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night-raven-tattler · 5 months

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Love beyond spoken words - part 1

Summary: Everyone has a way of saying "I love you" without using those three words.

Characters: Ace, Jack, Azul × GN!Reader (separate, romantic)

Other parts of the series: Jamil, Rook, Idia, Sebek

Warnings: food mention (Jack's part)

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You had no idea how Ace was able to maintain an average of 80 for his grades, because it never seemed like he was paying attention in class

Even when he was hunched down over his notebook as if he was writing down notes, he still gave you the impression he was not listening to the lecture

...because he wasn't, really

A folded piece of paper fell on your textbook from the direction of the seat next to you, and if the red heart doodled on it was any hint towards who the sender was, you knew he wouldn't allow you to pay any more attention to the rest of the lecture

You unfolded the piece of paper, and the words written on it brought a small smile to your face

"Hey hot stuff, wanna ditch Deuce and Grim for a lunch date? □yes or □yes"

You decided to tease him a little, so you drew a third square with a "no" written next to it and crossed it, then you folded the piece of paper and tossed it in his direction

And watched how his confident smirk turned into an offended frown in less than a second

He scribbled down something and threw the piece of paper towards you once again, huffing just so he caught your attention enough to look at him and see how hard he was trying to act hurt

"Come on! I even called you 'hot stuff' and everything!"

You couldn't deny that the whole situation made your heart skip a few beats

Your banter was no secret to anyone: all of your friends knew you and Ace loved to push each other's buttons in an endless silly game of cat and mouse

Yet the written notes kind of made the whole situation have an intimate note to it

It was a game just for the two of you, only for your eyes to see, antitipation and excitement building up as both of you slowly added to your secret conversations

"So you call me 'hot stuff' only when you want me to do something?"

You scribbled back and threw the paper at him and watched how his eyes widened as they followed the words on the paper, and a bit of pink dusted his cheeks as well

He hesistated before he wrote down a reply, and he slid the unfolded piece of paper towards you

"I won't admit anything on paper so you have no physical proof you can show off to the others."

You turned towards him and rolled your eyes, showing him exactly what you thought of his reply

But then, he signed to you to turn the piece of paper around

And, as you did, you discovered another message from him

"I wouldn't mind telling you exactly what I think about your looks if you say yes to that lunch date."

You waited a few minutes before writing down on the piece of paper, letting Ace grow a bit anxious and impatient from your lack of response

He watched as you folded the piece of paper and placed it gently on his slightly open palm

And he had to hold himself back from fist bumping the air when he unfolded the piece of paper, revealing how you crossed out your previous "no" answer and marked the other two "yes"s instead

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Jack had a hard time expressing his more sentimental feelings outwardly, and you assured him that you still knew he cared about you

While he was not a poet or a novelist, he still wanted to learn how to express his care for you better

And one day, an idea finally came to him as he watched a few students exchange notes during class...

It all started when he ran to you during P.E. and silently handed you a water bottle before going back to where he came from

On the water bottle, you noticed a small sticky note, slightly wet from the condensation on the cold bottle, and the note had a message written on it

"Remember to drink water. I don't want to see you dehydrated."

You quickly looked for Jack in the small crowd of students, and when you finally spotted him, you noticed how he was trying to look everywhere but at you, while rocking a cute blush on his face and neck

One day, you forgot your notebook in the library, but luckily your knight in fluffy armor retrieved it for you

As you took it from his hands, you noticed the sticky note on it, but before you could ask anything about it, he walked away

"We have a test next Wednesday. If you need help with studying, you can ask me for help."

Jack was sweet enough for you to buy you lunch while you saved two seats for the two of you somewhere in a more secluded corner of the cafeteria

He returned to you with his lunch and your own - a whole grain bread sandwitch and a bag of assorted nuts

And the usual note you've started to get used to

"You look tired. Hope you regain some of your energy with this."

You looked up to him, who was trying to pick between looking at you and looking away from you

You smiled sweetly at him, unwrapping your lunch and starting to eat and chat, and Jack appreciated not bringing up his new habit right away

As much as he denied it, Jack liked to be admired and felt a sense of pride whenever you watched him outrun his track and field clubmates whenever you dropped by

His speed and stamina was something he obtained from his own efforts, but he couldn't help but wonder how much of the motivation he carried with himself daily was multiplied by your influence

Jack discovered he became more and more determined every day: to become stronger, to become a better student, to show you that you always have him to rely on in times of need

You waited until the club took a break to approach Jack; you handed him a towel and he mumbled a thanks before dabbing it on his sweaty face and neck

You also handed him a sports drink as you praised him for his hard work

The bottle was unexpected, but what surprised him more was the sticky note he noticed as he took the bottle from your hands

Even though the note was slightly wet from his sweaty palms and condensation, the message it sent was clear

"I'm very proud of you. Keep going! I believe in you!"

He shily reached his hand towards you and took a hold of your hand as his tail wagged happily, occasionally brushing your legs

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The contract on the desk in the Lounge's VIP room was unlike any Azul has previously seen

The paper was slightly wrinkled, the whole thing was handwritten, and the hearts at the corner of the paper were not part of any contract etiquette he was familiar with

Amongst the sea (pun not intended) of probably misused legalese he didn't quite know himself and a bunch of sentences written in overly pompous formulations vaguely resembling formal speech, a certain phrase caught his attention

"The contractee will be able to exchange 10 minute break times with any desired act of affection from the contractor, as long as the contractee provides proof of fulfilling the required terms."

The contractee being him, and the contractor being you, of course

Azul's face turned pink, and a small smirk appeared on his face

Even when you were away from him, you still dedicated time to make sure he was taking care of himself in the silliest of ways

Your little unprompted attempt at playing his own game was amusing, and his mind raced with all the ways he could take advantage of the terms you presented him with...

That's why you were summoned to him VIP room a day later

"I'm quite interested in your offer. However, I think we should discuss the terms of the contract further before we sign it."

You were both amused and surprised by how professionally Azul was playing along your silly little game, but you remembered he was in Octavinelle for a reason: he liked being entertained

And you had fun while drafting the contract, so you supposed your idea was entertaining enough

Still, you were happy he was so eager to indulge you

Game or no game, you were still determined to sign a contract with favorable enough terms

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I'd like to propose a better way of defining the affection I'd be receiving, and I would also like to suggest offering different rewards for different timestamps."

Azul anticipated your stubbornness to influence you heavily in the negotiation, yet he didn't quite imagine the extent of your determination to have him rest

You did not even allow Azul to reduce the break time anywhere under 10 minutes

The terms you settled on were simple: 10 minutes for physical affection outside of kisses, 20 minutes for kisses anywhere outside the face, and 30 minutes for a kiss anywhere on his face

And when the piece of paper finally had both of your signatures on it, you stamped the paper with a kiss before handing it to Azul, whose face turned red at the gesture

You never expected Azul to take the contract as seriously as he did; you received at least one message a day of him telling you he was taking a break to drink some water and relax his hands

You didn't plan of breaching the contract either: you always did everything your greedy little octopus asked for

You got to spoil your boyfriend while he finally had a convincing enough reason to take a break: it was a win-win in your book

『••✎••』

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yurinaa-world · 3 months

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platonic dr ratio with child reader having a personality of madoka magica? the reader is a magical girl and dr ratio idk taking care of their clumsy behavior? i dont see anyone writing for platonic dr ratio and i really need a bit of comfort😭

write whenever you want or idk

Characters: Dr. Ratio platonic! x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: with a student reader that has the personality of Madoka Magica

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜

He doesn’t like your clumsy behaviour at all. Please watch you run around during battle; it might be worse than looking at an idiot's face. You're unpaired and should think of a plan before you jump.

A lot of the time, he’ll have to fight alongside you since you’re illiterate and can’t figure out where the enemy's weak points are.

But don't think it’s the battlefield is the only place he’s going to teach you. Count the classroom also because now you’re officially his student, and he’ll ensure you’ll become the best. He’ll make you shine like the star you meant to be! But this means you're going to have to do math…You'd rather fight than do the math!

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your teacher, Dr. Ratio, immediately stopped you from leaving his class. You already know the problem since he’s 100% going to yell and lecture you for hours because of your poor grades. “Yes si..-" You swiftly turned back but went a little fast and fell right backwards. You were finding yourself on the floor while in a bit of pain.

“Enough with this Tomfoolery.” He sighs, watching you get from the ground. “Sorry, dr. ratio " “It’s Mr. Ratio to you.” “Sorry, Mr. What seems to be the problem?” You scratch the back of your neck, a little nervous. "The math test you did yesterday. Why, no earth, did you get 8 out of 20."

You might have rushed it a little, so you get out there since you were the only one still doing the test. You didn't know it would be this bad! Now you'll have to do extra work. "really? but I tried my best!" Your words weren't convincing at all to him. "What? Are you trying your best to fail? It's as if you weren't even reading the paper and just doodling on it," he disappointed expression as he turned your test in his hands so you could look at it.

It's just a bunch of cats in black ink and nonsense answers to the questions. "From tomorrow, you're getting extra work," Dr. Ratio goes over to write in his book. You sigh, knowing this is going to happen.

"come on, it was just a couple of mistakes!"

"12 incorrect answers."

"I'll do better next! Please!" you clasped your hands together. Hoping he shows you a little mercy, but no, he will never show you any mercy. If you can learn it when he's being nice, he'll beat you instead.

"you're right; I ensure you’ll get a perfect score.”

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emargoo · 4 months

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First Time? ~ Poly!Slytherins x Reader

pairings: Theo Nott x Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: Reader is caught up in her feelings for multiple of the Slytherins. At a party they find out that y/n has never had her first kiss. College AU, all charcaters are AGED UP.

warnings: foursome, threesome, innocent reader, virgin reader, lots and lots of smut, 18 + only, rimming, oral (f recieving), anal, piv, fingering, face sitting, dirty talk, etc.

a/n: This is lwk just smut without too much of a plot so do with that what you will.

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"Psst, y/n, do you have a quil?"

You grit your teeth at the sound of Draco's voice in your ear. It was double potions and the two of you were desk mates, much to your despair. But Draco had insisted since the first day that he sit next to you.

"Y/n? Did you hear me?" Draco whispered, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You kept your eyes on the professor, not looking at the aggravating boy next to you.

"I don't have a quil, Draco. Listen to the lecture." Draco was one of your closest friends. But Godric, he could be annoying. You were just trying to pass this class.

"Merlin, alright then. Get your wand out of your arse." He sneered.

A few moments passed, you continued to take notes diligently. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Draco's gray eyes on you. He alwasy seemed to be watching you these days. You weren't quite sure what to think of it.

You could feel your neck grow hot as Draco watched you. He was clearly paying no attention to the class whatsoever. No wonder it was his worst subject.

"Draco?" You asked softly, still not looking him.

He shook himself slightly, perhaps he had lost himself and zoned out. "Yes?"

"Can you please stop staring at me? It's distracting."

You pretended to keep taking notes, but you could see a slight flush grow on Draco's pale skin as he frowned at you.

"I wasn't staring." He said, protectively.

You smirked. "Okay then."

Draco rolled his eyes, snatching the long feather quil from your hand easily. You watched helplessly as he started doodling all over his parchement.

When the class ended, you left quickly, not wanting to endure more of Draco's teasing. And you certainly didn't want to face whatever was going on between the two of you.

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It was midnight. You and Pansy Parkinson, your roomate, were laying on her bed and talking. This was something the two of you did often, gossiping and talking about your worries. And tonight was no different.

Pansy flipped a page in the magazine she was reading, Witch Weekly. You watch as she licks her finger before turning the page, feeling weirdly warm.

She looks up at you, "Have you finished the assignment for Snape yet?"

You groan, "Don't remind me." The greasy black-haired professor had assigned a 20-page research paper on love potions. Maybe you would feel better about it if Draco hadn't been bothering you so much during lessons lately. "Draco won't leave me alone. It's so hard to focus."

Pansy arched an elegant eyebrow, looking down at her magazine again. "Something going on between you two?" She asked evenly.

You shake your head. "What? No, of course not."

She gazed up at you, her green eyes gleaming in the dim light of your dorm room. You gulped, your eyes traveling down to Pansy's low-cut tank top, which revealed quite a lot of her breasts. She considered you for a second. "Hmm, alright then."

You sigh, plopping down next to her and staring up at the star-speckled ceiling. You felt Pansy reach down to stroke your hair gently, tucking a strand behind your ear thoughtlessly. You repressed a shiver at her touch.

What was wrong with you lately? Everyone's acting normal, it's me that's being weird, you think. You look over at Pansy again, admiring the way her short black hair fell around her face, her slightly parted lips. You felt your eyes close wearily, falling asleep to the image of your beautiful roomate.

Morning light streams through your window, waking you up. You lift your head slightly, glancing around for Pansy. You deflate sightly when you can't find her.

"G'morning sleepy head!" You sit up groggily, blinking at Pansy. She stood in front of the full-length mirror that was propped against your dorm wall, pulling on her usual boots.

"Morning." You say.

She grins at you. "Get up! Breakfast is almost over. And later, we party!"

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There was a certain gleam in Pansy's eyes that night, as you both got ready for the Slytherin party, that told you she knew something you didn't. And it was driving you mad.

"I don't know what to wear." You say, standing infront of your roomate in a bra and panties. It was not weird for either of you to be half-naked around the other, although it sometimes made you feel all hot and achy. But you'd learned to ignore that.

Pansy examined you, thinking to herself. "You can borrow one of my dresses." She dug around in her closet before throwing a black dress at you.

You held it up. It looked small. But maybe it was stretchy. When you tried it on, you realised the back of the dress barely covered your ass. And the neckline displayed much more of your breasts than you thought was particularily decent. "Uhm, Pansy? Are you sure this isn't a shirt?"

Pansy laughed, coming over to fix one of the straps. "Don't be silly. It looks good on you."

You looked in the mirror again, desperately trying to pull the hem of the dress down over your exposed thighs. It didn't work.

Pansy hurried you out the door, into the already loud Slytherin common room. You almost tripped on the shoes she had given you. You felt extremely uncomfortable, but was just happy to be with Pansy. No one seemed to be paying you any mind, however.

Except for Theo.

You could feel his eyes on you as you started dancing with Pansy, the dark green lights casting his figure in shadows. He stood with Draco, his hand around a cup of what must be fire whiskey. You ignored him, shaking your hips in rythym with Pansy's.

It went on like that for a while. Some of your friends came up to you and told you how good you looked. Regulus even complimented you. You were starting to relax and just enjoy yourself. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back and dancing to the techno song that was blasting. That was when you felt something warm and stiff press against your back.

You turned around with a jolt. It was Theo. His eyes danced up and down your body, resting on your exposed cleavage. He smirked at you, "Isn't that dress a little short? Are you looking for trouble, y/n?"

You scowled. Theo had been trying to sleep with you for months. Everyone knew he had a thing for you. But you had always turned him down. Not becuase you didn't want to. But with everything going on with Draco and Pansy...it was all to much for one girl to take.

You looked up at him, Merlin he was tall. Your chin came up to his chest and your neck hurt from just looking at him. He grinned down at you. "Only kidding, y/n. Don't get your panties in a knot. Unless it's a Theo Nott."

You cringed at the play on his last name. "Fuck off, Theo." You hit him playfully.

His eyes gleamed. "Enjoying yourself? Sure looks like Pansy is." He gestured towards Pansy, who had apparently clambered on to the table and started dancing.

"Shit. She's probably had too much to drink. I should get her." You started towards the table and the curvy figure that was Pansy. But Theo's hand tightened around your wrist, holding you back. You turned around to look at him angrily. "Let me go, Theo. She could hurt herself."

He smirked. "Relax, she's just having fun. And she hasn't had anything to drink. We made sure of that." He held out his cup, which upon closer inspection, was not fire whiskey. It looked like pumpkin juice.

You furrowed your brow at him. "What are you on about?"

Before he could respond, you felt another figure press up against your back, the pressure steadying you. Your head was spinning, the music was blasting in your ears, and clearlyy there was something going on you didn't know about. You turned around, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy.

Well, more like face to neck. As the boy was also extremely tall, though not as tall as Theo. And certainly not as muscular. Not that that made him less attractive, you thought, admiring his taught muscles and slender build. You shook yourself. What were you thinking? Had you gone mad?

Draco smiled at you. "Hello, y/n. Having fun?"

"Well, yes. But Pansy-" You gestured towards the table again. But Pansy wasn't there anymore.

"What about me?"

You spun wildly. Pansy had appeared behind you. You realised the three Slytherins formed a sort of triangle around you, boxing you in. The music seemed to dim in your mind, your thoughts became sharper. And the faces of the Slytherins around you were all you could focus on.

"Are you drunk?" You asked Pansy.

She smiled at you, her eyes steady. "Not at all. Come, it's time for spin the bottle." The three of them pushed you forward, the heat of their bodies making you painfully aware of yourself, sandwiched between your attractive peers.

The four of you took a seat in the corner, where a somewhat large circle had already been forming. Blaise Zabini pulled out an empty bottle of Butterbear and placed it in the middle of the circle. He started forward before Theo cut him off.

"I'll go first, Zabini." Blaise rolled his eyes. Theo spun the bottle, his eyes trained on you the whole time, smiling slightly. When the bottle came to rest on you, it came as no surprise. Theo stood before you, offering one large hand to you. You took it and he pulled you off the floor with apparent ease and surprising gentleness.

He smirked at you, taking your chin between his hand, smoothing his thumb over your jaw. He leaned forward and you watched him, stunned. Your heart was racing and everything felt like it was going in slow motion. You could feel the heat of his breath on your face, he smelled like mint and warmth. Just before Theo's lips met yours, you turned away and ran. You didn't look back but you could hear the jeers of the other Slytherins.

Back in your dorm, you sat on your bed trying to breathe. You weren't sure what had happened. Just that suddenly you panicked. Your fight-or-flight kicked in and you chose flight. You burried your face in your pillow. Why were you like this?

After what could have been minutes or hours, you weren't sure, you felt a soft hand rest on the small of your back. You turned your face to see Pansy Parkinson, sitting on the bed next to you.

"I didn't hear you come in." You said, your voice rasping a little. Then your eyes shifted from Pansy's face to the other two figures standing in the room.

Draco and Theo.

"Are you okay?" Asked Draco, looking worried.

"Yeah I'm fine. Sorry I left."

Theo shook his head, "Look, y/n, I'm sorry if I crossed a line. I shouldn't have been so pushy-"

"No! It's just that well," You cleared your throat, feeling suddenly very awkward. "Uhm, I've never had my first kiss."

Draco arched an eyebrow at you, "Merlin, y/n, if that's all that was bothering you...well you could have told us."

You clutched the pillow to your chest. "Well that's not all I guess. But I feel weird lately. And I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Weird..?" Asked Pansy, staring at you.

You blushed furiously, "Weird, like all bothered. Around you." She looked at Pansy, then shiftfed her eyes to Draco. Then finally, to Theo.

The three of them exchanged looks, smirking. Pansy got on all fours on the bed, her cleavage on full display for you. "Well, is that so?" She smiled, her green eyes flashing almost hungrily. "You know, one of us could kiss you. If it's such a big deal to you."

"What? Really?" You looked around at all of them.

Draco shrugged. "Sure, I mean it's just a kiss, right?" He smiled at you.

"Yeah. Just a kiss." You said, breathing shakily. You felt more calm. It was easier here, in your dorm. And you felt oddly comfortable around the others.

Pansy scooted next to you on the bed, "So, which one of us do you want to do it?" You considered. Pansy was your best friend, so you didn't want to make things weird, although it was practically too late for that. And you had always thought about kissing her, even if you didn't quite realise it.

Then you looked at Draco, still smiling softly at you. He looked like an angel with his blonde hair and pale skin. You thougth about the way he teased you in class, the way that always made you feel. All hot and confused. You'd like to kiss him.

And Theo...there were too many choices. You felt almost overwhelmed. You tried to speak, but couldn't. You cleared your throat, trying again. "I-I don't know. I can't choose." You looked at Pansy, flustered.

She smiled at you, "It's okay, love." She toucehd your face lightly, shifting so now she was in front of you rather than next to you. "Why don't I kiss you?"

You nodded, feeling almost small. Looking at her lips, so perfect and pink, you wanted her to kiss you. Her green eyes closed and she cupped your jaw with her hand, almost as Theo had done earlier. Her soft lips met yours, slowly moving against your face. Pansy smiled against your lips, careful and methodic in her movements. You made a noise as she slipped her tongue into your mouth and heard a quiet "fuck" from one of the boys. She reached up to twine a lock of your hair around her finger. Her tongue grazed your teeth lightly, teasing you. When Pansy decided this was enough for you, she pulled away gently. You didn't open your eyes, following her lips. She laughed.

"Eager are we?" She giggled. You looked over at the boys. They seemed starstruck with the show. You didn't say anything, your face was burning and your thighs were starting to ache.

"'Something wrong, y/n?" Theo asked, bending down to look at you closely.

You shook your head. Not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. Pansy cooed at you, "Aww, boys I think she's starting to feel needy." You looked at her confusedly, not knowing what she meant.

Theo looked at Draco, smiling. "If that was your first kiss, y/n, I assume you've never been fucked?"

You shook your head again. You didn't know where this was going, just that it was making you very wet.

"Would you like to be?" He asked. "Would you like us to take care of you?" You looked up at the boy, he was smiling with a mix of kindness and devilishness.

You seemed incapable of words, but you nodded. You wanted this, you wanted them.

Pansy tutted at you, "Use your words, darling. Or we can't help you out."

You swallowed. "I want you to, uhm," You looked around at the three of them. Pansy smiled encouragingly at you, her hand laying on your thigh. "I want you to fuck me. All of you."

Shivers of excitement seemed to run down all of them and suddenly Theo was next to you, grabbing you face and turning it towards him. "You have no idea how long we've been waiting for this," he breathed. He kissed you, hot and furiously. He was almost sloppy, not as meticulous as Pansy had been, but you enjoyed it. You could feel his want in the way he moved, how he angled his face to best fit yours. He was all teeth and tongue and lust and your thighs grew impossibly warmer. You moaned. Theo pulled away, smirking slightly.

"Pansy, Draco," He said, "Why don't you help our girl with her little situation." The two nodded eagerly. Slipping their hand under your dress and pulling it gently over your head. You lay on the bed now in only your bra and panties. You felt all of their eyes on you, including Pansy's. But it felt different this time. It wasn't just the comfortable indifference shared between roomates, Pansy wanted you. Your face pinked and Draco slipped a hand under your panties, looking into your eyes for permission to continue. You nodded desperately, they were getting you worked up.

Theo continued kissing you, more intensly this time. Draco swipped a finger across your dripping slit quickly and you shuddered from the unexpected contact.

"Look how wet she is already." He smirked. Pansy leaned over and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Watching the way they all looked at each other, their synchronized movements, it occured to you that this was most likely not the first time they had done something together.

You felt proud and flustered that they would want to include you in this. Theo moved from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting on the soft vulnerable skin. Pansy and Draco slipped off your panties, pulling them off your legs. Pansy laid down and licked a stripe up your cunt, teasing your clit with the end of her tongue.

You moaned loudly, it felt so good.

"She's a loud one, huh?" Said Pansy, looking at the other two. "Well unfortunately sweetheart, as much as I'd like to hear your pretty moans, if you're gonna be that loud we need to do something about it. After all, these walls are too thin. Someone might hear."

Draco smirked, "That just makes it more exciting, don't you think?"

Pansy scoffed, "Maybe for you. I'm not trying to get caught fucking my roomate and you two goones."

You moaned loudly at a particularly hard nip from Theo, wanting the attention back on you. Pansy laughed and shoved your wet panties into your mouth, filling your nose with your own scent.

Pansy went down on you again, admiring the view she had waited so long to see. She stuck her tongue out, gently teasing your soaking entrance. You looked up at Draco, and saw he had unbuckled his pants and was already furiously working his length with his hand at the erotic sight. Theo started tugging at your bra, not being bothered to unclasp it he simply ripped it off you, throwing it onto the floor. He began kissing his way down your breasts, latching on to one of your nipples and sucking gently.

Meanwhile, Pansy was nose deep in your cunt, moaning into your heat and sending vibrations up your body. She was good at this, it defenitely wasn't her first time. Her nose bumped against your clit, stimulating you while her tongue explored your hole. She wiggled it around your walls and you felt yourself clench around the warm muscle.

"Does her pussy taste good, Pans?" Asked Draco, still pumping his cock.

Pansy groaned again into your heat, nodding slightly. You yourself get tight, practically grinding against your roomates face. You desperately wanted more friction. Theo bit your nipple slightly, changing to the other bud and sucking on it while he rolled the other one around in his fingers. Your body shook in pleasure, your hips moving in fast cricles on Pansy's face.

Draco was moving his hand faster than ever. "Thats it, baby, come on Pansy's face."

Pansy lapped between your folds, moving to pay special attention to your clit. She slid a finger into you and worked your tight hole. You gasped into your panties, muffling your moans in the fabric as you felt yourself orgasm on Pansy's mouth. She kept licking you, cleaning up your dripping mess and helping you ride through your high.

When you looked over at Draco, you saw he had came as well. Pansy licked her lips. "You are delicious, y/n," She smiled, removing the wet panties from your mouth.

"Give me a taste." Theo leaned forward to lock lips with her, groaning into the kiss and reaching down to palm his cock through his jeans. They made out passionately for a second before breaking apart. "You're right Pans," He said, smiling. "She is delicious."

Draco moved forward and joined the three of them, their lips connecting in a hot three-way kiss. Theo reached up to grab one of Pansy's tits and massaged it. You watched them, feeling yourself blush and feeling heat pool into your already sensetive cunt. You whined, shifting on the mattress. You still wanted more.

Pansy laughed, breaking away from the boys. "Look, our girl is still wet and needy. How about you let mommy sit on your face while Theo and Draco use your holes?" You nodded eagerly, wanting to taste Pansy.

The three Slytherins shrugged off their clothes, and you admired their bodies hungrily. Pansy was slender and had smaller breasts than you, but her ass looked like it had been sculpted by Merlin himself. Theo and Draco...they were just as perfect. Tall and muscular. It was almost too much for you. Theo snaked his arms behind your thighs, positioning you at the end of the bed, he lifted your legs up and bent them over his arms.

His lip curled, "Good thing our girl is flexible, otherwise I'm not sure how we'd both fit."

Pansy moved so she was facing the boys, her heat hovering above your face. "I want to watch while they fuck you," she said. "Just tap my thigh if you want to stop, okay?"

In response, you grabbed her thighs and pushed her down onto your face, sticking your tongue out and lapping at her pussy immediately. She tasted better than you could have imagined. Soft moans came from her mouth as she began gringing her hips onto your face. You started thrusting your tongue up into her entrance, pulling small whimpers from her.

You could feel the tip of Theo's cock tease your entrance, you were already impossibly wet again. Draco's fingers reached to swipe some of your wetness, rubbing it around your tiny hole. He slipped a finger into your ass, making you moan into Pansy's heat. The vibrations on her clit made her shudder in pleasure. Simultaneously, you felt both Theo and Draco's lengths slide easily into your holes. It only hurt for a second before they filled you up, giving you more pleasure than you'd ever thought possible.

Your movements with your tongue on Pansy's pussy became sloppy as the boy's thrusts overtook you. You felt Theo's cock press against your g-spot in perfect rythym. Pansy leaned down to rub your clit, still moaning as she pressed her hips down onto your face. You reached up a hand to cup her breast, twisting one of her sensetive buds. This was all she needed to come all over your face, riding out her high gently. It wasn't long after before you and the other boys came as well.

The four of you lay on the bed, breathing heavily. They had already been so many of your firsts and they definitely wouldn't be your last.

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comedicpotato · 2 months

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An assortment of hollowknight doodles I did during lecture. Has it been ages sense I’ve played the game? Yes. Did it still shape my art and I remember far too much of the art design? Also yes.

#art #my art #hollow knight #doodles #hollow knight fanart #bugs #hornet hk #little ghost hk #hollow knight quirrel #deepnest hollow knight #fanart #journal doodles

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employee052 · 2 months

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was doodling during one of my lectures when i had the idea of a young, university student narrator whos got this story idea he's been thinking about during his classes and wants to get out there (ignore my semi theatre notes)

he ends up having this idea about a story about choices, about a man stuck in an office thats clearly inspired by his own job, and so he ends up being an english/drama major in order to figure out how to tell his story

is this inspired by me rn? yes. do i care? naur >:3

also some misc digital doodles i did on my phone under the cut

#artswin #tsp narrator #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #stanley parable #tspud narrator #the narrator #his ass is YOUNG #hes got DREAMS #hes a bit NERVOUS #but by god hes DOIN IT

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whxre4hange · 2 years

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aot characters at uni headcanons :) (because i am miserable at uni and wanna romanticise things)

eren

how did this guy get to uni? i guess we’ll never know. i guess we’ll never know

if it’s zoom, he’s most definitely causing chaos

i’m talking spamming the chat for whatever reason

“haha funny meme”

pretending he’s frozen when the prof (levi) calls on him

“jaeger, i can still see you blinking.” “IM NOT BLINKING ITS JUST A GLITCH- oh- shi-“ *goes back to silence and ‘frozen’ state*

and if it’s in perso, he’s still causing chaos.

“PROFESSOR CAN I ASK A QUESTION?” “yes, you can.” “where’s joe?” “who’s joe?” “JOE MAMA!!!!!!!” “10% off your first assessment.”

im wheezing

*corrects the spelling mistakes on the slides like the petty girlboss he is*

his major? probably something really really really vague

is there a bachelor of edginess?

no? okay well probably studying something in humanities / science

does he study?

lmaoooo…..do pigs fly?

but does he somehow get a perfect gpa?

yeah

cause hes the main character, duh

if you don’t count the 10% professor levi deducted because of the joe mama joke

i dont really have anything else to say about him

but i would hate to have him in my class

mikasa

you know that really well dressed, quiet girl that always catches your eye in your lectures?

ladies, bros, and non-binary hoes, may i introduce mikasa ackerman?

she picks her electives so they match up with eren’s 🥺

and in those classes

hoooo boy

she’s basically a mum

or a dog mum

keeping eren on a leash, if you will

honestly i see her doing a liberal arts degree, with a major in literary studies (i headcanon her as a lit student im sorry ahh she just has that vibe)

like eren, she has a perfect/almost perfect grades

and that’s because she actually STUDIES

like i said, shes really quiet and reserved & basically talks to no one except eren

but damn is she a boy magnet

*cough* JEAN *splutter*

armin

he’s most definitely a geography student. dont @ me. i dont take constructive criticism. nor do i take criticism in general.

he’s either the teacher’s pet or hated by the teacher because he keeps correcting them

there is no in between

like mikasa, studies 24/7

unlike mikasa, either does realllly really well or really really bad

he’s a polarising figure okay

and maybe his results are cause he doodles in his textbooks half the time

it’s not even a textbook at this point it’s a fkn sketchbook (lmao my partner’s maths book in high school was filled with the most amazing intricate doodles and basically no maths but he somehow got high 80s so uh) but yeah thats how i see it

daydreamer :D

especially in grades

wears a cardigan

soft boi incarnate

goes out of his way to help confused freshmen

cause he’s wholesome like that

#welovearminclub

sasha

FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR I REPEAT FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR

“i study food. and by study, i mean eat.”

mediocre grades at best

im sorry T_T i love her but i can’t see her being bothered at uni

messes around with connie half the time

or tries to at least

poor connie is trying to study

she is that one kid who brings a whole ass meal into class and eats it very loudly

“okay so if we look at the chemical structure of ca-“ *slurp slurp, BITCH*

there are food stains all over her textbooks and the notes connie forced her to take

connie

okay but he had no idea what he wanted to do in uni

so he just did what sasha was doing

food science buddies :D

much to sasha’s chagrin, his grades are better than hers

because he’s actually STUDYING

and idk NOT EATING DURING CLASS

they aren’t perfect grades but they’re good

he’s pretty quiet in class

he’s just tryna pass

and control sasha

idk which one’s harder

i envy the man tho

jean

commerce. major. or smth to do with business

he is so goddamn cocky im sorry it drives me insane

well dressed rich boi vibes

to his credit, he studies really hard and his grades are really good :)

he chooses electives so that they measure up with marco’s :D

i dont have much to say about him

simps for mikasa and mikasa only

loyal frat boi ig???

marco

music major PLSSS

i see him either being the nerdy boy wearing sweaters that plays ukelele/ acoustic guitar on the stairs (surrounded by fangirls)

or the boy with the kazoo that won’t quit (still surround by fangirls cause who doesnt love a kazoo?)

or both :D

when he sees jean sadly listening to ‘glimpse of us’ while thinking about mikasa

he decides to jump in w a little bit of musical zang. cause he’s supportive

please see https://www.youtube.com/shorts/g82qI-jdRw4 for reference

you won’t regret it

it isn’t a rick roll i promise

like armin, a vvv sweet boy

will help any of his classmates in need :D

basically stuck to jean like glue

historia

she’s a double major of law and political science

we love a girlboss academic queen

QUEEN? did ya see what i did there???

cmonnn laugh

SUCH a model student and shes so helpful and sweet aaa

everyone loves her

its impossible to hate her

soft girl mixed w light academia aesthetic :D

she is an angel incarnate

perfect grades perfect social life perfect everything

also a perfect girlfriend

*stares pointedly at ymir*

ymir

studying criminology because it has similar units to law

and someone in particular is doing law

you catch my drift?

she really doesn’t wanna go to class but will go if historia is going

*historia*ns will say theyre just friends

but we all know better :D

she doesn’t talk to anyone unless its historia

and shes got such a resting bitch face that no one dares approach her

even the professor is scared to call on her

she gets mediocre grades, but they improve when historia forces her to study

hanji

hanji my beloved <333

she’s a professor

the crackhead professor everyone likes

probably chemistry / physics / human bio

something sciency

100% will use her students for her experiments

with consent ofc

it’s the 21st century after all

veryyyyy disorganised

will 1000000% forget she had class

turns up 15 minutes late and fuming at the lack of organisation

“WHO THE FUCK IS RUNNING THIS CLASS?”

“you are, professor”

“oh.”

i love her sm

i hate all sciences but i would study it if she was teaching it

levi

you know shota aizawa from mha?

yeah

that. he’s that guy

he does not fucking want to be there

what does he teach? probably politics or something to do w humanities

he calls his students ‘brats’

but affectionately

right?????? RIGHT????

his dead eyes scares all of the students so much that no one dares say anything

even when he’s asking them questions

all silent

except for eren

who he tells to shut up 24/7

“class is cancelled because i don’t want to be here. go home, brats.”

if you dare fail his class…just write your will okay?

erwin

10000% a history teacher aHHHH

(totally not biased because i love history)

he’s so passionate about what he does!

he definitely does re-enactments of battles with help from his students

kinda like rengoku’s spin on a history teacher

is really enthusiastic!

all of the students love him

some love him a lil toooo much

cmon, you see it too right?

takes students under his wing

just

a ball of sunshine

best professor ever

ahhhh it makes me so happy thinking about it

reiner

first, i would like to establish that we love reiner in this household

and if you don’t agree, LEAVE

seriously tho the guy needs a hug, therapy and cookies

i headcanon him as a humanities and psychology student!

he just wants to learn about the world and make it a better place okay ):

i could also see him as training to be a psychologist

the therapist-type of psychologist that is (clinical psychologist for all you fancy smartpants out there)

studies very very hard!

he throws himself into his work 100000%

all or nothing

speaking of which

he’s all about taking care of his education and his physical fitness too!

soft gymbro reiner

the nice gymbro that drinks respect women juice daily

yeah we stan him :D

probably really popular amongst the ladies and the gays but is too clueless to recognise it

annie

okay first, she’s definitely doing criminology

with the aim of going into the police force

(where i live, you have to do a degree in crim before working as a police - i think :D)

cmon she is canonically in the military police

there is no way she wouldn’t do it in uni

she never ever ever turns up to class

she just doesn’t like people okay

she would much rather be curled up in her dorm with her noise-cancelling headphones

doing her classes online

but if she’s on zoom

camera off, mike off

catch berty dragging her grumpy ass to exams

“ANNIE, YOU HAVE TO ATTEND EXAMS IN PERSON”

*camera cuts to annie who isn’t even planning to do exams at all*

she doesn’t study much

she’s really passive about uni and she doesn’t really care

but she does really well, she has a talent for crim :’)

girlboss incarnate

bertholdt

he is doing a very very very broad humanities degree

our aimless lil boi :’(

managed to do a few crim units to match with annie

( a simp)

always shows up to class

perfect attendance

10/10

but thats only because he hopes that annie will be there

which she never is

really quiet but sweet

mediocre to good grades but nothing out of the ordinary

he’s kinda the boy next door vibes

always wears the same blue sweater

pieck

mommy

mommy? i mean sorry mommy

sorry it just keeps slipping out

thats what she said

aNYWAYS

she is a very homely and sweet honours student!

like reiner, probably a psych student

cottagecore aesthetic. i dont make the rules.

shes still a student but everyone thinks she’s a professor cause she’s so talented and smart and- adulty?

she has her life together, on the surface

but uh

yeahhhhhhh if you catch her in her natural habitat, her hair is all askew, notes are everywhere and shes crouched on all fours scribbling away at her work

porco

immediate rich daddy boy’s vibes im sorry

“MY FATHER SHALL HEAR ABOUT THIS!” - porco malfoy 2k22

most definitely studying humanities w/ a major in international law and political science

gee i sure hope he doesn’t run into reiner in the humanities building

THAT would make for some drama

and we don’t like drama in this household!

no, that isn’t popcorn in my hands you see

100% the chaddiest chad to ever chad at the university of chad

IM SORRY OKAY I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT PORCO

TAKE THIS HEADCANON OR LEAVE IT

BECAUSE I SURE AINT TAKING CRITICISM

zeke

i wanna put a forewarning that i have a thing against zeke so proceed w warning

he just gives me bad vibes okay ;-;

he is that professor who wears a trench coat to every single class

even if it’s summer

black. trenchcoat.

his response to every criticism aimed at him? “no bitches?”

i cant fault him for that

like i said, he’s a professor

of political science probs

very very charismatic

the classes he teachers are like a cult fr

they really realllly admire him

alot

like alot alot

okay i think that’s all i can do :’) cause the only other marley person i know well enough to headcanon is colt and im still sad about how he died :(

i hope you enjoyed ! likes/reblogs/shares/comments are appreciated :) lemme know who you want me to do next in the replies xx

might do a part two hehe! i hope you enjoyed :) reblogs (w credit), likes and comments appreciated and encouraged x

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aangstycareberrr · 1 year

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Partners, pt. 2

summary: college au / you and Kenma get paired up for a project together and fun stuff happens

kenma x reader

part 1 part 3

a/n: there’s gonna be one more part after this one i think

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You got ready for the party and were almost ready to head out, you looked over your makeup and your outfit in the mirror and took a quick picture before grabbing your keys and walking out. As you were locking your door you feel your phone vibrate in your hands. It’s a text from Kenma. “hey, just checking that your still coming?”, it makes you feel giddy to see his name on your phone, and the fact that he wants you to be there is enough to make you giggle out loud. You’re feeling a lot more confident than earlier so you decide to be a little flirty with your reply, “would you be sad if i wasn’t?“ You hit send and for a moment you question if you shouldn’t have said that. is it stupid, is he gonna think i’m dumb for flirting with him. but he almost immediately replies, with a simple “yeah”. you just stare at your phone, you weren’t expecting him to just concede and outright admit without a shadow of a doubt that he wants you there. it’s such a simple response and yet it plagues your thoughts for the entirety of way.

You walk through the door and look around, the place is packed and you couldn’t remember the last time you went to a party this big, actually you weren’t sure you ever had. You spotted the kitchen, which was significantly less crowded, and walked over to make yourself a drink, you’re going to need it to get through tonight, you thought. As you pour vodka and sprite into a solo cup you hear your name.

“Y/n!“ You look up to see Kuroo walking into the kitchen with another guy next to him who you feel like you vaguely recognize. You’re relieved to see a familiar face but you’re mostly just thinking about where Kenma might be.

“i’m glad you could make it, and i’m not just saying that because you’re the reason i convinced Kenma to come to one of these parties.”, he says jokingly, but it still makes you happy to hear.

“Thank you for the invite, honestly this is a bit out of my comfort zone but i can tell there won’t be a dull moment.”, you say as you watch a group of guys holding the biggest dude you’ve ever seen by his ankles to do a keg stand. Kuroo laughs and says “You got that right. Listen i’m gonna go get Kenma for you, he went to my room and told me to just come get him when you got here… don’t tell him i told you that.”, you laugh and the comment makes some of your nerves disperse. he really wants me here. Before walking off Kuroo mentions, “This is Bokuto, i’m gonna leave you with him while i fetch Kenma, and i promise he’ll keep you entertained.” As Kuroo walks off to get Kenma you turn to greet Bokuto, but he beats you to it. “Hey! it’s so nice to meet you, i feel like i know you from somewhere.”, he speaks excitedly and his cheery aura makes you feel at ease, that could also be the alcohol though. “i think so too actually! wait, are you in my english lit class?”

“YES! that’s it!! you’re the girl who sits in the front and always knows the answers to the professors weird and metaphorical questions!”, This makes you laugh, you remember Bokuto now. He sits a little further back than you, you’ve seen him doodling in his notebook during lectures.

“Hey wait, so you’re here for Kenma?”, You can’t decipher if the shock in his voice is good or bad. “Yeah i guess you could say that. Anything i should know?”, you say this in a light hearted tone, but secretly you are trying to get information. “I mean Kenma’s a good guy, i’m just a little shocked, he doesn’t really do this kind of thing.” “Parties or girls?” Before Bokuto can respond to your question Kenma walks into the kitchen with Kuroo.

He’s beautiful. You think as you watch him walk in, you can’t believe how attracted you are to him. He stands a couple feet away from you in the kitchen and smiles lightly at you. “Hi”, he greets. “Hi”, you respond, you both just stare at each other for a moment. Kuroo interrupts by clearing his throat and excusing Bokuto and himself, leaving you alone with Kenma. “Hi”, “hi”, you both repeat your greetings and laugh about it. you realize he’s staring at you and it makes you feel self-conscious until he says, “you look good.” He said it with a fond smile and looks down. “Thank you”, you smile back at him and suddenly you feel unfalteringly confident. “Can i show you outside? it’s a bit quieter and the pool is nice to look at at night.” You agree and you guys walk outside together.

It is indeed quieter outside and you mentally thank Kenma. there’s a few people sprawled out on some patio furniture and a guy and a girl sitting with their feet in the water. Other than that, it’s pretty desolate. You take a moment to look at the pool and how the light reflects on it. “It is nice to look at.”, you say to Kenma. You guys sit next to each other by the edge of the pool. “So you live here?”, you ask Kenma. He scrunches his nose up and says “no, i hang out here every now and then because of Kuroo but, a frat isn’t my idea of a comfortable living space.” “Yeah i didn’t think you were the frat type.”

“I’m not sure how i should take that.”, Kenma said in a playfully defensive tone

“It’s not a bad thing. Like i just know i wouldn’t be able to do it. i enjoy being around people but some days i definitely need to be in hermit mode and recharge my social battery. I just get the feeling that we might be similar in that regard.” You look at him when you finish talking and notice he’s staring at you like he’s thinking about saying something. Finally, he says, “i want to show you something”

He stand and leads you towards a corner on the far side of the patio and you hesitate for a bit before following him until you reach a ladder leaned against the side of the house. “i really like climbing onto the roof sometimes, it’s pretty much the only part of this house that’s consistently peaceful.”

You consider him for a moment, mentally weighing the pros and cons of going to a secluded area with a guy you basically just met. Something about Kenma makes you feel safe, you know it’s because he’s conventionally attractive, but you let yourself indulge for a bit and climb the ladder. Kenma climbs up behind you and you wonder if he’s looking up your skirt or being respectful, you don’t know which one you prefer. When you get to the top you notice a lawn chair with a blanket thrown over it. “that’s usually where i sit when i’m up here.” Kenma walks over and removes the blanket from over the chair, and then sprayed it out on the floor for you both to lay one. You sit on it as you dangle your feet off the edge of roof. from here you get a clear view of the couple down by the pool. They’re sitting close together but not actually touching, they’ve been giggling and they both seem nervous in a cute way, so you draw the conclusion that they’re not officially a couple. “They’ve both been dying to kiss each other this whole time.”, you say. Kenma laughs but looks a little confused, so you feel the need to clarify, “i like to people watch”. Kenma nods in understanding and then says, “actually i think he’s a lot more into her than she is, i like to people watch too.” You smile at this and then respond, “What makes you say that?”

“His body is turned towards her but she’s just facing the pool, and she’s always the first to break eye contact, like she’s avoiding him trying to kiss her.”

You laigh incredulously at him, “ok, i’m impressed.” You both laugh together and the atmosphere is light and playful and makes you feel giddy.

Conversation flows smoothly after this. You guys talk about your majors, your hometowns, families, high school, and everything under the sun. He tells you about his hobbies and the small company that he’s thinking of starting, you tell him about your passions and aspirations. He’s easy to talk to and he makes you laugh and laughs at your jokes as well. Everything about him makes you want to kiss him, but you don’t want to jump the gun. At some point along the way you guys have scooted even closer together and your thighs touch his. You’re so enthralled in conversation you don’t notice how much time has passed or the fact that it’s been hours. You weren’t expecting to stay this long and although you don’t mind, you didn’t feel totally safe walking back to your place so late at night. After taking a look at your phone and confirming the time, you regretfully say to him, “god this sucks, but i kinda should get going, it’s pretty late, and my place is a few blocks from here.” “I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to keep you. I didn’t even notice the time.”, he apologized but you quickly say, “No! don’t apologize, i enjoyed this.” It sounds so formal, you want to say it differently, you want to tell him that you’ve loved every minute spent with him, that he’s been so charming, that you want to see him again, but you bite your tongue, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, but you’re bursting on the inside. He smiles at your comment and says “Can i walk you home?, and don’t say i don’t have to do that. i want to, if you’re comfortable with it.” You want to melt and hug him, but instead you just nod. “I’d like that.”

As you walk back to your place it’s quiet, but it’s not uncomfortable. He evokes this energy that makes being around him easy, like there’s no pressure to perform or act a certain way. You look at him from the corner of your eye and see him smiling at the ground. After a few minutes you arrive in front of your apartment building and you stop in front of it. “This is your place?”, “yeah? why’d you say it like that?”, “Oh it’s just, i live in that building.”, he points to the building across the street from yours, it’s literally 10 feet away. You’re not sure if this makes you happy or nervous but you just laugh, he joins you in this. You guys stare at each other and you know you’re just stalling having to walk away from him, you want to spend the whole night just talking to him, or even just sitting in silence with him.

“Thank you for walking me.” “it’s, no problem, apparently we were going the same way”, he says jokingly. Not being able to stall any longer, you say goodbye to him and turn to walk into your building. “hey”, he calls. You turn back to look at him and he gets a lot closer to you, inches from your face. You look up at him with slightly wide eyes and he says “Can i kiss you?”, you nod and he leans in. It’s slow, and sweet. He rests one hand on your waist while the other cups your face. Your hands go around his shoulders, meeting at the nape of his neck where you play with the ends of his hair. His lips are a little chapped but you don’t care. he’s an amazing kisser. He pulls away for a second before placing one last quick peck on your lips. You stare up at him and smile. He’s lightly laughing and before you can ask why, he tells you, “I was so nervous to do that”, you laugh with him and are even more charmed by his giddiness. You feel like a teenage girl who just had her first kiss. You guys finally part and he tells you he’ll text you. You walk up to your apartment and and start laughing, it’s been a while since you felt the childlike innocence of a crush and all the little joys that come with it.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, it’s a text from Kenma: “i’m home :)”

#kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma imagine #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma scenario #hq kenma #hq x reader #hq #haikyuu au #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hq kuroo #bokuto koutarou #hq nekoma #kenma fluff

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sarahshot1st · 1 year

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"Do you want to go see a movie on Saturday?"

Diana frowned, pulling out one earbud, arm resting lazily against the library table.

"A movie?"

Leona stuttered. "Yeah, I mean - it's just, there's a lot of good ones showing right now, you know?"

Diana huffed. "I guess."

"I was planning on going alone, but it's nicer when you have someone to go with." Leona forced a smile, which completely failed to cover up the nervousness she was obviously feeling. Diana had the distinct impression the red-headed jock had planned this interaction out, and that it wasn't going how she had planned.

She decided to be merciful. "Yeah, I know what you mean. At least if the movie sucks, you have someone to shit-talk it with afterwards."

"Right! And if it's good, you can talk about what made you like it."

Diana gave a faint smile. Based on what she knew of Leona, she could likely talk someone's ear off for thirty minutes about a movie she enjoyed. When the brawny athlete got excited about something, it became her entire universe. She reminded Diana of how her History of Religion professor gave lectures, jumping from topic to topic, making connections with whatever else was currently on his mind; only instead it was about Taylor Swift's latest album, or the plot of some anime Leoma had been watching. Diana honestly found it amusing to see that same level of hyperfocus applied to much more light-hearted subjects than the heavy things Dr. Terris discussed - topics like ethnic displacement and conflicts between rival sects.

"I suppose that's a fair point," Diana said, closing her notebook. She had finished studying an hour ago, and had been passing the time doodling on blank pages and listening to her mellow playlist. She could have left, but Leona studied better when she had someone with her. It didn't matter if they talked about the homework or not, having another body present helped Leona stay focused.

"...So? Do you wanna?" Leona's tone was so full of innocent pleading, she might as well have been pointing her index fingers together.

Did she? They had been study partners for two weeks now, and Diana was honestly coming to enjoy Leona's company. Goodness knew she could stand to expand the size of her friend circle. She had become something of a loner at Targon University, with most of the people she knew from high school going off to different schools or starting careers. Having someone to consistently spend time with had proven good for her. But going from "study partners" to "actual hang-out friends" was a big leap. Is that what she wanted?

"Fine," Diana said, trying not to make a big deal out of it. "What do you want to see? I hear the new Scream movie's supposed to be halfway decent."

Leona paled. "I'd … I'd rather not see a horror film. They're not really my thing."

Interesting, Diana thought. The big, tough, jock-girl is squeamish. She filed that information away for later use.

"Well, I'm not that picky. Pick something out and let me know. But Leona?"

"Yes?"

"Let's do Sunday instead of Saturday."

"Okay…" Leona's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Monday's your off-day for practice. I don't have work, and our classes aren't until the afternoon. We can stay out late and sleep in. Thar way, we can dodge the Saturday evening crowd."

Leona nodded. "Good thinking."

Diana shrugged. "I worked at a movie theater during high school. The employees would always fight each other over who got the Sunday shifts because the place was practically dead. The less people going out on dates, the less popcorn there is to clean up afterwards."

She kept her tone of voice completely neutral, avoiding Leona's face by taking a sip of water. When she lowered her Nalgene, however, she saw that the girl's face had turned nearly as red as her hair.

So Leona did consider this to be a date.

Did Diana mind that?

"I'll … I'll pick you up at 7?" Leona asked, hastily packing up her things. Her homework, Diana noted, was only half-finished.

Well, this could prove interesting.

"Sounds like a plan."

#leodia #short fiction #short ficlet #college au #leona is on the football team #diana is majoring in religious studies #adhd leona #bcuz i project my neurodivergencies onto my blorbos #not alluded to here but trans leona #demisexual diana

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incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes · 1 year

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Yes, please, a further elaboration (maybe short scenarios?) Of zach bonding with bex, macey and liz please! Maybe throw in a bit of Rachel? Would really love to see that, thank you bery muchhhh

Anytime Rebecca Baxter approached Zachary Goode it was with intent. The same could be said for anytime Zach sought her out, it was always with reason.

"Goode," Rebecca started. "Do you refrigerate ketchup?"

It wasn't always an important reason.

Zach looked up at the girl putting grocery in her fridge. "Yes."

"No you don't!" She exclaimed.

"Then why did you ask?"

"I thought maybe you had some sense about you!"

"It literally says refrigerate after opening on the bottle!"

"It hasn't been opened yet!"

Zach plucked the bottle from her hands and opened it. "Now it has," he said offering it back to her.

Bex glared at him. "This doesn't make you right." she said, snatching it back.

"Yes, it does," he said, earning a loud groan in response.

For the past hour there hadn't been much noise in the room besides pens tapping paper. But Zach had been tapping the end of his on the edge of his book for a few minutes. Which meant that soon-

“Three letter word for donut shaped music holder.” He said.

Liz’s brow furrowed as she looked up. He passed his over to her. After scanning it for less than ten seconds she handed it back. “CDS.”

“Damn,” Zach said, filling it in. “I took it too literally.”

“You always take it too literally,” Liz told him. “You we’re thinking music holder like a stand or something?”

“Mhm,” Zach mumbled, both of them refocusing on their puzzles.

Liz was next, with a loud groan. “I know, I know this one!”

Zach raised an eyebrow, not yet looking up. Sometimes Liz got there on her own. She was the smartest person Zach knew and he’d never not give her the full credit she deserved for that.

“Four letter word, Taylor Swift, ‘So it blank…’”

“Goes.” He supplied, immediately.

“Ugh!” Liz groaned, filling it in. “How did you know that?”

“Cammie loves Taylor.”

“We all love Taylor.”

Zach chuckled to himself. “I know. She likes that one. And so do I.”

Liz has moved on to her next word. Halfway through the answered she paused, looking up at Zach. “What does that mean?”

“What?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you know what that song is about?”

“Yep.” He fought the urge to chuckle again as he was sure Liz’s eyes had widened at him. “You wanna switch to Sudoku?”

“Yes, please.”

Macey was only going to kill Cammie a little bit for making her attend this lecture. But Cammie was sick so she couldn’t go and she really wanted the extra credit. And Macey couldn’t say no to a sick Cammie. So, that’s how she found herself wearing a blonde wig, next to Zach in a lecture hall.

“You can take Zach for company,” Cammie had said. “He was going to come with me anyway.”

Sure enough, he still tagged along even though it was Macey, not Cammie he was sitting next to.

“I’m surprised you’re not staying back and doting on her,” she commented.

“She’s gonna sleep for a few hours,” Zach said. “I’ll be back before she’s awake again and she’ll let me take care of her.” He reached into Cammie’s bag- the one she’d given Macey to carry- and produced a pen and a notebook. He placed them in front of her and then took out another pen for himself.

Macey glanced down at the objects, almost absently. “She still doodles during lectures.”

“Yep.” Zach said. More people trickled in and started filling in the seats around them. He pulled a pack of gum out of his pocket and offered Macey a piece. She took one. The professor came in among the crowd of students and began setting up.

“What is this lecture for, again?” Macey mumbled.

“History,” Zach answered. “Up until the civil war.”

Macey looked at him then, eyes wide and brows knitted together. Zach gave her a nod in response. Macey inhaled, turning her eyes back to the notebook and picking up the pen.

They still had a few minutes before the lecture was scheduled to start. A particularly loud group of friends had sat somewhat near the pair, having an interesting conversation.

“No, I just assume everyone’s parents are divorced,” one girl was saying, getting laughs and looks from her other friends. “That’s what being a child of divorce does to you.” She looked at one of her friends who was laughing. “Are your parents divorced?”

“No,” he said, still laughing.

“But are they happy?”

Macey looked to Zach again, both of them with wide eyes and the corners of their mouths upturned. They knew a thing or two about unhappy parents, whether they were together or not or shouldn’t be together.

Thankfully, the lecture began just as the groups conversation turned to meth- “No, it’s not meth it’s speed, if you want to be technical.” Macey continued pretending to take notes while Zach fidgeted with his pen next to her.

The lecture seemed to focus in on the Boston Tea Party, the professor showing a reenactment scene of tea tax protestors dumping boiling tar on a man trying to uphold the tax. They then proceeded to cover the man in feathers and take him through town. The clip ended and the professor asked a question. A few people raised their hands- not Zach or Macey- and he called on one of them.

“I mean that was interesting,” the student was saying. “I had no idea that was a thing people did. We only ever really hear about the tea in the harbor part. And it looked like they were dumping like black ink on that guy?”

That got Macey and Zach’s attention. They side eyed each other.

“Um,” the professor began. “The black stuff? That was tar.”

“Oh.” The student said. “Really? It looked like ink.”

Macey turned to Zach again, bringing her hand up to her face as if she was touching her hair, but really she was hiding her incredulous expression. Zach tilted the notebook toward himself.

“Yes, it was boiling hot tar,” the professor confirmed before continuing to get back on track.

Zach pushed the notebook back to Macey. He has written ‘the word tar was in the title of the video’. Macey wrote back ‘literally’ and underlined it. The two sighed at the same time. It was gonna be a long hour but there were worse people to spend it with.

#ask #answered #blurbs #gallagher girls #I got carried away with maceys because it’s real #the group of friends is a real conversation my friends and I had in public #the tar video and comment really happened in a class I don’t even pay attention to #how am I not paying attention and I know more of what’s going on than you #the crosswords were also real #zach goode #bex baxter #macey mchenry #liz sutton #I FORGOT RACHEL

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welcomingdisaster · 9 months

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15 questions for 15 mutuals!

tagged by @swanmaids! cool to learn more about you

1. Are you named after anyone? yes! my grandma.

2. When was the last time you cried? uhh i'm not super sure! i cry fairly easily at movies and books, so probably media-related?

3. Do you have kids? nope! I'm 23 and still in grad school. maybe in like 3-5 years.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? occasionally!

5. What sports do you play/have played? i was not a sports kid and am not a sports person now. in elementary school i did swimming and tennis at some point.

now the closest thing is hiking and swimming for fun.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? oh i never know what to say for this one. depends on the person & the context. i do tend to pay a lot of attention to jewelry.

7. What's your eye color? hazel! a little green and a little brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? usually i'm not a huge scary movie person, so happy endings wins by default? i gotta say i love sad endings though.

9. Any special talents? i'm good at finding four leaf clovers & fact checking. (this does this mean i'm horrible when one of my professors misquotes or misuses a stat during lecture. sorry)

10. Where were you born? little town just outside of moscow, russia

11. What are your hobbies? reading, writing, hiking, foraging, gardening, doodling, clay, d&d

12. Do you have pets? i have one dog! currently trying to adopt her a friend, which is weirdly soo difficult in my state. long waitlist for dogs that fit my requirements (i want a smaller dog so it's easier to walk them together, it'll be hard with two big dogs).

here's my big baby at the vet looking forlorn:

13. How tall are you? 5'8

14. Favorite subject in school? english & bio

15. Dream job? currently studying to be a mental health counselor! gonna do narrative & creative arts therapy with kids, ideally

i also looked into being a librarian and i think that would have been delightful if there were more openings for it where i live

tagging!! (no pressure) @melestasflight @theghostinthemargins @oluka @starvels @rowantreeisme @cowboyhorsegirl @outofangband @sallysavestheday @ghosthan @searchingforserendipity25 @eilinelsghost & @mirkwood-hr-department & anyone else who'd like to do it!

#lena speaks

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ender-the-tired-artists · 1 year

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i draw just one expression on her

curie be upon ye from my doodles cause she was in the brain during lectures

#pokemon uranium #fanart #ender's art #pokemon #pokeuran #apocalypse curie #pokemon fangame #pokemon curie

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yukiwrites · 6 months

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Stubborness and Compliance

Thanks for the support, @roy622! I hope you like the sin~ Watch out for the spicy, ye who enters!

Summary: Ignatz transferred from the Golden Eagles to the Blue Lions, and he's been doing his best to fit in and be worthy of being taught by Byleth. Ingrid took notice of his hard work and sought to reward him...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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The days at the Officer’s Academy at Garreg Mach Monastery started early.

Students were expected to carry out extracurricular activities before and after class, though not many abided by them. Ignatz, however, was one of the few who always made sure to do his assignments — be it cleaning, kitchen duty, or even by simply helping others tidy up the communal rooms.

Not only was he a commoner at a prestigious school for nobles, he also had to carry the burden of his family’s expectations on his shoulders, so the young man strived to do all he could and more.

Doubly so after his transfer from the Golden Deer House to the Blue Lions. He wanted to show that he was good enough — or at least acceptable enough — to be under Byleth and among the Kingdom’s nobility.

Of course, there was also the need to be able to catch up to Ingrid, the beautiful and fierce apprentice knight of Faerghus. He wanted to better himself to be able to stand beside her proudly, or at least not to inconvenience her should their future paths intertwine the same way they had at the academy.

Looking at her and being with her was an inspiration, honestly.

The way her golden locks reflected the rays of sunlight during morning practice, or how the particles of dust glistened around her like a holy aura… How the green of her eyes sparkled hungrily when she saw a tasty treat, or how her round, rosy cheeks moved gleefully as she chewed on her food.

The way she thrusted her lance during training was both hot and frightening; the way she inhaled before making a throw and how she exhaled after successfully completing it made Ignatz’ hairs stand on end.

How her hot breath traveled down his neck—Ahem…

How her hot breath puffed with the effort it took for her to lift a heavy weight or maneuver a hard curve during horseback riding.

He was always looking at her and being inspired by her, both artistically, philosophically and emotionally. She was the model of the knight he was supposed to aspire to be, yet he couldn’t help but want to be caught under her shadow and portray all of her sides — the cute, the fierce, the lewd and even the bad. All of her curves; each and every strand of her hair, even the flickering of her eyelashes when they blinked while curiously looking at him.

From the tips of her fingers to the very last strand of hair — there was never a dull moment when Ignatz was looking at her or thinking about her.

Absent-mindedly, he doodled during class. It was hard to focus whenever Ingrid chose to sit beside him during lecture, so he simply stared at the blackboard as his hands moved to convey his innermost thoughts.

Little did he know, however, that those thoughts took harsher and harsher turns towards the gutter, and his pencil was well used to the curves of his knight-goddess’. If he focused enough, he could hear her controlled breathing even from a desk away; he could tell which of the pen strokes was hers even without looking.

Contrary to how she looked, she bore herself like a soldier, and her penmanship reflected that. It was rough and sometimes she tore the paper from writing with so much force; but even that looked striking to Ignatz’s eyes. That one time she ripped a hole through a brand new notebook and had to tearfully apologize to Byleth was engraved in Ignatz’s heart forever — as well as on his ‘secret stash’ of paintings.

Usually, anything he painted would be considered a ‘secret stash’, since he felt like his art held no real value to the onlooker, given that he was a self-taught commoner. However, whenever his classmates praised his paintings, he felt a twinge of pride swell in his chest.

Thus, he secretly enjoyed showing people his paintings, though would only do so if asked.

However, there were some paintings and sketches that would never see the light of the day — paintings that were buried deep within his drawer and locked under a tight key.

Those he drew of Ingrid’s most embarrassing moments piled up like mountains in there. There were also some more… raunchy ones he did in secret, so he would rather literally die than show anyone — especially Ingrid — any of those.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, he was doodling precisely one of such ‘secret stash’-able doodles during class, right beside Ingrid, as his thoughts went further and further down south.

Curious as was her nature, Ingrid tried to peek at what Ignatz protected under his elbow even though he seemed to be taking class so seriously, so she stretched her neck towards his desk to take a peek.

Ignatz noticed a movement with the corner of his eye and slowly turned his face towards it, still a bit too caught up in his own thoughts to process what was happening.

He saw Ingrid.

She was looking at his notebook. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks started to redden.

He looked down, following her gaze.

There was something drawn under his pencil.

A whole lot of somethings.

Suddenly and with the force and grace of a horse falling down a cliff, reality came down crashing on him.

“AAAAH!!” He shrieked, scrambling to hold his notebook, failing in a way that only a newborn fawn would be able to. He tipped over the inkpot, tripped on his own tangled feet and grandly fell down, almost overturning the heavy, oak-carved desk in his descent. “I!! I’m sorry!” He cried out.

“Oh, man!” Ingrid gasped in surprise, jumping out of her seat to help him up. “Are you alright? That was a pretty bad fall. Did you hit your head?”

The moment her hand touched him, Ignatz pulled back as if he had been burned. “I-I’m sorry! I’m alright. I’m sorry…” he bowed, disheveled and stained with ink, to Ingrid, but most of all to the rest of the class who watched the spectacle.

Dimitri got up from his seat ahead of them in worry. “Are you alright, Ignatz?” He asked courteously. “Forgive me for getting up so suddenly, Professor,” he turned to Byleth, “but could I be excused to take him to infirmary? If he hit his head…”

Byleth watched the exchange with her hands akimbo, but ultimately nodded in compliance. “Very well. Ignatz, try not to doodle in class next time.” She dismissed him with a handwave, but the young man was mortified.

He held onto the notebook for his dear life and, under his red mien, nodded and excused himself behind Dimitri.

“Ignatz…” Ingrid was left on the spot, with her hand still outstretched. She looked down to it, then remembered the doodles he had been doing moments before.

“Ingrid?” Byleth asked plainly, making the girl jump out of her skin in response. She was still just standing there.

“O-oh! Sorry, Professor. I’ll, uh, sit back down now.”

Byleth only nodded, then resumed class as usual. This time, however, it was Ingrid’s turn to be lost in thought as she observed their Professor throughout the lecture, instead of properly paying attention.

She looked at Byleth’s scars, muscles, and… womanly attributes, then gripped at her own feather pen so hard it broke.

Well, it was one of many she carried, anyway, so losing one or a dozen wasn’t a problem. Still, she couldn’t help but think about the drawing as she looked at Byleth.

She pursed her lips in a way Ignatz would have described as ‘wondrously adorable’, nodded to herself and puffed up her cheeks.

Dimitri had returned shortly after leaving, saying that Manuela wanted to keep Ignatz in for the rest of the day to observe his condition, so, after class, Ingrid helped clean and organize the mess Ignatz had made before he left, then took the remainder of his things to the infirmary.

She thought about many things to say when they met, but the moment she saw him woefully sit on the infirmary bed with his head resting on the window, the words left her throat.

Instead, she stomped towards him — how dare he look so innocent and victimized when he was the one drawing those… those things! — and threw his bag beside him, before sitting at a nearby stool.

“I-Ingrid!” He almost jumped out of the bed in surprise, but she simply crossed her arms and legs and pouted, turning her head away from him. “I, um, thanks for bringing my stuff, um… I’m… sorry…”

“Oh yeah? Sorry for what? Drawing in class?” She said harshly, regretting it immediately, but also patting herself on the back. He was the one in the wrong, not her. She turned to him, her glistening green eyes reflecting the orange rays of the sunset in a way that made even the apology ready under Ignatz tongue to fall flat on the floor.

It was because of that striking beauty that he…!

Seeing his lack of response, Ingrid pressed her lips into a thin line, then puffed her cheeks. “Humph. I guess it’s natural, after all. The Professor is sooo well-endowed, it’s no wonder you’d draw her with such tight clothing and… such big… big…” She looked down at her chest, bit her lower lip then looked back up. “I am not sorry that my boobs aren’t that big, okay?! I was born like this and—”

“Wait— waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait, what?!” Ignatz waved both hands in front of his face. “Slow down! Your chest is perfect the way it is! It’s round and it fits in my hand and it’s lovely, and it has such an endearing shape and the color is also perfect in a way that makes me want to nibble at it and—”

Ingrid’s face turned into a darker shade of red the more he went on, culminating on her hiding under both hands. “What?! S-stop! What’re you talking about so loudly?!” She shut him up with one hand. “No matter how alone we are here, it doesn’t mean you can just blabber all that—” She stuttered, mortified.

“B-but,” his voice sounded muffled under her hand before he pulled it out of his lips. “But I wasn’t lying! And— And I don’t understand what you mean about the Professor… I wasn’t drawing her. It was… um… it was you,” he confessed, embarrassed to hell and back, but unwavering in his gaze towards her if only it meant that the misunderstanding would dissipate. “I would never draw another woman like that if it’s not you… Also, I may or may not have done that unconsciously…” He whispered the last part to himself, so mortified he wanted to find a hole to crawl himself in.

“Oh.”

Ingrid froze in place, her hand midway between him and her.

“Oh…” She cleared her throat. “I see, ahem,” she tried to compose herself. “So it was me. Okay. Okay, yes… okay. I see. Okay.”

“Um… Are you mad? I’m sorry—” he tried to pull her hand back to intertwine their fingers, but she pulled away, getting up from her seat.

“No, it’s fine. It’s fine, really.” She paced back and forth beside the bed. “Have I told you how proud I’ve been of you lately, Ignatz? You’ve been doing so much for the Blue Lions! Don’t let today’s blunder in class keep you up at night, okay? You’re doing great.”

“Um… Thanks…?” Jarred by her sudden change in demeanor, Ignatz couldn’t do anything but nod in response.

“So, I’ll see you later, okay?” She turned around, took her bag and meant to leave. “Remember that room at the eastern tower? Same time, tomorrow?” She smiled before leaving without waiting for a response.

“Uh, sure—”

Before he could even finish the sentence, she popped back, said, “remember to bring your art supplies! I wanna see you paint the night sky,” and left.

“Oh…kay?”

Confused, scared and appalled at the same time, Ignatz could only concur in bewilderment.

The eastern tower housed many unused rooms. Some were used as storage while others seemed to have been old classrooms left to the elements — it was the perfect place to meet without attracting anyone’s attention.

After all, going into each other’s rooms was too risky given the tight security Seteth and Byleth ran around the dormitories at night.

The view was also spectacular.

Actually, Ignatz had been the first to find that place during his first month at the Academy as he ran an errand or the other. Lost around the labyrinthine corridors of the ancient Monastery, Ignatz found himself at an abandoned classroom a few stories from the top of the tower, whence one could see the entire Monastery and beyond.

The surrounding forests, mountains, and even the village down by the road on a particularly sunny day. He started coming up there to paint the scenery or to simply observe the beauty of nature, outside of anyone’s expectations or demands of him.

Ingrid saw him coming down from the tower by accident one day, and that was the catalyst for the place to go from being his spot, to being their spot. One day, she even flew her pegasus as high as the window only to call him to come back down to train with everyone else — thankfully no one noticed what she was doing up in the sky, so the secret was still kept between them, but truly it was a place filled with memories of them.

Ignatz arrived at nightfall, placing his canvas by the window and scattering his pencils, paints and other supplies by the desk beside it.

With only the moon as his witness, Ignatz dipped his brush in dark colors to portray the Monastery at night. He worked in silence, with only the wind as his company, until he heard careful steps approaching.

He didn’t even need to turn to the door to know who it was. The steps of which he could not take his eyes off. A smile bloomed on his lips as the steps approached, and he turned his gaze from the painting to the woman as she approached.

The brush fell on the floor, along with his jaw.

His throat was too dry to form words, so he gulped loudly as Ingrid approached in all of her beauty, and sat by the windowsill beside him.

She wore a strapless crop top with a deep cleavage, the only thing keeping… all of that… bound together being a meager string that could snap if Ingrid so chose. Not to mention the tightly worn black pants that seemed to hug every part of her curves from the waist down, leaving nothing — absolutely nothing — to the imagination.

The wind blew as if bewitched by her entrance, disheveling her hair and making her place a few strands behind her ear.

Their eyes met.

Ignatz held his breath as if he was a sinner caught red-handed by those graceful, somehow scornful and icy green eyes. He opened his mouth, trying to make a sound — any sound — but, like the wind, he was bewitched by her beauty.

Ingrid smiled, the flush on her cheeks almost imperceptible under the darkness of the night, though even the moon paled under the light she seemed to exude from within. “What are you doing?” She asked in a whisper, her voice carrying over with an intoxicating rhythm. “Paint.”

Ignatz blinked. “Eh?” He finally managed to conjure up a sound, though how that sounded and how he thought it sounded were two completely different things.

“Weren’t you so busy thinking about this that you drew it during class? The real thing is here now, so… paint.” She crossed her legs, the tight pants squeaking in a way that made Ignatz’s hair stand on end just by thinking of everything that was concealed under that…

“I… um… I…” he stuttered, his hand shaking.

“Here you go,” she leaned towards him, her hair cascading down on his face as she picked up a pencil from the table. “Draw.”

He reached a shaky hand to pick up the pencil, trembling even as he changed the page of his notebook for a fresh one.

Her beauty was striking, but her fierceness and the coldness of her gaze kept him on his toes.

As the pencil touched the paper, it scratched the surface uncomfortably under his quivery grip. The silence of his uneven breath and Ingrid’s occasional chuckles were only broken by the bewitched wind that made sure to dance in Ingrid’s golden locks, making her seem more angelical by the minute.

It was as if the whole room was only her. Her presence alone filled the floor, making all of Ignatz’s senses scream towards her. The longer he tried to sketch, the messier it became.

There was no way to encompass all of her beauty while all hot and bothered like that. Yet, he couldn’t deny her. He had to draw.

“You’re shaking so much,” she chuckled, and he jumped.

Tearing his gaze from the sketch to the knight-goddess in front of him, Ignatz gulped loudly. “Ingrid…”

“Over here, too… you’re shaking.” She reached her foot towards his crotch, touching the liveliness under his pants.

“Um— This…!” he squeaked, flinching as her foot fiddled with his manhood.

“Go on. Paint…” she whispered, flowing down from the windowsill so gracefully Ignatz could barely understand. She sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “The base pose is done, so I can move now, right?” she reached for his pants with her delicate yet rough hand.

“I— y-yes, you can…” he shivered under her touch, forcing himself to lift his pencil again.

Slowly, so painfully slowly, did she reach under the cloth to touch his skin directly, making him flinch and let out a stifled moan.

“Shh, shh… keep going,” she ‘encouraged’, though it felt more like ‘torture’ to him. She slid down her calloused hand up and down his shaft, her breath tickling his neck as she pressed her chest against his non-dominant arm.

The sketch seemed messier than before, but if he stopped moving his pencil, she would stop moving her hand as well. The more he drew, the more she stroked him.

“I-Ingrid, ah…” he closed one eye as his body turned hotter by the second, especially more so as her own patience seemed to be running thin from doing things so slowly.

“You’re doing great,” she glanced at the base colors he hastily put down. “You won’t show this to anyone, right?”

“O-of course…! Ever…” he gulped, his chest going up and down so fast his vision was blurry.

Ingrid stroked him faster, but it was a puff of her hot breath on his neck that shocked his body into a hasty climax.

“Ah… hahh…” he panted, embarrassed, as his head hung back under the post-orgasmic fog, and squeezed his eyes shut.

“That was fast,” Ingrid giggled, looking down at her stained hand, filled with his semen. Ignatz shot his eyes open to rebuke her, but was met by her licking her own fingers clean instead, which made him lose his words again.

“This, um… Ingrid…” he could barely form a coherent string of thought, let alone a normal-sounding sentence. Still, his body couldn’t lie.

“It’s up again,” she widened her eyes in surprise, reaching down for his manhood once more.

Sensitive after the climax, Ignatz flinched, closing one eye in response. “C-careful…”

“Of course,” she leaned her cheek on his. “But you’ve stopped painting… What should I do? I thought you wanted to portray all of this.”

“I— I do, I…” he gulped, “p-please don’t tease me so much…” he begged, already unable to lift his brush.

“You started it,” she turned her head to place a kiss on his lips, gripping at his erection a bit before letting go. “It’s starting to take shape, come on.” She stroked it up, then pressed down on his glans, as if preventing him from coming again.

Hardening his jaw, using every ounce of willpower left in his body, Ignatz lifted his brush again, but the colors were coming out all smudged and shapeless. Yet, the more paint he added, the more his brush moved, the harder and faster Ingrid stroked him.

She was rewarding him for his good work, and punishing him for not doing it.

It was such a delicious ‘carrot and stick’ approach; so much so that even though he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and enjoy being with her, he couldn’t help but get more excited even though the canvas looked nothing like he would have ever drawn, in the past or in the future.

His breath accelerated with her movements, and she started nibbling his neck and licking his jawline in anticipation. Soon, she stopped telling him to paint, but paint he did, obediently so, until another wave of heat spread throughout his body, building up into his crotch.

Under stifled moans, his climax shot straight onto the canvas, smearing it right where Ingrid’s legs were supposed to be.

Ignatz’ body deflated on the chair, the brush falling helplessly on the floor as he struggled to remember how to breathe.

“Hmm, that gave me an idea,” she looked at the smudge — rather, the painting — and got up.

“I-Ingrid…?” Incoherent, Ignatz tried to focus on her as her warmth disappeared from his side.

“Why don’t we reenact this?” She slowly pulled down her pants, revealing the soft, malleable bottom and legs underneath. “Right here,” she smeared her thigh gap with his semen, inviting him over. “Don’t you want to?”

Ignatz stood at attention right away, jumping out of his seat like a starving man being presented to a royal banquet. “Y-yes!”

“Come on,” she tilted her waist up, leaning on the desk with one hand as she spread her butt with the other. “Before I change my mind,” she panted, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

“Yes…!” Up and ready for more, pulsating and sensitive from the continuous orgasms, Ignatz slid his dick into her thigh gap, flinching in surprise once she tightened the way in. “A-ah… Ingrid, if you do that…”

“Work for it, lover boy.” She licked her lips, rolling her eyes in pleasure as his glans slid right through her clit. She hardened her body and tightened her legs as he pressed back and forth, stifling moans so as not to lose to him.

He moved slowly at first, trying to get used to the resistance, but soon her own body got wet, easing his passage and enhancing her pleasure. She gripped at the desk for support as he held her hips with a force his thin arms were not supposed to achieve.

He wanted to sweep down her neck and leave all sorts of marks, but he wasn’t worthy of leaving blemishes on her perfect skin. There was only the praise for him — the praise of her beauty, of her softness and of her stubbornness.

The praise of her flushed cheeks and red skin — her exposed shoulders, neckline and buttcheeks were all red from their combined lovemaking, even though there hadn’t been any penetration.

He could see her biting her lips and rolling her eyes in pleasure, and how she dug her nails on the hardwood, trying to keep her cool through the pleasure.

Even on the smudged painting they discarded to enjoy each other, she looked down at him in a way that only she could, that he would allow only her to. Seeing her — even a painted version of her — smeared with his own seeds brought Ignatz a manly, filthy sense of pride.

As she licked his fluids and smeared them through her body, she was marking herself as his, and he was marking himself as hers.

Even though his movements and actions were clumsy, they were making her, his knight-goddess, struggle to keep her composure under all the pleasure.

He moved quickly, thrusting so fast she started to lose the strength in her legs as her body grew hotter and hotter.

From the tips of her toes to the deepest reaches of her body, she shook in pleasure. Unable to hold back her moans any longer, but still refusing to give in, Ingrid gasped for breath, letting out a low moan each time she opened her mouth.

“Even when you’re trying to hold back your voice, you’re lovely, Ingrid…” Ignatz praised, leaning down on her neck to kiss her ear.

“Hhmm…” Ingrid bemoaned, “keep trying… maybe you’ll, ah… do it right…” she bit her lips, then covered her mouth with one hand as a loud moan threatened to escape just as he hit the right spot over and over.

Over and over.

Without the resistance of her inner walls to stop him, Ignatz moved much faster between her thighs, making their bodies rock and their hearts melt.

Ingrid felt the climax converge in her womb first, spreading out slowly, then all at once around her body, making her stiffen all over in response. Ignatz came at the same time, shooting his semen on the desk in front of them, right by Ingrid’s hands.

Panting and unwilling to part with one another, they dissolved into each other’s warmth, as Ignatz leaned on Ingrid, and she on the desk. Their breaths in sync and their bodies still too hot for comfort, Ingrid moved her head back to him at the same time his lips came to claim hers.

Still in the rhythm, albeit slower, their heartbeats beat in sync, and they moved naturally.

They hastily pulled down the rest of Ingrid’s pants without ever leaving one another’s lips, and positioned themselves on top of the desk, besides the forgotten supplies and unfinished painting.

That was their spot, and, especially that night and for so many others later on, it was a place that belonged only to them.

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