#this fucking lyric though.. stunning.

[hypnos333]

Helloooo! I saw that your requests were open for Hazbin- how about a reader who's a seraphim? Kind of Lucifer's protégé/child way before the creation of Eden, Adam, and Lilith.

And he just kind of left them up there alone and neglected because of her association/kind of Dad!Lucifer. So, it's kind of angsty seeing as how Lucifer was a better Dad to Charlie and the reader grew with envy and fell into that ring along with her brother (I've been seeing hc/rumor a lot) Cain.

What would happen their first meeting again? If this is too much I don't really mind so no worries! Have a nice day and thanks for reading!!

A/N: I’m sorry but I go by biblical too so this might be different but same concept and storyish

Like father like daughter

Lucifer x daughter Reader

Synopsis: Your dad left you young now you left him

How it started

You are my Sunshine My only sunshine

You make me happy When skies are grey

Little you giggles at your father’s little song for you and only you. You were an angel whose mother was long gone leaving just you and your father. You made grabby hands towards him making his heart melt before lift you up.

“Boop” you cutely said as you boop his nose making him chuckle. “Boop” he said back making you giggle this time.

“Okay baby it’s time for me to go to work so Uncle Castiel is gonna watch you okay baby?” He asked you making you nod happily before rushing to your uncles arms.

You never knew that was the last time you would see him and with that you cried and cried for your dad until Sera and the other Angels showed you he forgot about you, he had a wife and daughter….

You watched as he singed the same lyrics he sang to you to her. You were only 5 and parentless watching your father abandon you but staying for another that his. That’s when you grew up odd with another angel. You were evil or as they say a bad apple.

You were Cain’s secret friend encouraging him to kill his brother Abel. That when you were sent down in hell where your dad is but you never cared to look for him finding some friends of your own.

You were older and more mature then her but she was the youngest, and you were the oldest. Does that mean you had to made the sacrifice to be left?

Even so it hurts and your growing hate towards your father and sister grew stronger by the centuries.

With Lucifer though he was trying everywhere to find you, You were no where to seen in heaven and no where on earth so you must be in hell. But even then he couldn’t find you.

You grew close to Cain when he came to hell after being full of pride and thinking he could live without God and with his punishment. You saw him as a brother the only family you considered. You were never gonna be ready to let your other family in your life and you meant that.

When you were both getting ice cream You heard something. “___!” you turned around to see lucifer huffing and puffing finally catching up to you.

“My Sunshine! Woah have you grown into a-” you punched him in the face. You the eldest of Lucifer punched him in the face and my god it felt great to do. Your unbelievable smile widen as you saw his pain. Call it fucked up as you will but you almost laugh on how pathetic he was and to believe you looked up you him.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that. I thought we both grew out of that nickname a long time ago” You mumbled before turning away from him having nothing else to say.

“___ I was trying to protect you! Don’t you understand I was going to come back for you. I-“COME BACK TO ME? NOW THATS BULLSHIT “DAD” BECAUSE SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR OTHER BORN WAS NOT LOOKING FOR ME” You interrupted him turning into your full demon form Lucifer looked at you in shocked and stunned.

“I was 5 waiting for my own father to come home” You stated calmly as Lucifer looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“Please give me another chance, I love you too much to let you go” He pleaded taking you hand but you yanked it straight away.

“You gonna know how it feels to let go of the person you” You growled before walking away from him.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please…. Don’t take my sunshine away” He prayed as tears slipped down his eyes reaching out to you knowing your already far from him. knowing he lost his firstborn hurt

“Daddy! teach me how to dance!” A little you say as Lucifer looked up as a little you held your hand towards him he tried to reached but then you just faded. That little girl was long gone the moment he didn’t take you with him.

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x you

[flamingpudding]

The Ghost King is my Uncle Drabbles #2

A/N: Some more linked to a prompt week writing I did

>>Masterpost

Original this builds on: Link

Rowdy Cousin

Batman swore internally, from the outside he stoically sat in his chair and did nothing to indicate the absolute chaos that was going on in his mind. The Meeting rooms light flickered and the speakers once more started up loudly blaring a song all over the Watchtower. He was pretty sure one of his sons had told him once that playing that song was a meme.

"Someone do something about that kid! He is Rickrolling us!" Green Lantern screamed above the music.

"Constantine is already trying to do something." Superman's hands covering his sensitive ears as the music must sound to him even louder.

Batman very much only looped one thought in his head. -It's only for world ending purpose, I cannot use it right now.-

He had a responsibility to uphold, he was the patriarch of the earth branch family. This was not something that required him to use that. No he would not use it. He refused. This was not a world ending matter. Surely Constantine or anyone else of the Justice League Dark would solve this problem any second now.

The screens flicker and Batman did anything he could in his mind to not let his eye twitch even if no one would be able to see it. Cat videos were playing where second earlier statistics and observatory programs had been running.

No he would not, they could handle this problem no need to involve family.

The music stopped and some of his hero colleagues let out a relieved sigh only for a familiar laugh to echo through the watchtower and a new song starting to play. One that apparently counts all 100 dumb ways to die.

"Why is Klarion even targeting the watchtower like this?!" The Flash shouted over the lyrics before turning to him.

"Did one of your kids piss him off or something?!"

"No." At least not as far as he knew, though considering the recent discovery as well as the surprise visits his uncle had done lately he might have a guess why the witch boy was targeting them right now. Didn't mean he would elaborate this reason to the other heroes present.

Before Wonder Woman could comment John Constantine stormed in the room and slammed his hands down onto the table staring right at Batman with blood shot eyes. "Call him."

"Who?"

"Don't play fucking dumb bats. You know who I mean. This is not the witch brat alone. There is another entity and if you don't want the fucking watchtower crashing into earth you call him right now."

"Bats, he is not talking about who I think he is?" Superman carefully asked while the other heroes looked at him just as questionable.

He held his staring contest with Constantine a little longer before he grunted and reached into his utility belt pulling out a small bat-shaped pendant. A personalized upgraded calling card, his uncle had gifted to him as well as each of his children and extended family members.

This was not how he imagined a meeting in regards to his new discoveries and a possible sure fire contingency plan against world ending emergencies would go. He rubbed his thumb against the engraving waiting for a short moment for it to pulse, before tapping the pendant three times, paused and tapped it two more times. This was a non-emergency call, even if his colleagues might disagree.

He still thought they could very well handle this situation without the help of his uncle.

"BABY BAT, YOU CALLED THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU DID!"

The present heroes watched in stunned fashion how a white haired, 20 years old man stepped out of a green portal and instantly zoomed across the room to hug THE Batman around his head rubbing his cheek against the bat's cowl mindful of the pointy parts.

And Batman was letting the man do that only looking resigned.

"We agreed that I would only call on you with this pendant for emergencies."

The white haired man only hummed before his head turned sharply and green glowing eyes narrowed at Constantine, who visibly paled and took a step back standing straight and looking very much like he regretted what he had asked Batman to do. "Trading game is not being rude to you is he?"

The bat only grunted and the white haired man finally let go of him, humming as he took in his surroundings, eyes glinting in mischievously as he saw the flickering lights, animal videos on screen and heard the blaring music over the speaker. "When I okey-ed Klarion to go playing with his cousins I didn't think he would seek you two out. He had been talking about his older cousins starting another game of 'who's the better demon lord' in different dimensions. I thought he was joining their bet."

Wait did he say two? Batman grunted and the white haired guy chuckled. "I will be back in a second."

Not even the Flash could react as fast as the white haired man disappeared and reappeared with Klarion next to him. Clearly pulling on the witch boy's ear like a father would when their child had been naughty. The flickering lights and blaring of music over the speakers had stopped.

"Ow DAD what in the name of chaos are you doing here."

"Your Cousin called me. You are disturbing his work and risking them crashing into earth with Technus' help."

"YOU SNITCHED TO MY DAD?!"

"Hn."

"Technus get out of their network or I will lock you up on a Medieval Island for three decades."

As if the present heroes weren't confused enough a face appeared on one of the screens. Glaring at the white haired man. "You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, if you stay in there any longer. I will also dig out the old thermos and soup you additionally for a decade or more."

The face on screen grumbled and the heroes nearly flinched back as a ghostly, green skinned man came out of it, looking every bit frustrated and annoyed. "I was just getting a good look at this modern technology, you have banned me from any big shot Industries…"

"We had that discussion 100 years ago, Technus. Back to the Ghost Zone." The white haired man commanded by opening a portal next to them with the wave of his hand and surprisingly, the green skinned guy listened.

"Sorry about this Baby Bat and Little Demi. Klarion will be grounded for a bit and re-educated in how to bond without risking potentially killing any bystanders. Oh and remember I will come by later for Baby Ghost to get his checkup with Frostbite!"

"Dad, please no grounding! Anything but that!"

"I am sure your Grandpa will be happy to have your help during your grounding."

"Dad! NO! I don't want to keep time in order! I live for chaos not order!"

The man was just smiling and completely ignoring Klarion's complains as he turned towards Batman and Wonder Woman, for reasons the hero's didn't understand.

"Well we will be on our way then Baby Bat, Little Demi!"

Batman grunted and the white haired man chuckled, leaving through the portal and dragging along a whining Klarion, who apparently was that man's son.

Just before the portal closed, the man stuck his head back out looking towards Wonder Woman with a mischievous smile. "Oh before I forget! Pops Clockwork sents his regards Little Demi . He doesn't want me saying this, but he is glad about the path you choose. Says you're set on a pretty good timeline!"

The head disappeared into the portal again and it finally closed. Wonder Woman was left blinking at the empty space, her mouth slightly open with the silent question of "What?"

"Bats, who was that?" The Flash was the first to break the silence that had followed as eyes turned to the dark knight.

"His Uncle." / "The Ghost King."

Superman and Constantine spoke at the same time. The JLD member flinched back as he looked at the glowering bat. Muttering something the man took his leave or rather escaped the room as quickly as possible as Batman kept glaring. Meanwhile Wonder Woman was slowly having a crisis of her own as suddenly family relations that had been hinted to her through Pandora made sense. "Clockwork... no, Titan Cronus? The Ghost King... Uncle Daniel?"

Chaos broke among the present heroes.

"WHAT UNCLE?!"

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #fanfic #crossover #batman #klarion #superman #wonder wonder #clockwork #john constantine #dpxdc #dcxdp #Ghost Uncle Danny #Klarion is messing with his cousins #Wonder Woman is part of the family #Klarion is Rickrolling the Watchtower #crackish #no beta wie die like danny #drabble #oh and Technus is there too

[minhosimthings]

D!ck

Symphony Smut Series Day 3: Doja Cat and Starbo3's D!ck

Lyric: She actin like an addict

Pairings: Husband!Sunoo × fem!wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, pheromone usage, p in v, oral (f receiving), dom!Sunoo, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, spitting, sort of a breeding kink, brat reader, swearing, french kisses

A/N: and day 3 has come! I loved writing for Sunoo, cause I've never written for him before and also CAUSE HE'S MY AGE YAAAS. So have some pheromones even though Sunoo doest need those for me to cling onto him

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Buisness trips. So boring weren't they? For the wife of a man who was constantly on them, it was even more so.

"Sunoo another party today?" You're sighed, falling back on the bed as your husband laughed and adjusted his tie in the mirror.

"Im sorry darling, but I've got to attend." Sunoo fixed his hair, carefully combing down a cowlick, "Would you like to come too? You know that blue dress has been laying idle in your cupboard for a long time."

"It's turquoise, Sun." You grumbled, getting up and giving a quick kiss to your husband, before fumbling with his tie, "I'll wear it, only if you agree to give me what I want tonight."

Sunoo chuckled and leaned closer, basically pinning you against the wall, before going in for a deep kiss. His tongue collided with yours painfully, giving you the taste of something you've been wanting to devour for weeks.

"Ngh- Sun" you wanted him to eat you out right there and then.

"Tch tch impatient aren't you?" Sunoo chuckled. You could feel his erection press against your sweatpants, rubbing arousal into you.

"Tonight sunshine." Sunoo caressed your cheek, "I promise. Tonight after the party. Get all pretty for me alright?"

The night was coming too slow for you. All throughout the day, you did nothing but laze around, annoy the cook into teaching you how to make lasagna, failing at making said lasagna, and then speed running a Pokemon game.

But the real treasure of the day were the few minutes before you were getting ready.

Patting down the creases of your perfectly ironed dress, you admired yourself in the mirror, doing a little spin for yourself, and watching as the fabric perfectly spun like a Disney scene. The pearls on your neck stood out too, with their gliterry sheen and the gold embossments.

Reaching into your perfume drawer, you spotted a green coloured tube, which was labelled 'Oil perfume'.

You chuckled at that. Oil perfume, your ass. That, you were certain, was the 'special' perfume Sunoo has gotten you from Italy.

Chuckling like a villain to yourself, you took the greasy substance from the tube and applied it to your neck and wrists, where you knew Sunoo would kiss you, inhaling the intoxicating perfumes of the pheromone, and maybe he'd give you your cake earlier than before.

"Darling, you look stunning." Sunoo greeted you, as you stepped out of your room into the hallway.

"Thank you Sun." You giggled, promptly lifting your wrists up for Sunoo to kiss.

"Nice perfume." Sunoo kissed your wrists more harshly than he usually did.

"Fuck you smell so good."

You had no time to think about anything, as the next second, you were against the wall with Sunoo an inch from your face.

Your tongue danced with his in what seemed to a synchronized tango, the two of you treating each other with as much love and affection that your bodies could exude at the moment. His hands toyed with the hem of your dress, his fingers drawing small circles on your thigh. You brought your hands up to his face when you two pulled away from the kiss, pressing your lips against the tip of his nose. His lips connected themselves to your mouth once more, a smile on his face as he did.

He led you to the top of the bed, laying you down slowly as his body hovered on top of yours. He took a moment to take you in, how the light coming from the curtains accentuated your every feature. He leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your forehead and moving on to your cheeks. "You’re so breathtaking baby." he whispered, his mouth coming to yours as he kissed you with such an intensity you'd never faced before.

He undid your dress after you gave him a curt nod, tossing it off to the side. He pressed his lips to the side of your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on the surface. You moved your neck to give him more access, offering what you could of your body so he could take. his hand moved downward, cupping your breast in his grasp. His fingers rolled around the nipples, pinching and tugging them the way that would have them hardening underneath his grasp. He bit down on your neck, his tongue running over the affected skin to soothe the sting a bit. His mouth moved down to your other breast, engulfing it and treating it the same as the other one.

You brought your hand down to his hair, grasping at the strands as his teeth gently tugged on your nipples. The buds started to erect with every swipe and lick that he took at them, his eyes locking on yours with every movement that he took. Your mouth slightly parted, your breathing starting to grow a little heavier as he stimulated your nipples. He pulled away, leaving a small kiss on the top of your breasts before pressing his lips against your stomach. He trailed kisses all the way down to your cunt, stopping where he knew that you needed him most. His lips moved to your inner thighs, pressing kisses against the delicate flesh. He bit into your right thigh, his fangs leaving their indenture when he pulled away from you.

His mouth eventually did make itself to your cunt, his tongue swiping across your folds to collect the slick that had accumulated. You closed your thighs around his head instinctively, watching as he looked up at you while licking a stripe up your pussy. "Always did taste so good for me, could spend hours buried in this pussy," he spoke up, his tongue going inside your hole after he finished with what he had to say. Your hands made their way to his hair, your fingers gently stroking his hair as he started to push his tongue in and out of you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when your slick coated his tongue, often taking more pleasure in this than you. "Oh fuck, right there," you moaned out, your voice sounding needy as you felt his tongue hit that one spot inside of you.

He moaned, feeling your body shudder beneath him, your muscles clenching tight around his mouth. He moved faster, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed his tongue deeper, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and raspy.

You were right at that moment, feeling your belly pressurize as Sunoo moved like a maniac around your clit. But-

"Oh fuck this." Sunoo spat at your pussy, "I need you inside me."

Your eyes are fixated on his cock that yearns to be inside of your warmth. He pumps his length a few times, drops of precumming spilling out of his sensitive tip as he slowly lines himself up with your drooling entrance. You mewl out lewdly as he pushes himself in, filling you up completely and your palms fly up to his shoulders for purchase. 

You're thankful he prepped you a little bit earlier otherwise you're not so sure if you could take him in one go like this. after a few heartbeats, he rolls his hips slightly, his pelvis rubbing against your puffy clit and you moan softly. 

He picks up the tempo, his thrusts now faster and harder as the room echoes with the sounds of your pleasure and the bed creaking. his strong arms move your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, making the position more intimate but most importantly, making it easier for him to go deeper.

Sunoo's nostrils are flared, taking in the sweet poison of your perfume. He didn't know what was making him act like this, but he loved it.

The kiss on your neck was gentle and innocent compared to the sinful actions being committed with each of his powerful thrusts. With every single drag of your tight cunt against his dick, constantly clenching around him deliberately which forced out a long string of groans as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He dotes on the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name in a choked whisper, your nails clawing down his back. Your cunt pulsing around his cock. Your juices spilling from your hole as he thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow.

"Fuck Sunoo!" you cry as you cream around his cock, cunt tensing around him which pushes him over the edge too. He lets out a broken moan as his warmth fills you up. he stays inside of you for a few moments, not wanting his cum to go to waste. 

"So I guess we'll be skipping the party today?" You look at your husband cheekily.

Sunoo glared at you and gripped your waist more tightly.

"You used that perfume didn't you?" He poked his cheek with his tongue, "Didn't know you were such an impatient slut for me."

"Don't worry darling.

I've not even started yet."

#sunoo #kim sunoo #enha #enhypen #enha smut #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen smut reactions #enhypen smut #sunoo scenarios #sunoo smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #sunoo hard thoughts #sunoo hard hours #sunoo × reader #sunoo smut drabble #sunoo smut fics #enhypen smut drabble #enhypen smut fics #smut #enhypen × reader #enha × reader #cool bye now

[alornights]

⟢ habits

➜ in which ! they pick up your habits.

💌 ﹫i. midoriya, s. todoroki, k. bakguou, h. sero n. monoma, y. shindo, h shinso.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — my first ever tumblr post. woah.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IZUKU MIDORIYA — walking around in circles while listening to music.

found you in your dorm walking in circles with headphones in, eyes staring off into space, and your arms moving every so often.

he doesn't know what to think at first so he leaves you alone (he takes a video though for blackmail.)

next day he enters your dorm your doing it again right after an hour-long training session. and all he could think was 'what the fuck' and proceeds to start giggling like a madman.

after lots of laughs on one end and fake crying on the other, he finds out that you think better when walking around, and pair that with music, you're unstoppable.

after this you freely do this in his company and tbh, he finds it both hilarious but adorable especially with your hand movements.

he decided to try out for funsies and the amount of things that were solved and created in that hour of him walking around with music is unbelievable. so he continues.

and before he knew it, he was walking around the entire dorm for an hour straight listening to music while imagining himself in a multitude of scenarios that he'd never tell a soul.

has also embarrassed himself doing that. now he has to do multiple people favors so that shit isn't leaked.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SHOUTO TODOROKI — using hands to speak

when he first started talking to you he was overwhelmed whenever you talked because of your hand motions.

but as time when on he found it pretty cool because it just emphasized how you felt, and he liked that.

for example, the day you were ranting to him about some girl who bitched about you being fake and your hands were everywhere demonstrating how you could beat her up.

or when you're singing and would make all sorts of gestures that match the lyrics (he especially liked it when it was towards him)

he realizes that this could maybe help him express his emotions i little more after he had picked up your habit randomly one day.

used it on endeavor, the man was so confused and he was more focused on the hand motions than what the poor boy was saying.

also started using it around his friends, which went as well as it could've. because apparently, they had been using it a bit. he finally understands what they're trying to say now.

now you two have such fun ranting about things.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KATSUKI BAKUGOU — blankly staring at people.

i mean, it's not like he didn't do this already. but it intensified after getting with you and spending way to much time with you.

whenever someone said something that made you cringe, angry, or stunned, you would slowly turn to them with the blankest stare ever, unable to form any words.

it happened to him and he was so uncomfortable.

but when it happened to others it was the funniest thing to him.

would purposely make people say dumb shit and DO dumb shit just to see you stare and your victim's reactions.

and as time went on, he unconsciously started picking it up.

you thought people were uncomfortable or scared when you did it? now imagine you AND bakugou doing it together.

he doesn't know when or how he picked it up, all he knows is that he loves using it.

midoriya starts going on a rant about heroes? he shuts up the minute bakugou starts turning his head. denki is about to say yet another dumb thing? halfway he stops knowing the look he's gonna get.

he knows better to do it to you though. tried to doing a stare off but felt even more uncomfortable that before he got the habit.

he thanks you every day for making it one of his habits.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HANTA SERO — dancing to songs but the dance is from another song.

started when you were in his dorm and he was playing beyonce and out of nowhere you start doing the "tell me" dance. and it kept going. for every song. the same part of the dance on repeat.

it happens again during class when the class was practicing their dance skills for the festival and you just started doing a tiktok dance that somehow fits way too well with the song.

when asked all you could answer was "the beat matches."

so every time he watches you dance he somehow manages to remember the steps and unconsciously started doing the same thing as you.

got called out by his friends for doing a random kpop dance to a pitbull song when they were just hanging out.

he wants to cry and you cheer.

but he continues doing it anyways because its fun.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NEITO MONOMA — cheeking food before eating it.

whether you're a picky eater or have allergies or just don't like certain foods, you decide to check your food always.

and monoma found that weird but interesting.

started checking your food for you whenever you couldn't and unconsciously checking his own food for both things he didn't like and things you didn't like.

was totally oblivious to this until his friends got annoyed every time he wanted to eat something of theirs.

hates but loves you for this now.

actually saved him one time at a restaurant where he checked his food and found something he was allergic to.

he thanked you so much after that !

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ YO SHINDO — mumbling but making sure others hear.

when he first met you were mumbling a lot, and most of the time you weren't even trying to hide what you were saying.

"if you couldn't get into yuuei and had to go to a no-name hero school, no room to speak. at all."

everyone around wanted to beat the shit out of you, but shindo, he found it so funny that he started laughing like a maniac.

he found you so funny that he actively sought you out afterward and started hanging out with you. yes because your funny, but mostly to see people's reactions to your mumblings

especially loves it when you shit-talk people right to their face.

he's so very conscious that he picked up your habit and takes it with glee now that he can piss people off in a funnier way.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HITOSHI SHINSO — playing with hands.

the day after you two became friends you randomly grabbed his hands and started playing with it and cracking his knuckles.

bro was star struck, never having been one to be affectionate.

was kind of uncomfortable with it at first but didn't really say anything because he didn't really care.

but then he started enjoying the way you played with his hands and then actively started playing with your hands.

then drawing on your hand, waving your hand around, using your fingers to type on his phone, almost bit your finger once...

he got so used to it that he forgets he's in public / in front of friends and will do whatever with your hands because he's bored.

almost did it to one of his classmates and he wanted to die.

hates you for that, but loves you for introducing it to him.

#bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #hanta sero x reader #neito monoma x reader #yo shindo x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader

[winterrrnight]

12 with rafe I'm begging 😔😔

you ask and I shall deliver 🫡 I hope you like this nada <3 do let me know your views on this! 🩷

especially you

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: there are some things Rafe will do especially just for you.

WARNINGS: established relationship, very much hates everyone but you, the reader is a perfectionist - in constant need of academic validation (it is me guys 😓), fluff, usage of nicknames like babe, baby, sweetheart, minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this is kind of self indulgent 😀 need me a man who does this for me 😭😭 anyways, yes yes we are kickstarting the fics for the 600 celly! If you were there for my 300 celly, I know how late I got with those requests and I am so sorry about that 🥲 I promise I will try my best to not let that happen this time 🥲

please reblog if you liked reading this! feedback is always appreciated ⛲

a lil note: the song below is used just as the title, and its lyrics aren't used as an inspiration.

PROMPT REQUESTED: “C’mere. Sit down. Tell me what’s going on.”

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You sigh as you shut your laptop close, maybe a little too aggressively for your liking, but honestly, you couldn’t care less. You slump your head on the kitchen island in your arms, a headache already starting to creep in your head.

It’s barely week three in your new semester and you’re already piled upon with readings over readings, essays over essays, assignments over assignments, and you barely have any time with yourself or your boyfriend.

“What the actual fuck Kelce!” He groans. “Get your shit together man!” This is just the bare minimum of what he is actually saying. It doesn’t help your situation though, your headache only pulsating more harshly, making you groan in pain.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he’s sitting in the living room, headphones in as he almost yells into the microphone, as his thumbs run rapidly over the controls of the controller gripped tightly in his hands. Curse words followed by his friends’ names leave his lips, as his gaze is fixated on the screen in front of him.

You sigh as you look at him. He does not go to university because just as he graduated high school, his father passed his business onto him.

“No no no no no no!” He yells, “god what the fuck is wrong with you guys?”

His deep voice booms in your ear, and you squeeze your eyes shut, holding your head in your hands as you gently press your temples, but it does not work; Rafe’s voice level only increases with time, and it bothers you more and more.

“Rafe!” You yell out completely exasperated, from your place in the kitchen island. He doesn’t even look at you, and you realize you weren’t loud enough for your voice to penetrate through his headphones.

You get up from your chair and saunter over to Rafe, gripping his headphones and yanking them off. “Shut up!” You snap, as you toss his headphones to the side and leave the living room, stomping off to your bedroom.

Rafe watches you go away, completely stunned. He takes a deep breath before picking up his headphones. “We’re pausing it for now, and no, I will not hear any shit from either of you,” He fumes in the microphone and shuts off the game before making his way to the bedroom. As he enters inside quietly, he sees you are standing in the balcony, leaning against the railing as you look out, a stressed look on your face.

“Babe,” he says softly as he steps out to the balcony, wrapping an arm around your waist. “What's wrong?”

“Nothin’,” you mutter under your breath, not tearing your eyes away from the sky stretched out in front of you to look at him.

When he detects your reluctance to talk, or to even lean into his touch, he lets out a sigh, his arm dropping back to his side as he sits down on one of the chairs in the balcony.

A few moments pass in utter silence, as all you both here is the sound of the birds chirping in the distance, cars rushing past the streets, and the soft breeze blowing against your skin.

Your back is towards him as he watches you stand next to the railing; he can tell you are completely tense from your stance, the way your shoulders aren’t relaxed, your jaw is clenched a bit, and you are gripping the railing a little too lightly.

“Baby…” he calls out softly, “C’mere. Sit down. Tell me what’s going on.” He says. He’s determined to not let you go unspoken this time, ready to even pull you into his arms if needed.

To his surprise, you don’t deny as you trod to the empty chair next to him and sit down. His arm instantly wraps around your shoulders and he pulls you in his side. He presses a long, yet soft kiss on your forehead, rubbing your arm in a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry if I was too loud baby,” he mumbles against your hairline, “I absolutely didn’t mean to bother you so much,”

You let out a deep exhale as you shake your head. “It’s okay Rafe, I was just… too tense already and that just put me over the edge, I guess,” you murmur softly.

“What’s been keeping you tense then hm?” He asks, pressing another kiss to your forehead, his feeble attempt to comfort you as much as he can.

“This semester’s already kicking my ass,” You sigh. “I already have a shit ton of work to do, and it’s just the third week? I spend all my day doing this shit and I still can’t catch up with it. I barely have time for myself or to spend with you,”

Rafe’s grip tightens a bit on you as he pulls you in closer to himself. “You know I would typically say that it doesn’t matter, don’t stress too much, don’t work so hard blah blah blah, but I know you well enough to know it doesn’t work on you,” he says and he sees a small smile form on your face. “No matter what I’ll say, you will work hard and put in 120% effort for something which doesn’t even count that much for your grade. And you know how much I appreciate that about you, you’re insanely hard working,” a small smile on his lips as his other hand holds onto yours.

“But you know what I can do?” He continues. “I can take great care of you. You don’t have to worry about your meals; I’ll take care of them. I’ll watch a movie, give you kisses and cuddles, or do anything you want when you take a break; which, by the way, I’ll make sure you take. Whenever I see the moment, I’ll take you out wherever you want to go. I don’t want you to take unnecessary stress of the new semester sweetheart, because I know you’ll make it through it okay? You 100% will, I know that.”

You turn to look at him, a softened look in your eye. All his words slowly sink in you, and you realize you don’t have to take as much pressure of the new semester as you were. You rest your head on his shoulder and softly nod. “Thank you Rafe…” you whisper.

“There’s nothing to thank me for you sweetheart, I am your boyfriend, this is the least I can do,” he smiles as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

You slowly feel your tensions melt away as you sit with Rafe on your balcony under the warm afternoon sun, your body muscles relaxing and the stress laying heavy on your mind gradually withering away.

This is one of the moments where you realize Rafe’s the one.

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[steddieasitgoes]

Eddie is a rockstar at the Grammys and Steve is a clueless seat filler who sits next to him.

Walking around campus, Robin stumbles across a flyer encouraging people to apply to be seat fillers for the award season set to begin in Los Angeles. Robin brings it home to Steve and the two jokingly apply. They think nothing of it until three weeks before the Grammy Awards when they are sent a long email full of rules and NDAs for them to sign. At this point Steve tries to back out but Robin won’t let him -- promising that it’ll be fun and if it’s not he can take her to a basketball game of his choosing and she won’t complain once. 

Fast-forward to the event and it’s not as glamorous as Robin was expecting. They’re not allowed to talk to any of the celebrities they sit next to and most of the time they’re standing out in the hall waiting for someone to leave their seat. 

It’s a whole lot of waiting until 1/3 of the way into the broadcast when the artists start getting antsy and begin to mingle at the lobby bar. Robin gets sent out on seat filler business first and get shuffled around a few times before she winds up in the back of the line of fillers in the hallway. When another seat is vacated, she pushes Steve to the front since he hasn’t seen any of the show yet -- too busy letting others go in front of him because they are all more excited than him. 

The coordinator escorts him to a row near the back of the celebrity section and instructs him to sit in the seat next to a gorgeous long-haired men with the most beautiful brown eyes Steve’s ever seen. The man in question smiles and nods his head in acknowledgment before turning back to the conversation he was having with his seat mate. 

Several minutes pass and Steve waits for the coordinator to come get him but no one does. During the next commercial break, the gorgeous man turns and starts chatting with him. Steve knows he’s not allowed to talk to the talent, but he doesn’t recognize the guy so he figures he must be another seat filler. The guy’s not dressed in a suit like the rest of the celebrities and he’s all the way in the back of the section so he figures he must not be someone important. They spend the next three commercial breaks mindlessly chatting about the acts and Steve learns this guy is really passionate about music. 

If he’s honest, he’s sort of smitten with this dude and he doesn’t even know his name. He tells himself at the next commercial break he’s going to ask what his name is and spends the next several minutes brainstorming how to casually bring it up. 

All of it is for not, though, because suddenly the Grammy Award for Best Metal Performance is being announced and there’s a camera next to Steve pointed directly on the beautiful man beside him. The nominees are read and the beautiful man smiles bashfully at the camera when “Chrissy Song” Lyrics by Eddie Munson, performed by Corroded Coffin is announced. And then he’s leaping to his feet when the song wins and Steve watches in stunned silence as the beautiful man (aka Eddie Munson) graciously pats him on the shoulder before scooting past him to accept his Grammy Award. 

Steve feels embarrassed and tries to run for the hills -- surely he should have known who this Eddie guy was and yet all of that disappears when Eddie makes some comment about this being the best night of his life -- not just because he won a fucking Grammy but also because his manager is MIA leaving him sitting next to the cutest seat filler of all time. 

(Robin shouts at Steve for three whole days when they get back to their apartment and they watch the recorded broadcast. The shouting stops on day four, but starts back up on day five when she receives an email from the coordinator asking for Steve’s contact information. 

Eddie calls him half an hour later.) 

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[finelinevogue]

winter wonderland

summary - some fans spot you and harry at winter wonderland

word count - ~700

pairing - youtuber!reader x harry

Josie came back to the table her friends were at, with drinks in hand, just as the music changed to an Bublé song.

Josie’s friends, Paula and Rina, stood up at the table and started dancing like girls do - swaying their hips and hands in the air. They all screamed with excitement when Josie handed them their drinks.

It was Winter Wonderland in London and it was a great time to get drunk with your friends and sing lots of Christmassy songs.

“Baby please come hooome…” They all sung the lyrics very loudly.

They were having such a good time and they thought nothing could top this evening.

Until Josie spotted them.

“There’s a big group of people walking out of the VIP section.” Josie said to her friends, who were sat with their backs facing the VIP area.

Josie sipped her drink and pretended not to notice the group passing by, when in reality she was studying each person.

“Holy fuck…” Josie swore.

“What?” Rina said.

“That’s Harry Styles.” Josie gasped. “Oh my God and Y/N too!”

“No way.”

Both Rina and Paula turned, not caring if they drew attention to themselves. They aren’t missing the opportunity to see Harry and Y/N out together. It was such a rare sighting.

Sure enough, it was them.

Harry was in a yellow North Face jacket - one that he’d been sighted in before - with what looked to be black trousers and black vans. He had a beanie on, along with his hoodie up on top of his beanie too. He was very incognito - apart from the coat.

Then Y/N was walking hand in hand with him.

“Y/N looks stunning, the fuck.” Paula gasped.

Y/N sure enough did. Wearing a beanie too, that was Pleasing, along with a long grey trench coat that was thrown over a black maxi dress. It was an effortless look.

“I’m so glad i’m gay.” Rina sighed with love, watching Y/N pass by.

They were surrounded by friends and family, along with a couple of security members. They all looked happy and relaxed, even in quite the public space.

“They’re going into that VIP restaurant.” Josie said, still watching them.

“Swear the lasagne was like £27 there.” Rina laughed.

“It was.” Paula replied. Paula and Rina turned around again now they were out of sight, relying on Josie to keep them updated.

“Where are they sitting?” Paula asked.

“Harry’s talking to some staff, but he’s standing with his hand on Y/N’s back. So cute!” Josie squealed in excitement. It wasn’t often that she stumbled across celebrities - not as famous as Harry and Y/N anyways.

A couple of drinks and songs later, and the girls returned to focusing on Harry and Y/N.

“Updates?”

“Harry and Y/N are still sitting across from each other. They’re holding hands across the table though, because they’re sat on the end closest to the farthest wall.” Josie commented.

“I love them so much.” Rina cooed.

“I think it’s clear they love each other so much too.”

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[palmettoshitposts]

ideas from a foxes with less trauma au im too lazy to actually write. they are basically just friends who’ve been thrown in the same dorms and chaos ensues. here’s what you could expect to see if you entered the dorm:

andrew is always just on top of furniture he shouldn’t be. he especially loves sitting on the fridge and kicking away anyone who tries to open in.

allison and seth are engaged in a months long “who can sneak up and punch the other the hardest” competition. allison is currently winning. the bruise on seth’s back is so alarming he has to get it checked.

nicky regularly sits on aaron’s head to “cure his homophobia”.

neil and kevin competitive juggling (because that one post about that on here has me in a fucking crack chokehold, it such a fucking funny concept)

renee painting the scenes before her in a renaissance style. they are these glorious, stunning works of art that just depict the stupid twats around her. she’s so proud of them.

dan on matt’s shoulders to change a lightbulb even though matt could 100% change it himself. she uses his ears to ‘steer’ him in different directions.

jean and jeremy live in another block but jean gets drunk at a frat party and climbs through neil’s window mistakenly. andrew comes running in hearing a loud bang and finds neil and jean on the floor - jean because he’s drunk and neil because he was sleep deprived and tangled in his duvet when he tried to get up. that’s how jean and neil become friends.

neil scales the building to meet andrew on the roof, regularly. andrew is so outwardly exasperated but he’s weirdly into it?

renee is randomly hyperfixated on bonsai, but this is ruined when kevin, drunk as all fuck, is dared to eat the leaves and ruins her progress. she gets her revenge by cutting holes into all of his socks.

neil exclusively speaks german in a terrible accent one night that actually makes nicky cry. nicky is so pained he rings erik to complain and erik pretends neil is doing a great job. nicky thinks he’s lost his mind.

jean is just constantly high and gets very philosophical. but, like, badly philosophical. he’s either asking if ants piss in a deep, thoughtful tone or quoting obscure lady gaga lyrics. jeremy, equally as high, thinks jean must be a god.

neil inhales the helium from allison’s peppa pig birthday balloon and actually cracks a rib from laughing at his own voice.

dan walks in to see kevin in stilettos with his head rubbing against the ceiling and just slowly reverses.

renee steals the mobility scooter of a homophobic old man and exclusively uses it to get around campus. she calls it the pussy wagon to stop her male gay friends from using it. surprisingly this works.

allison gives a drunken one person rendition of the wizard of oz. everyone watches and finds it hilarious but renee cannot breath by the end of it. allison has never seen the wizard of oz.

they all get high and andrew exclusively talks to them in the lyrics of all star by smash mouth.

neil coaxes an actual fox into aaron’s bed and aaron screams so loud the police get called because it sounds like someone’s being attacked. for once, no one is being attacked.

kevin is a closeted amateur ventriloquist. as in, he practises in the closet.

renee fixes all of their (in this universe, minimal) trauma by holding a weekly story time where she reads them all picture books.

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[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @anincompletelist for the tag! I didn't have anything prepared to share this week and was panicking about it, and Beas offered to give me a number for me to write a few sentences from whichever WIP that number corresponded to on my list, and of COURSE she accidentally picked the fully epistolary one aka rockstar Alex exes to lovers. The fully coded/skinned version with images is under the cut for maximum effect/fun, or here's the text on its own:

TWITTER THREAD: Likely candidates for the topic of ACD’s #TheLakeHouseAlbum, a (mostly ordered) thread: 1/? Nora Holleran: I know they’re on record as being just friends but they’re SO FUCKING FLIRTY… I don’t know, something about the way they interact with each other makes my spidey senses tingle. Though them both being back on the market WOULD be a win for bisexuals everywhere. Evidence in favour: lyrics about losing your best friend and partner in one fell swoop, Deuxmoi stories a couple of years ago about the two of them going to a hotel together + reports of loud sex noises. Evidence against: See last tweet re: repeatedly on record as just friends. 47/? Henry Fox: It’s weirdly hard to find pics of them together, even at events we KNOW they were both at; kinda suspicious. Both gorgeous, queer, creatively talented men (if you’re not familiar with Henry Fox’s books, start with Looking For Orion; I cried for three days). Evidence in favour: all the refs to distance could be literal not metaphorical (Henry’s UK-based), a ton of literary allusions that overlap with ones Henry’s used in his books.<br> Evidence against: There were rumours of a feud a few years ago (vigorously denied by both teams). 69/69 ACD’s guitar: Okay you KNOW I couldn’t leave the thread on 68 but I think there might be some merit to this. The pics ACD puts on insta of his guitar are framed and shot with more love than the pics my girlfriend takes of me. (For legal reasons this is a joke.) Wasn’t expecting this thread to blow up, so a disclaimer: this is all in good fun and I don’t know any of these people. But this album is stunning and raw and heartbreaking and not to get all parasocial about it but I really do hope ACD is okay ❤️

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[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 5, Match 5

propaganda below the cut! (wall of text warning)

Trent Reznor:

"he is everything. he is all that exists around us. he is the air which we breathe. he performed covered in mud at woodstock 94 and somehow made it work. he's largely responsible for arguably the most influential concept album of the 90s. he is beautiful and sweet and stunning. i want to study him under a microscope. i know closer is about sex as a self-destructive behavior but also have you seen how insanely gorgeous he looks in the music video? in the words of my friend, "he sings like he's in heat". he literally humps and destroys synths (in a variety of ways, including stripping the keys off with his boot) during performances. every single outfit he wears is extremely cunty. on multiple occasions guys have said that even though they're straight they would fuck him. finally, in the words of jude doyle: "to this day, looking at a photograph of trent reznor in the early '90s feels like looking into the sun""

"The live March Of The Pigs (1994) video makes me froth at the mouth I start biting and snapping my teeth and growling. I need to rewatch it five times a week at LEAST to stay sane. Trent Reznor is like if a trophy wife was a man. Also the way he WHISPERS INTO THE MIC AT THE END OF SUCK?????HHFSJBDNDNS???? THE ENTIRETY OF THE BROKEN EP????????? Cleanup on aisle my fucking pants. Is this too insane? Sorry"

"I’m a lesbian but that does not fucking mean anything when confronted with trent reznor"

"It's Trent, man. Even the literal devil wants him. He's just boypretty."

"This man deadass wrote a song with the lyric “My moral standing is lying down" in it"

Keanu Reeves:

"Best role model"

"I have several photos of keanu on my vision board on Pinterest because I need him so desperately"

"The most stunning, the sweetest, humble, funny, sincere, most gorgeous man alive probably. The internets boyfriend for a reason ya know what can you say? His looks do the taking for you. Like rivers edge Keanu? (80s so nvm) okay MOPI Keanu?? Riding that bike like nobody’s business in that hoodie leather jacket combo?????? Effervescent."

"This man screams KINDNESS AND LOYALTY. For that reason, it is enough. He is enough. More than enough."

"Majestic."

"i looked up keanu on pinterest to see what he looked like in the 90s and i ended up spiraling down a rabbit hole for half an hour just admiring his beauty. if that doesn’t prove that he deserves to win then idk what does"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #trent reznor #nine inch nails #keanu reeves #dogstar

[undead-supernova]

Right Here, Right Now

Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11

Masterlist

plot: corroded coffin's eddie munson agrees to an interview for the first time in three years, alongside a new album that is most definitely about you.

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: talks of familial death, depressing lyricism, angst

wc: 4.1k

note: I also wrote all of the lyrics in this chapter and made the images above of the album's cover and tracklist. I feel so proud of how much my hard work is paying off. DON'T USE THESE LYRICS ANYWHERE ELSE THANK YEW

Just one more mile.

You could do it. No, really, you could.

Tour really was coming up in the next six months and you had to build up your stamina now or else you weren’t going to survive. Things really were better now, though. You’d gotten rid of your personal trainer and switched to someone who did not suggest that you stop eating. It seemed like Sophia was a better fit anyways. If anything, she told you to eat more.

So here you were, on your poor attempt at a night run.

And you promised yourself that you wouldn’t think about him and how his album was dropping any day now.

Definitely, definitely not.

It was nearly midnight anyways, a few out from the witching hour but that’s not how it went for you. If anything, you were cursed with the threat of midnight being the worst hour of each day. It was like some switch flicked on and you were a mess of a woman, splayed out in bed and thinking. Furiously scribbling in a notebook as you lost to the thoughts in your head. Curled up in a ball in the shower, the white noise perfect for your never-ending thinking.

And who could forget sitting in your kitchen with a bowl of Kraft mac and cheese. Don’t forget the thinking.

Thinking about Eddie. His voice. The way he was willing to give you more than you deserved without any rhyme or reason. How desperate you felt to reconnect, to apologize profusely and beg for some semblance of forgiveness.

And now you were here, trying to outrun your problems while watching the headlights passing the windowpane.

Tried to stop thinking about how at any moment, Eddie could show up and you’d fall into his arms without any question. You’d tell him it didn’t matter. None of it did. And he’d say he wasn’t mad anymore and that he missed you and then you’d go on living like you once did.

Before you could lose yourself to wishing on headlights, a notification popped up on your phone.

         Spotify exclusive: Listen to Corroded Coffin’s new album now!

Without any warning, you lost your footing on the treadmill and fell backwards. Hit your head on the floor, stunned. Let the pain throb in your head for only a few seconds before you dragged your body upright and clicked on the album.

Your eyes scanned the track list, heart pumping incessantly as a bead of blood rushed down your forehead. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Quickly, you threw yourself into the shower to wash off before grabbing headphones and padding into your walk-in closet. Situated yourself in the back corner, your body fitting snuggly in isolation. 

And as you pressed that green play button, your grief washed over you at every line you called your favorite.

Welcome Home

         “Dad’s disappearing acts and the award-winning smile 

         saying ‘sure, I’ll be comin’ back’

         Well, I guess we’re both suckers for a little hope every once in a while

         And, mom, is that why you stayed? Waited up praying, decaying all alone

         Just so one day, you’d be able to say, ‘Welcome home’.”

Fever

         “How could you ever fight a fever? God dammit, she’s more than a flame

         Got her pinning me down, locked inside her heat wave

         Sweat dripping, flesh gripping, I melt from her gaze

         Just one more round, promise I’ll behave

         Come on, darling, why don’t you set me ablaze?”

The Cost

         “I ruined all the plans that hadn’t been made

         Loving you as the bellbirds erupted in a haunted chorus

         Rosy pink clouds turned into showers of blood and hate

         I’m trying, baby, I’m trying to find a way out for us

         But isn’t that the cost, darling? 

         Isn’t that the price of being with me?”

Tailor-Made

         “We’re the only ones walking through the neighborhood

         Sweetheart, don’t you think I know how to hide?

         I’d never speak it, but I’d buy every house if I could

         Marry you in secret, raise our kids benevolent and kind.”

Rose Petals (Interlude)

         “Take a boy-turned-man, crucifying himself at your altar

         Convince him your devoted infatuation will never falter

         Paint his skies a vibrant pink then turn him into sheet metal

         Leave him bleeding out, fractured, scattered like rose petals.”

As Good As Dead

         “What’s more cliché than a man saying he’d die without your love

         At least if I had an open vein, I’d feel something better than being numb

         ‘There’s no such thing as fate’ my thoughts screamed so fucking loud

         But there was comfort in blind faith, that ill-fated crowd

         Had a grip on your throat. Shit, maybe it always has

         But now that I’m as good as dead, I can’t help my bitter laugh.”

A Mirage of Lovers

         “There sat Elizabeth and Al,

         on the front porch of their first house

         Blind with momentary affection

         And I swear when I looked at you,

         I thought you were a lasting confection

         But I swear there’s a mirage of lovers

         Blurring in its reflection.”

Deluge

         “It’s all there in my head, all in disarray

         A cesspool of memories, a desperation for change

         Fought for my life, thought it was so I could see you

         Mother, I know that you’re not here, I’m still trying to heal

         But please tell me now that love has always been real

         Yet I wonder if you ever believed it yourself."

Hotwire

         “Al loved a nice Hotwire

         Pull ‘em apart, let them fray, twist ‘em till they go insane

         And, yeah, I guess everyone I love is the same.”

Fallen Hero (Interlude)

         “Every time I pick up a pen

         It’s destined to dry out

         And I refuse to go outside, refuse to call my friends

         What’s the point when they’ll never understand?

         I’ll leave myself behind just to have a pinch of hope

         But I come back down from daydreams covered in blood

         Just gotta learn to change, learn to change

         Learn to accept being the fallen hero."

Intangible

         “There’s beauty in the ways of intangibility 

         Like the touch of a woman in blushing gardens far away

         The curve of her hips blooming in shades of futility

         Laughter billowing like smoke lingering in the archway

         And there’s places she will never be able to evade

         A bouquet, a veil, a lover lying await in the shade.”

Out of My Hands

         “If I could hear your knock, brought back by my revery

         Each rap, each tap still committed to my memory

         But that’s up to you, darling, it’s all up to you

         And it’s the end I’m stalling, just for you

         And I love you, baby. I love you

         I hope you know I always will

         Even if it’s out of my hands.”

Wayne

         “There’s a new family in the trailer, I really wish I could believe it

         'Cause once I thought we'd buckle under the weight of all that labor

         No more scrounging up pennies for another first-aid kit

         And you’re not here, Wayne. No, you’re not here.”

Lighter

         “Give me back my lighter, any excuse to see you

         Let it flicker, sit by the flame from sunrise ’til noon

         Come running back, consider your exile foregone

         I choose you in the low glow of dusk, love you ‘til dawn.”

Makeup starting to smudge, an outrageously expensive crop top and skirt still on, you threw off your pumps and let your aching feet lead you to the kitchen. Your black, white, and neon orange plaid outfit reflected vibrantly off the refrigerator light as you decided instead to make crescent rolls. Why the fuck not? 

You were absolutely exhausted. Sleep hadn’t been an option for you in the last twenty-four hours, what with Corroded Coffin’s album keeping you awake and the promo you’d done all day. When you’d finally arrived back to your small California home, you were irritated and in desperate need of some food.

However, as the oven began to preheat, your jumbled thoughts kept piling on top of one another. The fog was too loud for you, having to rush to your living room to grab one of your many notebooks and pens. Sat at the island and just journaled.

It was hard enough knowing that Eddie had written all of that for you. About you. The disappointment, the self-loathing. The guilt of not feeling good enough. Searching through the past mistakes of his parents to make sense of the way you fell apart. As if that was the inevitable ending to any story he was destined to begin.

You felt sick.

And even though you ate every single crescent roll, your words just sunk into the page. You could’ve sworn a third of the notebook itself was smeared in grease and flakes and the intense shame rising in your chest. It was everything you’d hated about the last six months and more, all the goddamn childish emotions and wails of what was fair and what wasn’t. As if this hadn’t been your decision in the first place.

Enough was enough when you finished your plate.

“Okay,” you mumbled to yourself before letting out a sound of frustration. “Distraction. Now.”

Grabbing your laptop, you threw yourself on your couch and logged onto YouTube. Maybe you’d watch a deep dive on an amusement park. Catch up on some commentary. Look up that one video of baby sloths talking that usually had you crying from affection.

But there on the front page was an interview with Corroded Coffin on the new album. There’d already been over a million views despite being posted that morning. Something pooled in your abdomen as you saw the thumbnail, all the members posing together.

And you knew you shouldn’t.

But fuck it, what’s a little more salt to your never-ending wounds?

As you clicked on the video, some interviewer you hadn’t heard of popped up smiling before he spoke.

“Hi, my name is Marcus Sanderson and today I’m interviewing one of the most successful metal bands in recent history, Corroded Coffin. They have been hitting commercial success lately, after their incredible album, Fire Shroud, held electronic influences which have begun to redefine and evolve the genre for the modern age.

"Their most recent album, Elizabeth & Al, has only propelled them forward. I was given the rare opportunity to talk to Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and Ronnie about not only their writing and producing process, but their personal lives. 

“First, we’ll open up with a cover of one of the band’s favorite songs of all time, ‘Solitude’ by Black Sabbath.”

It cut to the band and you couldn’t help a frustrated whine leaving your mouth at seeing him again. And, Jesus Christ, Eddie was fit like a daydream, donning a black Guns N’ Roses t-shirt with dark jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt tied at the waist. A shiny leather jacket, some custom-made Converse with Corroded Coffin across the bottom. Rings and bracelets galore, an obsidian choker hanging low on his neck. Black eyeliner that had wings along his lower lash line. 

You didn’t think you’d ever felt so fucking weak for him.

He stood without his guitar for once, his full attention on his singing. Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and Ronnie were all decked out too, makeup mirroring Eddie’s. All looking refreshed and well-rested. You noticed there was someone else there in the background playing the flute and as they started the song with a gentle solo, it sounded ethereal.

         “My name, it means nothing. My fortune is less

         My future is shrouded in dark wilderness.”

Eddie avoided the camera, eyes darting around the room. You could see his fingers shaking, white-knuckled around the microphone despite the stability of the stand. 

         “Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on

         Everything I possessed, now they are gone

         They are gone.”

Absentmindedly chewing on your lip, you couldn't help but let it sink in. This wasn't just the band's favorite Black Sabbath song—this was Eddie's. He'd told you how the song ripped him apart. How he'd rather die than to ever relate to it personally.

         “Oh, where can I go to and what can I do?

         Nothing can please me, only thoughts are of you

         You just left when I begged you to stay.”

He leaned back as he began to change the notes of the lyrics, his voice building into a belt. Like it was a wail, like he was the most furious man alive.

         “I’ve not stopped crying since you went away

         You went away…” 

The instrumental sounded, the flute having its own solo. Extending the moment, extending the devastation that was demolishing your soul.

Eddie was crying now, wiping the corners of his eyes in the background. Smearing his eyeliner like he didn't care, nose tinged pink through the makeup. And when he came back to the mic, you could see the pain sitting in his eyes. All glassy, all excruciatingly fragile.

         “The world is a lonely place, you’re on your own

         Guess I will go home, sit down and mourn

         Crying and thinking is all that I do

         Memories I have remind me of you

         Of you.”

The footage blurred, fading before cutting to Eddie sitting alone in a chair with the interviewer opposite him. Like they were in a house, all casual and at ease.

“We’re starting off by talking to the front man, Eddie Munson,” Marcus said to the camera, smiling before turning his attention back to Eddie. “It’s nice to see you, man. You look great.”

Eddie chuckled. “Great to be back.”

Marcus nodded. “That cover of ‘Solitude’ was incredible, by the way.”

You could see some color flood into Eddie’s cheeks. “Ah, thanks. Thank you.”

“Do you feel like you’ve been in a period of solitude?”

“Uh, to be honest, kinda. I know people are, like, freaking out just ‘cause I haven’t been in public.”

“Where’ve you been?”

“Just making sure I’m focused on the work,” He gestured to himself before mimicking a pushing motion “and not on the external stuff, you know?”

“As we all should. Would you tell me a bit about your new album? Personally, I’m curious as to why you specifically named it Elizabeth & Al.”

“Yeah, uh, those are my parents’ names. My mom passed away when I was a kid and my dad…well, he wasn’t the best. But I just couldn’t stop thinking about what happens when two people who love each other just end up falling apart. Like, you just feel like you’re as good as dead, you know? And I wondered if my parents had that sort of crash and burn before she died.

“I don’t talk about it much, but my dad had a lot of issues with addiction and gambling and crime after my mom died. I didn’t grow up with the generic parent bleep. It was more like I was his friend than a son and sometimes I was a business partner. And, I don’t know, I grew up thinking that love could’ve been so simple if he gave just a little bit of effort. But I still thought he and my mom had a simple love.”

“I’m guessing they didn’t.”

Eddie let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, no. My dad was never really good at maintaining, like, any kind of control. And it’s so weird ‘cause all he ever did was try to have control over things. But it was self-sabotage, I think. He was never in control over his life. It felt so predestined.”

“What about your mom?”

He shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I think she just wanted love. Like, grasping for that shred of love that he provided every once in a while. ‘Cause it’s not like my dad was incapable of love. Just incapable of giving her everything. Maybe I’m projecting now, but you know what I mean.”

“So, is this album from the perspective of your parents?”

“Not exactly,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “They’re kinda just the reflection, you know? Like what I say on ‘A Mirage of Lovers’. Our parents end up being a kind of mirror we hold up to ourselves. And I think it’s up to us to decide if we’ll continue that cycle or not—especially in the face of heartbreak and loss. ‘Cause you can easily sit there and accuse yourself of being like your father or your mother. But ultimately, you’re just you. You’re not your parents.”

“And you wrote all of this within the last six months, correct?”

“Yeah, it was weird. Like, I just couldn’t stop writing. I was in such a dark place and the only thing I did was sit and write. And the band is so bleeping incredible. I showed them what I was thinking, and they were super, super receptive to it. And we got to work and got it done faster than anything else we’ve made.”

Marcus smiled, something genuine and real, shaking his head in disbelief. “That timeline really does shock me, just because it’s so seamless. There’s all these tiny details and every song just flows into one another.”

“Thanks, man. That means a lot. We kinda thought that having all the songs connect was sorta like, um, a stream of consciousness, essentially.” He started gesturing with his hands and you knew he was getting more comfortable. It almost made you smile. “Like, these thoughts all run together in a big loop. Like having one of those corkboards with all the evidence and red strings, you know? All of it just ends up running together and there’s no concrete answer. It just is.

“And, man. Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and Ronnie are just the best. They know me better than almost anyone and they seemed to automatically get what they needed to do. Just, like, boom, boom, boom. One after the other, we just got everything right. No one else helped produce this album and I think it shows just how much we’ve learned and evolved over our careers.” 

You felt something freeze inside you when the interviewer mentioned your name.

Eddie tried his best to seem unaffected, but you knew he was starting to squirm. You could see the top of his knee as it bounced.

“Are you two still together?” Marcus asked. “What’s the story there?”

Eddie’s eyes wandered the room, probably trying to calculate the best way to go. You selfishly wanted him to say nothing about the breakup, to refuse to confirm that it was truly over. 

He cleared his throat before scratching his temple. 

“My relationship with her is private and just between us. It always has. But I guess since I finally have a chance to say whatever I want to say, I want to make it very clear that the way the media has treated her has been just disgusting and unwarranted. She is not some plastic, shiny doll for everyone to point and laugh at."

Eddie then straightened his posture as he looked straight into the camera. "Oh, and let me be clear. If you’re sitting there talking about her bleeping body, then you are a piece of bleeping bleep and I hope you burn in hell.”  

Just like that, Marcus Sanderson moved on, the shot cutting away to a shot of the rest of the band sitting on a couch. But you weren’t listening anymore. Your head was swirling with a concoction of disbelief and epiphanies. Something…clicked.

Because you’d never had a partner mention you on a public scale. Never had a partner willing to scream your love from the top of the world and still retain privacy. Never had someone so willing to defend you despite your faults. Despite your arguments and downfalls.

And you were realizing that you…had done none of that for Eddie.

You’d sat there, in a dreamy haze because Eddie gave you everything he had. But had you really done any of those things back? Had you given him an ounce of what he gave you? 

You thought back to the AMAs, when you walked around your answers. Nearly yelled at him for standing up for you. Dropped his hand when he wanted to tell you how proud he was. Hell, you even broke up with him because of what other people said. He thought you wanted nothing from him, that you weren’t interested anymore. 

You never even said you loved him to his face.

You treated him exactly the way all your past partners treated you.

Eddie Munson had given you his world and you’d given him a fraction.

“I fucked up,” you whispered before you really processed what was happening. “I FUCKED UP!” you screeched, scrambling to stand up and check your phone. 

1:13am.

Immediately dropped it, watching it slide under the couch.

“FUCK!” you screamed again.

Dropping to your knees and enduring the carpet burn, you reached down and felt around for your phone. But you froze as you felt something else, something smaller in size. Pulled it out, recognizing Eddie’s lighter immediately. 

You flicked the lighter on, only encountering sparks the first two times. But when you watched it transform into a flame, something in your chest began to ache. It was the kindling of a once-wet fireplace, the first stroke of fire you’d felt in months. Teardrops fell freely down your chest as you found the will to fight.

Fight for what you knew you could never live without.

Fight for Eddie.

Give me back my lighter, any excuse to see you

Come running back, consider your exile foregone

Without any thought, you stuffed it into your top, found your phone, and popped up to search for some socks. Barely registered the color before yanking them on. You didn’t care how dressed up you were or how oily your face felt. How exhausted your body was or the residue of a crescent roll sticking to the side of your mouth.

You had to get to wherever Eddie was, and you had to get there now. If you didn’t talk to him tonight, you didn’t know if you’d make it to daylight.

But where was he?

The thought made you pause, hands shaking as you thought.

And before the panic could completely consume you, you called the one person who seemed to know everything.

“Woah, hello there.”

“Jeff.” 

“Hey, long time no see. Where you been?”

“Jeff, I’m sorry, but I really need you to tell me if Eddie is in California right now.”

“Uh, yeah, he is.” You tugged your white Keds on, breathing a sigh of relief. “He’s been holed up in his place for the last few days. Why?”

“I just need to talk to him,” you said, nearly out of breath as you started sprinting to the garage. “I need to talk to him.”

“Ever thought about calling?”

“Nope.”

Jeff’s laughter rang through the receiver. “You’re crazy, girl. I’ll give you that one.” A huff left your nose as you climbed into your car. “You gonna tell him you’re in love with him?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Finally.”

“Are you mad at me?” you asked, dreading any answer he’d give.

“Not at all. Just don’t leave him hanging this time, okay? He hasn’t been okay in a really long time.”

“Neither have I. I’m hoping to fix this and let it stay fixed.”

“Go get your man.”

As the garage door lifted, you noticed the pouring rain.

Of course it started fucking storming within the last hour and a half you’d been home. Of fucking course.

“Bye, Jeff,” you said quickly.

“Bye, girl!”

As you filed out of your driveway, a black SUV was already pulling out behind you. The protection was part of the job. You knew this. But sometimes, you just wanted to tell Scott that you had shit to do on your own.

But there was no time for this.

You just continued to drive, letting the soft hum of “The Long And Winding Road” by The Beatles lead you right back to the very place you knew you belonged.

“Scott,” James acknowledged.

“James.”

It felt like a showdown, Scott stepping in front of you at the gates. As soon as you’d arrived, you’d been prevented from pulling into the driveway. And it was James who’d crossed his arms over his dauntingly ripped chest, staring you down like you’d committed a crime.

You couldn’t blame him.

“What’s the situation?”

You tried not to roll your eyes. “I need to talk to Eddie.”

“It’s two in the morning. Kid finally fell asleep for once.”

“Let her in, James,” Scott said. “They’re people. Just let them figure it out on their own without us.”

“I really want to fix this,” you explained, earning a lifted eyebrow from James. “He’s everything to me and I know I screwed up. I know that. But I want to at least try to mend this. I’m a fucking idiot. Just…please.” Your eyes began to water. “Please let me try.”

James gave you a hard stare for what felt like ten minutes. Like he was assessing the risk. 

But then he opened the gate, stepping to the side. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, rushing past him to the door.

You knocked quite rapidly, your heartbeat matching the pace. Heard it pulse in your ears. Teetered on each foot as the adrenaline continued to catapult you further into madness. Waiting and waiting and waiting until— 

There he was, barely visible in the glow of the front porch light, eyes squinting. Messy curls frizzing, wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. No accessories, no socks on his feet.

It seemed like he finally registered it was you when he straightened his posture. Eddie gazed down at your body and back up again, eyes widening with every passing second. 

“Hey,” you finally whispered.

“Hey.”

bless @strangergraphics for always having the sickest dividers.

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[findafight]

Robin doesn't think about the short sleeve button up she wears on the first day of Senior year other than that it's cute until Jamie is pulling her arm close to her face, and she realizes that if she didn't want to be the centre of attention for having a rather prominent Mark that Filled over summer, she should have worn long sleeves. Damn.

The iridescent colour it's written in shifts in the light, from purple to green to gold and has the shimmer of wet ink, glitter shifting within it impossibly. Marks are always striking, their colours more vivid and beautiful than anything manmade. Neoclassical and baroque artists came close to recreating them, but even masters' attempts always look off. Movies try, but it's still…wrong. Not quite as alive as a Mark should be.

So it's not unusual that Robin's mark carries some ethereal quality, but the placement up her right forearm and the uncanny shifting of the colours do make it…well. Noticeable.

Jamie nearly squeals at her. "Oh my god! You got a new one and Filled it over the summer? Lucky!"

"Ah. Thanks." She's not particularly fond of touch, but resists yanking her arm back. Newly Filled Marks are always cause for gossip, and her being cagey would just lead to rumours.

"So?? Who is it? How'd it happen?" Jamie leans in, wide eyed. Other kids that were milling around the band room have begun clustering.

"It's, ah. It's Steve?" Why did she make that a question? It is Steve's Mark.

"Steve? What Steve? How'd you meet? C'mon, Robin! Give us the story!"

Robin shifts, and pulls her arm away, finally. "We were coworkers at the mall, and I got it when I decided that working with him wasn't so bad, even if he is a dingus. It Filled when–during the fire."

"Oh shit." Someone says.

Jamie blinks. "It's song lyrics though." And yeah, it is. Bright and bold, in Steve's Best Cursive, is and you see me now tonight going from her wrist up towards her elbow in large cursive letters.

Robin giggles. "Yeah, uh. He was…cheering me up. Because, y'know, the fire. He got mine right after."

The band room is quiet, processing. It's not common for Marks to Fill at the same time, even when it's reciprocated. Then someone from the back of the cluster says "wait. Didn't you work with Steve Harrington this summer?"

Finally, Robin grins. "Oh yeah. We're at Family Video now, though." There's tittering. They probably don't believe her. "My Mark is on his left arm, and it says," she pauses. Sharing someone else's Mark isn't exactly polite but sharing a Mark that's yours on someone else isn't at all taboo. It's part of you, on another. So she shares "you sound like a Muppet. In the same colour ink."

The room explodes into questions and astoundment and speculation. By the time second period rolls around tomorrow, the whole school will know. Hell, there'll probably be some nosy customers at Family Video for Steve tonight. Ah, well. It wasn't a secret.

"So, you're dating him now?" Comes floating above the frantic gossiping.

Robin shakes her head. "No. No way. We're friends. It's a platonic bond." Not that Dustin–ignoring that he and Erica also have Filled Marks in the same iridescence on Steve and themselves– would let up about them being scientifically proven to be perfect for each other. Which they were. As…not dating. As friends. As best friends. As a singular blob person that is unfortunately split into two people currently. But Hawkins High Concert Band doesn't need to know that.

"Fucking stunning for a platonic Bond."

She shrugs. "Guess we're just special like that."

#platonic stobin #stobin #platonic soulmates #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things au #listen. too many soulmate aus have failed to give me weirdo stobin platonic soulmates. so im treating myself #part of a larger soulmate au im concocting #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #idk what to call this because i Actually have another stobin soulmate au lmao #stobin soulmate words au #i guess

[pufflehuffing]

To Teach Is To Learn Twice. (Professor Sallow x F!Student!Reader) 🔞

pairing: DADA Professor!Sebastian Sallow x F!Student!reader (she/her, 1st person)  genre: SMUT (MDNI), everyone is 18+ I don’t condone any of these actions, this is merely fiction!  word count: 8.4k warnings: Use of Imperio | dub-con | unspecified age gap | student x teacher | m!receiving oral | praise kink galore | pure filth | Sebastian is greedy | Imperio doesn’t have set rules for fic purposes | Sebastian Sadist Sallow | dom/sub-dynamic | corruption kink summary: Professor Sallow is intrigued when his star pupil suddenly asks him to learn about the Unforgivables, but being the studious man he is, he’s happy to fulfill her request. A/N: Wrote this to Lurk by The Neighbourhood on loop in my mind so I’ve included the lyrics to set the vibe hehe 😈  My masterlist.

Professor Sebastian Sallow freezes, stunned that I actually managed to tell him the truth. He had half expected this after teaching me the Cruciatus Curse at the beginning of the year, but at the same time he also expected me to hold it in. He’s silent as he absorbs my words. All of a sudden, it makes sense. I was on edge all week and couldn’t concentrate. Now he knows why. I was mustering up the courage to ask him to teach me how to cast Imperio.

The brunet man shakes his head in disbelief as we sit opposite each other in his office. I’ve always been the apple of his eye, his showpiece for the other teachers during staff meetings. When I walked into DADA in September of my first year at Hogwarts, he already found my knowledge remarkable. Over the past years that admiration only grew, but this was surprising even coming from me. "To be completely honest with you, it puzzles me. Your performance throughout the years has been flawless," he sighs. "It's only during this week that I could tell you were a bit disturbed, but I understand why now. The fact that you're bold enough to admit you want to learn Dark Magic is an accomplishment, to say the least. You should be proud.”

A small smile creeps up on my face and my eyes snap back into focus with faint traces of blush on my cheeks, happy to hear him confirm that he's proud of me. His praise was always my biggest motivator to keep learning and pushing the boundaries of the curriculum, not to mention the man was proper fit. His brown curls were pushed back, but a few strands hung over his dark eyebrows, framing his brown eyes whose colour made chocolate frogs seem dull in comparison. As he looks at me, Professor Sallow can't help but notice how I’m fiddling with my nails in my lap. "I’m proud," he emphasises a bit louder while he leans over his desk to peer into my downcasted eyes. He takes the opportunity to glance down at my clothes briefly, but quickly looks away and leans back in his chair again to cross his arms.

It was never a surprise to Sebastian that I’d fill out my uniform quite nicely, but what surprised him most was how it almost seemed like I was wearing my first-year skirt and vest whenever I entered his class. He took notice of how I would always sit up front, paying close attention to every word that fell from his lips as if he were a preacher. Though, as much as Professor Sallow liked to maintain the authoritative attitude of a saint, he was just as much of a sinner as the next wizard, especially when it comes to beautiful women. If he had thought he wasn’t attracted to his favourite student, he’d be torturing himself more than by merely keeping things professional. Moral. “Always wearing that short skirt, hoisting it up so high that those pretty white panties are on full display for me in the front row. Those thigh-high socks I should give you detention for…” He burned internally, aching for just one touch, aching to be the reason I blush even harder, preferably underneath him, but this would do for now. His time would come, another hour of this conversation and he’d be in his quarters, fucking into his fist and pretending it was my tight cunt like had done so many times before.

I nod, letting his words of praise resonate with me before sighing deeply to relax myself in my chair, my chest heaving up and down slowly. Perhaps it was a stupid idea to ask him, but at least he hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about how reckless I was for even thinking about learning such dangerous spells. I had been his star pupil ever since first-year and time and time again I’ve proven myself to Professor Sallow that I’m a worthy student. With my intelligence and street smarts to boot, I never fail to impress him. Truth is, ever since puberty rolled around I only had eyes for the tall man sitting in front of me. Every hour spent in that classroom of his I was raking my eyes over his toned figure, hidden in blazers and smart trousers, and it left me feeling so flustered I was failing to concentrate on my next classes. My eyes would be fixed to my History Of Magic textbook, but my mind wandered off, thinking of new excuses to spend more time in Professor Sallow’s office. “Extra tutoring on a particular spell? No… Maybe a feedback session? Hm, too obvious.” I would ponder. One day, I even giggled aloud when imagining getting into trouble just so he could reprimand me by shoving his cock inside me and ramming me into oblivion, thoughts which left me blushing throughout my Potions Class. Luckily, I could blame my flustered state on the hot and damp classroom, which Professor Weasley didn’t seem to think twice about.

Now, finally in his office at 8PM on a Friday, we both take in the tension the conversation has created. There are a few moments of silence between us and Professor Sallow's gaze is fixated on me. “Merlin, her eyes are so tempting…” His lips twitch as he notices a strand of my hair that has fallen loose and he shifts to get comfortable in his chair, thrusting his crotch up a little while doing so in a subtle attempt to readjust the tent in his dark grey trousers. His fingers tingling while he resists the urge to tuck the strand behind my ear and pull me in. Professor Sallow doesn’t feel the need to say anything more. He can see how proud I am of my ambitions. His expression becomes thoughtful as he takes in my facial features.

“Your skills and intelligence are commendable,” Professor Sallow says with a smile that makes my heart race. He seems impressed with my desire to learn more powerful spells even if they are dark. I've always been one of his best students and he appreciates my diligence in hard work. He leans forward towards me, his brown eyes piercing as he gazes into my own. I'm embarrassed of my feelings for him and  his attraction to me is making me flustered. He wants to be more than a professor and student, and so do I.

I wanna be honest

I want to be bad

I want to destroy you

I want to move fast

“You have a lot of potential, my dear,” he says, his voice silky smooth. His eyes travel down my body as he notices me fidgeting with the skirt of my uniform. I blush and look away, embarrassed that he caught me. He likes the way I look in my short skirt and I can tell from the way he's looking at me that he thinks about it often. I'm a temptation for him, but he's forced to remain professional. 

If Sebastian had been a mere man, he would have been staring and admiring me purely on the basis of my attractive face and newly-acquired plump body. But, he has another aspect to his gaze, one that runs deeper. There is a small hint of admiration, but also a hint of affection, lust even. He clearly views me in a special light and continues to observe me for a few more moments, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks and his eyes flickering when he realises that I caught him staring.

He takes a deep breath as he considers my request for a moment. He has to appreciate my honesty, as there’s only a handful of students who would even dare to ask such a question to a professor like him. “You do realise how dangerous it would be, don’t you?” he asks, but instead of sounding harsh and angry, he seems to be curious. He can’t help but be surprised at my willingness to learn something he knows is dark and taboo. He sighs and shakes his head, still seeming a little surprised at how serious I seem to be. His expression softens once again and he smiles kindly at me while he leans forward again, a concerned look appearing on his face as he hovers over his arms on the desk. “I know you’re a very talented girl, but it’s not just about reading about it or simply casting it. You know that there’s a huge risk involved with learning Dark Magic. I already pushed my morals as both a professor and a man by teaching you Crucio a few months ago.”

I nod obediently. "Yes, sir, I figured that's why I'd ask you directly instead of sneaking into the Restricted Section or something like that.”

Professor Sallow is listening intently as I speak. He seems more curious and interested than ever before. His expression changes from one of surprise to one of admiration. He can see that I’m truly fascinated by these spells. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” he replies with a lift of his eyebrows. “The Imperius Curse is truly magnificent in and of itself. It’s a miracle, really, how much power can be imbued into one’s spell-casting if they have complete control over their magic.”

He shoots me a soft glare to make me reconsider my request. His brown eyes darken slightly and I instinctively chew the inside of my lip to stop another blush from bubbling up. I wonder if I could push my luck even more and ask him something even bolder, the freckled brunet has a soft spot for me after all. "Does that mean you’d be willing to teach me? Would you mind casting it, sir? On me? I don't yet feel comfortable casting it on someone else, but I'd like to see the effects for myself," I ask him with a well-strategized head tilt and a coy smile, half-expecting him to refuse.

A moment of silence goes by as the professor contemplates my request. He was half-expecting that I would ask him to cast it. Sebastian’s expression turns into a thoughtful, almost regretful one as he weighs the possibilities. On the one hand, he doesn’t want to risk being caught if he teaches me something that powerful, but at the same time, he senses the immense amount of curiosity in me and thinks I’d be a good student to teach. Plus, it would give him an interesting choice to take advantage of my morals. Sebastian was well aware he was being seduced every time he taught my class and he wondered if it were possible to push some of the school’s rules and regulations.

The professor leans back in his chair once again and continues to reflect. His brow furrows and his eyes seem to be wandering somewhere to the side as he tries to decide. “I guess your enthusiasm has gotten the best of my judgement,” he admits with a small sigh and hardens his face again to show his authority. “But you have to promise me one thing: you keep yourself grounded in reality and stay in control when handling dark magic. It’s too easy to get carried away and lose track of yourself. I want you to promise me that you will not let yourself fall into that trap. I’m warning you, I’m watching over you like a hawk.”

"I promise, professor." I nod firmly to emphasise my words. “I won’t be casting it any time soon and definitely not out of malice.”

As I speak, a tiny smirk appears on his lips. He leans back in his office chair, his eyes roaming over my body and the tight top I'm wearing. He wants to refuse, but I'm too irresistible for him. Swallowing his pride, he finally agrees. It means I'm in his good graces, but more importantly he wants to see what his brilliant student is capable of. “Very well,” he smirks as he crosses his legs and watches me intently.

I smile again in anticipation and can't help but feel a little giddy as Professor Sallow commands me to stand up and stand before his desk so he can start the lesson. Once he sees that I’m ready, he begins to give me the basic instructions on preparing and aiming the Imperius Curse. It’s a rather straightforward spell, but it takes immense control to use. He explains the necessary motions of the spell, the wand movement one needs to make and the proper incantation. “Imperio. Remember, just like last time, you have to mean it.”

The professor nods firmly one last time. “I’ll take it nice and slow, I promise.” He raises his wand and points it towards me. He focuses his energy and takes a deep breath. “Imperio,” he says with a loud voice. The charm shoots out like a bolt of lightning. On contact, his spell takes over my mind and I find my control drifting away with no resistance to it. Even as I remain aware of what is going on, I realise that my body is beyond my control. I’m entirely under Professor Sallow’s command now.

As I feel the spell take effect, I can't fight the feeling of my movements being controlled by him, moving with a grace that I can't resist and it's as if I'm dancing for the professor, my body doing his bidding.  I'm under his spell and like can't help but feel helpless yet excited.

I straighten my back unnaturally stiff and watch the professor with a bright green glow in my eyes. His own warm brown eyes that have always been so tempting have now been replaced by icy turquoise ones while he looks at me with a small snarl to keep the spell in control. As Sebastian watches me with a cautious expression, it’s clear how intrigued he is. To see someone else completely under his spell and under his control makes him feel powerful, just like it did all those years ago. But, he does make sure to keep things at a minimum, for it also requires him a ton of effort to cast the spell.

He leans back in his chair, observing me with a content grin on his lips. “I think this lesson is going quite well.” His eyes are glued to my every movement as if he was admiring a finely crafted sculpture. He decides that I should walk around the room, so I do just that. I walk around in the slow fluid motion following every command without question while he watches closely. “Good girl,” he matters under his breath with a deep satisfaction in his voice.

Professor Sallow's compliment sends my heart fluttering with excitement. I know that his words have more meaning behind them than just a harmless compliment. He's letting me know he approves of my efforts and enjoys my obedience to his command. The control he has over me is erotic and intoxicating for both of us and he seems to enjoy seeing me in this state. He just needs to sit back and watch me follow his commands as he enjoys the power he has over me. 

After a few seconds, he gives me one more command to see how responsive I am. “Now I want you to hop over here to my side of the desk, just like a bunny.” his voice is strict but not harsh. “You will hop towards me and once you reach my chair, you will stop right in front of me. Can you do that?” He asks while he uses his feet to scoot back his chair a few feet, the wooden legs scraping against the floorboards. He swivels his chair to the side to await me on his side of the desk.

The professor watches me through his lashes with lowered brows. It’s quite clear that this command was a little bit more complicated than the previous one, but I had no problems complying, which is what excites him. The tent in his trousers is now on full display, but he doesn’t seem bothered to show it. He was right when he told me he was an expert at gauging one’s body language a few weeks ago, for he was aware of how much I desired him. However, what he didn’t realise was that there were cracks in his stoic exterior too, asking me to stay behind for five minutes after class to recommend another book was his moral way of telling me how much he craved me too. He takes a breath as he wants to test this spell and its effects further. I have the urge to hide my face as I hop over to him, but the spell makes it unable to do so and I simply continue making my way to the object of my desire. Professor Sallow lets out a small laugh as he sees me move. It’s quite amusing to him how embarrassed I look while jumping away. 

“Imperio makes you look very adorable, sweetheart,” he remarks, his tone somewhat flirtatious. He knows that he can push the spell further, so he gives me yet another prompt. “So, can you tell me, what’s on your mind? How do you feel about me? I’ve done nothing to harm you and it seems you have a rather neutral impression of me.”

"I trust you,” I reply with a dull voice. My body is standing a few inches in front of his knees and the angel on my shoulder is thanking him that I’m still under his spell, since I would’ve begged him to take me already without that restraint.

His expression softens back to its previous stance and he smiles once again, a little more genuinely than previously as one of his knees extends and touches my shin. “You trust me?” He repeats with a hint of fondness in his voice while he licks his lips again. “That’s quite the statement to make about someone who’s essentially controlling you,” he chuckles. But, as he laughs, he is also flattered in a way. My statement just reaffirms the level of power and control he has over me, even without the Curse. “I suppose you are in safe hands.” Sebastian replies, being slightly sarcastic. 

It was taking everything in him to not slide his hands up my skirt while I’m standing so close to him. His fingertips are still tingling and he figures it’s best to busy himself by rubbing his palms against his thighs to wipe off the sweat they had accumulated. He watches me for a little while longer, taking in the view from below me for a change. While he often towered over me to get a good look at my chest pushing out against my vest, it was a whole other experience to see them from below. Another thought occurs to him. “I’ve given you many commands so far. But I am curious about one more thing: what if I was to order you to do something that went against your morals?” He stares at my face for a few moments before he speaks up again, his voice now husky. "I command you to bend down and kiss my neck right now." He cocks his head backwards and lets his mouth fall open when he sees me bend down, my tits almost spilling out of my vest while my scent invades his nostrils. Internally, I’m on fire, and the devil on my shoulder is taking over. 

Sebastian mutters a curse word as I bend down and kiss his neck. He can finally feel the soft touch of my lips against his skin and he feels goosebumps running along his body. His cock twitches in his boxers and he bites his lip again to restrain himself. He looks at me with narrowed eyes after I back away again and he slowly drags his tongue through his lips. “Well then, I have a final command for you.”

Feeling pleased by my performance under the Imperius Curse, he decides to take things up even further. He feels a sly grin creep up on his face and he stares deeply into my eyes to make sure the spell has taken effect properly. My obedience and blind trust in him is something he had already expected, but he is still extremely pleased with it nonetheless. After a moment, he speaks again, still carrying a husky voice. “I command you to come sit on my lap. Now, sweetheart. Show me why you’re my favourite student.”

I want to be faithful

I want to be raw

I want to be ignorant

And I want to know all

He spreads his muscular thighs apart in his leather chair and I immediately crawl onto Professor Sallow's lap, the sides of my bare thighs brushing against his wool trousers as I position my knees on either side of his legs. My blush deepens, but there's nothing else I can do to express my emotions. “Fuck!” I moan out internally. I feel dizzy from his closeness and his scent blends in the air and fills my sinuses with a pungent aroma. His member had always been impressive when it was contained during his lessons, but feeling it pressed up against my core made me dizzy with desire. If Sebastian wasn’t such a sadist, he would’ve lifted the Imperius Curse already to allow me to rut against him, begging him to take care of me and pound into my now soaked folds. But Sebastian has never been merciful. I had been teasing him since I got back from summer break, and now it was his turn to make me weak.

“Good girl,” he drags out a groan as he feels my wetness seeping into his trousers. He rests his hands on my plush thighs and stares deeply into my eyes through his lashes. “You’re quite a handful,” he says quietly again, voice dripping with faltered moans. The professor has never had anyone obey him like this. He stares into my eyes while his lips are only a few inches away. The way he is this close to me and this is only just the beginning causes a shiver to run down my spine. 

"Look into my eyes," he requests. “You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?” I shake my head submissively and he immediately scoffs and mutters to himself. “No? Hmph– I always knew the male students’ intelligence went downhill after I left.” His flirtatious tone then changes to what sounds more romantic as he coos me with his next request. His mouth is still incredibly close and even under the corrupted spell I can almost taste the coffee he had earlier during dinnertime. "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, princess. Can you lean closer to me?”

That little extra inch puts me right in his personal space, so close to his lips that the coffee scent has now been replaced with pure saliva. Now that we’re a breath away from each other, he continues to whisper in a soft and romantic manner. “One more inch, please.” His heavy eyelids drop to my lips and he’s almost in a daze of his own. "Kiss me.”

As our lips meet, there's an electric charge that courses through our bodies, setting our nerves on fire. Every touch, every accidental brush of skin against skin, feels like a rebellion against the constraints that keep us apart. The kiss is fueled by a sense of urgency, as if we know that this moment might be fleeting, yet we’re willing to risk everything for just a taste of each other. It's a rush of emotions, a whirlwind of sensations that leaves us both breathless and wanting more. He holds my thigh with one arm while the other hand brushes against my cheek. Sebastian enjoys the kiss for a while before gradually pulling away again. He smiles softly and whispers. “That’s better.” With a content sigh he continues. “Could you lean in a little bit more now? Arch your back for me, sweetheart.”

The professor continues brushing his fingers through my hair as I lean my upper body in further and fully resting against him now. He stares at me once again with the same intent as before and whispers. “Now, I have one more command for you.”

He stares at me and makes no movement, letting his breath fan over my face. Without warning, he suddenly leans forward again and presses his lips against mine once again. The kiss is much more passionate than the previous one and he is not holding back on his desire, nipping on my bottom lip and exploring my mouth with his tongue, mapping it out to remember every wet corner for later use. He mumbles against my lips. "Take off my tie for me and unbutton my shirt, sweetheart.”

A jolt of pleasure shoots through both of our minds. I have been more submissive and obedient than he even imagined possible. At this point, he’s mentally cursing himself for still wearing his dark brown blazer, but Merlin, did he not want to move from this position with me finally on top of him like this. He breaks the kiss as he watches me begin to undo his brown tie. He leans in while I fumble with his shirt’s buttons and mutters against my neck, the heat of his breath against my skin sending involuntary shivers down my spine. “Good girl. When you have my tie undone, take your fingers under my collar and touch my collarbone.” 

I slowly slide down and begin to lightly touch his collarbone and neck. As I do so, he places the hand from my thigh on the plump flesh of my behind, kneading his fingers into it to ground me while he whispers against my neck with a seductive tone. “Are you enjoying touching me?” He asks, letting his voice be as raw as it wants to be. He moves his head to the side slightly to make himself more accessible to me. “Because I love touching you, darling. I can tell you like that too, you’re already dripping through your little panties.”

"Yes." I voice breathlessly while the spell is still in control.

“Good girl,” Sebastian purrs in a voice that is filled with arousal and desire. “You are doing so well. Keep caressing me. Make me feel even better.” The professor is getting desperate as he feels my hands against him and his voice is sending shivers down my spine. He shivers in return as he feels my subtle touch making him incredibly hard and he leans closer once again. “Good girl. Move your hands a little bit lower now. Let them slide down to my belt,” he whispers softly against the skin below my ear before finishing his request with a wet kiss. 

The heat from his body is intoxicating and I can feel him hardening against my core. He's taking control and I respond by simply touching him how he wants me to. I'm excited by the fact that I'm obeying the man I crave so much and my hands slide lower and lower while I feel his breath against his skin near my ear.

A low moan escapes Sebastian’s mouth as he continues to feel my touch travel down his chest towards his belt. “You are being such a good girl,” he growls against my neck while his other hand drifts away from my cheek to join the one already on my behind. He squeezes the flesh tightly and rocks me into him once, coaxing another moan from him that he muffles against my throat. He leans in closer even more and his breathing is getting a little more raspy as he becomes more aroused by my willingness. “Now, can you please undo my belt for me?”

My mind and body can feel every bit of the professor's arousal as he grabs my ass and rocks me into him. It's such a powerful sensation that fills my body with excitement, goosebumps lingering on my skin. I know he has waited too long for a chance like this and I'm ready to fill his desire. The moment the clasp is undone, he leans in extremely close to kiss me fervently this time. The kiss is much more passionate than before. The professor is now much more aggressive in his kissings. His eyes are closed and he is moving his tongue into my mouth while his hands grip tightly onto the sides of my body and hold me still against him. He keeps letting out a series of low moans and sounds of pleasure. His breathing grows even heavier the longer the kiss goes on and the more I let him be in control of. Eventually, he is the one who ends the kiss. He slowly breaks away and whispers with a predatory tone.

“You’re such a good girl for letting me touch you like this. Can you continue caressing me now and let your fingers slide even lower? You can slide them over my pants as low as you want to.” Professor Sallow leans back a little bit, watching my movement closely. He loves seeing me willingly sliding my hands along his body, especially the lower I go. He loves knowing I’m just letting him have his pleasure. 

He moves his head closer to me once again, speaking softly. “Keep going down…go ahead…don’t be afraid to keep going lower.” The professor's voice is dripping with suggestive and seductive tones as he lets out another low moan as I keep going lower. “Keep going, sweetheart,” he yearned.

His breathing is getting a little bit more erratic now as he watches me move my hands further down. My fingers are almost brushing against his inner thigh by now. The professor is breathing heavily now as my hands near his inner thigh. He is loving this sensation. The professor even bites his lip a little bit and lets out a low exhale before speaking again. “Keep going lower, you can slide your hands underneath the waistband of my pants now...if you’re brave.” He lets out his last statement in a challenge. It’s a challenge he knows I’m more than willing to accept. “Don’t close your eyes, darling. Keep looking at me. Only me.”

Sebastian’s voice begins to sound a bit desperate now and I can tell that he is growing quite aroused. My fingers are moving lower and lower, finally moving underneath the waistband of his pants and this is where the professor really gets excited and almost completely loses his self-control. He suddenly lets out a loud moan and his breathing grows even more erratic as he stares at me in complete pleasure. My fingertips slide along his inner thigh, teasing him and sending shivers of pleasure through his body. I can feel his warmth through the fabric and  the feeling sends goosebumps all over my body once again. He continues to watch me intently, his breath hot against my neck.

He suddenly grabs hold of me and pulls me closer so that I'm now completely on top of him in his office chair. He leans in to kiss me and wraps his arms around my body and starts caressing my neck. The sensation is clearly too much for him as his breathing becomes quite heavy. “This is so wrong,” he murmurs against my hot mouth. My body was already doing a lot for him but now with my fingers sliding underneath his waistline, he's almost completely losing himself. He takes a moment to collect himself and gives a firm nod. I swore I could see the warmth seep back into his brown eyes but I was still too overwhelmed to fully focus. “Keep going. Keep sliding your fingers.” He growls. “Please.” 

The professor breaks the kiss and pulls his face away so that he’s only somewhat in control of himself and can breathe. His voice is still dripping with pleasure and he can’t stop letting out low moans and heavy breaths while he searches my face for hesitation while my fingers are performing nonverbal magic in his boxers, teasing him by tracing my delicate fingers over his pelvis.

I want to die someday

I want to live long

I want what I ask for

And I get what I want

“Fuck–uh!” He grunts and is now in complete loss of his normally composed and strict nature from being so aroused. His voice sounds like it is on the verge of begging me to touch him and he dips his head back against the top of his chair. “Slower, sweetheart, I want to make this last,” he breathes out.

But, that’s when my fingers are wrapping around the base of the professor’s thick member, the side of my hand brushing against his stubble there. Professor Sallow practically bellows a low moan and a shiver shoots through his body. He presses his boots down on the floor firmly and involuntarily thrust his cock into my hand while his fingers are still wrapped in my hair. His breathing is extremely heavy and he practically doesn’t breathe at all for a split-second, just staring at me in complete shock at how incredible I make him feel. He breaks the silence by speaking very softly and quietly. 

“God…that’s…so incredible,” the professor whispers softly, taking a deep calming breath before looking back at me. “Your fingers feel incredible, sweetheart.” The professor lays back in his chair and stares at me with a look of complete delight and satisfaction. He is truly enjoying my touch and he doesn’t seem to want me to stop. “Can you keep going? Up and down, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Keep going and don’t stop, darling.” 

My fingers wrap around his cock and my touch is sending his body into a frenzy of arousal. He's breathing heavily now and I can't help but get excited about how much he's enjoying my every move. Sebastian's words are almost like a beg and an order. I'm his student and he's letting me make him mine this way. It's a power trip for both of us.

“Take it like a big girl for me, I know you can,” he whispers against my neck and I obey, rubbing him with more rhythm and speed. He moans into my neck muffling the sound while  panting. He's lost in ecstasy, feeling lost in my touch that leaves him moaning and gasping for air.  He's watching me with hazy eyes, his cheeks red and body shaking. He leans in and kisses me once again, this time in a much more aggressive way than before and I continue the sensation for several more minutes, continuing my hand movement as the professor leans back in his chair and enjoys it. Finally, he breaks the kiss with a slight moan. “Stop for just a moment,” he says. He pauses a moment before speaking again, this time with a much more gentle tone. “Thank you.”

He sits back up straight in his chair and looks at me. He is out of his trance of pleasure now and looks like his normally composed and stoic self again. “Your fingers felt amazing,” he continues. “You definitely know how to please a man, sweetheart. Go ahead and cast an anti-unlocking charm on the door for me. I'll give your House five points if you succeed. I don't want anyone to walk in while I'm balls deep inside that pretty little mouth of yours.”

He leans back again and smiles at me while my coated fingers search along his desk behind me to locate my wand. When I'm done casting the spell Professor Sallow pushes me down by my hair to kneel on the floor between his knees. He looks down at me with his slight smile on my face. He's clearly enjoying the sight of me between him and he seems a bit more gentle with me now. “Well done,” he continues. “There’s a good girl.” 

His voice is soothing as he strokes my hair with his hand, letting his other hand venture onto my shoulder. I feel his touch and it sends shivers down my spine.  The calloused hand moves along my shoulder and trails along my neck moving further up towards my cheek before he gently pulls me along his thigh. “Suck on it,” Sebastian grunts while grabbing his cock at its base and guiding it to my plump lips. I feel them part to make room for his throbbing tip and he gently lowers my head to let my mouth envelop him.

His body is starting to shake and the little grunts he's making are becoming increasing and more frequent. He trembles, the heat coming from him is intoxicating, and it almost seems like he can't handle it anymore when I feel his member twitching. “Merlin, you feel heavenly around me, little minx,” he moans in a raspy voice. My head is pressed against him and he's bringing his other hand down my throat, wrapping his fingers slowly around the base of my neck while he starts guiding my head up and down his throbbing manhood, deepthroating him while he squeezes my neck to tighten it even more around him. Luckily, the Imperius Curse allows for my gag reflex to completely disappear, allowing my throat to let wet sounds escape from his intrusion.

I fuck 'cause I need to

I fuck when I want

I'll fuck you in love

Even though it is not

“You are so beautiful between my thighs, sweetheart. Ugh– Breathe through your nose, love.” He's holding me close to him and I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside my mouth. Sebastian leans down to place a kiss on my hair and leans back again, allowing the hand that isn’t in my throat to gather my hair into a messy ponytail to guide me even further.

“That’s it, my dear,” he groans in desperation, desire and pure lust. His pace quickens and my nose is pressed against his pelvis while he holds me against it for a few seconds before pushing me back again, his pants rubbing against the sides of my face rhythmically. My breath is hot on his skin and he can feel every inch of my mouth and throat enveloping him as he moans lowly and starts grinding his hips against me, fucking into my throat. “You’re such a good student. Always so eager to learn, to– Hmph– to please me. Always looking at me with those needy eyes of yours.”

“Your top is always so tight, you almost look like you're wearing your vest from first-year. Argh– Wish I could stick my cock between those pretty tits and– Argh– fuck them.” He's getting more urgent and his body is moving faster and faster against me as he pulls me closer. The friction is causing both of us to sweat and he moves his hips against my mouth in an energetic manner while letting out more and more raspy sounds. He's getting rougher and his breath is hot and heavy as he grinds against me. The filthy words coming from Sebastian’s mouth are getting louder and he’s no longer even trying to hide it. He bites his hand to suppress a loud moan and grips my ponytail harder causing my hair to get dishevelled even more. His mouth is open and he's making noise with each inhale and exhale, breathing hard like he's doing cardiovascular exercise while squeezing my throat.

Professor Sallow’s fingers slide through my hair to gently pull it out of my face and he loosens his grip, letting both of his hands hold the side of my head as he lets out another grunt. I can feel my breath quickening and I feel every pulse of his hot blood rushing through him, each push accompanied by the sound of a grown or a breathy moan. “Who's my pretty girl? Say it,” he commands while his muscles start tightening and the veins in his arms almost explode through his blazer, his charming voice dripping with desperation to cum and claim my mouth. 

The moment I murmur my name around his cock the vibration makes his balls tighten. He growls and his hips stutter in response and his hands drift from the sides of my head to my cheeks, holding them with a gentle touch. “That’s it,” He replies with a raspy voice. “I’m about to– I’m close, keep going,” he adds in a hoarse breath. His grunts are getting louder and they mix with the sounds of my saliva drooling out of my mouth while I continue my rocking motion with more urgency. 

His breathing is becoming more shallow and his curls have started hanging over his eyebrows while he keeps his head lowered, muttering curses and filth under his breath as he focuses on the feeling of my tongue swirling around him and the sight of my hollowed cheeks. His entire world stops and his glare becomes more intense when he feels his climax approach him like a tidal wave, though he can’t fight the overwhelming sensation and his eyes roll into the back of his head, his breath hitching and body trembling, his words become more and more strained. “Swallow it, darling, all of it. Hmph, need you to be full of me, to have your tongue taste like my cum.”

Then, as soon as he feels me start swallowing his tip, he can’t stop from exploding into my mouth, his face tightening for a split-second while a strangled grunt escapes his gritted teeth. He pushes my face down again to fully take him while he coats my throat, and when he’s fully spent, he pulls my face off him. I can’t help but pant while looking up at him with my open mouth, letting his cum slightly drool out of my mouth while doing so. 

Sebastian’s eyes are half-closed and his freckled cheeks are flushed while a few brown curls stick to his forehead as he catches his breath. He takes two big fingers to collect the cum on my chin and pushes it back into my mouth, caressing my tongue with it before pulling me back up to his mouth and kissing me passionately again. He lets his lips smack against mine as his tongue tastes mine again and he strokes my cheeks softly. After a few moments, he pulls back slightly and watches me again, a twinkle of lust still present in his eyes, but there’s also a hint of true affection still present in them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for more. Same rules as today.” The professor says in an authoritative and strong manner even though he is trying to keep his calm demeanour while tucking away his spent cock and fixing my appearance with a gentle, caring touch. When he sees me nod obediently, his soft eyes return. “Good girl. Just like I want you to be.” Sallow responds and his voice is back to its normal soothing and smooth tone. “Same time. Same place.”

I blush deeply and get off his lap with shaking legs, still not believing what just happened and feeling embarrassed. As I stand up, he smiles once more. He can tell that I enjoyed the whole experience but am still a bit shy about it and his eyes are glued to mine as he enjoys seeing me a little flustered and embarrassed. “You okay?” Sebastian asks in a slightly coy but still caring manner. “You got quite red there…”

I bite my lip and look away, torn between wanting to lay my cards out on the table, and keeping the status quo. "I shouldn't have..." I repeat quietly. He's a bit surprised by my mixed emotions right now. Sebastian realises that there seems to be some internal guilt or confusion about the whole situation, so he continues speaking softly and sensitively, but still maintains his teasing and seductive tone. “Look at me.” He waits for me to make eye contact with him and then he speaks again. “Tell me you didn't enjoy touching your teacher like that.”

I look at the professor with an embarrassed expression and a sheepish smile while I clench my fists by my side and rub my thighs together to shift my soaked panties against my core. "Professor, when did you end the mind control spell?”

“I ended the spell right around when we first got really excited. So…yes, you were under the spell for a bit, but I ended it when you started sliding your fingers under my waistline.” He explains, smiling softly at me as he keeps his eyes locked on mine. “You did that 100% voluntarily, sweetheart. I saw your natural eye colour return immediately when I lifted it. The spell was long gone and it was all you with those hands and that movement… And that exquisite mouth of yours,” he ends with a teasing smirk and a lip bite. Professor Sallow is enjoying my shy reaction to hearing that information and my blush deepens even more. "I shouldn't have..." I repeat quietly, though I'm even less convinced of my own words now.

“You shouldn’t have?” He chuckles with a hint of a condescending tone and shakes his head at me. “What’s the matter, darling? Did you feel like that was wrong for some reason? It felt pretty correct to me, especially after all those months of you teasing me like a little whore.”

"Sir, I–" I look away in shame. “I know what you feel, darling. You feel guilty. You feel as if you shouldn’t have done that. But I’ll tell you one thing, sweetheart…” The professor pauses for a moment and takes my hands in his, squeezing them tightly. “You’ve got nothing to feel guilt or shame over. You enjoyed what we did today and I did too. We can feel good about it and not have to feel guilty about anything. The whole experience was pretty incredible in my opinion.” Sallow lets out a low chuckle. He wants to see how I respond to his next statement. “You know what the worst part about this whole situation is, darling?”

"What?”

He looks at me and lifts a hand to kiss it gently. “The worst part about today is that now, I want more of you…and I’m sure I can get more of you tomorrow, just like today, without the Imperius Curse. Right?”

"Are we doing the same thing tomorrow?" I blush, feeling a pang of desire shoot through me.

“That's for me to know and for you to find out.” The professor chuckles to himself. He’s quite enjoying my excitement and anticipation for tomorrow’s session. “I will promise you one thing though…”

He leans in and towers over me. “You won’t be going to your dorm tomorrow night without me having tasted every inch of your body. I can guarantee you that.”

I gasp softly and gulp, my body is still trembling with unreleased desires.

“I’ll let you think about that until tomorrow, sweetheart.” The professor leans back and smiles once again, almost completely in his normal composed nature now since he has satisfied his own desires. “I’ll need you to do something for me before you go though.” He says, a serious tone returning to his voice once more. “I want to make sure you won’t go running to the headmaster and complaining about anything we did, so now I must ask you…” His voice is warm but still has that hint of concern for you to it. “Did I do anything wrong to you today? I didn’t hurt you at all, did I? Everything was completely consensual, correct?”

I hesitate, thinking about my answer. That part was sort of a blur, but I can confidently say that the professor did respect all of my boundaries. At the very least, he did make me feel amazing and I've been dreaming about this for months. “Well…Yes, I guess you didn’t make me feel wrong.” I mutter with a sheepish blush after a long moment of consideration, still too embarrassed to bluntly admit just how soaked my panties are. “But… What if someone were to find out?”

“Let me ease all of those worries right now, darling.” The professor squeezes my hands reassuringly and looks me in the eyes. “No one will find out. We’re doing this only here, always with the door and curtains completely closed, and no one knows that I'm making you feel good. My word is as good as gold that you will be able to continue trusting me. There are many possible explanations for your frequent visits to my classroom. And as for why you stay such a long time with the curtains closed, well…” The professor pauses, letting his tone turn back into a teasing and seductive manner as he speaks again. “I think you can probably think of some very fun and entertaining explanations for all of that to any outsider. If you’re smart enough, you can put on an innocent mask and nobody will know what we’re really doing here.”

Slowly, a small, reassured smile creeps up on my face and I nod after taking his words into consideration. “Good girl. And remember…” I'm expecting the professor to say something more or maybe tease me again once more, but this time it is different. He looks at me straight in the eyes one last time and gives me the most genuine, affectionate, and loving smile that he’s ever given me before. “That I care about you.” 

I'll fucking digest you

One kiss at a time

You wish I was yours

And I hope that you're mine

I let my gaze linger on the professor for a few moments longer than necessary and nod again, taking his words to heart before I let go of his hands and start making my way to the door, now feeling more relieved that Professor Sallow has confessed his fondness of me. The professor follows my every step with his eyes as I make my way out of the door. When I open it, the professor calls out to me one last time.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart. Go relieve yourself now and make sure you don’t forget to cast Silencio on your bed.” He winks playfully and gives a teasing nod towards my skirt.

"See you tomorrow, Professor Sallow." I blush deeply once again before closing the door behind me and walking down the stairs of the DADA classroom, clenching my thighs together and sprinting to my dormitory.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanfic

[littlelesbianintern]

Cynthia’s Coming Out Scene

I want to start with the fact that I think this is one of the best coming out scenes I’ve ever watched which considering this is a show set in the 50s is an incredible feat. This scene has me sobbing and Ari’s acting was incredible.

To be honest the way this show has represented queerness has been brilliant throughout the season. I love how the show utilises symbolism, but in particular the motif of queer people being able to have conversation about queerness without expressing it out loud is especially impactful - Cynthia/Lydia’s “you’re scared” scenes, the rehearsals, the fall dance, the conversation between Cynthia and Shy Guy. All of these moments convey deeper conversations than their literal words and to have this culminate in Cynthia not even being able to voice their identity/feelings out loud is genius because it’s such a universal experience for queer people.

Ari’s acting was phenomenal, literally just incredible. That moment before Cynthia hands the note to Nancy, relishing what she sees as the last moments of their friendship before Nancy begins to look at her differently? The grip on the note before letting Nancy eventually take it? The absolute look of fear as Nancy reads it? The gut-wrenching sob as she reads Nancy’s response, overcome with pure fucking relief? STUNNING. I’ve never felt to moved or seen. Give Ari their flowers because I can’t express enough how amazing their acting has been this season.

Also as much as I would like to know what the note says, I kind of love that we don’t? Like it remains this beautiful inside joke/moment between just Nancy and Cynthia. Having said that, I hope it says something like “rate the kiss out of ten” in a recall to Nancy loving to rank how good people are at kissing.

ON THAT NOTE NANCY NAKAGAWA IS THE ALLY OF THE YEAR. I love that she picked up immediately that Cynthia’s anger wasn’t entirely about her relationship with Potato, because whilst Cynthia definitely is angry about Nancy’s attitude, a little more of it was maybe some slight jealousy on Cynthia’s part? Nancy and Potato as a straight couple (I have my own head cannons but I digress) can outwardly express affection for each other but Nancy chooses to reject this. For Cynthia this must be incredibly frustrating, because as Lydia’s experience proves, queer relationship don’t have the same privilege, but Nancy takes it for granted. But for someone who said themselves that they weren’t great at listening, Nancy’s response to Cynthia, whatever it was, was perfect. And furthermore, she wasn’t just there to listen, but to actively turn up and support Cynthia in repairing her relationship with Lydia. Honestly just all of episode 10 was Nancy being an icon for a solid 55 minutes.

I also love the way that Lydia’s previous relationship experience adds a deeper layer to her relationship with Cynthia. I already kind of figured this would be the case based on the lyrics from Merely Players (“i know just what you’re feeling I’ve had that dream before”) and her conversation with Cynthia as to how school productions usually goes kind of read to me like she’s had queer relationships before. But it really reinforces how much Lydia likes Cynthia, to the point where she is willing to put her heart on the line again even though she knows how this might go.

Finally, although we don’t know whether the show will be renewed or not, the fact that the season ended with happy lesbians? Revolutionary. I’m going to be devastated if this becomes another sapphic show that’s cancelled, but I have a little peace of mind knowing that for once the lesbian couple hasn’t been left on a cliffhanger with no resolution. The reunion between Cynthia and Lydia was so lovely and Ari’s voice ? Holy shit dude!!!!!! They’re incredible. And the symbolism with the hall of mirrors, showing Cynthia giving every version of herself to Lydia? Amazing! So yeah, thank you Rise of the Pink Ladies for finally giving us some much needed portrayals of queerness with a happy ending, especially considering the context the show is set in.

#rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #grease #rotpl #grease 2 #grease: rise of the pink ladies #grease rotpl #olivia valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski #jane facciano #nancy nakagawa #lydia rotpl #cynthia x lydia #RENEW RISE OF THE PINK LADIES

[shrenvents]

Is This What You Wanted

Chapter three of the Miracle Aligner series

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Alex's POV

Reluctantly, my eyes peel open to reveal a bright daze of sunlight, seeping through the blinds of my hotel suite. I slowly shift and stretch my aching limbs, completely disoriented. Symptoms of a hangover begin to arise and I groan in discomfort.

Rising to my feet, I head to the restroom, paying no mind to the clothes that littered my bedroom floor. It was only until I glanced at the mirror that was I reminded of the night before.

Red bruises decorated my chest to my jaw. Though, one spot in particular was more significant than the rest: a bite mark that covers the left side of my neck. My lips part loosely at the sight.

Suddenly, my skull starts pounding as visions of last night's events cloud my mind.

1:57 am

After roughly swiping my key card, the force of Jennie's kiss causes my back to bang against the front door of my room, now awkwardly fiddling with its knob.

The door swings open and I flip our bodies around, backing her towards the bed with urgency. Our moans intermix as our mouths move together fervently and our tongues collide, fighting for dominance. I grip her body for support. I was utterly intoxicated by her cherry taste.

Jennie then rips away from the kiss to take a breath and I instinctively chase after her. My hunger for her was insatiable, and I could tell from the lustful look in her eyes, that the feeling was mutual.

I smirk as I regard her beautifully flushed face, dimly lit by the golden bedside lamp I left on. I affectionately caress the smear of faded lipstick that adorned her lips, and I imagine my own.

I touch my forehead to hers and her eyes flutter closed. I observe her chest rise and fall as we mellow out.

My own chest does the same, my heart hammering widely against my ribs.

"Stunning Red." My compliment makes Jennie's eyes open, peering up. She grins instantly and I shudder at the sight. Her eyes flare with a wicked thought.

Unexpectedly, Jennie drops to her knees in front of me, hands sliding down my chest until they reach my thighs. My jaw drops at once. "Christ," is all I can muster as her hands rise to meet my belt buckle. The clasp opens and I rejoice in the release of my waistband. My head tilts back. When she draws me out of my slacks I whimper, "Jennie." 

"Alexander," she replies pleasantly as if she isn't holding my cock in her fist. Becoming exasperated by her attitude, I warn, "Don't start."

"Okay." She politely utters, abruptly dropping her hands from my body. My eyes go wide and my head shoots to look at her knelt-down frame. "Don't be a tease, you know what I meant," I growl at her.

Till I met this woman, I didn't know just how pent-up I'd been. I feel as though I've been unleashed and now need her more than anything.

Without hesitation, I pluck her up from the ground and toss her onto my bed, making her yelp. I briefly gape at her scrambling on her back, shuffling the bed sheets around. Looking at her I demand, "Fuck, tell me what you need."

...

"Fuck." I rub my hand coarsely against my slack jaw. My eyes then pop in my reflection. Rushing back to my bed, I behold the empty mattress. Disappointment blackens my chest.

The redhead from yesterday was nowhere to be seen. My shoulders slump in defeat.

Surely last night had not been so bad she had to flee at dawn? From what I could recall, that was not the case. So where had she gone?

Glancing to my right, I take in the mess of papers scattered across my desk. Making my way over to it, I noticed the newfound placement of my sheets meant my lyrics were read by my recent guest. Reading them now, I can't help but be self-conscious. They really were grim, and seeing how things turned out last night, Zach and James had a point.

Millions of ideas were racing through my mind; I couldn't stop the urge I had to sit and write, thinking about what happened hours ago.

"Anything you need, tell him what you're needing."

"Get down on your knees, get down on your knees again." 

2:08 am

My bare body flattens against her lush one. I take mental notes of her figure, deliberately engraving every curve to memory.

Jennie flips us around, hovering above me with a sinful grin.

"What 'I' need?" Her sensual voice echoes throughout the room, and I nearly melt into the sheets.

A groan is the only response she receives before slamming our lips together, and I react energetically.

Our bodies interlace and I place one hand between her shoulder blades, and the other through her red locks, gripping it at its roots as my mouth deepens the desperate kiss. Her arm, in turn, wraps behind my neck, embracing me, while the other gropes my tricep. Jennie then wrenches her lips from mine, "What I need is you inside me Alexander."

I stare at her awe-stricken, my thoughts incoherent. To stop myself from almost begging, I attach our lips once again in confirmation. Jennie straddles my waist while her palms enthusiastically roam my body. When our lips break apart, I study her aligning her base with mine, marvelling at how heavenly she looks as she rips open a condom.

I suck in a sharp breath once my tip pierces her entrance.

...

"You're hovering above my bed looking down on me." 

"Dracula teeth, lipstick on my pillow via my cheek."

I smirk mindlessly at the page.

After two hours of pensive reminisce of yesterday's affair, I devised at least two songs worth of lyrics. I can already visualize the sound for them; their titles are as clear as day, and dedicated to my mystery woman.

My phone's incessant buzzing takes me out of my thoughts. Moving towards my bedside table, I click on the text notifications, ignoring the 27 missed calls covering my lock screen. With a scowl, I begin to read my texts.

8:46 a.m. Zach: Where the fuck are you? I get you're still upset but we've got work to do Al.

9: 27 a.m. Miles: Darling I've been calling you non-stop. Pick up if you're alive.

12:31 a.m. Jaime: OOOIIIIIII

Just before I close the app, I notice a text from an unknown number.

1:03 p.m. (1+416-555-0144): Heyyyyy it's Mickey (the bartender from last night)!! You left your 🎸 here. If you don't come and get it, it may or may not be sold on ebay ;))))

Immediately I wince. After Red took me by surprise, I clearly neglected to remember the $3,000 guitar I travelled with. My favourite guitar. I wail out a cry of frustration. Then I pause. Now I had an excuse to see her again.

I bolt around the room, grasping at clothes left and right, then heaving on my boots. Hurriedly, I search Les Cactus on Google Maps and head straight for the door.

Chapter 4

#smut #alex turner #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys smut #matt helders #miles kane #romance #tlsp #tlsp smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x oc #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanart #arctic monkeys x reader #jamie cook #james ford #imagine #fanfic #alex turner series

[swtnrcmnt]

୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (2)

some more to feed into your daydreams ! thank u to honeybeespam for making the funniest reblog 😭🤍 enjoy !

- i left the other one off with hearing a sad song, but if you release something like “pov” by ariana grande (which lyrically is so beautiful it makes me wanna cry bc why can’t i have that) like because it gets so popular it’s playing everywhere and the team is having a field day teasing spence :((

- it’s basically canon that he mainly listens to classical music, imagine reader puts strings in her music and he’s just like I LOVE THIS

- mathematically breaks down the chords, beats, and tempo of the song lol

- singer!reader is rich as hell which = big house. he comes over and just sees this massive space that could be transformed into a library and is like “i’m moving in.”

- showing him red carpet outfits asking for his opinion but you still can’t choose because he thinks every single one is stunning >:(

- kittens everywhere because he finally has enough space to adopt some and somebody to watch them while he’s on a case (he’s a cat person, idc what anyone says)

- also as i said in the previous hc’s, she most likely moves in with him in dc, simply because it’s possible for her to work in somewhere that’s not la and would prefer to be home when spencer’s home

- elaborating on the freaky sound bites 🤭: picture those tiktok edits with reid’s breathing and whimpering in the background but she uses it in the instrumental of a song and only he knows about it ehehehehe

- if singer!reader does some acting on the side, best believe he watches every single movie she’s in the second it hits theatres ! supportive bf things

- lmfao her showing him edits or tiktoks her fans made of him and again, he’s flattered but extremely confused and concerned by their comments and captions. bless his heart :’)

- she probably has a lot of celebrity friends and penelope screams at spencer like “:o why didn’t you tell me that you were meeting a whole group of a-listers???”

- hates hearing people talk crap about you. he knows you’re numb to it because it’s the part that literally comes with fame: hate. but he can’t help it because he knows you personally and it hurts his feeling to hear people dislike you :(

- mr technophobe who buys all your album vinyls and gets them for free from you

- sending the team pr packages of merch and new stuff you launch !! and spencer wearing the hoodies you send him 24/7 and taking sm pride in it !

- filming tiktoks with him. even if he’s not exactly in the frame it could just be him adding a little cute comment to whatever you’re wearing :)

- is super super careful about telling people personal stuff about you especially because you’re globally known and have paparazzi on u left and right

- anytime there’s a particularly sadder song on an album he’s like “is this about me :(“ because he’s so so scared of fucking up and losing you

- the fear is also like 10x worse because he knows that if you two break up, it’ll be publicly displayed and he will literally see your face everywhere and hear your name all the time if you get with somebody new

- no no no cause, prison reid… and he has to take you off the visiting list because the guys around him keep making weird comments about you :’(

- a lot of really good angsty songs came out of those three months though hehe 🤭

here’s part one ! part three

that’s all i can think about right now ! hope u like :)

again, this reblog is everything to me 🫂🫧

#swtnrcmnt ۵ #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid headcanon #i love him so much