy with the fog of pleasure and you wanted to hang it back, give it a break.

But still, you were determined to keep your eyes on him, even as you pulled your fingers away from your trembling cunt and stuck them in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the wrinkled digits, soaking up every bit of yourself that you could.

Any sort of professionalism Sam had been trying to maintain up until that point shattered completely when he rolled his chair forwards. Closer to you now, you looked down into his soft eyes and watched how his normally objective stare went personal; emotional. He looked at you with the kind of admiration that made your heart flutter with pride.

He took his hand, placed it on your knee, and spread your legs further. His touch was so light, so soft that you could help feeling electricity dance along your spine.

"I thought you said you wouldn't touch me?" you whispered, only a hint of a smug smile tugging at your lips.

Choosing his words as carefully as ever, he explained, "That was before I decided that you needed some of my...guidance."

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hii! can you do matt sturniolo x reader where reader has a bad day and just breaks down in matts arms and he comforts reader?

Hii lovely anon!! Of course! ♡

I'LL ALWAY BE HERE - M.S

Synopsis - Request!

Warnings! - Anxiety, some weirdo, crying, kissing, sad R, we love a supporting boyfriend, fluff.

A/N - I love this request! See I love people who can just write straight to the point, but I have to explain and add the details because I feel like everyone needs to know what's happened in the background, to lead up to the starring moment. I don't know why my brain works that way but, I hope you like it anon!! ♡♡

Why did today have to be so stressful?

First, I was late to work. Then, while at work, some drunk guy outside kept hitting on me and multiple other females. Also, I dropped an entire tray of drinks, all over myself.

Oh, and don't even get me started on what happened before work!

My roommates dog pissed all over my room and took a shit next to my bed. Leaving me to step in it when I woke up. And I ran out of shampoo as well. Also, my professor for my English lit class is failing me because I didn't use proper punctuation in my essay. Pretty petty if you ask me.

My phone wouldn't charge. My laptop wouldn't turn on. And I'm pretty sure my TV's broken as well. So fun! Not.

I decide to forgo heading back to my place, and drive straight to my boyfriend's house, in desperate need of... I don't even know.

I pull into the driveway and get out of my car in record time, making it to their door quickly.

I fumble with my keys trying to find the spare they gave me when they first moved into their house.

Finally, I find the key and unlock the door. I sigh in relief at the comforting smell of my best friend's house. I kick my shoes off and start my ascent up the stairs to the living room.

"Honey! I'm home!!" I say in a funny voice as I walk into the living room, where only one of the three are. The person I'm looking for, not in sight.

"Oh, hey. I thought you were closing tonight?"

"I did. My manager told me to close early because no one was coming in."

"Fair point." As if Nick can sense my anxiety and stress, which is probably radiating off of me like a beacon, he points to Matt's room.

"He's streaming right now."

"Thank you thank you thank you." I say as I throw my keys onto the table and walk to Matt's room, knocking on the door before cracking it open and peaking my head inside.

He snaps his head in my direction, having heard me opening his door. I smile sheepishly at him as I walk in and shut the door behind me.

He slides his headphones off his head and swivels his chair to face me.

"Hey. I thought you were closing tonight?"

"I did. I just closed up early because no one was coming in."

"Oh okay. I'm streaming, do you want to say hi?"

I nod with the best smile I can muster. I lean into the cameras frame smiling at the viewers.

"Hey guys!" I wave to the camera with one hand while the other hold onto the back of Matt's chair like a lifeline.

Chat's going a thousand miles per hour at the sight of me. Most of them commenting on how Matt was looking at me.

"I think I'm going to end stream here guys. Bye chat. Love you guys."

He quickly ends the stream and turns his monitor and PC off before turning his chair back to me.

"Is everything okay? You look... stressed."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a rough day."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you-?"

Matt stands up and places one hand on my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn't know fell.

"Baby, are you okay?"

I deflate. Like a balloon, at his question. Whatever barrier was holding back the water works, fell. And I can feel the tears falling from my eyes.

"No." The word came out in a sob but was still depictable.

"Come here." Matt mumbles as he wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my own arms around his torso, balling my hands into the fabric of his hoodie as I sob into his chest.

His chin is resting on top of my head, and occasionally he'll press a kiss to my head as a reminder that he's there.

We stand there, swaying back and forth, for maybe eternity.

"Here's what's going to happen, you're going to shower, get comfy, and I'm going to order food then we'll watch whatever you want. That sound good?"

I nod my head against his chest.

"Yeah."

"Good." We pull back and he wipes away my tears with his thumbs and presses a kiss to my forehead, cheeks, nose, then lips.

He hands me a pair of his sweats, one of his hoodies, and some boxers before ushering me to his bathroom.

As I shower, Matt sits on the floor against the sink, talking to me as I do so. Keeping me company.

After I'm clean and have changed into much comfier clothes, we head back to his room where he turns off the lights and gets the bed set up so that we can cuddle.

Once we're settled in his bed, he turns the TV on and looks down at me.

"What do you want to watch pretty girl?"

"Hmmm. Sing 2."

I nuzzle back into his neck comfortably as he opens Netflix and turns the movie on.

--

It doesn't matter how many times I watch this movie, the scene near the end where they start the show when the whole theatre becomes the star background, will always amaze me. It's just such a great scene. And the entire show is just amazing.

By the end of the movie, I'm a little tired.

As if on cue,

"You tired?" I hear Matt chuckle and the sensation of it makes me even more tired.

I just nod and almost koala bear around him, earning another chuckle as he slides our bodies down to a laying position and under his comforter.

"I love you."

"I love you too sweet girl." He presses a kiss to my head before wrapping his arms around my waist and I drift off peacefully, feeling more secure in the arms of the one I love most.

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Halloween Special.

summary: "accidentally" summoning a demon turns into a heavenly experience

contains: afab reader, porn with plot, soft sex, sub!reader, succubus!elysia, a bit of fluff, somnophilia (?), soft dom!elysia, monsterfucking, virgin!reader, pet names,

pairing(s): elysia x reader

a/n: happy birthday to my wife!!! found this draft on my old account and it seemed perfect since it's Halloween season and it's also Elysia's birthday, so I decided to finish it

A few days ago, your professor had assigned your class to write an essay on any topic; and demons happened to pique your interest.

Long story short— the book you bought for research happened to include a guide on summoning these demons. Well, you called it a guide, but it was more of a ritual if you were being honest.

Of course, not that you ever thought of using it.

You flipped through the pages, skimming along the images and descriptions. Once you saw the word 'succubus', you had to do a double take. The mere thought of a beautiful succubus softly dominating you in bed and guiding you through everything was enough to make your cheeks flare up as red as a tomato...

Okay. You're a horny college student— but you aren't a stupid one. Sex demon or regular demon, you don't need the presence of either in your already hectic life.

You put the book away, not giving it much thought. The deadline is 3 weeks away, and you're tired. Research can wait. For now, you'd try to get some much needed sleep.

As hard as you tried to fall asleep, you just.. couldn't. It felt as if the book was calling out to you; and there was a name echoing throughout your mind— Elysia. A name so beautiful, yet it cursed you with sleeplessness and senseless yearning.

Goddammit.

You sighed as you begrudgingly followed the thankfully detailed instructions on the book. Luckily, the ritual for summoning succubi was fairly simple compared to the others. It can't be helped— you thought.

You were just taking a more hands-on approach for research purposes. Yeah. You definitely didn't want to meet a hot succubus lady. That would be absolutely preposterous.

NSFW below the cut !

A few minutes passed. Nothing. Maybe you did something wrong? No, you're sure you followed the instructions to the tee.

Fifteen minutes now. Still nothing.

You sigh, finally giving up. It was dumb to believe the guide would work, and that demons even existed in the first place. It did at least manage to get rid of the weird name that was stuck in your head, so there's that.

Not even bothering to turn off the lights, you yawn as you lay down in bed. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment nipping at you as you drift off to sleep.

However, all of it disappears when you awake to the sound of birds tweeting cheerfully and the warmth of the sunlight shining through the windows. Was it just you, or did the world seem much more colorful? Amazingly, you slept like a log. Even though you just woke up, you already felt energized and refreshed and-

Who is that lady at the foot of your bed?

You tried to scream, but it came out as a choked gasp.

The lady had long pink hair tied into a low ponytail, elven ears that twitched every once in a while, and a beautiful face that lit up once she saw you open your eyes. "⊓□⦝⦝⟃ >⊓□⟔□, ⸅⟔□>>⋖ ꓶ｢⟔⦝!"

Her voice was distorted and monstrous, yet at the same time akin to a soothing lullaby. You tilt your head in confusion, still half asleep. She let her mouth hang open for a bit, closing it as it formed into a small smile. She clears her throat. "Good morning, pretty girl! Slept well?"

You simply stared at her in awe as you nodded absentmindedly. What is happening? Who is this gorgeous beauty and why is she in your room?

A realization hits you as you look down and see the bat-like wings that went from the small of her back and wrapped around the front of her thighs along with the skimpy outfit she's wearing; a flush of red creeping up your cheeks at the same time.

Oh.

"I forgot humans used a different language these days.." She mutters to herself, smiling widely as she observes your every reaction. "I'm Elysia, the succubus you summoned!" Elysia exclaimed cheerfully, clasping her hands together.

She eyed you up and down, licking her lips as she crawled over to you. "What a treat we have here.." now that you're a bit, y'know, awake— you have the time to process how sweet Elysia's voice is to your ears.

Everything about her bewitched you. From her luscious locks of pink hair, her striking blue eyes that looked upon you with their loving gaze, to her plump lips that seemed perfect for kissing— amongst... many other things.

Elysia; meaning perfection, beauty, and paradise— the woman in front of you did not fit the name, for the name was made for her instead. Elysia was paradise personified.

Her laugh, similar to a melodious choir, brought you back to reality. "If you keep staring at me like that.. even I'll get embarrassed~" The warmth of her touch brings you to realize how close Elysia is to you, and the situation you're in. The situation you're about to be in.

You sat up immediately. "Wait, this is a misunderstand-" you gulp as Elysia places a finger on your lips, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"You're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

Okay. She got you there.

Elysia takes your silence as a yes, giggling as she kisses your forehead softly. "You're so cute, I could just gobble you up!" She spoke as if she were talking to a puppy, yet her eyes had an underlying glint of lust.

Unbeknownst to you, you were the first to summon Elysia for, more or less, 50,000 years. The succubus had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, and you were the unfortunate soul that had to take accountability for it.

"Maybe I'll do just that... What do you say, beautiful?" She tucks your hair behind your ears, her gaze warm and reassuring. Elysia was horny, but she placed your comfort first and foremost.

Did she just call you beautiful? More importantly, did she just say that she wanted to eat you out? You prayed that you were able to keep a straight face in the few moments that passed; that you were able to hold back the elated grin that threatened to curl on your lips.

You were thrilled. Exhilarated, even. Whether you wanted Elysia to know that or not, the shade of red tinting your cheeks and the way you rubbed your thighs together was enough to tell her the truth. "I'd.. love that."

Elysia wasted no time in removing your clothes, leaving a trail of kisses on your bare skin as she went. They were sloppy and hungry; yet at the same time assuring and tender. She took her time to appreciate the work of art that was your body. Her touch wandered all over you— from your shoulders, to your arms, to the small of your back. "You're so pretty like this."

Though it was part of Elysia's job as a succubus to tell her clients what they wanted to hear, she genuinely meant every word. The woman wanted you to know that, and she'd gladly show you with her actions.

She made her way down to your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart as she lowered herself to meet your glistening cunt. You sigh shakily when her warm breath teases your entrance.

"Are you nervous?" Elysia smiled up at you. "No, it's just- this is my first time, so..." You trailed off, eyes darting side to side to keep from making eye contact.

She giggled at your reaction, planting a soft kiss to your clit; the gesture making your breath hitch. "Just relax, let me take care of you." She reassured you. With the knowledge that she was taking your first time, Elysia was even more determined to make you feel good.

"Besides, I don't mind teaching a cutie like you how to please a woman." She winked before shallowly thrusting her tongue into your folds; experimentally dragging the wet muscle along your walls and eliciting a few moans from you.

Elysia's eyes attentively observed each and every reaction— whether it be the way your head fell back whenever her nose rubbed against your clit or the way you moaned a little louder when her tongue pressed flat against a specific spot.

"Fuck.." You hissed under your breath, knuckles turning pale from how hard you were gripping the sheets. It seems you aren't the only one enjoying this; you could feel Elysia's movements grow hungrier, slender hands spreading your thighs apart even more.

Your other hand pushed her head down as you muttered apologies in between moans. She didn't seem to mind; only working harder to please you as her thumb reached to play with your clit. "A-ah... Elysia..!"

Even with your eyes screwed shut with pleasure, you can feel her smile against your cunt. "Mm... You sound so pretty moaning my name." She groans, growing hungrier and more relentless in its pace. She just can't control herself; can't help wanting to taste you.

Her eyes looked up at you with lust and need as you bucked your hips to meet her tongue, making a mess of her face as you came all over it. Elysia continues tongue-fucking you throughout your orgasm, helping you ride out your high.

After Elysia deems that she has prolonged your orgasm to its limit, she crawls over to your exhausted body. "Is this a dream?" You pant out between breaths, eyes still shut as beads of sweat rolled down your forehead.

She giggled at your question. "If it was," You opened your eyes to find the woman giving you a warm smile; gaze as reassuring and comforting as ever. "would you want to wake up?"

"..."

"Then, just let me make you feel good." Elysia's smile transformed into a grin, eyes on either side of your thighs as she straddled your lap. She isn't quite done with you just yet.

It seems that you were, though.

You groan as you're woken up by that stupid, stupid alarm that just had to ring when you were getting to the good part. Ugh.

How were you supposed to focus on studying for the whole day after... whatever that was? Why did you summon her in the first place?

Can... you summon her again?

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[oneofstarkskids]

plus...he's adorable pt.2

part 1

notes: fluff, vegetarian!reader, college!reader

*not my gif*

you had every intention of texting the cute boy who gave you his number at the museum, but you got busy. you had four different essays due and as much as you would have loved to blow them off, you were so close to graduating.

by the time you'd found the piece of paper with his number on it in one of your college notebooks, it had been a week. surely it was too late to try and get a hold of him now. which really sucked, because he seemed like the perfect guy.

it was disappointing, but you supposed you should just let it go. maybe it wasn't the right time.

at least, that's what you thought until you smacked right into him in the park. it was after your very last class and then sun was almost completely gone.

you were just about to stop by your favorite deli and order your usual, a veggie sub sandwich, when your forehead whacked his. "shit," you hissed, bringing your hand up to your head.

"oh!" steven rubbed his own forehead with a pained expression. "i'm so sorry, i wasn't paying-" he started but paused when he realized it was you.

his mind played back the last week that he's been anxiously waiting by his phone for a call from you. steven crossed his arms as if to really stick it to you.

"now you listen here missy," he began to rant. "it's not very kind to tell someone you'll 'see them soon' and then never call. i've been sitting around my flat eating chocolates and chatting with my fish like a sad bloke."

you desperately tried not to laugh at him. he was right. you should've called, but his accent made him twice as adorable and you were having a hard time focusing.

"i'm sorry, i've just been so busy." you tried to explain.

steven shook his head. he was actually putting up a better fight than he thought he would. "i don't need your excuses. if you don't like a guy you should just tell him next time."

"but i do like you!" you said as you started to get slightly frustrated.

steven uncrossed his arms and listened to you with a bewildered expression.

you sighed, "i got distracted writing essays for my finals so that i can finally graduate next month."

steven shrugged, "alright. that's a decent excuse."

"i really did want to call you, but once i had the time i felt like it was too late," you confessed.

the two of you had finally come to understanding, so there you were. standing face to face in the middle of the park.

"i'm free now if you're hungry? unless that's a stupid idea. you're right, it was a dumb suggestion. i just thought-" he began to nervously rant again.

you giggled, "steven," you grabbed his hand to calm him down. "i'd love too."

steven smiled and wrapped his hand around yours. as the two of you began to walk, you came across a steakhouse. steven tried to be considerate of you and asked if you'd like to go in. you, of course, just nodded thinking it was what he wanted.

you were seated at a private little table outside. you looked up and down your menu desperately looking for something without meat in it. steven did the same, peeking over his menu to look at you every once in a while.

eventually you just gave up and set your menu down with a groan, "i'm sorry. it's just that, i'm a vegetarian."

steven's eyes practically lit up, "no way! i'm vegan, i just didn't want to say anything to ruin this."

you both laughed at the entire situation as a waiter walked over with a notepad, "what will the two of you be having?"

you and steven shared a look before he replied, "we'll take two slices of the vegan vanilla cheesecake."

"to go," you added.

[winonaparadise]

short story 💯

wrote a very quick story about a class i took in college. if you like my writing in my videos you may like this

Five years ago today I was clawing through state university. I had switched majors in an effort to come away with something more material from my college experience – but I was also trying to earn as many credits with as few courses to keep my schooling short and cheap.

I took a heavy weighted class in “media law.” A subject notoriously as intricate as it is absolutely fucking stupid. Anything you could learn, Disney will change tommorrow. The professor was an adjunct, splitting his time between the humble basement where boys with Pulp Fiction posters in their dorms fiddled with cameras and the actual law school where he was employed some miles down the road. I have never seen Pulp Fiction, but I’ve fiddled with enough cameras and enough of the boys who own them to have reviewed it twice. This is not a problem to me now.

Then I was stupid. Twenty. And basically friendless. I spent all my time trying to make something the same way the universe spent billions of years pouring hot soup into holes and hoping life would bubble out. I studied Japanese during quiet matches of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. I never got a win, and I never got an “A” in Japanese.

Weeks of school went by as I skimmed textbooks, got high, and thought about talking to literally anyone. Academic words danced around the edges of my brain like sand. I wrote essays on the same autopilot I write today. Feverish. Flowing. Fantasizing about what it would be like to go out with someone instead of texting a girl who now lived in Japan and making ramen noodles while listening for footsteps in a digital warzone.

I did all my work. I submitted it on something called “canvas” that the muscle memory in my fingers still types in search bars to this day. I never checked my grades. I knew they were bad.

Classes dragged me through the week on a bungee cord. I lived a block away from the bulk of them and found myself drifting in halls of buildings I’d never attended just to keep myself from meandering back home to draw a bad comic about a girl who lived in hell. 

I knew nobody. I went nowhere. I struggled to do classwork alone on outdoor benches dreaming of someone speaking to me. I needed to live in hell instead.

My media law professor was late the weekend after our first term essays were due. I don’t know what mode of transportation he took to get from one school to the other but today the Carolina sun had drenched him sweaty. We were chilly waiting for him to begin.

“Just about every single one of you failed.” He spat and chugged coffee through the entire period. “While I first was grading I thought I was the one who failed.”

He didn’t let the moment of respite last. “But I also did something I’ve never done before.” He paced like my father did when a restaurant was closed early. “I gave out my first perfect score. Which prevents me from grading on a curve.”

He huffed, he assigned a new reading, and he rushed out like he had lit dynamite. “Do better!” “What an asshole.” The girl who sat next to me in every class spoke as if she had been holding her breath. “Fuck him and fuck whoever got that hundred.”

“I know right!” I launched in on her anger, feeling it too. Back and forth we complained. We walked off campus together. She had long blonde hair and towered over me. I had felt ugly and mousey next to her, but today I felt like her equal. It felt good to bitch.

“I got a fucking 50. What about you?”

“It wasn’t pretty.” I recalled how I stayed up the night before the assignment was due. I milked bullshit into a puree. I got a rush of adrenaline from killing someone with a shotgun through a door in an abandoned house on the outskirts of Pochinki. I was probably close to being expelled. “This class is too fucking hard,” she smoked and shook her head by a bus stop on Tate Street. “I’m not about to lose my freetime over it.”

“Right.” I imagined her at parties. Black silhouettes against colored lights and deafening music. Like The Social Network. “We should be partners for the next assignment,” she got out her phone and passed it to me for my number. I typed it in. I waved her off on the bus. We did the assignment together. We texted each other about our studies. We joked about finding the guy who got the perfect score and beating him senseless. I thought about talking to her about my art or what we were making in other classes, but never did.

Towards the end of the semester I had to plan the next. A whirlpool churned in my stomach as I clicked on “grades” on my campus’ online portal. I had an A+ in a single course. 

Media Law.

My friend from class texted me that she was dreading the final. I texted her that if we failed I would kill Mr. Perfect Score. She texted “lol.”

She passed the course. I got my degree so I assume I did too. We stopped texting.

That professor emailed me asking me to take a course at the law school down the road. He said he would let me sit in and see if I wanted to change majors a third time. I never replied.

A law degree would just make Mr. Perfect Score a hundred times more punchable.