#all I asked was please don't use my desk bc that's the only thing that's mine until you move out

[aemondsbabe]

Taunt

obviously, i feel very normal and chill about ewan's new performance in saltburn. anyways lmao this is my version of michael gavey from the vibes i got from him in the 5 seconds he's in the trailer! i have no idea if this is accurate to how he is truly portrayed in the movie! if the movie comes out and i'm totally wrong, then i don't care bc i got to have fun writing about a cheeky lil oxford student!!

summary: you're nearly failing statistics and the student your professor asks to tutor you seems to gain a sick satisfaction from seeing you squirm; he hates you...or so think.

pairing: michael gavey x reader

warnings: mature, 18+ (minors, do not enter!!!) no use of Y/N, afab reader, profanity, smut, piv smut, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub, brief daddy kink (literally one mention), dirty talk, dumbification, humiliation (only a bit), size kink if you squint, mild angst but happy ending, choking i guess (barely), public sex (they're alone but like it's still public lmao), brief discussions of math -- please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 10.5k (dear lord)

a/n: baby's first fic omg! if you enjoy this one and want to see more from me, please feel free to send in requests! (GoT, HoTD, Stranger Things, Marvel, etc!)

PRAISE | Taunt Part 2

MAKING AMENDS | Bonus

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“Right, so,” Professor Davies began, pulling a thick textbook off the shelf next to his desk, “Since we’ve only just returned from Easter holiday, I thought I’d go easy on you today.” 

A few quiet groans could be heard around the room, a couple students turning to look at one another with grimaces; in the few weeks you’ve been in Professor Davies’s class, he’s never once gone easy on you. With a small sigh, you shuffle through your spiral notebook until you come to a blank page. 

“D’you think you’ll go to the party this weekend?” Louise whispers, leaning over closer to you as she twirls a pen around in her fingers, “I heard this one is supposed to be fucking insane.”

“Like any of Felix’s parties aren’t insane?” You whisper back, smirking as you doodle a small flower on the corner of a page of paper, “Of course I’ll be there,” you murmur, watching as Professor Davies writes an intricate formula on the chalkboard, “I could really use a break, anyway…I’ve been so stressed recently.”

“Christ…” A boy, in the row of desks in front of you scoffs, just barely shaking his head as he copies down the formula, his handwriting sharp and choppy. You feel blood rush to your cheeks as you narrow your eyes, staring intently at his sandy hair. You didn’t really know him, this being your only class with him, but you’d seen him around campus, regularly passing by him in the halls. Oxford may be a large university, but when you’re on campus everyday, you begin recognizing familiar faces. 

He didn’t run in the same crowds as you at all, and you got the distinct impression that he looked down on you and the rest of your friends, but you knew his name – Michael and that he was incredibly smart, his hand promptly shooting into the air anytime Professor Davies asked a question. In the few weeks you’d been in the same statistics class, you had yet to see him get a question wrong, watching as he grinned, cocky, everytime he was praised for correctly solving even the most intricate of formulas. 

You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more the opposite, always shying away and praying not to hear Professor Davies call your name in his deep, baritone voice every time his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a volunteer, or victim, more like. While Michael clearly enjoyed the class, practically glowing with an arrogant confidence as soon as he walked into the wood paneled lecture hall, you were simply here to check it off as a requirement of your major, hoping to survive the class with a C and nothing more. 

It was annoying, you wouldn’t deny that, the way that smug smirk seemed to be permanently etched onto his face, how that stupid taunting glimmer was an ever-present fixture of his blue eyes — blue eyes which, seemingly, always managed to find their way to you, one way or another. 

His attention was intimidating at first, his cold stare leaving you unsure of what exactly his intention was. Was he trying to challenge you? Trying to determine if he knew you from somewhere else? A small part of you, a naive part, hoped that his staring was meant to be affectionate; he was cute, you’d admit it! Always showing up to class in cozy knit sweaters, his wavy hair still ruffled and untidy as if he’d just gotten out of bed, gold rimmed glasses perched atop a strong nose.

You quickly tear your gaze away from the back of Michael’s head, biting your bottom lip as you begin copying down the problem on the chalkboard, pausing briefly when you see, from the corner of your eye, his head turn as he glances at you over his shoulder. You felt your cheeks flush despite yourself, that small, sanguine voice in the back of your head cheering. 

“Now, then,” Professor Davies booms, dropping the textbook down on his desk with a cacophonous thud before sweeping his eyes across the classroom, “A bit of review before we really dive in…” He continues, pacing around the front of the room as he explains the various parts and pieces of the equation on the board. 

“What do you think you’ll wear?” Louise asks, leaning over once more to whisper in your ear, you can smell her signature floral perfume on her hair, “I was thinking I’d do that new blue-ish dress I got, you know, the strappy one?”

“Might still be too cold for strappy,” you whisper back, half listening to the professor drone on as you continue doodling on your paper, pausing every few minutes to jot down a few haphazard notes, “I was just thinking I’d do a jumper, probably a skirt and tights–”

Suddenly, you hear Professor Davies call your name, your cheeks practically stinging as blood rushes to your face. Sitting up straighter, you finally find the courage to meet his stern gaze, “Since you seem all too eager to share your thoughts,” He continues slowly stalking towards you across wooden floorboards that softly creak beneath his feet, “Would you care to enlighten us with the solution to the quadratic equation on the board?” He comes to a stop, hands clasped behind his back as he patiently waits for you to answer, a small, knowing smile poised on his lips. 

“I– uhm, well,” you stutter, glancing back and forth between your barely there notes and the chalkboard, throat growing tighter as you feel everyone's eyes on you, “Don’t you need to solve for G first?”

“And how would you go about doing that?”

“Well, you would…” You trail off, desperately trying to remember the lessons you’d had before Easter holiday, absentmindedly picking at your cuticle as you pray to be anywhere but here or for a hole to open in the floor and swallow you whole, “I…I don’t recall, professor. I’m sorry.” You finally say, not being able to meet his gaze as you stare intently at your lap, desperately willing yourself not to cry, even as you feel your eyes stinging. 

“Perhaps, in the future, it would be of benefit to socialize with your friends outside of my classroom.” Professor Davies admonishes, giving a sharp glare to Louise as well, who manages an apologetic smile. “Yes, Professor.” You whisper, keeping your eyes downturned. 

Finally, you hear the floorboards softly creaking once more as Professor Davies makes his way back up to the podium at the front of the room and once again resumes his lecture. You can’t help but pause for a second when you hear a small snicker from the tall boy in front of you, sensing as he peers at you over his shoulder once again. 

“Would anyone else like to take a crack at the problem on the board?” Professor Davies asks, leaning against the old, worn podium at the front of the room. Like clockwork, Michael’s hand shoots into the air. Somehow, that makes you blush even harder.

Eventually, Professor Davies finishes his lecture and retrieves his dark leather briefcase from under the desk, pulling a thick stack of papers out and sitting them on the podium, leaning over it with a sigh, “I have your tests graded. Most of you did very well, you should be pleased with yourselves. Some of you, however,” He says pointedly, “Could benefit greatly from a closer study of the material.”

Slowly, he walks around the room passing back tests, throwing out a comment here and there as he did so. You already know you hadn't done well on that particular test and dread getting it back and confirming your suspicions, so you keep yourself busy, choosing to meticulously pack up your things instead. 

“Mr. Gavey,” he said a few feet away from you, papers rustling as he slid the test across the wooden surface of the long bench desks, “Once more, an outstanding job! Top of the class, keep it up.” 

“Thank you, Professor,” you glance up, watching as he takes the paper with a humble nod, that same, oh-so pleased smile gracing his angular face. He must sense you looking at him and quickly shifts his gaze in your direction, eyes glimmering with self-satisfaction behind his gold-rimmed glasses as his smile quickly turns into a smirk. Finally, you tear your gaze away from his with a small, bewildered huff. Why did he seem to get so much satisfaction from besting you, of all people? It’s not like you were exactly an academic threat. 

“Ms. Bickerstaff,” Professor Davies says, finally appearing next to the table you and Louise sat at, “Not bad, a bit more effort next time and you’re sure to be on track,” he remarks, sliding her paper across the desk. Louise thanks him with a small smile as she flips through her test, eyes scanning over his marks. 

Finally, Professor Davies stands before you once again, your paper the very last in his hands. You hear him mutter your last name before he slides the paper across the desk to you, and you can’t help but deflate as you see your grade; you knew it would be bad, but that? How on Earth were you going to recover your average? What if you had to retake the whole course? What if you failed out of Oxford entirely? Your parents had sacrificed so much to help you get here, spending years and untold amounts of money on private tutors and extracurricular materials, all to help you have an impressive application! Not to mention the money just for the course fees! Unlike most of your friends, you didn’t come from piles and piles of money and status – your family was alright, sure, but you were definitely several tax brackets below them. 

As your thoughts spiraled, you felt Louise elbow you in the side at the same time you heard Professor Davies address you again. Shaking your head to clear your scattered thoughts, you clear your throat and finally turn to look up at him, “Sorry, yes, Professor?” 

“As I was saying,” Professor Davies continues, tapping the papers in front of you, “I would like to discuss your performance with you today, after class. Please meet me at the front of the room before you go.”

“Yes, sir.” you mumble dejectedly, nodding as you quickly flip the test over, embarrassed at the thought of anyone else seeing your grade. 

“I’ll see you later, babes,” Louise says a few minutes later as everyone is clearing out of the room, “Good luck!” She whispers, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before making her way to the door.

“Thanks!” you smile weakly, swallowing the lump in your throat before picking up your things and heading to the front of the room. The afternoon sun is already getting lower in the sky, beams of light shining into the room, bathing rectangular swaths of the floor in bright, golden light and highlighting motes of dust as they scatter in the air. Only a few students are left in the classroom, some of them finishing up notes while others type out quick texts. As you walk by his desk, you notice Michael scribbling down notes in his planner. 

You shuffle your feet nervously as you stand in front of the sizable oak desk that your professor sits at, watching as he adds a sticky note to the top of another stack of papers, “You wanted to see me, Professor?”

“Ah, yes!” He says, looking up at you over his glasses. He quickly caps his pen and stands, walking around the desk to stand in front of you, “I know this class has been quite the challenge,” he begins, leaning against the desk, “But, I think I’ve found a solution for you.” 

“You have?” You ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“I think you could benefit greatly from a tutor, perhaps a peer who could explain the material to you in a different way,” he continues, “And I have just the student in mind.” Instantly, you feel a pit beginning to form in your stomach, biting your bottom lip as you watch Professor Davies motion for someone behind you to come up to the desk, “Mr. Gavey, if you could join us up here, please.”

You freeze when you feel him saunter up beside you, eyeing him out of the corner of your eye. He was so much taller than you, your head barely grazing his shoulder, as he came to a stop next to you, standing casually with his backpack slung over one shoulder. 

Professor Davies once again turns his attention to you, motioning to Michael as he speaks, “Mr. Gavey here is one of my most capable students,” you can’t help but notice him stand up straighter at the comment, growing somehow even taller, “I’ve taken the liberty of asking him if he would be so kind as to assist you with some of the course work and he agreed.” You freeze a little at that, stunned that he would be so quick to help you when he seems to relish any opportunity to make you squirm. “I’ve given it some thought,” the professor continues, fixing you with a stern gaze, “And I’m willing to let you make corrections to your test and resubmit it for half credit.”

“Oh, thank you so much, prof–”

“However,” he adds, crossing his arms over his chest, “This will be the only time I do so. From now on, I suggest you see Mr. Gavey here on a regular basis; the material is only going to get more challenging as we begin this next unit.”

“Of course, professor. Thank you again.” You respond quietly, shifting uneasily as you stand between the two men. 

“Right, well, now that’s sorted,” Professor Davies says, clapping his hands together once as he turns and makes his way back over to the desk chair, sitting down with a tired sigh, “I trust the two of you can come to an agreement upon when and where to meet. I’ll see you again Monday, have a pleasant weekend.” He says, waving his hand dismissively as he goes back to organizing his papers. 

The two of you murmur your goodbyes before making your way into the hall, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as he follows you out of the classroom. Eventually, you come across a small alcove in the hallway; finally turning to face him, you let your eyes sweep up his body, finally coming to meet his blue eyes, slightly hidden behind the glare of the hallway lights on his glasses. 

“So,” you clear your throat and shift on your feet awkwardly, “Uh, what time works for you? I really can’t do Saturdays–” you begin, only to be cut off.

“Shame,” Michael sighs dismissively, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth, “Saturday is the only day that works for me.” 

The tone of his voice and the mirthful glint in his eyes makes you very much doubt that, your gaze narrowing, “Okay, well Saturday’s are the only day I have off,” you huff, only growing more annoyed as the stupid smirk on his face grows with satisfaction, no doubt pleased that he’s being a nuisance, “Besides, I super can’t tomorrow, anyway. I already promised my friends I’d come with them to this party tha–”

“Oh, I know about your little party,” Michael scoffs, “Trust me, love, the whole damn class heard about that stupid fucking party with the way you lot were running your mouths earlier,” he chuckles coldly, continuing in an exaggerated high-pitched voice, one hand coming up to mime twirling a lock of hair, “Oooooh, it’s so cold, can’t wear the fuckin’ strappy dress, gotta wear me jumper and little slutty skirt, la-dee-dah.” He finishes with a final huff of laughter. 

“What is your deal with me?!” You finally snap, glaring at him, even as you feel your face redden, “You’ve been a dick all semester and I haven’t done anything to you! I’ve never even talked to you!” Glancing around the empty hallway, you cross your arms over your chest, praying no one’s in earshot to hear your hissed tirade.

“I might not know you but I know plenty about your little friends,” he sneers, shaking his head like a disappointed father; the sight makes your blood boil.

“What does that even mean?” You demand, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. What did your friends have to do with any of this? None of them ever spoke about Michael, none of them even knew him as far as you were aware. 

His face softens, if only for a moment, as he registers the genuine confusion on your face, smirk faltering as his eyes narrow. He leans in closer to you as he begins speaking again and you can’t help but get a brief smell of the cologne he wears, something warm and woodsy that makes you think of a bookshop and the smell of the forest after it rains, “Come on,” he starts, blue eyes flitting between both of yours as he looks at you intently, “Felix Catton? You and your little friend, the one from class, you go around with him, yeah?”

You nod, giving him another puzzled look, confused as to what the hell Felix has to do with any of his disdain, “Yeah,” you say slowly, drawing out the word, “But, what does he have to do with anything?”

Michael huffs once more, almost laughing to himself as he shakes his head, burying his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “See, we went to school together, him and I – some of primary, all of secondary,” he shrugs, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he traps you in his gaze once again, “And I just don’t fucking like the guy. Can’t stand him, never could’ve.” 

You’re silent for a second, and now it’s your turn to flick your eyes back and forth, searching each of his for some sort of coherent answer and yet you come up empty. “But, what does that have to do with me?” You ask slowly, making sure to carefully enunciate each word.

“Don’t trust the people around him either,” he mutters, gazing down at his shoe, “Weirdos, the whole lot. There’s something…off about the guy. Can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something dark there, all around him. Like he’s putting on one big show. All his little gremlins do too, they all act the same.”

The two of you are silent for a moment, neither knowing quite what to say next. You chance a glance up at him, nearly gasping when you find him already gazing at you – an unreadable expression on his face. Yet a light blush still blooms on your cheeks as you quickly look away once again, your heart thudding so loudly you’re wondering if he can hear it – hell, you’re wondering why you’re reacting this way at all, why you’re so shy and skittish around him. 

“M’not like that,” you very nearly whisper, finally seeming to regain your voice. Only to lose it once again when he takes a half step toward you, suddenly crowding you further into the small alcove.

He makes a small noise, damn near cooing at you, tilting his head to the side when he notices you flinch as he raises an arm, gently raising your chin with one hand, angling your head up to meet his gaze, that signature smirk once again taking hold on his face as he looks at you curiously, “You’re not like that, are you?” He asks, his voice low and raspy. 

You quickly shake your head, blinking up at him, unsure of what exactly he wants from you. You feel your cheeks stinging for the umpteenth time today with how hard you’re blushing, a strange feeling taking root in your stomach the longer you stare at him, that small voice in your head positively cheering. 

But, as quickly as whatever spell he seems to have on you takes hold, it’s broken as he suddenly lets go of your chin and steps back, casually pursing his lips and nodding to himself, coming to some unknown decision in his head, “Meet me in Bodleian, tomorrow at five. There’s hardly anyone up on the third floor on the weekends, so we'll be able to focus.” He says simply, turning on his heel to leave without even giving you a second to answer.

“But I’m bus–”

“D’you want a good grade or do you want to go get drunk with your creepy gremlin friends?” He asks, peering over his shoulder as he saunters down the hallway, raising an eyebrow at you over the shiny gold rim of his glasses, “S’your call, love.” He finishes with a shrug, disappearing as he turns a corner and leaves you standing there alone, frowning and dumbstruck. 

“Bodleian at five it is,” you mutter to yourself, sighing as you turn and walk the opposite way, desperately trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the fog in your brain. 

Your shoes tap against the stone pavement as you walk up to the old library, backpack slung over one shoulder; reaching into a pocket of your backpack, you blindly grab for your phone as you pull open one of the heavy, old wooden doors and step into the atrium. Out of all of Oxford’s libraries, you had to admit that Bodleian was one of your favorites; it had such a soothing atmosphere – from the way the evening light trickled in through the old glass windows, to the intricate wooden decor, and the way the entire place smelled of the old, well-loved books that lined the countless rows of shelves. 

Stepping to the side of the entryway, you check the time, your hand shaking a bit as you unlock your phone – 4:53pm, a little early, still. Sighing, you crane your head, nervously looking for Michael. Not seeing him, you decide to bide your time examining one of the tall bookshelves near the entrance, eyes skimming over their titles as you fiddle with the strings of the hoodie you’d decided to wear. Smiling, you lean up on your tiptoes to grab a copy of The Two Towers, happy to see a familiar book. Just as your fingers graze over the embossed gold lettering on the spine of the book, a large pair of hands grab you by the shoulders.

“Boo!” Someone whispers, close enough that you feel the warmth of their breath on the side of your neck. 

You spin around with a small shriek, jerking your head to the side when a hand is suddenly clasped over your mouth.

“Shh! Hey, relax!” Finally managing to focus on the face in front of you, your breathing slows as your gaze meets a pair of round blue eyes. Michael’s face is only inches from yours, concern evident, even behind the mask of a smirk he wears. “It’s only me.” He says softly, smirk softening into a genuine smile that sends a frantic tingle down your spine, which you desperately try to ignore as you nod against his hand, gasping in a small breath as it lowers once again to rest on your shoulder. 

“Hi.” Blinking up at him, you breathe the word more so than say it as you settle back on your feet, cheeks flushing as you realize he has his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you forward ever so slightly, like he wanted to make sure your head didn’t hit the sharp edge of one of the shelves; the voice in your head purrs as the butterflies in your stomach summersalt. 

“Hi.” He answers and you feel the hand on your shoulder twitch, the ghost of a comforting squeeze or rub causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end as some strange, warm weight settles in the pit of your stomach. 

Suddenly, whatever spell the two of you seemed to be under broke and you quickly clambered away from one another. Michael cleared his throat, running a hand through his wheat colored hair as you tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie, trying to look anywhere but in his direction. “Should we–” He starts suddenly, nodding his head to a staircase at the other end of the room, “It’ll be quieter up there.”

“Sure!” You chirp, giving him a curt nod, “Lead the way, you seem to know the place better than I do.”

“Well,” he chuckles, keeping his voice low as he moves past you, “S’what happens when you don’t spend all your damn time at weirdo parties.” 

You roll your eyes behind him, huffing as you start following him up the staircase, one of your hands gliding across the smooth, polished wood of the bannister. 

“Sorry.” He says suddenly as you reach the third floor of the library, running a hand through his hair once again as he stands at the top of the staircase. 

“What?” You ask, coming to a stop on the last step and looking up at him, tilting your head to the side as you lean against the handrail. 

“For earlier,” he explains, gesturing for you to follow him as he starts making his way to the back corner of the large, open space, the one furthest from the stairs, “Scaring you, I mean. Didn’t mean to.”

You’re quiet for a moment, following him as the two of you walk past aisle after aisle of towering bookshelves. The area is definitely quieter than the main floor, nearly vacant aside from one or two lone students sitting at the long wooden study tables. It’s calm up here, evening light filtering in through large windows on either end of the long room, casting large shadows on the floor and vaulted ceilings.

Eventually, the two of you come to a stop at a table, the very last in its row, tucked away in a corner. “It’s alright,” you shrug, trying to keep your voice soft in the quiet space as you sit your backpack on the edge of the table, “I don’t know why I’m so jumpy today, maybe the tea from earlier.” You lie, hopefully smoothly, and quickly grab a pen and notebook as well, before sitting down.

Michael huffs to himself as he sits his things out on the table as well, like he’s laughing at a joke you can’t hear, “Maybe it’s all that tension.”

“Wh– tension?” You question, cringing at the urgency in your voice as you pray that he doesn’t pick up on it, shifting in your seat as he pulls out the chair next to you and plops down, completely relaxed as if he owns the place. 

“The stress? That you were meant to be working out at Catton’s?” He gives you an odd look, resting his head against his hand as he leans his elbow on the table, “Couldn’t help but overhear your little conversation yesterday.”

“Oh…” You breathe, a pink haze settling over your cheeks once more as you fidget with your pen, acutely aware of how easily he seems to be able to make you blush. 

The smirk on his face widens as he narrows his eyes, studying you in a way that makes your heart squeeze, your thighs clenching together as that heady weight from earlier makes itself known again in your stomach, “You can’t keep one thought in that head, can you, love?”

You blink, unsure of what to say, as two halves of your brain argue with one another. Why is he so mean? You wonder to yourself, eyes searching his, as you frown, And…God, why do I like it?

“Why don’t you like me?” You ask, finally breaking the silence with your small voice. 

He scoffs again, shaking his head as if the answer should be obvious to you, “You don’t take it seriously. You come to class and whisper and gossip with your damn friend or doodle in your little notebook, but you don’t fucking listen.” He sits back up, frowning, “I work hard every fucking day in there, for fuck’s sake, I only agreed to help you because I want to be Davies’s teaching assistant next year! Yet you and Catton and everyone like you can just pay their way in here, collecting a little diploma from Oxford just so their parents can brag about it with their stupid fucking rich friends.” He finally finishes, turning his head to stare out the window. 

“Told you, I’m not like that,” you whisper after a moment, voice wavering from the tightness in the back of your throat, “I’m here on scholarship, same as you.” 

His eyes flit back to you, his frown deepening, “How did you know ab–”

“Like I’m not going to ask around about the guy tutoring me?”

“Fair enough.” He concedes after a minute. 

Silence settles over the two of you again, like a stalemate, waiting to see who would crack first. Finally, you turn to him with a sigh, nodding to your test paper on the desk, “Can we just get this done? I don’t want to be here any more than you do.”

“Ah, of course,” he nods as he picks up your test, looking over the first incorrect problem, “Catton’s big important party. And you’re stuck here with a loser like me; must really be doing your head in, huh?” 

You want so badly to correct him, to tell him that no, actually, for once, you were kind of excited to not be at one of Felix’s parties. You wanted to tell him that you’d hoped things would be different, maybe if it was just the two of you he would drop the arrogant asshole bit, that you stupidly hoped it was just an act. 

Instead, you bite your lip, determined not to lash out and give him another reason to dislike you, “I don’t think you’re a loser, Michael,” you say, tiredly meeting his gaze, “Can we just focus on this now, please?” 

He’s quiet for a moment, frozen like you’d said something groundbreaking. Finally, he nods his head, almost imperceptibly like he’d come to a decision you weren’t privy to, “Sure,” he says gruffly, grabbing your test and reading over the first incorrect problem, “S’not like I’m the one failing.” He finishes, his voice tight and determined, like he knew it was something he’d regret saying even as the words left his mouth. 

See? You think silently, pointed words aimed at that stupid voice in your head, Told you so.

It’s barely an hour later and you already feel cross-eyed, groaning as Michael flips your test over to the next page and you see you’re only just now halfway done correcting the ones you’d gotten wrong. You hate to admit it to yourself, but his tutoring was helping — problems that you’d hardly been able to finish the first time seem far less daunting as he explains them to you. Even he seems less daunting as the hour goes on; shockingly, he doesn’t make anymore snide comments and you can tell that he genuinely enjoys talking about the subject, patiently helping you through each problem. 

“Can we take a break?” You grumble, laying your head down on top of your textbook. 

“What?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he checks his watch, “It’s hardly been an hour and you’re ready to give up?” 

“‘M not giving up,” you mumble, “I just think we could use a little break…” You say hopefully, looking at him with a small smile. When he doesn’t break, holding your gaze with a frown, you sigh, “Just, like, ten minutes, please?” 

You want to groan again when you see that formidable smirk make its home on his lips again, “Say please again.” He commands, his voice low. 

“Huh?” You balk, nearly dropping your phone as you retrieve it from your pocket. 

“Say please again,” he says slowly, his smirk only growing wider as he watches your cheeks redden, “Beg.” 

“W-why?” You question, face burning as you try your damndest to look unbothered by his request. 

He shrugs dismissively, “Makes you squirm,” he answers finally, leaning back in his chair, “I like that.”

“Why?” Your voice is so small you doubt he’d even know you spoke if his eyes weren’t fixed on you. 

He hums, a satisfied noise, like you’ve finally managed to meander into a trap he’d set ages ago, “S’fucking cute,” he huffs out a laugh when he sees your eyes widen, “Makes you blush and act all dumb.” 

You know you should be offended, but you can’t find it within yourself to care, “You think I’m cute?” 

He chuckles, sighing, “That’s what you choose to focus on?” 

“Do you?” 

“Fine, yes.” 

“Please, Michael,” you say suddenly, the words feeling practically punched from your throat, “Please, please can we have a break? Please, only ten minutes?” You beg, breathing hard as you quickly scan the room, shoulders relaxing when you don’t see anyone else sitting at the study tables. 

You see the way his eyes widen behind his glasses, like he can’t believe you actually did it, before they narrow once more, overtaken by a satisfied gleam, “Ten minutes.” He says simply, leaning back in his chair yet again, letting his head flop back, relaxed, and closes his eyes. 

You don’t move for a second, letting your eyes study the side of his face, looking over his sharp jawline and the curve of his nose. After a moment, you look away, deciding to pull out your phone. 

A few minutes go by as you answer a few texts from Louise, telling her that you miss her too and how you wish you were at the party — a lie, though you can’t find it within yourself to care. You busy yourself for a while longer, watching a few people's Instagram stories, the volume on your phone muted as you watch your friends dance under colorful strobe lights, blowing smoke at the camera and clinking drinks together. 

“I meant what I said.” You say finally, laying your phone on the table and picking at one of your cuticles. 

“Hm?” Michael questions, not bothering to open his eyes. 

“I don’t think you’re a loser,” you answer, fidgeting, “I never have. I think you’re…intriguing.”

“Intriguing?” He asks, finally sitting up and looking at you with a questioning stare, “How so?” 

You swallow, tucking your hair behind your ear with a shrug, “You’re smart…you know you’re smart,” you start, voice small and shaky, “I like that.”

“You like that or you like me?” He’s looking at you like a cat playing with a helpless mouse, looking at you like he knows he’s already won a game you don’t even know the two of you are playing. 

“You.” It comes out as a breath. 

He doesn’t answer and eventually you look away from him, choosing to stare out the window at the streetlights outside, the sky dark. 

Finally, the silence becomes overbearing and you break first again, “Thank you,” you smile at him, keeping your voice low even though you know the rest of the floor is vacant, even though the noise of the floors below has drastically faded over the last hour, “For helping me, I mean. You probably have a dozen things you’d rather do on a Saturday.” 

He stays quiet for a few seconds, “I didn’t really have anything better to do,” he smirks, “No parties.” 

“None?” 

“Never,” he shakes his head, shrugging, “Don’t get invited.” 

“Oh,” you answer simply, “Well, still, either way, thank you.” You smile again, but it falters when he leans forward suddenly, crowding into your space with a sly grin, so close that you can feel his breath on your neck. 

“I know a way you could repay me, love,” he whispers lowly into your ear, your hair standing on end, “Only if you want to, of course.” He adds, his long fingers toying with a strand of your hair. 

Your eyes grow comically wide as you process what he just said, “H-how do you want me to repay you?” You whisper, your eyes finally meeting his. 

He laughs softly, letting go of the strand of your hair to rest his hand lightly against the side of your face, his thumb skimming over your cheek as he watches a rosy hue settle across it, “I can think,” he starts, thumb moving lower to skate across your bottom lip, slightly tugging the skin with it, “Of one very fucking good way to put this mouth to use, love.” 

You part your lips slightly, letting the tip of his thumb into your mouth, just barely holding it between your teeth as you lightly run your tongue over it, heart skipping a beat at the way his lips just barely part in shock as you do. The voice in your head purrs again, roaring back to life, and you nod, smiling around his finger. 

“Yeah?” He questions, smirking as he watches your lips twitch around his thumb, “”Y’wanna?”

“Yes.” You reply around his thumb, your hands coming up to hold onto his forearm, the fabric of his rust colored sweater soft under your hands. 

“Beg.” He commands again, eyes twinkling. 

You take in a breath, eyes slipping shut as your thighs clench around nothing – missing the way Michael glances down at the movement, a knowing grin forming on his face, “Please, Michael.” You practically whine. 

“Ooh,” he coos, finally moving his thumb from your mouth, only to trail his hand down your neck, lightly resting it against your throat, “I think you can do better than that, pretty. Open your eyes and damn beg.” 

You follow his orders, a small whimper skirting past your lips at the new pet name as you open your eyes, “Please, Michael, please let me repay you, let me thank you, please.” The words tumble out, your eyes wide and pleading. 

“How’re you planning on doing that, empty headed little thing?” He taunts, the hand around your throat just barely tightening but it’s enough to make you let out a small, desperate whine. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, moving close enough to you that the front of his chest is plastered to your side, his heart beating against your shoulder, “Ask for what you want, beg properly.” His breath fans across the side of your face again, the feeling of his lips brushing over the side of your jaw making you jump. 

“Please, God, Michael,” you whine, squeezing your legs together so hard you’re surprised they haven’t fused together, “P-please let me suck your cock — to thank you, thank you for helping me.” You add quickly, breath shaky as you turn your head to look at him imploringly. 

He chuckles, but he looks pleased as he leans back momentarily, craning his neck to make sure there isn’t anyone around, “Alright, alright, love,” he soothes, coming back to face you, nodding his head to the empty space in front of his hair, below the table, “Not God, but I’ll give you what you want.” He teases.

Your breath catches in your throat as you look down at the floor beneath the desk, then back up at him before nodding, “Yes, sir.” You push yourself off your chair, sliding down beneath the desk. 

“Goddammit,” you hear him groan above you, running his palms over his thighs as he parts them, making room for you, “Keep that up, love, might even give you extra credit.” 

You rest your palms against the tops of his thighs as you move between his legs, getting comfortable on your knees, the old wooden floor cool against your skin, even through your black leggings. Finally, your eyes settle on the sizable bulge, covered by his dark jeans, and you can’t help the small whine that leaves your lips. Slowly, you move your hands up to the button of his pants, quickly popping it open and dragging the zipper down, smiling when Michael sighs above you as he pulls his sweater up out of the way, exposing the pale skin of his stomach. You let your eyes roam over him, warmth settling between your legs as you spot the dusting of light hair that starts beneath his belly button and leads downwards, disappearing under his plaid boxers.

You move closer to him, crowding in between his long legs, as you hook your fingers over the tops of his boxers, before finally looking up at him, “Can I…?” You ask, nodding to where his cock is straining against the fabric. 

“Don’t be shy now, princess,” he groans, running a hand through your hair as he stares down at you, “Get on with it.”

You keep your eyes on his as you pull his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, watching the way his chest heaves as he lets out another relieved sigh. Finally, you tear your gaze away from his as you look at his cock, gasping in a breath as you do. As far as dicks go, Michaels is impressive, beautiful even – long and thick with veins running up the underside, leading up to a flushed, leaking tip. 

You take him in your hand tentatively, squeezing him lightly around the base, your confidence growing when he grunts, breathing heavier. Finally, you lightly lick the tip, eyes sliding closed at the pleasant, salty taste of his pre-cum. You take the tip of him in your mouth, humming around him when his fingers tighten in your hair, lightly pushing on the back of your head, silently urging you to take more of him. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he roughly groans, managing to keep his voice low, “Knew that pretty fucking mouth was good for something.” He moves his hips, impatiently thrusting his cock an inch deeper into your mouth, breathily cursing under his breath. 

You start bobbing your head up and down over his length, taking more and more of him into your mouth, more of his pre-cum leaking onto your tongue as you feel his dick throb and twitch in your hand. After a moment, you take a deep breath through your nose and remove your hand, resting it on his thigh, as you take him all the way to the base, your nose nestled in the short patch of hair there as you breathe in his heady scent, your eyes glazing over as you savor the feeling of him at the back of your throat. 

“Jesus!” He grunts, louder than he meant to, keeping your head in place as he thrusts his hips up again, keeping you in place at the base of his cock, “Fuck, that’s it,” he praised lowly, your center throbbing, no doubt leaking onto the fabric of your leggings, “Look at me, wanna see your eyes while I fuck your throat.”

You whine, desperately blinking back tears as you look up at him, trying to keep your breathing even. You hold his gaze as you stick your tongue out, licking lower, down toward his balls, relishing the way his eyes roll back as you do, stomach muscles twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up into your mouth, soaking his boxers and jeans with your spit. 

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he groans, looking down at you, his eyelids heavy, “God, yeah, cry on my cock love. Fuck, you look so pretty crying on my cock.” He mumbles, talking to himself more so than you. 

His words send a shiver down your spine, adding to the heat in your center, and you whimper when he finally moves his hand from the back of your head, allowing you to come up for air. You do, with a gasp, thin strings of spit connecting your reddened lips with the flushed head of his cock. You keep your eyes on his as you wrap your lips around him once more, running your tongue along the thick vein on the underside before sucking at the swollen tip, relishing the way it makes him clench his jaw and gasp through his teeth as you stroke the rest of him with your hand. 

Above you, he smirks again, gently running his hand through your hair but making no move to press your head down again. He cocks his head to the side, studying you, grinning at the far-off, foggy look in your eyes, “Not a thought in that pretty head, is there?” He asks, bringing his hand down and gently patting your cheek; the ghost of a slap making your thighs clench, making your head dizzy with need. 

You nod around him, moving your head up and down along his length. You feel yourself throbbing with need, pulsing with heat; almost automatically, your hand starts to wander, a small sigh escaping you as your hand presses against your center through your leggings. You feel a warmth settle across your cheeks again as you feel your own wetness, leaking through the fabric just as you’d suspected. You whimper as you press down again, your eyes falling shut as you let your hips grind against your fingers, the wet fabric creating a delicious friction against your clit. 

Which you get to feel for all of five seconds before Michael is suddenly yanking your head from his length, causing you to yelp as he tugs your hair. “Did I say you could touch your cunt?” 

“N-no,” you whine pathetically, eyes watering from the harsh hold he has on your hair, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t think—“ You try to explain, only for him to cut you off with another harsh tug, making you mewl. 

“That’s a pattern with you, isn’t it?” He asks, looking at you with a condescending smirk, studying you again, “You were being such a good girl earlier, what happened? Hm?” He questions, pushing his chair back enough to pull you out from under the table. 

You get to your feet, suddenly feeling shy in front of him once again despite having his cock in your mouth mere moments ago. “I…got distracted.” You answer finally. 

“I got distracted….who?” He asks, looking up at you expectantly over the rims of his glasses. 

“I got distracted, sir,” you quickly correct yourself, eyes frantically scanning the still vacant floor of the library, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s much better, love,” he drawls, placing his hands on your hips, “Now, what could’ve been so fucking distracting, huh?” He starts moving his hands, slowly, toward your center, still looking up at you, his eyes questioning. You nod your head, just barely but enough for him to understand, and any hesitancy from him quickly disappeared. “Could it be this, I wonder?” He questions sardonically, suddenly cupping your heat in his large hand, the warmth of it nearly making your knees buckle, even through the thin fabric of your leggings. He hums, the sound low in his chest, when he feels how much you’ve soaked the fabric, 

“Oh,” you whimper, grabbing at his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as his fingers continue to tease you, rubbing circles into your clit, “Oh my God, fuck.”

“Christ,” he breathes, staring up at you with dark eyes, “So fucking wet, love, holy hell. Did you get this way just from sucking my cock?”

“Yeah,” you whine, nodding your head desperately as you try to swallow all the small noises you want to make in your throat, your hips rutting against his hand, “Please, sir!”

“Oh, so now that dumb brain has no trouble remembering damn instructions, huh?” He taunts, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers rub your clit in smaller, harsher circles, making you see stars, “Need your wet little cunt played with to be able to do as you're told?”

You nod your head frantically, tears nearly spilling from your eyes at the zaps of pleasure radiating from you, your walls clenching around nothing. Just as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge, he stops, jerking his hand away from you with a knowing chuckle, “W-what?” You question, eyes blinking open, “I was so close!” You whine, nearly stamping your foot on the floor like a petulant child. 

“Told you,” Michael shrugs, pulling you to sit in his lap, your back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. His breath tickles the side of your neck and face when he speaks again, “You’re so fun to tease, love, can’t help myself.”

You wiggle in his grasp, making him groan as your ass grinds against his hard length, desperately trying to get your hands free to touch your pussy again, nearly out of your mind with need. “P-please, sir, please touch me!” You finally gasp out, knowing he won’t give in until you do.

“Now there’s a good girl,” he says, voice pleased and cocky as he plants kisses along the side of your neck, “Since you asked so nicely…” He says, letting go of one of your arms, letting you grasp the arm still wrapped around you with your hands, as his free hand skirts down your stomach to the top of your leggings, pausing long enough for you to nod again, before he finally touches you. 

You whimper, jerking in his lap at the feel of his warm fingers directly on your heat for the first time, spreading your wet folds with a satisfied hum. His long fingers move down to your entrance, gathering some of the wetness there, “You’re so fucking wet,” he marvels, dragging his fingers up to your aching clit, “Fucking dripping on my fingers.” He murmurs in your ear, nipping at the side of your neck and sending tingles down your spine as he starts rubbing tight, wet circles against your bud. 

You tilt your head back, resting it against his shoulder as your chest heaves. A moan leaves your mouth, louder than it should be, and Michaels free hand shoots up, wrapping around your mouth. “Gotta be quiet, love,” he whispers, not slowing down the movement of his fingers in the slightest, “Wouldn’t want someone to interrupt, hm? Make me stop again?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, whining desperately against his hand as he moves his fingers against you, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter. Your whole body lurches atop his, making him suck a breath in through his teeth as you move against his cock, still hard and hot as it presses against your lower back, when he moves his hand lower, plunging two fingers into your tight heat with no warning. “Fuck!” You yelp, muffled against his hand; tears leak from the corners of your eyes as he moves his fingers, scissoring them into you relentlessly as his thumb circles your clit. 

“S’fucking tight,” he mumbles lowly, voice vibrating his chest against your back, “God, you’re tight.” He grunts between clenched teeth, repeatedly crooking his fingers inside you as he fucks his fingers in and out of your heat, letting out small, barely there groans every time your pussy squelches around his fingers as he punches muffled whines and whimpers from you. He crooks his fingers up suddenly in a way that makes you see stars as you writhe on his lap, your knees shooting up off the floor as you attempt to curl up on yourself, “That the spot?” He teases, relentlessly rubbing his fingers against it as his thumb quickens against your clit. He adds a third finger without warning, curling them up against that rough patch inside you as he bites down on your shoulder, muffling his own groan as he feels you clench down on his fingers. 

“You gonna come?” He mumbles, grinning like a cheshire cat when you frantically nod your head, tears leaking onto the hand still wrapped tightly around your mouth. “Open your eyes,” he commands, not stopping his movements, “Want you to watch what I’m doing to you when you fucking cum.”

At the promise of finally getting to come, your eyes shoot open as you pick your head up off his shoulder, looking down the length of your body to where his hand disappears under your leggings. You practically come undone at the sight, watching as his hand moves against you through the dark fabric, maintaining a careful rhythm. “Michael, please!” You whine against his hand, desperately trying to keep your eyes open. 

He chuckles lowly, clearly proud of how quickly he’s been able to reduce you into a begging mess, the sound reverberating off your back. “Fucking come,” he commands, doubling his efforts, “Soak my fucking hand, love.”

The coil in your stomach finally snaps and you sob, eyes snapping shut as your whole body clenches, shaking in his lap, as fireworks burst behind your eyelids. Your entire core clamps down so tight he has to fight to keep his fingers within you, muting the sounds of his groans against your neck and shoulder as he feels your cunt pulse against his fingers. He doesn’t let up, pressing incessantly against that spot within you as you come, until he finally gets what he wants – both of you groaning together, noises muffled, as a stream of fluid seems to erupt from your center, soaking his hand and the inside of your leggings, though you can’t think enough to care at the moment. 

“Goddammit,” he grunts, finally removing his hand from your leggings, running his fingers through your folds one last time just to make you squirm. Suddenly, he’s lifting you off his lap enough to turn you around, maneuvering you to face him. You’re practically boneless in his lap as he lifts you just enough to pull your leggings down over your ass, pressing his bare cock against your still throbbing center when he sets you back down, “Gonna let me fuck you, love? Hm? Want me to make you go dumb around my cock?” 

You nod your head weakly, not bothering to lift it from his shoulder as you straddle his lap. He doesn’t make you beg this time, too desperate to feel your wet heat around him, as he swiftly lifts you up again, just enough to align his length with your entrance. 

Both of you moan as he lets you sit back down, his hard length disappearing into your warmth. He holds the back of your head, pressing your mouth against his neck to muffle your cries; you can feel his jaw clench with the effort of keeping his own muted. He fills you deliciously, thick cock pressed against every part of you, as your clit presses against the small thatch of hair above his length. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, the word hissed between his teeth as he squeezes his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy pulses around his length, the way you desperately mouth and lick at his neck, “God, knew you’d feel good.” 

Somehow, that remark works it’s way through the fog in your brain, “Hm?” you hum against his neck, your hands coming up to tangle in his golden hair, “You thought about me?” You whimper, words whiny and breathy as he rocks you against him, spearing you on his length again and again, head kissing your cervix just enough to knock the air from your lungs every time he lowers you back down. 

He sighs, as if just now realizing what he’d said, and nods, swallowing down a moan before he speaks, “‘Course I did,” he admits, grinding you down against him, his hips pressed against yours. “Looked so damn pretty in class,” he continues, “So cute all, fuck, all flushed and embarrassed every time you got asked a question.” 

His admission makes you clench around him, heat flooding through your system as you process what he’d said. Your clit grinds against his body again, just as the head of his cock brushes against that spot in your center, and it’s like your brain has been whited out, all you can do is mewl against his neck as he rocks you up and down along his cock. 

“Fuck, I feel this sweet cunt getting tight, love,” he says, breathing heavily as he gets closer to his own release, “Y’gonna come?” 

“Yes!” You whimper, voice high-pitched and broken as you nod frantically against the skin of his neck, now wet with your spit and tears as you rock yourself against him, moving your clit against the hair at the base of his cock. 

“Hold it,” he commands softly, more breathing than speaking. He chuckles when he hears you whine, loving the way you mewl for him like a soft little kitten, and the hand still holding your head against him strokes your hair, soothing you. “Want us to come together,” he huffs, cursing under his breath as he feels you grow somehow tighter around him, “Fuck, I’m close just hold on.” The hand on your hip tightens, grinding you tightly against him, groaning as he feels your center milking his cock, your walls clenching around him desperately. 

“F-fuck, Michael,” you whine, breath hot against the column of his throat as you feel yourself tipping over, “Please! Please I can’t hold it, please!” You beg beautifully, weeping against his skin, trying so hard to keep it down to a whisper so you don’t draw attention, not this close to your release. 

“Where, fuck,” he curses, pulling your head up to look in your eyes, the blue in his nearly swallowed by blackness, “Tell me where.” He pants, his voice urgent.

“Inside me!” You breathe, cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch inside you.

He groans, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second as he tries to maintain control, both of his hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises, “Are you s–”

“Yes!” You nod, resting your forehead against his when he picks his head back up, “‘M on the pill.” You reassure him as you keep nodding. The two of you move together for a few more seconds, wildly grinding together, before the coil in your stomach is finally wound too tight, “Michael, oh, fuck!”

“Fuck,” he gasps, seeming to get somehow thicker inside you, “Come for daddy, fuck, be good and come.” He commands, his own voice low and frenzied.

Hearing him call himself that does you in, and you shatter around him, walls gripping him tightly. You open your mouth, unable to control a loud moan, which he quickly hushes by pressing his lips against yours, licking into your mouth as he thrusts up into your center harshly a few times, each rise of his hips accompanied by a grunt into your waiting mouth as you mewl at the heat of his cum filling you up, extending your own release. 

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as you sweetly kiss, tiredly pressing your lips together. Finally, you pull away from him giggling shyly when you meet his eyes, blushing as you feel his length slowly softening inside you. “Getting shy on me now?” He teases, smiling at you as he gently plays with your hair. 

You smile back at him for a second before suddenly coming to your senses and remembering where you are, “Shit,” you whisper, hopping up off his lap, “I cannot believe we just did that!” You quickly scan the floor with wide eyes, shoulders visibly relaxing when you still don’t see anyone.

“Wasn’t in my plan,” Michael starts, tucking his member back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans, “But I’m certainly not complaining.” He finishes, smirking at you before standing. He leans down, helping you pull up your leggings. He doesn’t miss the way you grimace when the damp, now unpleasantly cool, fabric presses against you. “Sorry,” he apologizes, gesturing to them, “I should’ve…controlled myself better with that one.” He finishes, awkwardly scratching at his chin. 

You laugh quietly, trying to play it off although you’re dreading the half hour train ride back to your flat. That feeling doubles when you look down, eyes widening as you see the dark patch around your crotch, hardly visible on the dark fabric but enough that it makes you nervous, “Getting home is gonna be fun.” You joke, turning to begin gathering your things. 

You’ve gotten your textbook put back into your backpack when you feel a tap on your shoulder; turning your head, you look wide-eyed when you see him sheepishly smiling at you, holding his red sweater out as he stands in a band t-shirt, “Here,” he says softly, waving the sweater at you, “You need it more than I do and it’s my fucking fault anyway.”

You blush, taking the sweater from him with a small thank you, tying it around your waist as he busies himself with picking up his things, before putting the rest of yours into your backpack as well, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You tell him as you finish situating his sweater around you, satisfied that the stain is covered.

He huffs out a laugh, “You sucked my cock on the floor of a library,” he jokes, eyes sparkling with mischief yet again, “S’the least I could do.” 

You laugh, playfully shoving at his shoulder as you put your backpack on. The floor is truly, blessedly, empty as the two of you leave and walk downstairs, not seeing anyone on the second floor either and only a few stragglers on the main floor at this hour on a Saturday evening. He pushes open one of the heavy wooden doors at the entrance, holding it open for you as you duck under his arm. The door thuds closed behind you as you both stand outside the library, the air cold now that the sun’s gone down. 

“I really like them, that band,” you say, nodding to his shirt, “Their last album’s really good.”

“Oh!” He says, eyebrows raising in surprise, “You know them?” He asks, smiling when you nod again, “Their new album is probably my favorite too, actually.” The two of you stand in a comfortable silence for a second later before he notices you shiver as a breeze blows through the stoney courtyard. “D’you live close to campus?”

“Half hour on the train,” you shrug, pulling your phone out to check the time, “I should probably go soon if I’m gonna catch the next one…”

“You could come to mine?” He asks, his voice hopeful, “It’s only a walk from here, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes?”

Your eyes widen, having not expected his invitation, but you nod nonetheless, “If you’re sure,” he nods, “Then, yeah! That would be great.” You smile, walking beside him as you start heading in the direction of his flat. 

“Would you maybe want to get lunch sometime?” He asks, glancing down at you.

“I would love that,” you smile, your hand brushing against his as you continue down the sidewalk, “I think I might need more tutoring, too…”

His hand catches yours, your fingers intertwining as he smirks, “Will you suck my cock every time?” He teases, grinning as you laugh, the sound echoing off the buildings and filtering into the night air. 

Told you so. The voice in the back of your mind echos as you lean your head on Michael’s shoulder.

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anon asked: Hello you <3 your writing style is so smooth, I love it! So, I would like to ask you some smutty fruity juicy smut for Law my man, Kid (maybe it will make you accept this request more easily 😇), and Sanji. Something about how they would react after being teased all the day by their s/o, like bc she’s wearing some suggestives clothes or touching them in public etc. For a female reader, if possible. And regarding the kinks, do as you wish, I trust you with the result. Hope I made the request correctly and tysm for bringing our ideas to life <333 Oh, and you can add some more characters if you want! anon, please.

Hi there! Tysm for your kind words, I'm always a bit uncertain and unconfident when I have to write scenarios in other languages than my native one ;w; So, it means a lot to me ;w; I didn't add more characters bc you already pick two of my personal fav + my ultimate fav ♡. Anyway, the meal is ready, hope it will match your expectations, thank you for requesting!☆

☆Law, Kid & Sanji after being teased all the day by their s/o

CW (generals) : MDNI, f!reader, smut, teasing

WC : 3,3k

Law 

CW : dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation (usage of 'slut'), panties stuffing (mouth)

What a foolish game to tease Law. You know that, don't you? Law could write a complete book about teasing and still have much to say regarding this topic, in fact. So, sure, go ahead and tease him. Taunt him with this short skirt, bend just in front of him to grab the book you "accidentally" let fall, and try to annoy him while he's working in his office. He won't show anything, always keeping his cold and serious attitude in front of others. Law is pretty good when it comes to controlling himself. But inside, oh damn, his blood is boiling with pure desire to make you pay. Law is not one to let things fall, so he wants to avenge and he will do so.

And we all know Law is the king of shenanigans. While working, he would imagine a cruel scenario that would make you turn into a moaning, whimpering, and wet mess. He would keep thinking about it the entire day, holding back a mischievous grin as you continue to tease him. 

In fact, he thinks you're cute. You're putting in a lot of effort to tease him, but you have no knowledge about this topic. But it's fine, he'll teach you how it's done soon enough. 

Despite your attempts to annoy him, he's still working even though it's almost midnight. Even so, you enter his office once more, sitting at his desk, throwing his papers away. And you're wearing a really short skirt, one of his favorites. Slowly, you cross your legs, showing him the panties you're wearing under: again, one of his favorites. "Law, I'm bored" you whine, with wet puppy eyes.

And now the fun begins. Law would use his DF to 'room, shamble' you into your shared bedroom. Obviously, he would also lock the door from a distance. All you can do is wait for him. He won't let you go soon. He would continue working, taking pleasure in the silence and picturing your pitiful whines. 

After maybe two hours, he would finally join you, slowly opening the door to find you lying on the bed, all bored and eagerly waiting for the long wait. As you attempt to jump into his arms and say 'Law, you're here!', he would scowl mad at you and take off his hat without any consideration for you.

The aura surrounding him would only radiate anger and eagerness. "Get on the bed." And this is not a suggestion or a nice request coming out of his mouth, but an order. He rarely commands that directly, but when he does, you better obey really quickly. Honestly, you know it's not time to act like a brat anymore, so you should comply.

First thing first, Law would tie your wrists. "A naughty girl like you doesn't deserve to touch me." With that sentence, he would slowly remove his shirt, taking his time, playing with the buttons, and eventually revealing his bare tattooed chest. The one you love to fondle, kiss, bite, and even leave hickeys on. 

You're already squirming, anticipating being touched, anticipating intimacy with him, anticipating his skin touching yours. "Is there something wrong, y/n-ya?" Ah, yes. He would really take his time, slowly sliding his shirt down the ground, and running his beautiful tattooed hands through his hair. 

As you writhe, your short skirt goes up your thighs, revealing your panties that are already wet. "You're such a pathetic slut. You need me so badly already, y/n-ya?"

He would simply observe how your underwear is becoming more and more wet. He hasn't touched you yet. It doesn't matter if you squirm and beg, he won't care. You did that to yourself. You can try to untie yourself if you want, you're tightly tied. 

"Please Law, I'm sorry! I need you so bad! " 

" And you decided to tease me all the damn day to get my attention? You're such an eager slut. Now shut up and take it." 

Law would love to sit on the edge of the bed, close to you, but not enough to allow you to touch his skin. He would make you feel his presence, enjoying all of your pathetic whistling. And after a certain time, finally, without a word, he would run his skilled fingers along your body, touching you everywhere, avoiding your inner thighs in purpose. The more you contort and arch your back, the more he will tease you. He loves how you crave for his touch. 

As tears of frustration start to prickle at the corner of your eyes, he would roughly pinch your nipple. "Something wrong, y/n-ya?" He's tricky because if you beg for more, of course, he won't obey. And if you keep quiet, he would continue to torture your body, waiting for your answer. "That's how we tease someone, y/n-ya."

His hands would slowly, slowly, taking off your skirt and then, he would hook his thumbs under your panties, sliding them down your legs, inch by inch, revealing your bare pussy and damped folds to his eyes. "Law… I" And brutally, he would stuff your wet panties in your mouth. "Nice girls are the only ones allowed to speak." 

Your muffled complains would be pure music to his ears. He would continue to tease you, his fingers tracing patterns on your lower-stomach. Finally, sliding along your slit. "You're soaking wet for absolutely nothing." Oh, he would love to watch how your dripping core is aching, clenching around nothing, before slowly rubbing his fingers along your pussy.

"You're making a mess on the bedsheets. You better clean them right after I'm done with you. " 

He would push one finger into your pussy while you moan, your mouth still full of your own panties. Law is truly talented, even with just one finger. " One finger. That's all you deserved." 

His middle finger, which is nicely curled, would hit all your sweet spots when he circles your clit with his thumb. He would love to watch you trying to get more friction, more of him, more of his fingers. But he won't comply.

He would be painfully slow, thrusting his finger in and out of your body at an unrealistic slow pace, before brutally pushing in, and then, nice and slow again. Yes, it's frustrating, it makes you tense yourself in anticipation, and it's precisely what he's looking for. 

"See, I've told you one finger would be enough" as you cum violently all around his middle finger, making a mess on the bedsheets, with shivering thighs, shaky breath and pathetic whimpers. 

"I'm not done yet." 

Before sliding two fingers inside you. He would continue to rub your clit, hitting all your sweet spots, making you squirm on the bed as you try to untie yourself. But there is nothing you can do. You're sentenced to take more of his fingers, to cum again and again, your sensitive pussy aching and clenching.  

Then, he would take off his fingers, licking his tattoos covered in your wetness. And if you dare sigh of relief, he would slowly run his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. 

"Oh, y/n-ya, you're here for a long, long night."

Kid 

CW : Degradation, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, v!sex, spanking, hair pulling, slight choking, Kid has a filthy mouth, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mention of anal sex

The master of rough sex.

Kid has absolutely no patience or self-control, and absolutely hates being teased. Whenever you tease him, his honest reaction is to grab you roughly by the wrist, pin you against the closet wall, and just fuck you roughly from behind. He doesn't give a damn if it's in a public place. 

But today is different because he can't have his fun with you. That damn reunion for the 'alliance thing' that he agreed to because of Killer is way too long, and you're teasing him under the table by rubbing your feet against his cock. Or showing him that you're wearing your red panties, his favorite ones. The poor Kid would hold onto the table, his phalanx white due to the intense effort he's making to maintain his composure. 

Don't you dare think about his thoughts right now, because all he can imagine is you being fucked roughly like the little slut you are

The moment the meeting is over, he would try to grab your hips and fuck you immediately. If you manage to escape his grip, sticking out your tongue to mock him before running to the Victoria Punk, oh, damn, you're doomed.

Kid would waste no time looking after you, with clenched fists and gritted teeth. No one would dare approach him because, honestly, his anger is wrapping him up like an aura. And we all know how Kid deals with annoying people. 

He would slam the door of your shared bedroom angrily. Kid would be even madder if you lie on the bed, giggling and pleased with your mischiefs. "Think you're funny, fuckin’ woman?" The way he spits his words in your face is quite frightening. Now, you're not laughing anymore. "'Gonna fuckin' ruin ya" 

That's all your waiting for, right?

With sloppy moves, he would let his coat fall on the ground, take off his shirt, and throw his boots away. Before ripping all of your clothes, including your panties, and crawling onto the bed, his impressive figure looming over you. He would shamelessly use his large metallic arm to crush you onto the mattress. The prosthetic hand would hold your upper body, with two metallic fingers around your throat and the rest wrapping around your waist. "Stay fucking still, slut."

As you squirm and start to moan, turned on by how dominant he's acting right now, he would scowl angrily. "Stop bein' so fuckin' loud" with a rough slap on your inner thighs.

He would love to watch how you look, pinned down and totally helpless. All you can do is take all of him. He would make you spread your legs, pushing your knees away, and force them to touch the bed sheets in a matting press position. 

The sensation of fitting your small body between his muscular thighs would be immensely attractive to Kid. He would slam roughly two thick fingers into your soaking wet pussy without any warning or consideration, hitting all your sweet spots. The only thing you're allowed to do is take it. You won't be going anywhere. Not with his metallic hand holding you still. 

As you moan and beg for more, he would laugh mockingly. "Shut the fuck up, slut." Without a word, he would take off his fingers covered in your wetness and force them into your mouth. "Suck them clean." 

He would probably make you gag and drool a bit, forcing his fingers down your throat, enjoying how tears are starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes. "Thought it would be funny to fuckin' mess with me?" 

After taking off his fingers, he would roughly flip you over on your stomach. "Ass up. Chest down. Now." And, as you comply, he would smash your head against the pillow, forcing your back to arch until your spine hurts. 

Kid would spank you with his heavy hand. The flesh one. Leaving red marks on your cheeks and spreading them apart brutally to watch your tight pussy clenching desperately around nothing.  "You're just a fuckin slut, Y/N, gettin’ soaked just for some fingering." 

Quickly, he would slide down his pants, just enough to free his large cock, leaking in pre-cum, throbbing and twitching with impatience. Then, slamming his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside you, and bullying your cervix with his thick length. "Take it all." As you cry out from how good he's filling you up. 

"Shut the fuck up" burying your head violently against the pillow if you start to moan. And if you continue to muffle, cry out, and whimpers, Kid would wrap his large hand around your throat, squeezing roughly, silencing you. 

He would slam his cock so hard, making your ass jiggle with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your wet pussy, with a sloshing, obscene sound. He would make sure you feel helpless under his control, enjoying how your breath becomes shallow and labored as you struggle to get enough air through your nose. "Don't fuckin' mess with me, Y/N. Never." 

He would love to watch how your inside is swallowing his cock, burying himself so deep that it feels like he's pounding your very core. 

"You keep sucking me in, you like my cock that much, lil slut?" 

The headboard slamming against the wall would cause the bed to creak. With his hand, Kid could either slap your ass or hold you still. And sure, his eyes would be glued to his cock, sliding roughly in and out of you, glistening, all covered by your wetness. 

As he pounded into you at a breaking-spine pace, he would grunt loudly and shamelessly, sweat dripping down his face. "Cry out for me all you want, fuckin' whore." 

He would pull you back onto his cock with each thrust, almost tearing you in half. He would use his exceptional stamina to his advantage, plowing into you repeatedly and showing no signs of slowing down. He won't stop if you don't use your safe word for a rough session. 

"Who's fuckin' you so well?" 

His ego would be immensely satisfied if you keep shooting his name.

His hand would grab your hair, pulling it roughly, almost breaking your neck, forcing you to look at him while he fucks you. Squeal for him, cry for him under his unforgiving pace. That's all he wants. "I don't even know why I'm fuckin' you. A slut like you doesn't deserve my cock." 

He would continue until your mind starts to melt into nothingness, leaving bruises all over your skin. Your moans and his low, animalistic grunts would fill the rooms. As you cum all around his cock, he would slap your ass, keep thrusting, and overstimulate you. And brutally, he would cum inside of you, his body shaking with the force of his release. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he would pull out, his member sliding out of you with a loud plop, followed by a large amount of white sticky fluid leaking out of you.

"Keep it in, slut." 

Slowly, his thumb would find its way to your asshole. "This hole deserves some attention too, right, slut?"

Good luck, you just awake a wild beast. He would be delighted to observe your struggle to walk the next morning. That's what you get for teasing him. No one messes with Eustass Kid.

Sanji 

CW : oral sex , fingering (reader receiving), slight food play, squirting, v!sex, Sanji is talking in French here and there 

Okay, but Sanji is almost always turned on by your simple presence. Our poor Sanji would struggle to even breathe if you decided to tease him. His eyes would always be glued to your every move. He would smoke more than usual, attempting to resist the urge to lift this beautiful dress and devour you.

Honestly, he would assume that you're angry with him. "Have I done something wrong today, Y/N?" With wet puppy eyes. 

Poor Sanji would be even more confused if you start laughing playfuly and lift up your dress slightly, revealing the elegant lace panties you're wearing today. He would struggle to cook, almost burn the dinner for the crew because his mind would be so dizzy. Oh, he would sacrifice everything to eat you out right here, right now, in front of anyone.

Sanji would cough loudly as you continue to tease him under the table during the diner with the rest of the crew. And once everyone has left the kitchen, Sanji would waste no time locking the door and just grabbing your hips and sitting you on the table. 

Let's remember the broken plates with a minute of silence.

"J'ai tellement besoin de toi, Y/N" (I need you so bad)

He would also ask you what he has done wrong today, and as you laugh and reply 'nothing, I just wanted to tease you,' Sanji would be relieved. "If my pretty girlfriend is needy, then, I have to take care of her. Je vais bien m'occuper de toi." (I gonna take care of you)

Sanji would use the environment to his advantage and cover your body with black chocolate, slowly licking your breasts covered in the warm liquid. "Tasting so good…" 

He would eat and treasure every inch of your skin, sucking on your nipples, pinching them slowly between his thumb and index finger while sucking on the other. Sanji is eager to please you and is happy to finally touch you after a long day of teasing.

He's a starving person, he would never be able to tease you back or just ignore you.

Sanji would slowly slide your panties down your legs. At the sight of your bare pussy, his cock would roughly press against the fabric of his pants. 

He would treat you like a queen even if you've been teasing him for the entire day. After all, you are his queen and you deserve the best.

While you remained on the table, he would ask "Are you comfortable?" and then kneel down and gently run his hands along your inner thighs. He would slowly bury his head between your legs. Being between your thighs is his favorite place. Pure heaven for Sanji.

Sanji, the oral sex king, would take his time, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly approaching your soaking wet pussy. "My pretty girl is so needy." 

He would eat you out by using his skills to make you moan his name loudly. Please grasp his hair and press his head harder against your lips. When you use him for your own pleasure, he loves it. His tongue flicking against your clit, he would smoothly slide two long fingers inside of you, curling them deeply inside of you. 

Sanji doesn't need anything but his skillful mouth and hands to make you feel good. Your responsiveness is something he loves. He would love to feel your legs wrapped around him as he continues to drink all of your juice as if it were a glass of red wine. 

With a gentle touch, he would intensify the passion, his tongue licking harder at your clit, and his fingers perfectly curled against all your sweet spots. Although he's patient, he's also battling against his own urge to take off his pants and slide his cock deep into your hot and wet pussy.

He would look at you, enjoying how your face is twisted in nothing but pure ecstasy. "You're always making the prettiest noises for me" before returning back to his duty: making you cum.

And that's what you do, squeezing his head between your thighs, grabbing a full hand of blond hair, cumming hard against his lips and around his fingers nicely curled inside you. 

Sanji would drink all of your juice, continue to eat you out, until you cum again. And again. You teased him all the day, now, he can't get enough of you. He wants more, he needs more. He would leave you with your legs shaking and turn you into a pathetic whiny mess. "Too much!" He would continue until you squirt on his face, your mind so dizzy that you can't feel your own orgasms anymore.

Finally, he would stop, licking his lips and glistening with your wetness. "Tu es si bonne, je ne peux pas m'arrêter." (You taste so good, I just can't stop.)

He would not expect you to return the favor. But it would be cruel to leave him with an uncomfortable erection. You're not cruel. Right? 

If you decide to let him slide his cock inside you, he would moan so loudly and shamelessly. The prettiest moans. You just feel so good. 

He would fuck you on the table, in all the positions, worshipping every single inch of your body until you're both exhausted.

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[hellcat8908]

can i please request reader having an affair with azriel, her husband is horrible but she’s scared to leave and azriel is so inlove with her, her father forced reader to marry her husband for a political marriage, az and reader were secretly in love with eachother, but had to break up or her father would be out for blood. Az and reader sneak around for a while, they both want eachother so bad. And after az sees how horrible her husband is and sees the way she’s treated in hewn city, he grabs her and tells her to come back to velaris with him. Reader is scared for herself and azriel at first bc her husband is a known lord and is ruthless, but after azriel tells her that nothing will ever happen to him or her, she flees with him. He then helps her leave him and she moves to velaris with him. After sometime in velaris when the ic go to hewn city for their checkup, reader asks to come, rhys asks if she’s sure but reader is sure bc with az and the ic with her, no one will touch her. She sees her ex husband and family and they confront them👀👀👀

New Beginning Azriel x Female Reader

Warnings: Domestic violence references/injuries, Angry men, Nudity, Language

You stepped into the throne room with your husband by your side. He quickly found an excuse to leave you to socialize with others. You had felt his presence before your eyes found him. He looked as handsome as he always had. You slipped out of the room and down the hallway to your normal meeting spot. You were quickly joined by Azriel.

"You look stunning as ever." He says, raising your hand to kiss it. He notices you wince, and before you can stop him, he pulls the sleeve of your dress up, revealing the bruising on your wrist. His face darkens with anger. "Azriel, don't." You say as you gently stroke your thumb across his hand, "please just stay here with me."

"He's a bastard." Azriel says. "I know, but you confronting him will only make it worse." You tell him softly. "Come with me to Velaris." He says as he gently pulls you close. "I wish Azriel, but Ryker would kill us both if I left with you." You tell him, knowing your husbands status and temper wouldn't allow for such humiliation to go unpunished.

"I promise you'll be safe with me. He won't get a chance to lay a hand on you ever again." Azriel tries to assure you, he seems so confident. The look of hope in his eyes has you agreeing before you can let logic and fear set in. "Do you need to grab anything before we go?" He asks, making sure you can grab any sentimental items, but you have none.

He tells you he will take you shopping and buy you everything you need. The smile on his face is everything all you need in that moment. He carefully picks you up and flies you home to Velaris to the House of Wind. He gives you a quick tour of the shared spaces before showing you to his room.

"This is only temporary until I can secure a place of our own. I hope you don't mind. You are free to make yourself at home and rearrange if you'd like." He says, watching you take in his room, noting all his books and personal belongings strewn about. "It's perfect, Az. I wouldn't want to change a thing." You say with a smile.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I have to take care of something. The bathroom is through the door on the left, and you're free to explore." Azriel says before stepping out. You examine Azriel's room closer, noting the annotated books and scattered papers on his desk.

You decide to explore the bathroom, not wanting to walk out into Azriel's business. You open the door and are in awe of the luxury bathroom. The oversized soaker tub has your full attention as you note just how large it is. You notice the various candles around it before feeling Azriel in the doorway.

"I need extra space for my wings, which is why the tub and our bed are so large." He says, taking in the smile on your face. "Makes sense." You say, "and the candles?" He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, "they help me relax after a stressful day or a rough mission." He admits.

"I love them." You say as you keep looking at the tub. "You're more than welcome to enjoy it." He says, indicating towards the tub. "I don't have anything to change into." You say quietly, a little embarrassed. He walks out of the room and brings back one of his shirts, "Will this work for now? Until we can get your clothes replaced?" He asks.

"Of course, it's perfect." You tell him. "I'll leave you to enjoy the amenities." He says before turning to leave and giving you privacy. "Stay with me, please." You ask as you turn on the water. "I don't want to be alone." You admit. He gives you a soft smile before shutting the door. "Anything for you, angel." He says warmly.

You face away from him as you start to undress. He can't help but admire you as you do. Once you expose your back, his body tenses at the scars scattered across your back. You quickly finish undressing and step into the hot bath, trying to hide your scars from him.

He slowly undresses, feeling your eyes on him. The last time you had seen him naked was before your engagement to Ryker. An engagement you had resented because it only served to elevate your father's status. You had become lost to the memories of when you were younger and madly in love with each other.

"Come back to me, angel." Azriel says softly as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You hadn't noticed him joining you, let alone standing in front of you. "Where did you go just now?" He asks gently as he takes your hand in his. "I was just remembering when we were younger, before my arranged marriage. How deeply we were in love with each other."

He sits down and carefully pulls you into his lap, "I wish I would've saved you sooner." He says as he grabs a sponge and gently starts washing your back and shoulders. "Saved you from all the pain and suffering at the hands of your father then your husband." He says a twinge of anger mixed with guilt in his voice.

"You saved me in other ways, all those stolen moments whenever you'd visit Hewn City." You tell him. "You reminded me that love does exist and that I am worthy of being loved even when at my lowest." You say as your voice starts to break. You feel his arms wrap around you, holding you close.

"I wish I could've done more." He admits painfully. "You did everything you could given the circumstances, and I am grateful to you for everything you have done for me." You say as you leab in and press your lips to his. He deepens the kiss and his fingers tangle in your hair."

He treats you with a gentleness you're not used to as he turns his attention back to taking care of you. He pours shampoo into hands and gently starts washing your hair. You feel your eyes start to water as you become overwhelmed. "Are you okay, angel? Did i get shampoo in your eyes? I'm so sorry I was trying to be careful." He starts apologizing.

"No, you're being so amazing, and I'm not used to being treated like this." You admit through your tears. "After everything you've been through, you deserve to be treated like a high lady." He says as he gently rubs soothing circles along your back. The feel of the raised skin of your scars makes him simmer with anger.

"Can you tilt your head back for me, angel, so I can rinse your hair?" He asks softly as he wipes away your tears. You lean your head back as he gently rinses it, making sure to get all the shampoo out. Once he is done, you curl up in his lap, burying your head in his chest.

He sits in silence with you as he holds you close to him. He gently strokes your back, trying to help you calm down. Once the water cools, he carries you out of the tub and dries you off before helping you into his shirt he brought in for you. You can't help but inhale the scent of him.

He sits you on the bed before grabbing one of his brushes and gently starts brushing your hair, being mindful of the tangles. He gently brushes your hair out, offering you some of Cassians' hair ties to tie it back if you wish to. He puts the brush back before asking if you need anything to eat or drink. You assure him you're fine as you climb under the blankets.

He is about to join you but lets out a sigh, "I will be back in a few moments. Rhys is here." He says. "Do you want me to come with you?" You ask, not sure of what to do. "No, angel. Stay here, and I'll be back before you know it." He says before kissing your forehead. You snuggle under the blankets and get comfortable.

Moments later, you hear raised voices as Azriel and Rhys get into a seemingly heated argument. You don't want to cause friction between them, so you get out of bed. You knew this wouldn't last. You quietly walked out of the bedroom and into the den where you found them. Neither had heard your approach, so you cleared your throat to get their attention.

"I'll go get dressed, and then you can take me back to Hewn City. I didn't mean to come between the two of you and add extra headaches to you, Rhys. I'm sorry." You say before turning to go get changed back into your dress. "We're not letting her go back! Y/n, you're not going back!" You keep walking towards the hallway when you hear Azriel say, "If you send her back, you might as well kill her yourself!"

The sound of the vase shattering against the wall has you dropping to your knees as you shield your head with your arms. Azriel realizes his mistake and quickly kneels in front of you, "I'm so sorry, angel. I wasn't thinking." You focus on the sound of his voice as it brings you back to the present. You focus on Azriel's concerned face before thrusting yourself into his arms.

You bury your face in Azriel's chest as he gathers you in his arms. Upon seeing your reaction, Rhys makes up his mind. "Y/n is staying here as long as she likes, and I will figure out how to deal with Ryker. "Thank you." Azriel says before carrying you back to bed and placing you under the covers. "I've got you. Nothing bad will happen to you while I'm around." He says softly in your hair as he holds you close in his lap.

Eventually, you calm down enough to get some sleep. Azriel holds you all night, making sure you're safe. Somehow, Rhys managed to smooth things over for you. You weren't sure you wanted to know how he had managed that. You felt the weight lift off your chest at his words. The next few months, you settled into your new life with Azriel.

The two of you had found a house that was perfect. He gave you freedom to decorate and buy whatever furniture you wanted. You were truly happy for the first time in a while. Az had slowly helped you rebuild yourself into a better version, helping you to overcome the trauma of your past. You were enjoying lunch with Azriel when he had to leave for a meeting.

You had decided to go with Azriel to his meeting instead of walking home. You joined the others in Rhys's office at Azriel's request. Rhys gave you a reassuring smile that you were welcome. Azriel pulled up a chair for you while he stood behind it.

"At the end of the week, we will be checking in on Hewn City again. You all know the drill." Rhys says as he looks at everyone but you. "Rhys, I would like to go along." You announce, surprising everyone but Azriel. "Are you sure?" Rhys asks, not trying to discourage you. "I'm sure." You say confidently. "It's settled then." Rhys says, "we leave in 2 days."

After the meeting, Azriel takes you home and helps you make dinner. "You sure you're ready to face them?" He asks casually. "I'm sure." You say confidently, "you have helped me in so many ways over the last few months, and this is something I need to do." He wraps his arms around you and kisses you. "I'm so proud of you, angel. I'll be right there with you if you need me." He says with a smile.

The night before the visit, you struggle to sleep. All the memories come rushing back to you. You wake up in a cold sweat with Azriel looking at you concerned. "I'm okay, just nightmares." You say trying to hide your anxiety. He snuggles you close to him, "it's ok, angel. I've got you." He says softly as he rubs your back.

You had laid down for a nap before having to leave. Azriel gently wakes you up, kissing your forehead. "Sorry, angel. I let you rest as much as I could, but it's time to get ready." He says softly while pulling a dress out of the closet. You take in the low-cut neckline and short sleeves with the beautiful blue material, the same color as his siphons. You eagerly get dressed beford admiring yourself in the mirror.

The rest of the inner circle is waiting when you arrive at the river house. You all winnow to Hewn City, entering ahead of Rhys and Feyre. You take your place beside Azriel as Rhys and Feyre enter the throne room and begin their charade. You feel eyes watching you. Scanning the room, you quickly notice the heated glare of Ryker as he stands beside your father.

Azriel senses your tension and strokes his thumb along your hand, grounding you. After formalities, everyone seems to start socializing. It isn't long until they find you, having waited until Azriel was involved in another conversation. "How dare you show your face here after disgracing this family and embarrassing your husband!" Your father says as he and Ryker stand on either side of you.

"Maybe you should've let me marry who I wanted to, and this would've been avoided." You say as you glare between them. You flinch as your fathers cane draws back, causing you to shield yourself, but the blow never comes. You open your eyes and see Azriel behind him, grabbing his cane before he can hit you.

"If either of you cause her harm in any way, I will not be as nice as my high lord when dealing with you." He says evenly, anger flaring in his eyes. "You will not speak to her. You will not look at her, and you will never touch her again." He says before shoving your father back with his cane. He offers you his hand as he pulls you in close. "Now go enjoy your evening before you do something you'll regret." He says to them in a final threat.

Once they leave, you quickly excuse yourself before making a quick exit into the night air. You feel Azriel step behind you, allowing his shadows to gently carress over your arms and back. "Are you alright?" He asks, his voice filled with concern. "I'm okay, I just need some fresh air.

He stands beside you, placing his hand over yours. You both take a few moments to admire the stars. "They aren't nearly as beautiful as the ones in Velaris." You tell him. "There's only one thing more beautiful than the stars in Velaris." He says quietly. "What's that?" You ask while staring at the sky. "You." Azriel answers before you turn to face him and call his bluff, but you see the sincerity in his eyes and know he is being honest.

"You have always been the best part of my life, the one constant source of comfort in the most uncomfortable times. I love you, Azriel." You tell him before stealing a kiss, only to have him deepen it. You feel something slide on your finger and notice the beautiful ring. "Marry me and make me the happiest man in the world." He says.

You had accepted the mating bond shortly after arriving in Velaris but hadn't had the time for a mating ceremony. "Yes, a thousand times, yes." You say as you kiss him again more passionately. You can't wait to share the news with your new found family.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #azriel #azriel x reader #shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger #shadowsinger

[fungifanart]

Hey Fungiiii! Hope you're doing well!

Could I request a fluffy Trey x M!reader story bc where the reader is stressed and burned out because of life, and it's keeping him from being able to do anything creatively (writing is preferred but I'm leaving it completely up to you). Also could it be an established relationship and Trey decides to comfort reader with tea and possibly cuddles?

Fatigue

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Grim

CW: Burnout/Writer's block, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 643

Notes: Hey, BIIIIIIIIIITCH! Of course you can! Funny you requested this, since I'm kinda going through some writer's block of my own, but I managed to get this one done, regardless! (Even if it's pretty short)

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Among many other things, Trey Clover is known throughout Heartslabyul for essentially being the entire dorm's dependable big brother. Whether it be guiding his underclassmen through their homework, calming the seemingly bottomless pit of rage that is his housewarden or preparing a banquet's worth of sweets for an unbirthday party the next day, they know that he'll handle it with his usual playful smirk.

So, what could cause said smirk to waver like it's doing right now?

Perhaps the fact that he's spent the whole of exam week rarely seeing hide or hair of his beloved boyfriend, only to find out later that said boyfriend had to fight for his life against a THIRD overblot ON TOP of basically signing his dorm away.

Upon receiving this information, Trey does the unthinkable and drops his responsibilities, packing himself off to Ramshackle, determined to make sure his boyfriend is okay and then give him a piece of his mind for not telling him about it, only to be let in by the dorm's resident ghosts rather than the Prefect himself, causing his anger to be accompanied by growing concern.

Finally reaching the Prefect’s room, Trey opens the door to reveal his boyfriend slumped over on his desk in front of a typewriter, his head on its side facing away from the door.

Panicking, Trey rushes to his boyfriend's side, “Y/n! Are you okay?!” He asks while shaking his lover, who only turns his head around to face him.

“I'm going insane, my love.” The Prefect says in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean??” Trey asks while sitting the other man up in his chair, his anger temporarily on the shelf.

“It’s just so unfair! I didn't have any time to write during exam week and then suddenly I had to worry about not losing my entire dorm to some wannabe mob boss and then not getting shish-kabobed when the same guy threw a temper tantrum!” The Prefect rants while making wild hand gestures, “I finally found time to write and thought I could use my experiences as inspiration, but when I think about what happened, my hands start shaking and my brain can barely string one sentence together!”

The Prefect’s rant slows down as he turns and buries his face in Trey's chest, “And the worst part of it all is that I've barely been able to see you the entire time! I-I really missed you, y'know?” He says with a small sniffle that causes Trey's anger to melt away.

Pulling the Prefect out of his chair and onto the bed, Trey sits next to him and places a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you a lot.” He says after pulling away.

Trey really can't stay mad at him, can he?

However, seeing the Prefect eyeing his typewriter again, Trey quickly pulls him into another hug and then onto their backs on the bed, “I think we've both earned a little rest, don't you?”

The Prefect opens his mouth to protest when Grim, who has been curled up near the back of the bed until now, pipes up, “Myrrgh…please…can't take the sound of crumpling paper anymore…” He groans before putting his head back down.

Trey raises his own head to look at the trash can next to the desk, sees that it's overflowing with balled-up pieces of paper and is about to give his boyfriend a knowing smirk when he looks back to see said boyfriend already fast asleep, the fatigue of everything he's gone through having finally caught up with him.

Trey's smirk is replaced with a loving smile as he tucks himself and the Prefect under the covers, “Sleep well, Y/n.” He says while placing a small kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes as well.

#why is this mushroom writing fanfics? #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x male reader #twst trey #twst mc #twst yuu #twst grim #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #trey clover x male reader #no beta we die like men

[lorablackmane]

ISAT Act 5 Missable Interactions

I missed a shitton my 1st playthrough bc I was on that Siffrin mindset during act 5's loop and I realized afterwards I had a save in the meadow b4 everything. So I decided to compile stuff I found I missed 4 others who might've missed things too! Please keep in mind that below will be spoilers for this act and the next, and that there are some concerning things about Siffrin found here that I've labeled this post with a few trigger warnings. Check them before reading to decide if you want to read!

Updated!!!!!!!

Please note the section on the favor tree has new info!! If you don't want to know how a secret boss fight goes please skip the 2nd to last dot.

• Literally every kid in town is terrified by Siffrin now, ignoring him or telling them to go away. You'll walk away from the shopkeeper if you try to talk to him, causing Odile to look at Siffrin with concern. He eats the pain du chocolat in one bite, concerning the pastry maker.

• Says stepping on the banana peel isn't in the stage instructions if u try to use it now.

• Everything that had a smell in earlier chapters now smells like sugar.

• If you interact with the cookies on floor one Siffrin will try to eat one. It's as hard as a rock.

• Interacting with the landscape drawings in the broken egg key room makes them hysterically ask if they'll ever see anything outside this loop ever again.

• A new group of drawings are also here of Siffrin with his face completely blotted out like the friendship drawing.

• The dictionary makes him scream that he isn't taciturn anymore, is he?!

• Interacting with the "grape juice for adults" makes them say they hate alcohol (jlmfr) b4 taking a swig.. only to discover its actually just juice. They remark hysterically they can't even get drunk in peace here!

• Mira's dying plant reminds them of someone, and they remark how there's four happy, never changing plants all together on the other desk before hysterically laughing. Rubs their arms when passing the desks to try to simulate the human contact they'd get in earlier loops from their family.

• Says they'll make all the wishes come true if you Interact with the Head Housemaiden's wish survey.

• Rips the info on the King, if interacted with again they attempt their breathing exercises to no avail then suddenly smell sugar again.

• Looking at the drawings in this office will make Siffrin start thinking about defacing them, but remarks he doesn't have a pencil as he hysterically thinks scribble, scribble, scribble.

• Mocks themself for thinking odile is there if u interact with the checked out book list in the library.

• Gets upset if Interacting with the diary area bc they still can't say the name of their home country. Calls himself a stupid blinding idiot.

• Gets upset at the theater scroll section, stating why read one when you're in one. Tells themself to stop going off script and go if interacted with again.

• Wonders if they'll ever carve again when Interacting with the carving wood. States they'd like to carve the King if so so they can snap him in half if interacted with again.

• Interacting with the cupboard with eyepatch makes them say they're cold, their stomach hurts, they can't stop shaking and a headache is forming from thinking about their mistakes. Then they take the painkillers, one over the recommended dosage for their size.

• Interacting with food shelves makes them ask why their stomach hurts so much and they're so hungry like they haven't eaten in years.

• The croissant cookbook makes them grip their coin.

• The anthology of horror stories makes them repeat the scene with their family, before they mock themself again for knowing it by heart since they have always wanted to never forget

• Breaks one of the statues on the change God shelf in the pottery room.

• Refuses to take the gizmo, stating a fair fight or none at all.

• The clothing closet where Isabeau talks about your cloak makes him repeat the scene though says he's had this cloak forever in shaking text. When Isabeau goes to check the cloak Siffrin says that he doesn't touch them because they're disgusting. They say they're so cold. This time they realize they're hallucinating the others being there when they are going to do the final reply.

• They tell themselves to stop monologuing if they try to go towards the bathrooms.

• You can see the House inhabitants if you leave the final room!! And go back to Dormont to see the party they were getting ready for. The others will join Siffrin out of corcern for his mental state instead of stopping him which is nice. There's a bunch of interactions here I won't note but they're delights.

• Loop is gone, but Siffrin will leave their silver coin where they sat in a custom from his homeland.

Edit: thanks to @cleverretortnotfound for the hint that this changes! Instead of nothing there u find a silver coin. If interacted with he'll remark its the exact same as his own and call out to Loop, then ask if they should call them by their previous name... and Loop reappears. Silently they let Siffrin look them over, and though they don't have any features that mirror Siffrin's own... he knows. Theyre the same person. He takes their own coin out, flipping it before sending it to Loop who catches it without thinking. They look at it for a moment, before saying, "Oh stardust... so, you've won, haven't you? You broke the loops? Defeated the King? Talked to your party? Realized that all along, the reason you were stuck here was because of a stupid blinding wish you made? Awww. I'm soooo happy for you. You got your perfect ending, after all. And now... I have nothing left to say to you. So you should go."

Siffrin doesn't reply, causing Loop to ask why they're there still. What does he want them to say? WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY? HE'S WON!

Once again, Siffrin doesn't reply. Loop laughs, before saying "oh, Stardust! You know, you know I was just like you once! A stupid, aimless traveler, trying to find any reason to keep going! And then, I met everyone! And I felt that finally, I had people i could count on, people I could love! And then, I got scared! And made the exact same mistake you did! Make a stupid blinding wish, hoping I could stay with them! Went through the House, tried to fight the King, tried to win! Did that for so long, I couldn't even give you a number! And then... I couldn't do it anymore. ...You see, not unlike you a few hours ago, I did a very special kind of giving up. But unlike you, who gave up on your wish, and almost destroyed the world in the process... I gave up on my wish, and destroyed myself.

And made another wish instead. I wished it could be over. I wished I could get out of here. I wished for someone to help me. For someone... Anyone, to help me!!! And someone did help me, right? The Universe did! They got me out of here! And trapped me in some other Siffrin's loops instead!!! And it was fine. It was different. It was even peaceful, for a while. I didn't have to stay inside the House, trying to defeat the King. I didn't have to fight, I didn't have struggle, I didn't have to do anything.

(Note: during the last paragraph, during the I wished section up until the scream for anyone to help,, we see stills from the intro animation where Siffrin eats the star. Theres a new still though, a close up of Siffrin crying out before he ate it.)

I just had to watch, and be happy that at least, I wasn't the only idiot out there who trapped themselves eternally in time. I just had to be happy that at least, this time, it wasn't me. And now. And now. AND NOW YOU-!!!

So! Since you won't leave, here's what I'm thinking... let's fight, you and I! Let's have a cute, minuscule, old-fashioned little fight like a bonded couple. Okay~?"

Once again, Siffrin doesn't reply and Loop laughs, "nothing to say, still? Haha... HAHAHAHA!! STARS, killing you would make me SO HAPPY. (note: during this sentence temporarily Loop turns into Siffrin and looks rather... concerning) Are you ready?"

Siffrin tries to speak up, but Loop says they don't get a choice.

The battle commences, with Loop saying let's just get to it. Loop strikes with stars but isn't very strong, they loop back the 1st time you win, the 2nd, the 3rd, and on the fourth the photo changes (will add link to another post with pics later).

At the end of the battle Loop looks away before saying, "you... Siffrin, Stardust, whatever our real name actually is... just kill me."

Siffrin is shocked and asks why. "Why," they say, "Are you stupid? Isn't it obvious?! I wanted to kill you!! So I could take your place!! I wanted what you have!!! Stars, I still do! You... you don't.. you don't want another you walking around. You should just kill me and get on with your stupid life!!"

This makes Siffrin laugh and reply their self-hatred isn't strong enough that'd they'd kill another version of themselves. Loops laughs at that and says he's got weird priorities... then say but what if they're asking him? What if Loop wants this? What if dying is the ending they want?! Siffrin doesn't reply and Loop starts to beg, "Stardust, please, please just kill me!!! I don't want to be here! What else is there for me now?! You've won, so I should be gone!! I can't go back to how it was before, because that past is gone! I can't go back to my friends, because they wouldn't recognize me!! There's nothing else for me to do, no script to follow, no Universe to lead me, I-"

They can't continue, sobbing. "Why.. why did it have to be you...? I could've... I wanted to... if only back then, I... if I had held on longer... maybe then..."

Oh Loop, Siffrin thinks. But don't you get it, he says. Loop asks what is there to get. The reason he succeeded, he replies, but Loop still doesn't understand. They take Loop's face into their hands as they say Loop was the reason they succeeded! Without them, he would've given up too. Because they were by Siffrin's side they continued going. Yes they didn't tell him everything, yeah they didn't know what to do... but knowing they were here and he wasn't alone...

They tearfully reply he's lying, but he says he's not. They shout again Siffrin is lying, but they reply again they're not! They try to scream it again, but siffrin stops them by saying, "Loop. Mira sends her thanks, by the way. They all do." Confused Loop repeats the word thanks, adding "...to me...?"

Siffrin laughs, and reminds them they helped the others get to the King. That they sent their thanks for leading them to Siffrin. For helping them save him. Loop can't reply, and Siffrin says, "See?"

"Stardust... why couldn't it have been me...?" Loop asks, to which Siffrin replies they don't know. Maybe it was the script, maybe it was the Universe, or maybe... maybe it's no one's fault. Loop is silent once more and he replies, "I'm sorry, Siffrin."

Finally using Loops real name. Then adds, "And thank you, Loop. Without you, I would've given up a long time ago. Thank you for helping me, this whole time."

Loop doesn't respond and Siffrin goes, "Loop, we can-"

Loop cuts them off, "Siffrin." He flinches as they continue, "Please, you're going to have to talk to them, from now on. No more keeping how you feel from them. We both know where this leads. And if one day, no matter what you do, everyone's paths and yours diverge... you'll have to learn to be okay with it. We cant... we can't do this again. Hold them hostage, against their knowledge, against their will, just because we're lonely. Learning to talk to them... learning to let go... it'll be hard. It'll feel impossible. You might think you'd rather die than share how you feel. After all, isn't bottling things up the reason you managed to break the loops? You didn't have to tell them anything until the very end, and it turned out fine didn't it?"

Siffrin is silent, then attempts to say but, but if I talked to them earlier, then maybe - then gets cut off by loop, "Yeah, dummy. If only you had been strong enough to talk to them, maybe this whole story wouldn't have happened at all. If only... oh well. It doesn't matter now."

Loop starts to disappear. Siffrin asks where they'll go now? Loop sadly replies, "Oh, stardust... I don't know! I'll join you so we can become one? I'll Die? I'll stay under this tree forever? Does it matter?"

You can choose between it does and I guess it doesn't. I won't update this with the other, I'm sorry but this is taking a toll on me, so I'll atleast tell you what "It does!" Leads to.

They laugh, then say Siffrin's sweet. "Aww, don't worry, Stardust. Somehow... I'm sure I'll see you again. You... and everyone else. Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile, and Bonnie. I need to accept their thanks in person, don't I? That's just basic etiquette. And I'll need to give you back your silver coin eventually!"

Siffein agrees, and Loop continues, "...hmm. I'll see you all again soon enough, Stardust. I promise! I super promise! I super duper promise! So don't forget me, okay?"

The screen fades, leading us back to the gang. They welcome Siffrin back and ask if everything's okay. He says he thanked Loop, to which they're relieved. Odile says she was hoping they'd bring em back so she could thank them in person, and the others agree though Isa says they looked shy so maybe they were too embarrassed. Which is too bad because he had so many questions, and so he hopes they see them again soon. Bonnie says they wanted to know how Loop glows and how it felt, to which Mira chides them saying you can't ask someone how they glow. Bonnie is flabbergasted, making the others laugh.

Odile adds she hopes Siffrin told them they can see the gang anytime. Sadly Siffrin smiles before saying he did, and how they too hope Loop says hi again soon. The others note Siffrin looks sad while saying this to which he replies he was thinking of Loop. The others tell them they'll have to tell the gang more about them then soon. Like how they met and why they're a star. Also how they knew about the loops. They then go back to the final room.

• The best artist ever has something new in the epilogue.

Souvenirs

Silver coin

B4: grips it in his pocket.

Epilogue: remarks that it's been with them through it all and feels like it could've been used for something. Backstory no longer unlockable, but can be used at the Favor tree.

Drawn card

B4 epilogue: says it's a traveler walking to their death with open eyes, rips it apart.

The end: looks at the card and just says "it's you!"

Epilogue: says it's a traveler starting a new journey, the card is labeled the fool.

Bright flower

B4 epilogue: tears off all the petals then discards it

The end: says it's still here.

Epilogue: you still have the flower, he says before deciding that it's theirs now!

Friendship doodle

B4: Siffrin's face is blotted out, no reaction to viewing this..

Epilogue: their face is no longer missing. Unknown whether this was a hallucination on their end or not.

Clay

B4: presses it between their hands to try and help them with their breathing exercises.

The end: squish, squish they say.

Epilogue: Clay they say, before making a star. 

Piece of glass

B4: uses it to self harm by piercing it through a bit of the back of their arm multiple times. Says stars afterwards, can't tell if being sarcastic and calling the dots they made that or screaming the word like a curse as usual. (Updated: if used a second time Siffrin says they're making more tiny stars. Concerning)

The end: they say hide it, hide it don't make the others worried.

Epilogue: they become scared and startled, saying they need to be careful. Then they toss it before they can hurt themself.

Broken doll

B4: fixes the clothing on it, if u click on the cupboard it's from again tells it it'll see the end if it's the last thing it does.

The end: turns the doll so it can see everything.

Epilogue: they hold it close as they look at the sky, saying they both made it.

Crumpled poem

B4: genuinely could not read this the first seven times but using the capture reveals after reading it Siffrin repeatedly says they want to go home.

Epilogue: they read it, then say they'll never go home again, but maybe they can make a new one. They can't wait to see if they can.

Mirror picture

B4: no reaction. Says its of them and the actors despite no one being there.

Epilogue: they grip it tightly before tossing it, saying it's in the past now. That they're fine, they're fine! And if not they will be soon.

Long thingy-thing

B4: tosses it, saying it's not needed anymore.

Epilogue: they say it's their long thingy now.

#in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat #lbanalysis #Tw self harm #tw self destructive behavior

[worriedvision]

Bread Vs bred - Wriothesley

Gender neutral reader, reader wants bred but Wriothesley misinterprets it BC he strikes me as the kind of guy to not pick up on those things. Porn with a bit of plot, I'm more of a reader than a writer either this stuff to take this with a pinch of salt lol.

And yes the plot is a bit of a cracky idea I know lol

--

Wriothesley had been noticing how often you'd cuddle him from behind while he worked, not that he was complaining about it, so he felt the need to ask you about this.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Wriothesley asks, writing on the paper as you begin to try out your skills.

"Oh, nothing..." You start, kissing his neck. "I just want bred."

"Bread?" Wriothesley chuckles, looking over at the grocery list. "The list is there - please don't be shy about what you'd like."

Blinking stupidly, you process the fact he thought you said bread. Sure, it could have been picked up like that, but you thought your flirtatious actions would at least imply something else. Walking to the list, you see Wriothesley smile warmly as you add bread to the list out of shock.

Thinking back on it, you realise that despite how long you two were dating, the most you ever did with him was making out - and even then that was rare. He blames it on his work, but after his deflection you fear he isn't attracted to you and he couldn't just say no to dating you.

The next day, he notes that you stopped hugging him like he was used to. You were working in another area of the Fortress, which Wriothesley got, but even in the morning you didn't initiate the affection.

At lunch, he pulls you in for a hug which you accept, only to pull away when you feel him leaning in to kiss you. You hated the idea of forcing your boyfriend to give you affection, and now you were worried he felt the need to hug you because of all the times you initiated.

-

You go to the surface together - you with the list for grocery shopping and him to visit Monsieur Neuvillette - and he finally realises what you meant by wanting bread.

He asks Neuvillette about bread, leading to some initial confusion, only for Neuvillette to understand exactly what may have happened in the context of the relationship.

"What was your partner doing when you were hearing the comment?" Neuvillette asks, clearing his throat.

"They were hugging me from behind...now that you mention it they were kissing my neck...I still don't get what bread has to do with this." Wriothesley thinks out loud, Neuvillette struggling to keep a straight face.

He pulls out a piece of paper, Wriothesley tilting his head before focusing his eyes on the paper. Wriothesley blushes furiously upon reading the word 'bred', and this being underlined and pointed at by Neuvillette.

"I'm concerned if you don't clear up any misconceptions that may arise from you rejecting the *ahem* request for baked goods, they may wish to leave the relationship."

"Thank you for the advice."

Wriothesley runs out, Neuvillette shaking his head in disbelief that this was Wriothesleys pressing matter.

-

Upon returning to the fortress, you can't seem to find Wriothesley anywhere. You made sure to get a freshly baked loaf, hoping that you wouldn't have to devour an entire loaf by yourself to continue the impression that you really really like bread.

"Honey, could you come here for a moment? Lock the door behind you." Wriothesley calls from his office.

Doing so, you place the load of bread you got into the table, before beginning to unpack the rest of the goods. You hear him grab the loaf and place it on a chair, making you stop your movements and making you look at him.

"On the desk." Wriothesley demands, you placing the bag on the table. You didn't think he wanted you, so when he shoved the bdg aside, safe to say you're worried he's about to tell you he wants to end the relationship. He grabs your hand, coaxing you to the desk before leaning into your neck.

"I said I want you on the desk." He sings teasingly into your ear. "It's about time I gave you what you wanted." He smirks, leaning in to kiss you before beginning to throw your clothes off, various garments scattered around the office.

"You poor thing, wanting to be bred by me." Your boyfriend licks his lips, lube in one hand as he begins to prepare his length for you. "You think you can take all of this, huh? Let's see."

Lining himself up to your hole, he fails to maintain his bad boy persona as he whines out as he finally gets his tip in. Oh, you feel absolutely heavenly around his girth. And this was just the tip? Forget how you would take this, how was he going to fuck you without finishing too quick?

"Good hole, sucking me in nice and tight." Wriothesley laughs lightly, slowly pressing more and more of his length in. "Fuck, you feel amazing. Does this feel good?"

You nod, pulling him in to begin a makeout as your legs wrap around his torso. Feeling one hand support himself, you feel the other snake towards your lower half as he begins to play with you. You can tell he's not experienced, but he more than makes up for it as he keeps pumping inside of you while trying to make you feel just as good - or even better - than he is feeling.

He finally gets his whole length inside of you, and the moment you feel his balls tap your backside you break the kiss as you whine at the fullness of him. He lets out a whimper, along with a string of curses as he stops himself from thrusting violently into you like he knew he would once you give him the okay.

"Please, move." You encourage, him nodding as he begins to move his hips. Unable to choose both stroking your nether regions as well as pounding your insides with power, he goes to place both of his hands around your waist as he makes your hips meet him every thrust.

"Touch yourself, my breedable bitch." He growls, the slapping sound from his thrusts accentuating just how good he was about to ruin your insides. Your hands go flying down, but you can't find enough leverage on the table to support your neck as your boyfriend uses you as he pleases. You place your hands around your boyfriends shoulders, crescent marks impending into his skin as he builds up both of your releases.

"Be a good slut and look at me as I cum inside you, yeah?" Your boyfriend whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. "Thats it, you can barely focus. Those beautiful eyes, they can't even -."

He cuts himself off as he lets out a gutteral moan, hips stopping as he holds you on his cock as he spills his load. Being filled by your boyfriend felt absolutely euphoric, and his satisfied sigh as he collapsed on top of you, smothering your neck in kisses as he praises you for taking him so well.

--

After that fateful day, you both found yourself exploring more about each others likes and dislikes, which was a good thing for your sexual relationship.

The only thing was the poor prisoners that had heard glimpses of your lovemaking.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x gender neutral reader

[fatuismooches]

heyyy basically

i’m feeling absolutely shit rn bc i’ve worked myself into an utter state (god i’m praying i don’t faint after my exam and nullify it) so like what better to do than to come up with a brainrot

just imagine, it’s fragile! reader and they’ve got an upcoming assessment, biggest of the semester but fuck they just can’t study. their headaches are debilitating and constant but they push through anyways because god they need to get that score. they can’t fall behind now. and dottores been watching you all day, he knows he can’t get in your way, you were practically unstoppable; it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place. but rn? god rn seeing you like this planted a strange feeling in his cold excuse of a heart and he knew he couldn’t just leave you like this. without a word, he saunters over, and gently pries the quill from your hands, you protest but you haven’t the energy for much more really and so you let him. you let him guide you to the bed and you let him lay you down and slip in next to you. he wasn’t a man who thought much of ‘cuddles’ or whatever the hell you called it. yet he wraps his arms around you, gentle yet so firm you’d think a breeze could snatch you away. yet he cradles a hand behind your head and runs his fingers through your tresses, combing out knots, combing out stress. yet he presses you against him and lets the unspoken reassurances flow onto you through the way he pulls you under his sanctity. ‘don’t break yourself’ whispered his fingers as they traced meaningless alchemical symbols on your skin. ‘you’re perfect the way you are, you don’t need to do this’ reassured the proximity between the two of you. the only word that was vocalised between in the quiet sanctuary was your name. there it hung, palpable and present in the air. and nothing more was needed to be said

LOL SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG, can u tell i’m dying for comfort rn 😭

HOPE THAG MAKES IP FOR MY ABSENCE LMAOO

-🌕💗

🌕 ANON?? THAT FIRST SENTENCE IS VERY ALARMING PLEASE REST??? Studying and working are important but you and your wellbeing are more important 💖 Balance is key, please make sure to relax 😔 But the brain rot? *chef kiss*

If you had the energy to, you'd laugh at how poor your situation was. This... mysterious illness of yours just had to appear when finals were right around the corner. If it was just a cold or a slight fever, you could have worked through it, just as you had many times before, but this pain was unlike any you ever had endured. But anyway, surely you could get through this. It was only a few more days, and you absolutely had to do good. Especially since this professor was notorious for his long and complicated exams. Especially because you couldn't bear to think what would happen if you fell behind. What Zandik would think of you.

You could always tell when Zandik was looking at you because anyone really could feel the piercing stare he gave off. You two studied in the same room but in different spaces for maximum concentration and organization. You used to ask him questions and such but you've been far too quiet now for his liking after since you became sick. And while he does admire how perseverant you are to knowledge, he does not enjoy forcing you to go to sleep or watching you barely touch your food while studying. Even he has to acknowledge the limitations of humanity. No human can properly function like this.

The silence he used to crave becomes unsettling, and he shall tolerate it no more. You don't even notice him coming up behind you, thinking he's too focused on his own stuff, so when your pen is plucked from you rather easily you're surprised for a good few seconds. You're opening your mouth to protest but the words don't come out when you see the expression on your lover's face. Zandik gives you a look that you have only seen a few times but understands well - the one where he will have his way, he won't take no for an answer.

So when he pulls you from your desk and lays you on the bed, you can't help but mutter some grumbles as to how you were perfectly fine, and he did this kind of stuff before so why couldn't you do it, which he promptly shuts you up with a flick to the forehead and soft blankets. He doesn't verbalize it but it's because you are clearly tired and sick. You are sick with something he doesn't understand for once in his life and he cannot seem to find any kind of information or research or anything whether it was from hundreds of years ago to a few. And you are pushing yourself through it with no knowledge of the consequences, and no knowledge means no predictability. And then means there is uncertainty which he does not like when it comes to you. For once, he is unsure. Zandik does not enjoy that feeling.

When he initiates the act of cuddling you are surprised but do not question or tease him for once, as comfort was what you desired the most now. Your senses were all hazy from the onslaught of illness and studying and he was being so un-Zandik-like but you lived for moments like these. Your brain had trouble processing his movements but he was doing all the things you enjoyed, fuzziness and heat warming your body. You could make out the lines being drawn on your body, a habit he tended to do unconsciously. The rubbing of your skin in the sore places from studying nonstop. No words needed to be said. Zandik wasn't very adept with flowery words anyway, and you preferred it that way. This meant more than words could convey, and you fell asleep quickly in your beloved's arms.

Zandik looked at you, completely knocked out with not-so-subtle eyebags. Your painfully weak grasp on his shirt. You were far smarter than what a test said anyway. He himself knew that for sure. Maybe that final of yours will be postponed. Better yet, canceled. He'll see what he can do.

Whenever I'm in Sumeru I'm always reminded of how I'd NEVER EVER join the Akademiya because of how hellish it seems, so much work and years to graduate, too much thinking, way too many smart people there who would talk circles around me, uniform, studying, failing, no sleep, and then there are students like Layla barely surviving 😭 I have no talent but sign me up for theater 🙏

Anyway... I appreciate all short and long brain rots, they're so 🥰 I wish I could provide more comfort but... *hugs you* <33

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #this was delicious bUT PLEASE DONT OVERWORK YRSELF 😭😭😭 #as a student i can relate bUT!!!! #youve clearly worked so hard and youre going to do great 💖 #TAKE A BREAK AND REST OTHERWISE...

[aanoia]

your taylor swift song imagines give me life so I HAD to request one. Can you do something to Timeless from Speak Now TV with either james, sirius, or remus? whichever one you see fit!

I'm so happy I give you life ;) I chose James bc deep down I'm a James girl and it just fit best with him imo. I hope you like it!

Timeless

James Potter x reader words; 2230 song; Timeless by T Swizzle (TV, duh) alright y'all, this one might get a little confusing. Let me break it down for you. italics is lyrics (and two other super small things, you'll know it when you see it), italics and bold is memories, there's two memories split into three parts total, when the story starts saying would that means thats what would happen if it did, yk. You and James do die, I just wanna make that clear. if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. now, i have two things. one, you can give me requests anyone in the marauders era btw, not js the actual marauders (i'll even accept Peter because i like to think he never became evil and was always just shy little Peter). Second, GIVE ME PREFERANCES PLS they'll be good fillers for in between longer fics so please pls pls i rly want sushi rn anywho HAVE FUN

Down the block there's an antique shop

And something in my head said "stop", so I walked in

Y/n quietly walked into the small antique shop and the woman at the counter smiled kindly at her. She smiled back and gave her a small nod before looking around the shop. It was much bigger than it looked on the outside, so she assumed an enlargement spell was used on the inside. There were loads of trinkets across the many shelves, big and small.

On the counter was a cardboard box

And the sign said photos 25 cents each

Y/n’s eyes caught a bright white sign with bold red letters, “Photos 5 knuts per” she walked over to the table, curious. She thumbed through the pictures, all of them were old, as they were dusty and black and white.

Black and white saw a 30s bride and

Two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house

I smiled as I pulled out a picture of a man and woman. The man was in a nice suit, a bright happy smile on his face as he held the hand of a woman with a beautiful wedding dress on, her smile matching his. They seemed to be laughing in the picture, radiating pure joy. I turned the picture around and read the pen, “Just married! 7/24/36”

The kind of love that you only find once in a lifetime

The kind you don't put down

As Y/n flipped through more pictures, her mind wandered to James. She saw them in these pictures, together no matter the circumstance, with bright smiles on their faces and laughs leaving their lips. They’d be hopelessly in love in any universe, and she knew it.

And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain

But in those photos, I saw us instead

“Oh, did you stop by the antique shop?” Y/n’s mom asked as she walked in through the door, a small bag in my hand. 

Y/n nodded with a smile, “I did, it’s pretty cool in there. I’d love to talk more but I need to write James a letter.”

Her mom laughed, “All right, you go, don’t take too long though. Supper will be done soon.”

And somehow I know that you and I would've found each other

In another life you still would've turned my head

James looked up from his desk as a loud pecking noise was made on his window. He smiled as he saw his girlfriend's owl, banging his beak against the glass of his window with a letter tied to his leg and his claws clutching onto a brown package. James opened his window and let the owl in, petting him gently and placing a few pellets on the window cill for him to munch on. 

James opened the letter quickly, pausing as two black and white photos fell out. He furrowed his brows at the photos and his eyes flitted to the package. He grabbed it and untied the string, opening it quickly to find an old book, a few specks of dust on the front. He laughed to himself at the randomness and began actually reading the letter.

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944

And you were headed off to fight in the war

“Off to war?” Y/n would’ve said, a laughing tone in her voice.

James would’ve nodded with a smile, “Yes. But we could write to each other, we could court and then once the war is over we’ll get married!” He‘d say excitedly.

Y/n  would have laughed, “Of course we will.”\

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James would’ve been hanging halfway out of the train, the only thing keeping him in being his friends as he waved to the love of his life.

“I love you!” She’d shout and he’d blush.

“I’ll see you later, love! Don’t miss me too much!” He’d yell back, blowing her a kiss before he was forced back on the train.

I would've read your love letters every single night

And prayed to God you'd be coming home all right

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be ridiculous. James will be fine, I’m sure.” Lily would tease, smoothing down her skirt as she sat on the bed next to her best friend. 

“That’s easy for you to say, Lils, he’s not the love of your life. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” She’d say, setting his latest letter into a box that held all the other ones.

“Y/n, have faith in the man. He’s strong, he’ll make it.” Lily would persist and Y/n would nod with a sigh.

And you would've been fine, we would've been timeless

She’d run to James at the train station and he’d drop his bag and hold his arms out, catching her in an embrace and spinning her around. She’d laugh joyfully, thankful the love of her life was finally home. 

“Oh, I’m so thankful you’re okay.” She’d whisper and he’d kiss her cheek. 

“I’m thankful to be back with you, beautiful.”

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So even in a different life

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James smiled at her idea, quite liking it himself. He loved listening, or in this case reading, about all her ideas. He knew how much her mind ran wild, thinking of every possibility for every little thing, and he loved it. He loved being a part of it. 

I had to smile when it caught my eye

There was one of a teenage couple in a driveway

Holding hands on the way to a dance

And the date on the back said 1958

James picked up one of the pictures and smiled at the couple, still in their wedding attire, holding hands tightly on a porch. He set the photo down, it not being the one he was looking for, and picked up the other one. He gazed at the two teenagers, almost imagining them as himself and Y/n. He could see it, and he remembered what it was like taking her to the Yule Ball. How beautiful she looked in her dress.

Which brought me back to the first time I saw you

Time stood still like something in this old shop

I thought about it as I started looking 'round

At these precious things that time forgot

Y/n and Lily walked into the train station together, hand in hand, happy to have made a friend before they even arrived at Hogwarts for their first year. Y/n giggled as Lily told her a story about one of her friends, Severus, and promised to introduce the two to each other. Y/n suddenly paused and Lily looked over, concerned.

“What is it?” Lily asked and Y/n pointed to a boy who was messing around with two other boys.

“He’s-” She paused, trying to find the right word. “Beautiful.” Lily laughed loudly and Y/n snapped her head to the side, “What?”

Lily shrugged, shaking off her laughter. “Nothing, nothing.”

That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs

Story of a romance torn apart by fate

Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love like we did

And I'd die for you in the same way

If I first saw your face

James looked at the book he had unwrapped and silently read the title. He hummed thoughtfully and opened the cover, leaning back slightly at the dust that filled the air. He smiled at the dedication the author gave. 

“To the love of my life. We, my dear, are timeless.” He read out loud softly. 

In the 1500s up in a foreign land

And I was forced to marry another man

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“James.” Y/n would’ve said, running to him and hugging him after they were finally alone. “I don’t know what to do.” She’d cry softly as he rubbed her back gently.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” He’d say quietly, being equally as lost as her.

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“Do you have everything?” He’d whisper outside the castle and Y/n would nod, handing James one of the bags.

“I do. Let’s go.” She’d say and throw the bag over the back of her horse, making sure it was secure as James would do the same. They’d share one last kiss before mounting their steeds and riding away as quickly as possible. By the time the castle woke up and realized the princess was gone, it’d be too late.

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So even in a different life

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James laughed at her story, setting down the letter and glancing at her owl who hooted softly, waiting for something to return back to his owner. James pet the owl again before pulling out a piece of parchment, his quill, and an ink well, and immediately started writing back.

Time breaks down your mind and body

Don't you let it touch your soul

It was like an age old classic

Y/n smiled as the familiar pecking of her owl reached her ears. She rushed to her window and opened it, petting her owl gratefully and pulling the letter off his leg. Y/n sat down on her bed and practically ripped open the letter.

The first time that you saw me

The story started when you said hello

In a crowded room a few short years ago

It was third year, in the Great Hall. Y/n had spent the last two years of her life pining after the one and only James Potter, who barely even glanced at her. At least, that’s what she thought. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. 

“Just go talk to her already, Prongs.” Remus said quietly, patting his friend on the shoulder. 

James shook his head, “No way. I couldn't.”

“Why not?” Peter asked.

“Because Peter, she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, has perfect grades, I mean, she’s probably the smartest witch I’ve ever known, minus my mom. She’d never like someone like me.” He explained and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Dude, you’re hot. That’s all you need, now go.”

And sometimes there's no proof, you just know

You're always gonna be mine

We're gonna be

“Hi, Y/n.” James said, standing awkwardly as the girl turned around awkwardly.

“Oh, hi, James!” She said, a small blush painting her cheeks.

“Okay, bye, Y/n.” He said, walking off and cursing to himself for messing it all up like that.

“Uh, bye, James?”

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray

We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we made

And you'll say "Oh my"

“Aha, look what I found.” James would have said to his wife, pulling out the pictures she had sent him many, many years ago.

“Where did you find those? Did you find the book too?” She would’ve asked, a smile on her face as she would look at them. 

James would’ve shook his head, “Nope, no book. I’m not sure where that went. I found the letter though.” He’d say and pull it out as well. Y/n would smile as she reread her words.

“Oh wow, I’m such a sweetheart.” She’d say with a laugh.

“Not much anymore.” James would tease and Y/n would’ve hit his arm. “See what I mean.”

We really were timeless

We're gonna be timeless, timeless

You still would've been mine, we would've been

“Come on, Harry. I saw this shop when I was going on errands with mum.” Ginny said, pulling her boyfriend into a cute little antique shop. Harry looked around in awe at the shop.

“Why, hello there, young ones.” The lady at the front said, a warm smile on her face.

“Hello, ma’am.” Harry greeted and Ginny smiled at the old woman. 

Even if we met

On a crowded street in 1944

Still would've been mine

You would've been

“Look, pictures.” Ginny said, pulling Harry over to look through them. They sifted through them silently before Ginny pulled one out. “Harry, these look a lot like your parents.”

Harry grabbed the photo and inspected it closely, “They… they are my parents.” His eyes widened as he looked at the cost of the photo. The sign had bright red ink on it, “photo’s 5 knuts per”.

The lady at the front smiled when Harry placed the picture on the counter. She gazed at the photo and shook her head with a laugh.

“I remember when she first walked in here. Ah, it was such a long time ago. She bought a few of these and an old book, and two weeks later she brought him in. They were such a sweet couple. I wonder how they’re doing now.” The woman reminisced as she took the knuts from Harry.

Harry smiled at the woman, holding back tears, “Yeah, I wonder too.”

Down the block there's an antique shop

And something in my head said "stop", so I walked in

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[fowlfics]

other than my Crocodad DofuWani bullshit (which is now at 22k and yes this is the first im mentioning it here whoops its still only half done. send help) my other brainrot which i have been thinking about today is AceLaw.

More specifically, an AceLaw where they met shortly after Ace entered the Grand Line, started dating, Marineford happened as normal... And then the plot starts. With Luffy and Law and the insurmountable mountain of grief they're both shouldering.

I have something relatively short (2k) to post about it soon, courtesy of exploring exactly how many characters will discord let me cram into a single message (got to -8808 lol) over in MDL

Here's an excerpt bc i ought to make some use of this blog:

Pulling out the leather-bound journal, he set it carefully on Luffy's lap.

"Please don't destroy it. There's only this one copy."

Luffy glanced up at him, baffled. It was better than anger or sadness, at least.

Law motioned towards the book wordlessly and leaned against the desk; No description he could give for the book would be better than Luffy just taking a look himself.

He pulled the cover open gingerly, recoiling slightly at the sight of the first page. It was inked almost fully black, with only three coloured letters right in the middle of it: red A, blue S and yellow L.

Their first Jolly Roger, Ace had told him. The one they flew over the treehouse right up until they abandoned it after their brother's death.

Law supposed it might still hang there, if no one had bothered to take it down.

Luffy whipped his head up, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Keep going," Law encouraged. "He wanted you to see it, eventually."

Looking back down, Luffy turned the page. And then again, and again, and again, moving through the pages fast enough to make it clear he wasn't actually reading any of the words, barely looking at the pictures.

If he was anything like Ace, he likely couldn't read all that well, not even the carefully calligraphed words Ace had bribed Law into writing for him.

That was fine, though. There would be time for reading, later. Luffy already knew most of those stories, anyway. He had been there for them.

The only novelty would be getting to learn Ace's perspective on them; Something that, judging by his words, Luffy could clearly use.

It didn't take him long to reach the end, flipping the pages faster and faster until he reached the end of the filled portion. The few dozen empty pages fell towards the rest easily, opening the journal on the last page, the one Ace had most often returned to.

Luffy's hand carefully traced the edges of the portrait carefully inserted into the back cover.

"This..." he trailed off.

Law gave him a moment. When it became clear he wasn't going to continue, he filled in himself.

"Is Sabo, yes."

Luffy looked up at him again. There was old pain filling them, old tears.

"Ace had been working on it for a long time," Law elaborated. "I have a whole binder of his previous attempts, too. He wasn't happy with how this one turned out, either, but he said it was the closest he could get." And then, because he had been curious for the longest time- "Did he get it right?"

Luffy hunched his shoulder. "...I don't know," he said. "I don't- I didn't remember what Sabo looked like, anymore."

It's been ten years, to be fair. If someone had asked Law to describe Cora-san, he would have had troubles, too. Feathery coat, heart-dingled hat, wide lipstick smile, spikes under his eye, that much he remembered.

But how many spikes? Under which eye? What colour were the eyes themselves?

Time had an unfortunate habit of sanding away the details, taking the sharp edges of memories and tumbling them into blunt, opaque things, like sea glass.

It did the same to grief; That was the price you paid for healing.

#fowlficsbits #one piece #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #portgas d ace #SFOI #< the crocodad dofuwani bullshit tag #MHMBAB #< this AceLaw AU #bc i have terminal brainrot and I might talk more about it

[drghostwrite]

so I’ve noticed you’ve written for both criminal minds and x-files,

would you write smth where the reader used to work on the x-files but dosent anymore and is new to the bau and one one of the cases it’s clear it’s not a normal case and they r kinda like “omfg-“

sorry if this dosent make sense ignore if so and if you don’t wanna do this or have anything to do with it ^^”

omg this is a perfect idea and I just rewatched the episode of criminal minds where the psychic is being used and JJ ends up enlisting his help. Though I did a Dana Scully x reader relationship bc why not two independent strong women and I made reader like a unit chief from all the expertise they would bring. I really hope you like it, though there will most likely be multiple parts bc I LOVE this idea, please request more in the future my little genius.

Pairing: Criminal minds BAU x reader

Summary: Reader is was assinged to the X-files, after a heated realtionship with Dana scully you transferred to another team allowing the two of you to be together. One case triggers your past memories but did you realize it to late or did you come to in time to save another life.

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You ran a hand through your hair, your tired eyes were red from exhaustion. The coffee had gone cold so you exchanged it for a cold redbull in the fridge which had since grown warm. The mental exertion of this case was taking its toll on your team. You checked your phone again, no new notifications, you lingered on the picture displaying, you and Dana, you were leaned back against her, head turned up as she had a hand gently placed on your cheek her lips pressed to yours, a perfect pairing. You wanted nothing more than to have her wrapped in your arms, soft lips on yours as her warmth seeped into your bones, yet here you were 23 hours in, 5 victims, and no leads.

You walked out of your office and down the hall to the large conference room that your team now occupied, they were bouncing ideas off of each other, files splayed across the table as some wrote quick notes, you could hear the furious typing of Penelope Garcia as she stared holes through her laptop, she was fact checking as Emily and Rossi threw more ideas into the mix. JJ sat on the edge of the table watching as they talked amongst themselves, quickly she made her way over to you as you stepped into the doorway.

"Hey..." she spoke softly.

"Hey, how's it going in here?" you motioned your head towards the group.

"Honestly we're grasping at straws here, I don't think we have any real leads."

"Hmm..." you said as you turned to walk back to your office motioning your head for her to come with, she followed close behind. You dug through the stack of files behind your desk pulling out the newest victim.

"What's this?" she asked sinking into the chair in front of your desk.

"Victim number five." you spoke softly.

"Five, have you shown this to the team yet?"

"Nope, I got it faxed in only an hour ago and after looking over it so far it's no help." you sat down into your chair.

"I think we need to present this..."

"Yes but, all we have is the same signature but the killings aren’t the same...I wanted to see if the team had any more ideas.” You rubbed the stress lines forming on your forehead.

"So far no but it can't hurt..." she trailed looking over the file. you stood to walk back out of your office, she followed closely behind and as you stepped out, something caught your eye, turning and looking down into the bullpen you saw a man. A man that JJ recognized as Stanley Usher, "Mr. Usher." She greeted the tall man.

"Miss Jennifer Jareau, I would ask how things have been but by the energy this place carries not good." he said looking over to you, despite his strong demeanor he had very kind eyes.

"You my dear, have a very strong energy about you." he smiled at you. you gave a small smile back.

"Mr. Usher this is our unit chief, SSA Pierce."

"Mmm," he nodded approvingly, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Pierce, if I may..."

"It's miss and you may..."

"Pardon me I thought with the ring." he gestured towards your hand, where you wore a white silicone ring.

"Not married, just..."

"I see, well I'm sure you will be soon, any woman would be lucky to have you..." You looked at JJ thinking maybe she told him about Dana but she quickly assured you that she hadn't said anything.

"I only stopped to drop something off for Miss Jareau but, then I saw you. Whatever case you're working you need fresh eyes, a particular redhead might be able to help you out," he said smiling before taking his leave. You turned towards JJ, who shrugged utterly confused by the situation.

"Go present to the team... I have a phone call to make." you quickly handed her the file, returning to your office where you picked up your cell dialing Scully. It rung a few times before you finally heard her voice, deep and raspy laced with sleep.

"Y/N?..." she whispered.

"Hey baby, I'm sorry to wake you."

"No it's okay... are you okay?" she asked a small bit of concern slipping in.

"Well... um, not exactly, we found another victim..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Yea, me too... But that's not why I called... Dana I need a second set of eyes on this, the team is worn thin and I really need you."

"Okay, I can be there in 20 minutes."

"Thank you, I'll brief you when you get here."

"You'll get him Y/N... I'm proud of you, I love you."

"I love you too." you ended the call quickly gathering everything to brief her when she arrives.

---time jump---

20 minutes later you heard a small knock on your door before you heard the click of the lock and it slowly swung open, a small amount of light seeped in as she stepped into the room, the only light in your office was the lamp on your desk and the one on the table next to your couch, the couch that you were currently curled up on, you felt her hands press into your shoulders and wrap around to your front, one hand covering your heart as she rested her head on your shoulder her forhead against the side of your head.

"Dana..." you slowly whispered your voice threatening to break from exhaustion, and frustration.

"It's okay, I know..." you pulled apart. She looked at the file splayed across your desk, picking up a few of the pictures and comparing them.

"Hey did you say if your guy has been doing surveillance on anyone."

"Not that we know, why?"

"Just cause this looks an awfully lot like one of your agents and this one too..." she said holding up the pictures next to the large group picture you had of the team.

“Oh my God… that’s it… you’re a genius.” You said shooting up out of your chair and kissing her, “Dana Scully you are an absolute genius and love of my life.” You smiled at her as she shyly smiled back.

You quickly turned running down the hall to where the rest of the team resided… “I got it!” You exclaimed a little too excited, they all looked at you as if they had been jolted with electricity.

“He’s building a team…”

“Rebuilding the BAU?” Emily questioned looking at the pictures on the monitor.

“Can’t be, we don’t have a red head…” Rossi trailed.

“But Y/N did…” Dana spoke up and they all looked behind you to see her standing there.

“Team this is Dana, babe this is the team.” They all waved no time for introduction.

“What I mean is Y/N you were in charge of a team…” before she could finish you were sorting the pictures.

“Oh God he’s building my teams… Dana…” you motioned towards 5 grouped pictures on the wall Scully and Mulder, along with Emily, JJ and Spencer look alikes all plastered on the screen. “The team I worked with during the X files and my team now he’s rebuilding them, killing them and then staging them at these crime scenes…which means at least 4 more victims.”

“but cause of death is always different?”

“it’s our weakest cases… look..” Dana pointed to the redhead, the way the victim was posed was identical to a case that almost killed her, and she ended up taking leave shortly after to recover before returning to the field.

“And the gifts?” Jj asked motioning to the second board where pictures and evidence bags sat holding gifts that had been delivered to everyone, some at the office and others at various locations.

“Get the correct order that we were all sent the gifts I guarantee it coordinates with the victims… he’s dangling this right in front of our face.”

“on it!” Answered Reid, JJ, and Emily at the same time.

“Garcia once they did this I want everything compiled anyone that would’ve had access to our cases and reports, and that bought something like this,” you pointed to the tokens displayed in the room, a variety of “gifts” that the unsub has left.

#x yn #x reader #x files #the xfiles #criminal minds x reader #character prompt #jj jareau x reader #derek morgan #david rossi #emily prentiss #criminal minds #bau team #bau x reader

[bisexualjohnseed]

Hi, sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if you think that Wesker is attracted to Rebecca (bc of easter egg, Wesker Mode in RE0)? I would like to enjoy posts about Wesker but that kinda keeps me from doing it since it would be extremely creepy if he actually got a thing for her since she's only 18.

Hi!!! It's no bother at all. This exact topic has haunted me for a long time, actually, so I'd love an excuse to ramble about it.

TL;DR: No, I don't think that Wesker is attracted to Rebecca. Take it with a grain of salt, have fun, and enjoy the sunglasses man to your hearts content.

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Since Capcom nor the original RE2 team have ever come out with their exact intentions behind the Rebecca photo, we can only really speculate what they were trying to do there. Were they trying to hint that Wesker has some weird sexual obsession with Rebecca? Unlikely, IMO. Were they trying to sprinkle a little secret fan service into their game? YES, definitely!

It was pretty common for games of that era- especially Japanese games- to add some kind of fan service like that into their games, devs loved that shit. Still do. But because fan service has basically no reason behind it, they usually ended up adding it in really weird and random ways. In RE2, the only real place it would have made sense for the photo to be would have been the S.T.A.R.S office and, my guess is, since Chris's desk already had a lot of items connected to it, Wesker's desk just was the next logical conclusion for them. Re2make was just playing to nostalgia.

You also have to realize that if he really did have a thing for her, that probably would have come up at some point in literally any other way. Wesker mode in RE0 is explicitly just a fun little costume mode and an act of fan service in its own right. There isn't any changes to the story, cutscenes, or dialogue, only gameplay. As well, if he had a thing for her, you'd think it would have been considered important enough that OTHER games might have used it as a plot point. Like, re5, maybe? Perhaps they would have put her in Jill's role, or made Wesker come after her in some other way. Instead, she's just an unlockable companion for Chris, nothing more.

Anyway, sorry for such a long-winded answer to your question, but NO, I don't think Wesker is attracted to Rebecca. I think he is just a victim of unfortunate circumstances that have implicated him in having a thing for a girl literally 20 years his junior. Maybe I'm wrong, but as it stands I think you're safe to enjoy him as much as you damn well please, as long as you just don't think about it all too hard.

#thank you for asking me this specifically bc it gave me something to do on the bus #i also love talking about my favs and how theyre treated in their media #resident evil #albert wesker

[paris-geller-was-straightwashed]

I've been trying to figure out what I want to say. not that anything I have to say is important; more as a way to think things through.

there's no way to exactly compartmentalize. but if I've realized anything, it's this. in my roughly ten year process of activism and coming to understand social inequity, nothing has radicalized me more then palestine.

nothing has made me more aware of the utter betrayals of our social system. nothing directly at this point, has made me truly see that our political systems can and will turn their backs on human lives when it suits them. it's embarrassing, but it took a scale as big as this to undo 27 years of propaganda that we (as in those in a western capitalist society) have created this system that allows for lives to be wiped out and for others to allow this to happen. how utterly dangerous and cruel. really, you only have to watch so many back to back clips of people being slaughtered right next to clips of rich men in suits chatting casually at the UN like they're not debating over who gets to live or die, to become enraged.

the devastation we were seeing even just a couple days after oct 7th was enough, but when the west did not report or cry over those little lives left all alone to rot in a decomposed hospital like how they wailed over every single israeli hostage - that said everything to me.

I'm sure we're all waiting for the day we can talk about this as a past event and for the palestinians living through it to still be alive to talk about it. for their freedom. but right now, this has changed everything for me. I'm not heavily involved in politics or would pretend like I have a finger on the pulse of anything, but I really do believe, that this has massively shifted things here in north america. note I'm canadian, not american, but regardless, ppl my age and younger have not only never seen such aggressive destruction play out worldwide like this, but more so, been so blatantly lied to and disregarded by their government. their worries quieted, their demands tossed aside; the whole world is calling for a ceasefire, and it's literally like no one in a suit behind a desk can see us. we're screaming and they can't even be asked to look at us. this already fragile line of trust between the public and their politicians, has essentially snapped completely. people like myself, have come into the reality the system & the people in it not only do not care for us, but that they don't need to either. I'm not sure how these politicians in power are going to get people to back them again, when it's becoming very clear to the masses that whatever we have to say doesn't matter to them anyway. it all feels very much like a tipping point, at least to me.

but I'm about to take a hard turn, back to palestine. there was a moment in all this madness that has stuck with me ever since, that I've thought to post about but couldn't verbalize. I think it was AJ who had a clip of it and I've searched their YT pages up and down for the video, but annoyingly cannot find it again - so I apologize that I don't know any names (but if you know what I'm referring to, then PLEASE let me know bc I truly want to know who this happened to). it was early in the war, I believe it was still october.

there was a video from someone who's become one of gaza's media reporters, a man I do not know the name of. from what I understand, he was born and raised there, and did local photography. but like many media personal in gaza, when the war hit, he started to document. he ended up posting a clip that haunts me; he was riding in an ambulance with others that was transporting people to a hospital. while they were riding, people fleeing from what I believe was a bombing stopped the vehicle. they were carrying a baby. the baby was bleeding and bruised and cut, from the recent attack. they pleaded with them, to take the child to the hospital and then placed the baby all alone into this man's arms. imagine that. you're a photographer with no training, caught in the middle of one of the world's bloodiest fights ever witnessed. you're unequipped and frightened. you're just trying to escape with your own life in tact. and then someone hands you a baby. they just place a baby in your arms.

out of nowhere, there's this little life in your hands. blood is cracked over their once soft skin and they're crying, blindly calling out for mom or for dad, who may never come back. their tiny heartbeat hammers under the torn pair of clothes, having narrowly escaped death. but only narrowly. and now, it's yours to bear. a human life, clutching on still, and it's up to you to wrap it in your arms and make sure it lives.

out of everything coming from gaza, I've been unable to shake this image. I just couldn't possibly imagine if that was me. as far as I understand it, this guy wasn't a formal journalist, just a media influencer who photographed and talked about his hometown, no training - and then he's thrown into a warzone. and more, another life is placed onto him.

he handled it, from the clip, very well; kept calm and composed and tried to calm the baby too. I wish I knew, if he was able to help that baby survive. I hope the little life did.

I hope they both did.

#free palestine #meanwhile guess who just learned that the company they had investments in sponsors #a local jewish group that has ardent ties with israel and sponsors groups and builds centers there #so I'm gunna be pulling my assets outta there as FAST as as I possibly can #would've been fine if it was just a regular jewish community group but then you had to go ruin it by feeding money to warmongers #they also put up this stupid website claiming to be about 'real peace' solutions and they put in ''''facts'''' #which says it's antisemitic to equate the israeli government/army to nazis #and their '''''proof''''' is just links to right-wing sites with NO SOURCES or articles that literally only cite themselves #if my eyes could roll back any further in my head I'd have seen into my brain #anyway here's just my rambling thoughts but I will be reblogging actual useful information/posts when it comes to palestine

[harryconcepts]

part 75

aster when his angel is having bad dreams 😔 he's noticed her waking up a few times in the night but she's usually so quiet and doesn't wake him up so he doesn't really know how bad it is 😔 then one night he's ready for bed but she's stalling so much being all "i just want to watch another episode please :)" and he can never say no to her and he figures she'll be falling asleep halfway through anyways so he says yes, but then they're getting to the end of the episode and she's not looking tired at all, she's even picking up the remote to start another episode but he kind of takes her hand and says "I don't think so... it's late, wayyyyyyy past my bedtime" trying to make her laugh but she's tearing up 😔 he's all "oh no baby I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad I'm sorry" pulling her against his chest 😔 through her tears she says "I'm sorry for making you stay awake I wasn't trying to bother you" and he's shushing her saying "you're not, I was just joking, I promise I don't mind you know I love being with you" and he can tell there's something on her mind she isn't telling him 😔 so he says "but are you okay? how come you don't want to sleep?" and she shrugs, sniffing a little and saying "I just keep having really bad dreams" and his heart breaks 😔she sounds so sad and her voice is so small like she's a little embarrassed 😔 he says "I'm sorry, i wish you would have told me" and she nods, then she's sitting up a little and rubbing her eyes saying "i don't know why I'm crying I'm just so tired" and he hated so much that she's hurting 😔 he says "I bet you are, my poor baby" and hugs her again 😔 he says against her shoulder "I'll stay up for a while, how's that sound? if it looks like you're having a bad dream I'll wake you up" ands she's saying no, she doesn't want to make him stay awake but he just shushes her saying "i don't care, i need you to feel safe and be able to sleep so I'll stay awake as long as you need" doing everything he can to make her feel better 😔🤕

dating harry and you have a 3 year old daughter from before you met him, she would love him so much 😭 he gets so excited when you tell her that her friend harry is coming over and she's all "Harry's coming here? to play with me?" and you say yes and she's sooooo happy 😭she gets her tea set all ready for him and you make some lemonade for the little tea pot 😭 when he comes over she runs to get the door and he picks her up bc she loves feeling tall 😭 he comes to find you and give you a hello kiss and she's all "hiiiii mommy Harry says we can play now so stop kissing him and we can go play" and you laugh and let them go 😭 you join them at her little table and she's so excited to bring you cookies and lemonade 😭😭😭😭😭 she would just love him so much and he loves her too 😔😔😔😔😔

don't think about aster using his thumbs to spread angel open so he can look 😵‍💫 she would whine but he just shushes her and says "I'm looking, be a good girl for me and let me look" and he would be so mean teasing her 😵‍💫🤕

after you find out your bf cheated on you you're out at a bar by yourself basically just wallowing in how sad you are and harry happens to be at the same bar 😋 he comes over and asks what youre drinking and buys you another 😋 then he says "you're too pretty to be looking so sad" and that's the first thing all night that makes you smile bc it's kind of a dumb pickup line but still 😋 you say "yeah, I guess I am" and you get to talking 😋 before you know it it's been hours and you only realize when your stomach rumbles, but ofc he's a gentleman and doesn't say anything he just says "I haven't eaten all night, care to join me for some food?" and ofc you say yes 😋 right from the beginning of your relationship he's so amazing and always showing you how you deserve to be treated 😔

harry with his student gf 😔 he comes home to see you literally fell asleep at your desk, your notebooks and pens and flashcards spread all around you and a lecture playing on your laptop 😔 your hair is up in a messy bun to keep it out of your face and you still have your glasses on so he's whispering gently to wake you up, he's taking your glasses off and gently rubbing the red marks left behind as you slowly wake up 😔 he's saying "come on, let's go to bed" and you're blinking saying "no I have so much studying to do" but he shakes his head, closing your laptop and making sure it's plugged in and charging before he comes over to help you get settled in bed 😔 he says "you can study tomorrow, I'll even help you, but it's time to sleep now" and he tucks you in 😔 you're out right away and he tidies up your study area a little bit so you won't be stressed about the mess when you wake up, then he goes to get you some water in case you wake up in the night and then he's climbing in with you 😔

okay I'm thinking about regular harry who has a roommate and stuff and one day you and harry are ... getting into things in his room when his roomate comes home 🤭 you can hear him out in the kitchen making food or whatever and he calls "do either of you want anything?" and harry is so frustrated he just yells "we're BUSY" and you're laughing bc he looks so annoyed and then he's all grumpy saying "it's not funny 😤" but it kind of is and he's literally inside of you which somehow makes things more funny so you can't help it and soon he's laughing too 😭 giggly sex... he's all "it's NOT funny this is serious time😤" and that makes you laugh even more and he's so annoyed but one look at your face and he's laughing too 😭😭😭😭😭😭giggly sex that's cut off by moans every now and then and him telling you how much he loves you and maybe a few awkward things happen like you accidentally bite down on his lip way too hard and he's so dramatic so he pouts until you give him very gentle kisses on his lip or he moves wrong and his necklace gets tangled in your hair and yanks on it so he's trying to fix it while he's literally inside of you but he's so focused that he forgets what he's doing and he moves a certain way that just hits a 🫶🏻nice spot🫶🏻 and you gasp out a moan and he looks down all worried he hurt you but then he realizes and he's laughing 😭 you say "shut up it's not funny" and he finally gets the necklace out and says "I'm sorry" and leans down to kiss you but he's smiling too big and soon you're both giggling 😭

harry when your sex drive is a little higher than normal 😁 he definitely teases you a little bc he can't help it but then he's throwing your legs over his shoulders and getting to work 🫡 after you cum he's nosing around trying to clean you up a bit then he flops to the side and says "let me know if you want to go again" and he has absolutely no problem letting you use him to get off 😁

and once he pushes all the way in he would have to hold her hips down bc she keeps squirming and trying to get him to move but he wants her to be desperate first so he holds her still 🤕

okay but harry when you're on your period 😭 you're crying over everything and just so distraught for no reason 😔 he gives you a hug as you're literally sobbing "I'm so sad and I don't know why and i can't stop crying😭😭😭" and he's just rubbing your back slowly saying "i know, i know baby, it's okay" and you just cry harder because he's always so good 😔 he holds you so tight and rocks side to side a little bit bc he's such a mother 😔 you say "I'm so sad and my stomach hurts and I just don't feel good" through your tears and he's all "I know, I'm so sorry you're hurting" and he doesn't care that you're getting tears all over his shirt, he's just worried and wants to help you feel better 😔 when you calm down a little bit he says "do you want some ice cream? I just bought some" and about two seconds later youre crying again and he's all "oh no, I'm sorry i didn't mean to make you cry-" but you say "no it's not that I just love you and I really like ice cream" still crying so hard and he's trying so hard not to laugh bc he doesn't want to make you feel bad 😭 he says "how about you go get in bed and get a show ready, I'll warm up your heating pad and get the ice cream" and you nod, he thumbs away a few of the tears and says "I love you" and kisses your cheek 😭

having a little "groupie" routine with harry 🤭 he has his security escort you to his dressing room after the show and you wait for him there 🤭 when he comes in he's closing and locking the door behind him then slowly walking over to you saying "I heard you're my biggest fan" and you nod, he gets closer until he has you backed up again the wall and he whispers "let me show you how I thank my biggest fan" and he drops to his knees 🤭 afterwards he's kissing you all over and you're breathing heavy saying "that better not be how you treat all your fans" and he laughs saying "mm mm, only you" 🤭

okay so Harry on Valentine's day........he would wake you up with kisses and when you finally blink your eyes open he's smiling soooo big saying "good morning... I made you breakfast" and he shows you the little tray of heart shaped pancakes.... he definitely feeds you fruit and little bites of the food..... giving you kisses between every bite ..... telling you he loves you so much and you're so beautiful...... then you would lay around all day together watching movies and making out and maybe taking a nap together.... later he gives you a few little gifts, jewelry and chocolate and other things he knows you'll love.... then he tells you to go get ready because he's taking you out for supper ..... and he gets dressed up all fancy in his suit with all his rings on and a tie that matches your dress.... he gives you a million kisses once you're ready because he just can't stay away, you look so pretty..... you're laughing saying he'll get lipstick on him but he doesn't care... and he's such a fucking gentleman all evening, he always is but he's just a little extra sweet ..... then when you get home and go to the bedroom to get changed and take your makeup off you see that he's scattered rose petals all over the room and bed.... and there's candles all over the room waiting to be lit... and a bottle of wine and some glasses ......

so you go to get changed and you grab his favorite lingerie of yours to put it on for him.... when you come out he's still in his suit, he's going around lighting the candles but he looks up when the door opens and he smiles soooo big when he sees you.... he comes over slowly and puts his hands on your hips, pulling you to stand against him when he says "I love this" and you smile saying "i know you do" and then he's walking you over to the bed.... you're stepping through the rose petals and the room is only lit by candles and you say "this is very romantic" and he just says "only the best for my gorgeous girl" and pushes you to lay on the bed.... he says "want you to get comfortable, I'm going to take my time with you" and you're blushing so hard because you know he's about to be absolutely feral and depraved with you... you're getting settled on the pillows and he starts undoing his tie 😵‍💫 he starts going for his shirt too but you say "no wait..." and he looks at you with his eyebrows raised, you say "leave it on" and he smirks so big.... he says "oh yeah? like seeing me in my fancy suit?" and you nod, your voice is shaking a little from how tense the room is but you say "you look... expensive" and he's so smug seeing how turned on you are 😵‍💫 he steps closer and says "alright then, anything for my girl hm?" and you nod... he smiles nudging his nose against yours and says "you're spoiled, you know that?" and you nod again, trying to kiss him but he moves juuuuust enough every time 😵‍💫 finally you whine and he smirks saying "see, spoiled" but he leans closer and finally kisses you

😵‍💫his hands are on your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly while you kiss and he's teasing just enough to drive you crazy 😵‍💫 finally you turn your head to break the kiss and say "can you please just- please?" and he doesn't even respond, he's making his way down your neck with open mouth kisses leaving love bites every so often 😵‍💫after a few minutes you whine "harry, please" and try to move your hips up against his but he just grips your sides to keep you still 😵‍💫 he says "not yet, pretty girl, I told you we're going slow and that's exactly what we're doing" and you're getting soooo worked up so you huff and say "we can go slow later I just need you now" but he smirks saying "so impatient... that's too bad, we're doing what i say tonight" and all you can do is whine 😵‍💫 he kisses all over your tummy and hips, being so gentle and teasing when all you want is for him to touch you 😵‍💫 finally he has you lift your hips so he can pull your panties off and you think he's finally going to give you what you want, but he's not done yet 😵‍💫 at first he's just looking, his face is so close you can feel his breath against you when he says "you're so wet, I've barely even touched you baby" knowing soooo well that he's been driving you insane for the last half hour 😵‍💫 all you can do is whine and lift your hips, but he just ignores you and moves down to kiss his way up your leg 😵‍💫

he starts at your knee and kisses soooo soft and slow all the way up, when he's at your inner thigh he's so close you can feel his breath again but then he moves, he skims his nose down your other leg and starts kissing back up again 😵‍💫 by now your chest is heaving, you can barely think and he hasn't even properly touched you yet 😵‍💫 when he's back at your inner thigh you're expecting him to move away again but his hands skim up and he uses his thumbs to spread you open so he can look 😵‍💫 he's smirking so big at how wet you are and how swollen everything looks from all the teasing and he's a little bit mean so he leans closer and blows a stream of cold air on you 😵‍💫

you jump and whine "please, please no more i need-" and he doesn't even let you finish your sentence before he leans in and licks you 😵‍💫 you let out the loudest moan he thinks he's ever heard from you and you can feel him smile against you 😵‍💫 he would love to keep his hands there because he likes having you all spread open for him but you're moving so much from how intense it all is so has to bring his hands back to your sides and hold you still 😵‍💫 he makes up for it by burying his face deeper and really going for it 😵‍💫 you're basically crying above him from how good it feels and he is not giving you any time to take a breath 😵‍💫 soon you're almost trying to squirm away because it's so intense but he is nowhere near done with you so he lays one of his arms across your pelvis to keep you still and the extra weight pressure right where it's sensitive makes you so 😵‍💫 and that has you crying out even more 😵‍💫 one of your hands comes down to clutch at his hair and he feels you pulling him closer but he does not mind one bit 😵‍💫 soon you're gasping that you're close and he doesn't make any sign that he heard you, but he sucks on your clit a little harder and you know he's trying his best to make you cum, hard 😵‍💫 you barely even have time to warn him before you're cumming all over his face, letting out the prettiest noises for him bc it's so so good 😵‍💫 you can feel how sticky you are down there and he's cleaning you up with his tongue, it's so sensitive it almost hurts but he's being gentle 😵‍💫 soon though you have to pull him say bc it's too much and he flops on his back next to you, you're both breathing heavy and you're feeling better than you have in a loooong time 😵‍💫 then he reaches over to the side table and grabs the bottle of wine, he pours you a glass and says "happy Valentine's day" 😵‍💫 all you can do is nod and take little sips while he holds the cup, but by the look in his eye you can tell that the night is far from over 😵‍💫

harry coming home to you when you're sad 😔 he texts you when he's heading home from work and you don't answer so he figures you're napping or something, then he gets home and sees you're in his bed all bundled up in the covers and he figures you must have been really tired so he's moving around soooo quietly trying not to wake you 😔 then he's getting into bed to lay with you for a little while and he moves to brush some hair out of your face when he feels how warm your face is and a little bit of wetness on your face so he's sitting up to look at you and he says "what's the matter baby? are you crying?" and his voice is so soft and worried 😔 you nod and say "I'm sorry, i just had a really bad day" and he's immediately wrapping his arms around you saying "hey, hey, you don't need to be sorry... I'm just worried about you, just want to help you feel better" and you're crying harder bc he's so good to you 😔 he holds you so close, stroking your hair and rocking you a little bit to help you calm down 😔 he would say "you can tell me about it, if you want" and you shake your head, he murmurs "that's okay" and he holds you until you're ready for him to let go 😔

just had a thought and it hurt my own feelings... angel would rub asters back for him 😭 he's hunched over all day working on tattoos or drawings and when he stands up she sees him stretch and she notices how pinched up his face gets and she knows he must be sore 😔 so one day when he's working on a drawing she comes over and just starts massaging his back for him, soon he drops the pencil and lays his head down on his desk letting out a little sigh and saying "that feels nice" while she works 😔 sometimes he lets out a little gasp when something is tender and she gets nervous and stops touching him but he says "no it's okay, just sensitive there but it feels good" so she keeps going 😔 soon he's almost asleep and she's so happy she can help him feel just a little bit better 😔🤕

Harry would always be able to tell when you're not doing well 😔he notices how you're more tired, or not eating the same, or your room gets really messy, and he just knows you're not okay even if you haven't said anything 😔 he makes it clear that he's there for you, whatever you need, and he wants to do whatever he can to help you feel better 😔 whether that's cleaning up around the house while you're sleeping or making meals for you or just holding you and letting you talk or cry, he's there for whatever you need 😔

the thought of him saying pussy makes me want to throw myself off a cliff like ......... spreading you open with his thumbs saying "just want to look at your pretty little pussy" "she's so wet for me hm? no wonder why you've been whining for me" "just want to give her some kisses, be sweet and hold still for me" I'm screaming moaning wailing in pain 🤕

I think aster leaves his lip ring in when he .... goes down on her bc she likes how it feels 🤕 but then sometimes he wants to be a little rough and he's worried it will hurt her so he takes it out and she immediately is all 😶 bc whenever the lip ring comes out she knows she's about to get her shit rocked 🤕sometimes he'll even get all smirky and make her take it out for him 🤭🤕

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry concept #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine

[blueeyedheizer]

1.6k celebration - blurb event

rules

you can send up to two prompts

the list is kind of long because I will only use each prompts once. this is the main difference with my previous blurb events! first come first serve kinda :)

please do not mass request <3 and finally please please pleeeease bear with me and my slowness. i'm still struggling to write rn so like. uh. yeah. be patient 😭

characters:

-matt, matthew connellly

-michael gray, j cody

-seb jacobs, frank mccullen, four

-cassie howard, pippa

-eddie munson, chrissy cunningham (no smut)

(i'll be privileging requests for sydney and stranger things bc I wanna write more for them — but feel free to request for whoever you want from the list :))

prompts:

#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"

#2 "This is a one time thing”

#3 “bend over the desk”

#4 “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

#5 "you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine."

#6 "well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. 

#7 "i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

#8 "i'll never forget you."

#9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why."

#10 “i want to taste you”

#11 “my mom/dad adores you.”

#12 "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

#13 “touch me and you lose”

#14 “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

#15 "man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “

#17 “tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”

#18 “stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”

#19 "I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.”

#20 "I'm really not in the mood." "You never are."

#21 "I love you."

#22 “y'know, i was hoping to make a sandwich but seeing as you're here already, wearing that, i'd rather have something else to eat.”

#23 "I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." "don't ever say that...you made me so happy."

#24 "that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

#25 "I'd hold onto something if I were you."

#26 "You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

#27 “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

#28 “You're so beautiful.”

#29 "It’s really hard seeing you/him/her with him/her everyday.”

#30 “There will always be a part of you that wishes you could be with him/her."

#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend."

#32 "look, i don't know if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.

#33 "If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

#34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

#35 "did you fake it?"

#36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."

#37 "i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.

#38 "If you die, I’m going to kill you"

#39 "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here."

#40 "It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

#41 "What do you got?” "Uh...A headache.”

#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.”

#43 ''you only call me when you want to hook-up.'' '' that was part of the agreement, wasn't it? ''

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

#45 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot"

#48 "Look...I know we broke up, but you know that you aren't any less important to me now, right?"

#49 "Spread your legs."

#50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect"

#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

#O you can also suggest a prompt from my previous prompt lists :)

#michael gray x reader #cassie howard x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #michael gray fanfic #cassie howard x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #euphoria x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x reader #four/billy x reader #frank mccullen x reader #seb jacobs x reader #pippa x reader #sydney sweeney x reader #cassie howard smut #michael gray smut

[chloerie]

(Compilation of my incorrect quotes on ao3 so far.)

Philip Schuyler: How's the sexiest person here~?

Catherine VR Schuyler: I don't know how are they~?

Philip flustered: I-

Gertrude from across the room: I'm doing great thanks!

Toddler Eliza: Hey! Let Mommy and Daddy firt!

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Toddler Eliza Holly Ham after Hammi’s death: Momma are you alright? You’re scaring us..

Elizabeth: I’m fine love don’t worry

AJ(Alexander Hamilton JR): Ma no you are not I know you well enough to know you’re not.

Elizabeth: Okay dang you don’t have to call me out like that-

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(This one is 20 and 21 respectively year old Pip and Kitty)

Catherine VR Schuyler: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Phillip Schuyler: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Catherine VR Schuyler:

Catherine VR Schuyler: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Cat VR Schuyler: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated

Philip Schuyler making jazz hands: Killed without hesitation

Cat VR Schuyler: Philip my darling husband-

Gertrude: Pip my darling baby brother-

Philip Schuyler: I’m literally like 3 years younger than you Gert.

Gertrude ignoring that Pip cut her off: We’ve talked about this-

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Angelica sitting next to Cat VR Schuyler: You can’t just set all your problems on fire

Elizabeth holding Alexander’s letters to her: You’d be surprised how many things are flammable dearest Annie

Cat VR Schuyler hugging Elizabeth: Betsy no burning the letters from Alexander. I swear to goodness

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Series of Unfortunate Events!Gertrude: Now now Schuyler orphans-

SOUE!Angelica(AKA Violet): Don’t call us orphans. We may be orphans but we’d prefer you didn’t call us that.

SOUE!Eliza(AKA Klaus but he’s female): Yes exactly

SOUE!Peggy(Sunny but she’s 12): *Hums in agreement*

Fanny Hamilton walking into her and her husband’s house: Hello people who do not live here.

Eliza Holly Ham: Hey.

Alexander Hamilton JR: Hi.

Philip Hamilton: Hello.

Elizabeth Hamilton: Hey!

Fanny Hamilton: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Eliza HH: We were out of Doritos

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Gertrude: WHY. Why did you give Phil a KNIFE?!

Cat VR Schuyler: I’m sorry. He said he felt unsafe.

Gertrude: Now I feel unsafe!

Cat VR Schuyler: I’m sorry.

Cat VR Schuyler: ... would you like a knife?

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Cat VR Schuyler: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Angelica: Rude.

Lillybet(AKA Elizabeth I nicknamed her that bc I can): That’s fair.

Philip Schuyler: Not again.

Alexander Hamilton SR: Are you going to want this back?

Cat VR Schuyler: NO-

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SOUE!Angelica: Hey Eliza-

SOUE!Eliza: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

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Store Worker: Would a Mx. Eliza Schuyler please come to the front desk?

SOUE!Eliza, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to SOUE!Angelica and SOUE!Peggy

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

SOUE!Angelica and SOUE!Peggy simultaneously: We got lost :(

SOUE!Eliza: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

(Klaus seems like the sibling who has to take care of his older and younger siblings. Yes he’s canonically the middle child)

Cat VR Schuyler: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Peggy: Have everyone stand.

Angelica: Bring three more chairs!

Philip Schuyler: The most important ones can sit down.

Elizabeth: Kill three.

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Eliza HH: Everyone synchronize your watches.

Angelica Ham: I don’t know how to do that.

Alexander Hamilton JR: I don’t wear a watch.

Philip Hamilton: Time is a construct.

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Gertrude: Thanks fam!

Peggy: Oh no

Angelica: *cries* I love you too

Philip Schuyler: Sounds fake but okay

Cat VR Schuyler: *A flustered mess*

Elizabeth: can I get a refund?

(This is the one generated by the incorrect quotes generator lmao)

#hamilton incorrect quotes #i’m obsessed #Fr my ao3

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: If I make you cringe with some of my choices I apologize but not so much bc I did say all my fics are written first and foremost to please me lmao -Danny

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Phase Four Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘(Wish I Didn’t Have To) Lie’ -by Catie Turner ft. JORDY

ii: M.O.U.S.E.

Cat was welcomed by none other than Maria Hill. She smiled at the woman and the agent eyed her with a look of satisfaction.

"Right on time."

"Were you expecting me to arrive in pajamas and with a hangover?"

Hill adopted a more serious expression as she guided her to one of the elevators.

"Well, you're twenty-one—"

"Twenty-two," Cat squinted. "I think. Sorry, I spent three years in space and sometimes I get confused... but I'm pretty sure I'm over twenty, anyway."

Hill handed her a pad and pointed at it. "Well, you know S.H.I.E.L.D will welcome you with open arms, but an agent does far more work than an Avenger."

They entered the elevator, it was completely empty so Cat changed the subject to the part she was most interested in.

"If I'm honest, I'd love to be busy for a while, it's not like I have anything else going on. I do hope the pay's decent, I got a few bills to settle."

The older agent looked at her with no discernable emotion, but her voice was a little softer once she spoke. "How are the others?"

By "others" Cat assumed she meant the remaining heroes: Barton, Banner, Thor... She knew Wanda was somewhere upstate, but her guilt didn't allow her to build a meaningful friendship with the redhead.

"You're worried about us? I didn't take you for the motherly kind, Hill."

The agent shook her head. "You've grown, but you haven't changed."

The doors of the elevator opened, and Fury was directly outside, waiting for them.

"Agent," he greeted, "been a while."

"You and your theatrics," Cat grinned. "How long have you been standing there waiting so you could make an entrance?"

He raised a brow. "Watch your mouth, kid, you can't talk to your boss like that."

"Oh, so I'm hired? I don't remember signing any papers..."

"Talking about papers..." Fury guided her through the hall with Hill walking behind them. "Tony's will has been read and delivered for the most part, with the exception of your part as well as Peter Parker's."

She'd been expecting to hear his name at some point, yet the mention caused her stomach to drop.

"Tony died months ago," Cat frowned.

"We are not a law firm, delivering wills isn't our job. The only reason why we're the ones calling is that Mrs. Potts told us you weren't answering her calls."

"I thought she was trying to make me visit," Cat mumbled, "I'm not up for it."

Fury didn't bother to ask why, instead, he continued explaining what they'd been doing all those months. "We've been trying to catch up. Now that we got a decent hang of things, we can finally move onward."

"You guys would've caught up way faster with me on your team," she pointed out, "but your pride stopped you from admitting you needed the help of your youngest trainee."

Fury stopped in front of a door that had his name with the word "Director" under it. He walked in, Cat moved forward and looked around: The office was nothing out of the ordinary, with a desk and chairs, as well as two file cabinets in the corner of the room. All the wide windows, displaying a breathtaking sight of the city, only got a silent five-second glance. She walked directly to a chair and sat down waiting for the others to join her.

"I thought you'd pick a fancier setting," Cat said shortly.

"You don't like the new premises?"

"They're okay."

Fury scoffed. "You go to space once and suddenly nothing pleases you."

"I never said that," she smiled. "Let's circle back to Tony, alright? What do I have to sign?"

Hill took the pad from her hands and typed a few things in, a copy of the papers was shown to her, and she read it quickly.

"Sweet," Cat looked up. "How are you guys supposed to give an A.I. to me? Is it in a pen drive or something?"

Fury opened a drawer and pulled out two small packages: One was a case, and the other was a small square box. Fury pushed the latter forward, Cat looked inside.

"A... watch?" She tilted her head. "Now wait— Well, it's something..."

"And this..." Fury grabbed the other case and stared at it. "We know Parker is a friend of yours. Any idea as to why Tony left this for him?"

Cat raised a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"

Fury looked at her. "Just making sure."

The girl put her watch —or earpiece, whatever it was— back in the box.

"Are you going to hire me as an agent?"

"Is that what you want?"

"It's what I'm best at."

He grabbed a file from the table and handed it to her. "Why don't you start with this, then?"

Cat barely skimmed through the first few paragraphs when she realized the file was about her, of her time as New York's most deadly vigilante. The girl placed the papers back on the smooth surface with a heartless expression.

"Yeah, I might know who that is..."

"You can't do that again if you're going to work for us," Fury supported both hands on the table. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she looked at him without any remorse. "I was keeping the city safe, that was all."

"We're back, so there's no need for that now," he pushed the file toward her again, "read it well, take it home with you if you must. Think of all the damage you caused while you were 'keeping the city safe'. I will only hire you if I'm sure you can follow our rules to a T."

Cat grabbed the file and her A.I. She wanted to ask about Peter, were they going to try and hire him too? She didn't want to make Fury think she cared.

Cat stood outside the building for a second too long, before she could walk away a man spoke in a rather excited voice.

"Cat!" Happy was carrying a few boxes like the one she had in her arms. "I've been trying to call you for days!"

"Hey," she smiled awkwardly, "sorry, I've been busy. I don't know, I felt like I was only going to waste your time."

The man frowned. "I was the one calling."

"No yeah, but... when I was younger you'd call to see if I was at Peter's, to know if I needed something," they walked into the building, "I keep telling myself 'he's just calling out of habit, it's better if you don't pick up'..."

Happy stopped so she had to as well. "Cat, being your caretaker is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I already lost a friend, don't take this away from me too."

She gave him a tired smile, trying not to drop the box she was holding. "If I didn't have my hands full, I'd hug you."

"I know, that's why I'm saying it now," he chuckled, "we're too awkward for that, don't you think?"

Cat laughed. "Maybe. But that was a sweet thing to say, man. Thank you. But I can assure you it's been a few years since trouble's all I've been able to cause—"

"About time!" May received them in the hall, Cat almost dropped her stuff and ran out of the building.

"May," she said stupidly. "Hi. All good?"

"Oh," Cat realized then the warm welcoming had been directed at Happy, May hadn't noticed her until then. "Hi, C— As good as it can be."

"Is the landlord giving you problems? He used to get along with P.J. just fine..."

"Everything's good, thank you again for letting us borrow it for a while. You should drop by someday," May tried to tempt her, "we can order pizza, talk about what you've been up to..."

Cat lifted her box to hide her face. "I have these old clothes I want to give away."

"And I brought these too," Happy showed his own boxes. "Where should we put them?"

The woman walked them to a wide room with several large tables. Cat was looking around to make sure no familiar set of brown curls would show up unannounced.

"He's in school."

She turned to look at the woman as she emptied her box. "Sorry?"

"Peter," May clarified, "he's at school. He had to restart his year."

"Oh," Cat blinked. "How is... he doing?"

Cat mentally scolded herself at the pause, she didn't want people to think she cared about him, and yet her body and mind continued to betray her.

"He's getting through," May smiled a little, "I'm just happy he gets enough sleep."

"Of course," she figured that it didn't matter much whether she cared or not, she was already talking to his aunt, "but is he okay?"

There was no use in pretending in front of the woman, she'd seen her fall in love with Peter, and she'd been a sort of surrogate mother at some point in her life. She couldn't lie to her. May's eyes twinkled, Cat wondered why on earth wasn't she angry at her.

"He's getting through," May repeated, "you should talk to him, he misses you."

She gulped, shaking her head a little and looking down at the clothes she was folding. "I'm about to start a new job and I'm... I don't think I'll be around."

"What?" Happy came out from behind a pile of containers to look at her with concern. "Where are you going?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D might hire me," she said, voice kinda quiet, "I've been waiting for a while."

"So soon?"

She couldn't help but smile. "Don't you mean so late? They were supposed to take me when I turned twenty-one! I got all the freedom and crazy experiences I wanted, I'm ready."

Happy didn't know what to say, and Cat wasn't sure she wanted to hear it. She patted his shoulder lightly, then promised May she would be there next week with more donations. May looked down at the men's clothes she'd brought and realized it was all Pietro's.

"Are you sure..?"

"I have no use for it," she tried to smile, "I'll keep a few things, but I'm sure he'd like his clothes to be put to use. I'm doing what he wanted... I think."

As soon as she left, the young woman searched inside her pockets and pulled out the earpiece. She turned left and stood alone in the middle of an alley. There, she put the artifact in her ear and looked down at the crumbled-up piece of paper in her hand.

Let no one stop you, Kitkat. You're the best of us.

Take care, T.S.

P.S. Say Mouse.

"Alright," she took a deep breath, "Mouse!"

The tech quickly spread over her mouth, nose, and ears. It became half a mask, of a different color than the usual palettes Tony used in her old suits, a tone of greyish-white. Her eyes weren't covered by it now that they were no longer sensitive, it reminded her of the old facemask the winter soldier used to wear.

"Stand by for biometric scan," replied a mannish voice in her ear.

"Oh shit," she muttered, jumping a little, "wait— is that Dylan O'Brien's voice?"

"Biometric scan accepted."

"It is!" She gasped. "Mouse?"

"Hello, Copycat. I'm Mouse. Tony created me to be your assistant."

"He made you for me?"

"Yes,"  the voice replied, "Mouse stands for 'My official and useful server for emancipation'."

She smiled a little. "Let's get out of here, Mouse."

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