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enm-enthusiast · 6 months

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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 6 - Thomas Part 2

Author's Note: Two Parts in one day! I know it'd been a while since I last posted, life gets in the way and whatnot but I'm still here and dedicated to giving you the stories you all love!

This chapter will be focused on Thomas from Ethan's perspective...does our stud Professor have the hots for one of his students??? Find out ;)

Part 2 -

Two Parts in One!

Ethan I had just sent away Professor Whittle and her small group of female volunteers when Thomas finally showed up. Only three other male students had agreed to participate which was fine, seeing as the study was meant to be on a small scale though I would interview each of them separately to make them more comfortable…for what came next. Thomas was the last to arrive, and when he entered he looked flustered like he had lost track of time, and I thought it was perhaps from being exhausted, studying perhaps?

I’m ashamed to admit that I found the lad quite beautiful, he had a thin but angular face, with sharp blue eyes and wavy dark hair that narrowly avoided going past his eyes. He wore a plain green tshirt, a dark brown coat from being outside, and brown pants. When I had finally gotten a closer look at him when he came up to me earlier, I thought he was the most beautiful young man I had ever seen, and my cock had started to rise in my pants as if in response to an attractive fellow male in my presence.

I felt a slight heat rise in my cheeks as well, because I could feel the arousal in my loins but it was only a little, not so much as to pop a boner right here and now…not yet anyways.

“Ah, Thomas, I was afraid you weren’t going to show up after all,” I said.

“No, just-just got…lost around the building, that’s all” he replied in heaving breaths. “Regardless, I’m glad you're here because now we can start” I said and directed him to sit with the others.

He did as I told him and it sent a rush through me that he was so quick to obey… “Now, you all know why you are here, I assume you’ve got your forms all signed and you will hand them to me” I said and sure enough all four of my volunteers handed over their signed forms which had now effectively sealed their fates.

“Good, now then, here’s how it works, I’ll call you one at a time and you’ll proceed into the medical exam room right behind me”-I said, pointing towards the door.

“Once you are inside with me, you are to follow all of my instructions to the letter, and will continue to remain part of the study until its duration, understood?” I said, and the first three nodded but Thomas…hesitated before agreeing.

“Excellent, now, Blake is it? You're up first” I said and the tall skinny blonde from my Anatomy II class followed me into the medical exam room, and as I closed the door I glanced towards Thomas and we locked eyes for a split second before I fully closed it. I silently cursed myself to get a grip and be professional, he's a student for god’s sake!

Thomas He’s a professor for god’s sake! I thought as I noticed Professor Ethan’s gaze locked onto me right before he closed the door. I could hardly ignore my dick twitching in my pants as I saw that familiar gleam in my professor’s eyes…I still couldn’t quite figure out what it was exactly, but I had my suspicions. Still, he couldn’t possibly be interested in me…would he? He was the star Adonis of the campus, all his students talked about how hot he was and were jealous of whoever got to date him. So the thought of him desiring me was absolutely preposterous…wasn’t it?

I waited there, down at the end of the row of pull-up chairs that were put out for everyone to sit, and as I sat there my mind was an influx of emotions, ones worried about George, others on getting this extra credit, and now I have to deal with a possible crush on my professor??? It was enough that by the time that Blake had returned it seemed only seconds had passed for me. The tall blonde looked…different, like a warm glow about him but also an ashamed look in his eyes as well. Next up was Wes, a medium-height caramel skin and shoulder-length hair that it seemed he braided himself and when he was in there I swore I could hear them talking or some very…odd noises. Regardless, he came out quicker than Blake did and had a satisfied smile on his face. Next up was the guy sitting at the opposite end and for the first time I noticed…it was George from the Anatomy I class. He was glaring right at me, his ice-cold stare sent chills down my spine like it did before and Professor Ethan looked disturbed when he had to call him in. Not taking his eyes off me, George got up and followed Ethan into the exam room.

For some reason, George was in there a lot longer than the other two, longer than they probably should have. I started to worry, remembering George’s threats from earlier, what exactly did he mean when he said “or else I’ll make you my little bitch, too?” that didn’t make any sense at all! nonetheless…I was about to get up and go find Professor Whittle when at long last George emerged from the exam room and he had a devilish smile on his face. Ethan looked…disheveled, but nonetheless the same if a bit more stiff and stoic than he usually was. George didn’t glare at me again, instead he merely winked and walked right out, leaving it just between me, and professor Ethan.

Ethan “Thomas Miller? Come on in, you're the last one” I said, trying to sound as professional as possible and not like my ass had just been rammed into, I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself for continuing to let George do this to me. Ever since he and James had…stolen my clothes and done all those…other things then maybe I would feel like I still had a shred of dignity to my name. But now? Every time George got me alone these days he held that copy of the video over my head and I had no choice or I’d lose my job at best and go to prison at worst. Most of the time he just wanted to fuck me, other days he’d strip off all my clothes and leave me tied up to my own office chair until the janitor found me and helped me. Thankfully I was able to play it off as a silly prank by some trouble-making students.

Just now? As soon as the door was closed he wasted no time, he bent me over the table that I now directed Thomas to sit on and then he…took off my pants and started pounding my ass, he had even grabbed my hair, and I thanked god that the walls were thicker in this building because even though I stifled my moans, George never made an attempt to hide what he was feeling. The little punk had the nerve to threaten me before he left…he told me to keep my eyes off of the other guys in the class, said I was his and that he didn’t like to share. He seemed particularly focused on Thomas about that last bit, and it worried me, he could do whatever he wanted to me but I drew the line at hurting my students! I had to do something about this, it was far past time and needed to take action now before Thomas or anyone else…got hurt.

“Professor? Is everything alright?” I heard Thomas say and I turned to look at him and with the lamp shining directly on him I stifled a breath in surprise because he looked absolutely beautiful, even more so than usual.

I realized then I had been staring at my clipboard for a few minutes now, distracted by my thoughts about George. “Oh, yes just…checking to make sure I had to right papers for you here” I said and to prove it I got a new copy of his initial charts and refilled out all his information on it before I collected myself and started preparing him and myself…because I was about to see Thomas butt naked.

“Alright…here’s how it works Thomas, first I need to do a full check of your male anatomy so…I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes please, and put them on the chair by the door” I said, my voice even despite that my cock was literally lurching to life in anticipation.

Thomas’ face grew bright red, and under the lamp light it only made the color more prominent which made him so adorable…but nonetheless he didn’t seem surprised, in fact he didn’t even voice any protests like Blake had.

He hesitated at first, but he muttered something and despite that he was still bright red he got up and with great reluctance he began to pull off his clothes. First he removed his socks and shoes, afterwards his coat and at the first glance of his upper body I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. I tried not to stare, captivated as Thomas lifted his shirt over his head exposing his bare torso but I was surprised by how much musculature he had on him it was difficult for me to try and concentrate on filling out the form in front of me especially as my cock started to ache inside my pants.

What came next, though, was Thomas slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He kept his head down but I could tell he was so embarrassed to be exposing himself to his own teacher, but it seemed…more than that somehow. I peeked inside his pants and my cock rose to full hardness when I saw the sexiest burgundy red silk briefs on him. I was positively drooling at the sight, but I managed to tear my gaze away and take notes on Thomas’ male anatomy features. At least that wasn’t so difficult to do in this state, especially as the lad finished removing his jeans which left him in nothing but his briefs. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly grasped each side of his briefs and slowly lowered them down his legs. My dick throbbed and even felt it leak a little as I saw Thomas’ perfect cut cock come into full view. It seemed that Thomas regularly shaved off his pubes which only made his dick seem that much larger, there was already a little blood rushing to it so…I was guessing maybe 7 inches? The perfect length, too….no, stop it he’s your student I said to myself.

Thomas stood there, fully naked in front of me and he slowly started to gather up his clothes and placed them on the chair beside the door as I instructed and stood there by the table with his arms covering up his crotch. “I’m sorry Thomas, but I need to examine your anatomy and that means…genitalia too” I said, gently trying to calm the poor kid down.

Thomas grew redder in the face but he moved his hands aside and his cock had grown to half-mast now, and with my clipboard in hand I prepared the checklist the same as the others…

“Now, for our first overview I’m going to be observing your anatomy, and once I am done with that I will be testing your body’s sensitive areas to get a rudimentary idea of your body’s sexual arousal response, alright?” I said, again gently.

Thomas didn’t object but nor did he respond except for a slight nod of his head and refused to meet my eyes. I could hardly blame him, but I had a job to do still despite the aching boner in my own pants.

So, I raked my eyes over Thomas’ naked body and the more I looked at it the more…aroused I got, he had such an incredible and beautiful body that I took clear detailed notes on the various parts of his anatomy and from what I could see and my general knowledge of human anatomy Thomas was a healthy, fit young male like anyone else except…

He was hard. Fully hard. By the time I was able to move past Thomas’ juicy bubble butt towards his front the lad’s head was upwards, refusing to look at me as I gazed at his amazingly hard cock which dangled between his legs like a trapped treat that was begging me to reach out and touch it only to end up paying for it if I dared to do such a thing. After that, however, I had to start testing his erogenous zones which started towards the top, specifically his ears which surprisingly earned a twitch from his still fully hard cock down there. When I reached his nipples I got a much bigger response from him, I saw him biting his lip as I used my gloved hands to massage them. My cock was practically begging and felt like it would rip through the fabric and just flop out in the open.

I couldn’t help but to try and twist one of them a little and I heard a soft “oh!” escape from Thomas’ lips. “Good, subject has ummm…sensitive response to stimuli around the nipple area” I managed to say.

I moved on towards his lower half now, one gloved hand feeling down his torso to test for sensitive areas which Thomas didn’t seem to have. However, next came the rather more fun part, depending on your perspective.

“Thomas? Next is gluteus and penile stimulation, just so you are aware and of course please state if you are in any distress as I complete your examination” I said, sounding rather professional this time.

“O-okay, but be careful I’m rather…sensitive down there” he said, his voice wobbly and embarrassed but I gave him a reassuring smile. That seemed to relax him a bit, and he closed his eyes as I reached around his waist and gently massaged around his butt. I couldn’t believe I had my hands massaging Thomas’ ass, I was afraid of getting too close to Thomas’ legs or he’d know I have a hard on, big time. Thomas seemed to find the sensation stimulating but not as sensitive as his nipple area which I added to the notes. Next was the finale, I gingerly reached out and grabbed his cock gently but firmly in my hand to test the firmness of his arousal and what I felt blew me away completely. I was such a torrent of conflicting desires.

I used my free hand to caress his balls, the combination of which made Thomas moan through gritted teeth. Now I had to further stimulate him and I prayed to whoever was out there that what I was hoping for came true. I used the tips of my fingers to stimulate the glans at the tip of his penis.

“Oh! Fuckkkkk” Thomas whispered out loud. I was almost done here, so I continued to fondle his balls and teasing the tip of his cock when suddenly I heard him say: “Fuck…Professor umm…I’m gonna…if you don’t stop” he said.

I didn’t stop.

Instead, I started slowly jerking his cock, increasing the pace until I could see his body language communicate for him as his muscles contracted and legs buckled as he shot his load. Thankfully I aimed it towards a small cup I had for this exact purpose. I forgot to mention we needed to collect sperm samples from all the volunteers…it seemed Thomas really enjoyed doing it this way. He grunted and moaned as he shot his load inside the cup and I managed to collect most of it, with only a few drops on the floor, none of the others had shot nearly as much. I was…impressed, almost like a display of dominance. I cast those thoughts aside as I let Thomas recover and finished up taking my notes and made sure to say “Don’t worry, we already collected your sperm sample for the study so you are all good to go, your clothes are in the cor-” I said and looked to see Thomas had already started getting dressed, his eyes downcast, ashamed.

“Thomas? What’s wrong?” I asked him, concerned.

“Professor…you said you took my sperm sample…what did that mean, exactly?” he asked.

“Oh, oh! I’m so sorry Thomas I forgot to mention it, we do it with all the other volunteers, see?” I said, indicating the row of three cups on the medical counter which all had sperm samples of the previous three volunteers…even George.

Thomas immediately lightened up a bit after that and started to pull his clothes back on, which seemed a shame as he truly was as beautiful as I imagined…not that I imagined it at all.

“Our next scheduled interview will be the same time tomorrow night, where we will go over the more extensive rules of this study, so be on time” I said, ignoring the aching need for release in my own pants. Thomas finished getting dressed and gave me a wan smile and said “Don’t worry, I’ll be here, can’t afford without that extra credit after all” he said. I showed him the way out and once the door had closed behind him, I immediately locked it because now…now I needed some release and started undoing my pants…

Thomas I couldn’t process what just happened, the hottest professor on campus now only just saw me naked but he actually jerked me off! No wonder the others looked so different when they came out…even George. I walked back towards my dorm building where Seb was waiting for me, it was already dark and the security guards were out on patrol but I didn’t care about any of it because I was slowly reaching a conclusion that in truth I already knew but I didn’t want to admit it. As I climbed the steps up towards my dorm, I braced myself because I had no idea how he would react and…he could get rather jealous at times. There was only one way to find out as I walked in and greeted my boyfriend with a smile, and he immediately leaped up towards me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I blushed and smiled at him but I told him I needed to tell him something. He sat on the couch as he waited for me to find the words, but it was…hard, much harder than I thought until I managed to blurt out “I think…I think I want to fuck Professor Ethan!” I said.

End of Part 2.

Author’s Note: Next chapter is going to see an escalation as Thomas attempts to navigate his burning desire to fuck his teacher and needing the extra credit to pass the class…elsewhere, jealous George is up to something new this time, but who is the target of his latest scheme? Find out the next chapter everyone!

#enm #cmnm #embarassing #gay #stripped

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ferris-the-wheel · 3 months

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Hi!! How are you doing :)

For your event can I request an interaction with my oc, Poppy with Epel? For the event (twst) ❤️💜💚

They are friends to lovers btw :D

You can write in narrative or Epel's perspective-

They can have a simple hang out interaction

The time line matches around between Book 5-6

And Poppy gets along with Jack and Rook

{ Canon Characters Meet OCs! }

ೃ⁀➷ Included characters: Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, and Jack Howl.

ೃ⁀➷ Perspective: Jack Howl (hope you don't mind ^^')

A/N: IT POSTED EARLY HELP-

ೃ⁀➷ Friends to lovers (mutual crushes since I wasn't sure if they're already dating at this point).

ೃ⁀➷ ❤️/💜/💚

TW: None

Epel was walking down the corridor when he suddenly stopped. Jack, who was walking next to him, stopped as well.

"Epel? What's wrong?" Jack asked. Epel's cheeks tinged red and he stuttered. "N- nothing. Oh look, there's Poppy. Let's go say hi!" Epel hurried toward the ginger-haired girl, leaving Jack to quickly follow him.

"Hey Poppy!" Epel said as he approached. Jack noted that the petite girl was accompanied by a few other Rosantèe members, but as soon as Epel called out, they started giggling and a few left.

"Oh, sorry. I didn’t bother you guys, did I?" Epel asked, but Poppy shook her head. "Nope! They had to go anyways." She explained with a happy smile. Jack stood a little further behind Epel, watching their interaction. He saw that Epel's face was a bit flushed. It clicked in Jack's brain. Oh.

"Hey, Jack." Poppy said, her and Epel's conversation having paused. Jack blinked. "Hi. How are you today?" He asked. Poppy laughed. "I'm doing alright!"

Her smile was infectious and the two boys couldn't help but smile long with her. They started walking down the corridor, Epel and Poppy still chatting away.

"So, Poppy, do you have any plans for today?"

"Um... oh yeah! I was planning on going apple picking. Do you want to come with?"

"Really? Sure, I'll come!"

Poppy looked over at Jack, who was walking on Epel's left side. "Jack, what about you? Do you want to come apple picking with us?" Jack, who'd only been half paying attention, responded quickly: "Huh- oh, um, sure." Poppy gave a cheer at his response and she began skipping along beside Epel.

"After we're done picking apples, let's have a picnic! I'll bring the food, don't worry!" She added, then stopped next to a classroom door. "Well, this is me!" She explained. Epel and Jack both nodded and Poppy waved before slipping into the classroom.

It hadn't even been two seconds before she popped her head back out. "Oh, you guys don't mind apple pie, do you?" The boys both shook their heads. "I love apple pie." Epel chimed in. Poppy giggled and disappeared inside the classroom once more.

Jack glanced briefly at Epel and suppressed a laugh when he saw that Epel's face was bright red. Jack started walking away. "Come on, we're going to be late for alchemy." He said and Epel jumped as though he hadn't been paying attention. "Oh- yeah! I really don't want to make Professor Crewel mad at us." He said the last part with a sigh and hurried to catch up with Jack.

Okay- so I accidently posted this early but its fine :D Anyways, I hope yall liked it (especially @justm3di0cr3, I hope I portrayed Poppy's personality properly)! Sorry that it was shorter than my normal fics but I'm willing to make a part two! Feel free to send in more requests :)

#canon characters meet ocs #epel x oc #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #answering an ask ♡

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poetryofmac · 2 years

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Top 20 Tested, Tried, True, & Trusted Tips for College Success

I dare you to try that 3 times fast! …and hi! It’s Mac Crushes Monday! The day I crush Monday into the dirt with y’all’s help! Inbox me something motivational, okay?

Anyway, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this to y’all but I’m on Dean’s List at my college. I want to help other people so here I am to do that. If you find anything helpful in this post, please share it for others!

1. Vague is a waste of time. You won’t get a good grade. I try to spend another thirty minutes or whatever adding specifics. It’s worth it, trust me.

2. The first thing I do at the beginning of a semester is get ahold of that syllabus! Plug all your due dates into your calendar & block out scheduled times to work on schoolwork.

3. In terms of that last tip, I plan what I’m going to work on and when. It’s like budgeting, except with time instead of money. Y’all… planning which assignments to tackle and when has SAVED ME from missing due dates!

4. I include a “safety block” in that scheduling habit. Perhaps a day on the weekend to play catch up if I skipped a blocked-out time for schoolwork during the week. Look, life and lack of motivation happens. Be prepared.

5. Are you to your safety block at the end of the week and still don’t want to work on school with the little time you have left? Suck it up and do it. I know you probably wanted an easier tip but really, it’s what you have to do.

6. Skip Google Scholar. Use JSTOR and ProQuest with your institutional access instead. Google Scholar, though a great resource, includes many articles and peer-reviewed journals that cost to access with no way to filter those out.

7. Include an italicized section of “Notes” after your “Works Cited” section. This section of notes explains to my professors why I included certain features in my paper, or violated any of the guidelines, or whatever. I can do this without sending a separate explanation in an email; or worse, skipping an explanation all together. Don’t do that!

8. Citation Machine is a website where you plug in a link or a what-have-you and it’ll pump out your citation to simply copy and paste into your paper. Tried and true. I depend on Citation Machine a little too heavily, to be honest.

9. CITE ALL SOURCES and avoid using information from someone else’s essay you found online, or Wikipedia, etc. You WILL eventually get caught, I promise, and it’s not worth the risk of being thrown out of your college!

10. I don’t let utilizable study tips sit in my Pinterest boards collecting dust. I use them. Shoot, some of them might’ve even inspired this list!

11. Studying in a library or coffee shop can be very distracting. It will either motivate you or hinder you. Figure out which person you are. For me personally, doing school at home increases my focus and enhances my productivity, versus being out somewhere.

12. Try different incentives to study and if the right incentive helps you, stick to it. Whether it’s your “Cheat Meal” being on study day after you finish, or something totally different... a hit of the reward hormone Dopamine can work wonders.

13. If you don’t understand something, your luck will be that it will be on the exam. Don’t skip over it no matter how badly you want to. Grab Google to help you figure it out.

14. To memorize something, I physically write it down, literally say it out loud, and quiz myself, answering out loud. For most confidence-boosting results, articulate it as impressively as you can.

15. What kind of learner are you? Find out, then research how to succeed as this type of learner.

16. Stay organized! Being messy may be associated with brilliance, but organization is associated with success.

17. Aim to make Best Attendance Award. Unless you are violently or contagiously sick, do not skip. Commit to the classes and learning experience good money was spent on, and be proud that you are! Wear it as a badge of honor.

18. Don’t miss the point: Ask questions! “Why are we learning this? What does this tie into? How can I use this in the future?” This can help motivate you to learn.

19. Sit in the front or second row. Show the teacher you’re serious and force yourself to pay attention. A professor being able to clearly see me if I’m on my phone DOES deter me from using it when I could be taking notes.

20. It can be hard work to come up with your own great conclusions and ideas. However, that’s what librarians, professors, and tutors are for to help you with. With their help, commit to honing new skills and improving yourself academically.

Bonus: I need mentors and so do you! Start your assignment early as crap so you can contact mentors for help when you’re in an area where you feel stuck.

#study tips #college tips #study help #college help #college advice

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 years

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Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Three

Warning: one trippy moment for reader, anxiety talk

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

Steven Grant is a pretty cool guy! He seems meek, shy, a bit anxious too; yet, this man can be brutal in his quips! Twice he caught you off guard when another employee tried to basically jerk him around. His old job's director used to do that along with never calling him by his name.

A condescending bitch is what he wouldn't say but you said it for him.

Steven also lives in the same apartment complex as your father! Top floor attic style, from what he has told you. Fancy in your mind, he says it's okay. Steven is self taught in almost everything when it comes to history and French. He likes burritos and his friend is a guy who pretends to be a statue.

Overall a guy you have no problem having a minor crush on.

In Steven's point of you: you have a lot of energy! Steven is trapped in the maelstrom called you each afternoon on a Wednesday, you said Wednesdays is your day off. He would be at lunch eating and you slide next to explaining how you are going to fist fight your art history professor. Or, showing him the sketches you got done while on the bus here. You are harmless and he found himself enjoying the company.

It took some getting used to someone talking to him back.

To have a friend who responds back with eagerness and ready to talk about any subject, he isn't used to that.

"Aw, you still have it!" Today he is walking you to a vegan cafe he enjoys from time to time.

"It's a lovely sketch. Are you studying art here?"

"Pft, no, for that I would be in South Korea."

"South Korea?"

"Animation and stuff." Shrugging, "I'm studying history and figured why not try out the international problem plus see my old man." Hands moving as you talk, "You never seen him before?"

"Never met most of the residents. We tend to keep to ourselves." The alternative text was that at the time he was afraid of everyone and scared an old lady when Khonshu was walking towards him through a dark hallway. Steven thought he was crazy, completely batshit nuts.

You nod then glance at your phone checking the time, "Saturday you wanna see an art gallery? A classmate invited me to come see their show." Then you nudge him with your shoulder as he orders some food, "Unless that guy at the cafe finally asked you out, ay ay?"

Steven gets flustered easily, "N-no, anyway he tends to flirt with everyone."

"Booooo."

Lunch with Steven is always educational, he tells you something new or helps you find a better way to remember key dates for a test (it's a pain in the ass). You in turn let him vent, you love when he vents about work!

"Ya'know," Sitting down enjoying the scenery of the cafe and cute Steven. "It's good to know even at thirty years old life is still confusing as fuck."

"You make me sound old, (Name)."

"Older than me! You're at the age my dad helped make me."

He groans, putting his face in his hands while you laugh.

Thursday.

Forum update.

New theory support but a new picture! Which said picture looks almost unbelievable. The costume is completely different from the other two though it fits the moon theme.

CapPuertoRico4Prez says: Could be a fake

IntoSpideysHeart says: Idk man it looks real af

Thunderclapping says: Could there be more than one? So far all of them look completely different from each other. Maybe there's more than one??? Like tht one issue of The Bat and Robins where there were more than 1 lady bat.

The forum blew up from there going over and re-analyzing reports and pictures. You just liked seeing the posts.

Saturday could not come fast enough and your dad of course had to embarrass you. Dressing nice means you like him (true but just cause he is cute!) and since he is a boy (your dad though learned to apply that to anyone now) and is meaning you at your door.

Conclusion: scare the man!

You begged him not to be weird when Steven came down to the apartment to pick you up. Your father had to go do the dad-cop move!

"Thanks, bye dad see you later!" Grabbing Steven out of the kitchen and out the door.

Neither of you spoke until you both were outside waiting for the ride you booked to show up.

"Nice man."

You groaned as Steven broke the silence as you walked. "Listen, I'm sorry about interrogation—"

"(Name), it's alrigh'. I can say now I was interrogated by a bobby."

"American one. Retired veteran and officer." You sigh, "Dads… So extra."

Steven wouldn't know but he nods. He envies you from what you told him about your family. Close with you mother, kinda close with your dad; overall connected to your parents.

"Thanks for being cool about it, Steven."

The gallery your classmate rented out is in Soho which is far from your place, and there are a few spots around to eat and window shop around.

Ideal date vibes. Downside, uber fare prices.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a bus?" Asking as you showed on your phone map the places they should go to after the gallery's presentation.

"Bruh, I one time walked all of Manhattan because Spiderman was seen swinging around."

"Spiderman?"

"... Seriously? You never heard of the Amazing Spiderman!?" Steven can't help admiring how easily excited you get and energy you have, the saying 'kid at heart' really suits you. "Okay, uh guess makes sense given.. Seriously, you never heard of him?"

"Busy adulting." Sharky, "Finding a job, shopping, basic functions for being alive. The economy."

You snicker at how he copied your complaints from before though you were more dramatic, "Okay, valid."

The conversation goes off and on, comfortable silence then you pointing out things like a tourist.

You stole glances at him during the car ride.

"When you said gallery," Getting out of the car then assisting you out. "I thought it was going to be small with pictures on the wall." You shrug after giving thanks to the driver and closing the door.

"They're loaded." Most of your classmates are of the privileged percentage. "They're one of nice ones and they offer me some good critiques. They worked really hard for this." Taking his hand tugging him along.

You aren't labeling this a date.

Marc is telling Steven this has all the signs of a date.

The gallery is full of paintings, sculptures, and video presentations of music. Your classmate is a modern day Renaissance person!

Steven is distracted by your hold on his arm, firm and secure, as you show him the different paintings or sculptures you witnessed while in the art workshop.

"They love space." He finds himself enjoying this almost as if you infectiously passed on your excitable nature to him. To say he is enjoying himself is putting it mildly with you by his side.

Then Steven suddenly wasn't by your side as a crowd rolled in.

It happens! One moment you are with someone the next they are missing. The crowd going around checking out every inch of the place, you figure to stay where you are. You stood there standing in front of still life painting, your eye taking in the details and brushstrokes seen in the light. You hope they make it out there in whatever field their art is going to take them.

You turn around figuring to do a lookover the crowd to see if Steven is wandering around, then you freeze up.

A large creature with a body made of what seems like stars and nebulae, a human-like face, and a scepter.

You rub your eyes, blink twice, and pinch yourself.

Holy shit. Not again.

You don't know who or what you are seeing standing next to a man who is talking to your classmate. All you know it looked at you and you turned around pretending to be reading the gallery brochure. Silently praying it didn't see you, praying you maybe are just tripping out.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!?

"Hello," The man's voice right behind you. His accent is not British.

Don't freak out, just breathe, "Oh, hello!" Awkwardly turning fearful to see the– Nothing is there. You are so confused right now. "Uh, hi." Maybe it's the paint, yeah totally the paint fumes.

The man holds out his hand, "Thank you for coming, this means a lot to them."

"Oh, it was nothing! I mean this isn't nothing, no problem getting here." You gather your thoughts, "Who are you?"

"A family friend. I have been helping them achieve their goal to break into the art world." So pleasant with a firm business grip, "They told me you are also an artist."

Just when you are about to relax… The creature is back right behind him looking down at you.

Shake your head very quickly and take your hand away, "N-no, just a hobby. Would be in South Korea for animation if I did! Haha." You want to bolt so bad but you know you would look crazy. You feel crazy! "Sorry, um I gotta go to the powder room." Smiling nervously as waved goodbye then speed walking away.

The bathroom is empty and you lean forward against the long sink counter, closing your eyes and counting from ten backwards. Maybe your anxiety triggered you seeing whatever that, God, you wished mom let you figure out why you sometimes see strange things! Google can only do so much! You groan as you reopen your eyes taking a slow breath in then out. At least it was a jackal this time.

When you leave the bathroom, you hear voices coming from the hall just beside where you are.

"Khonshu."

"Ptah."

You stay hidden as you grow curious about the conversation.

"The Gods must be desperate for more avatars. You never cared to just observe humans."

"And you must be desperate to have an avatar. Lots of talk about how broken his mind is. That's pretty low but no surprise coming from you."

You blink a few times, very confused by the way these people are talking. So you take out your phone putting it in camera mode on the selfie view. Peeking it a bit out, you cover your mouth when you see something freaky as all hell.

#fanfiction #moon knight #ao3 fanfic #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #steven with a v #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight reader insert #moon knight fanfic #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #reader insert

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killbaned · 7 months

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i just think it's funny every time a post like that goes around how a bunch of you fucking nerds come crawling out of the woodwork to point and laugh at how stupid the rest of us are when the way math is taught (at least in the US) is intentionally designed to be convoluted as fuck and also useless in your day to day life unless you end up going into specific fields.

it also changes on a whim because a single company has a monopoly on textbooks for k-12 and a lot of the standardized testing in the country (again, the US) so they just change shit whenever they wanna make more money on new textbooks.

"that sounds fake and like a conspiracy theory reese" it's not! i know this because it literally happened when i was getting my GED! my professor was specifically a math teacher because that was the only subject i needed to actively study, for reasons i will not go into aside from "i have a fucking learning disability" because it's none of your fucking business.

anyway, my professor was furious because halfway through his previous series of classes, the ones before mine, the requirements for math specifically for the GED were changed entirely. not cross country, mind you, just in my state.

he had over half his previous class that failed despite having been where they needed to be before the change went into effect, and he was devastated because they just. gave up and never came back, and he said he didn't even blame them.

he didn't blame them because there are few things as fucking soul crushing and traumatizing as being a fully functioning adult with a goddamn job that gets failed in math for arbitrary fucking reasons and made to feel like the problem is you and that you're just too stupid for it. it's the education system not only failing people as children, but failing them a second time as adults.

"this isn't scary math". i'm glad you're like, so super smart and don't fall for trick questions but like. are you normal about people who do?

being kind is always more important than being smart.

#okay i'm going to play the sims #but anyway shoutout mr niks all my homies love mr niks.#by far the funniest part of my classes was when i turned in a test and he was like #'for the life of me i do not follow your break down but you are absolutely correct. and that's all i care about.#i don't care how you learn the math i just care that you've learned it.'#and for someone that was failed in public school and told i was stupid because i had the right answers but i 'did it wrong' that was.#very heartening to hear.#also like despite my issues with it i still did six months of classes in like. right under three full months so ayo.

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voyageofthenautilus · 1 year

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A Pearl Worth Ten Million

Mod Blue: It's taken me a while to blog about this chapter, but I do intend to blog about it, because this is an Important Chapter. Upon re-reading it, it may have become my third favorite chapter in the book (first is "The Coral Realm," second is... you'll see).

-“Rifles! What for? Don’t your mountaineers attack bears dagger in hand? And isn’t steel surer than lead? Here’s a sturdy blade. Slip it under your belt and let’s be off.”

Omg, I can just picture Aronnax's eyes going wide, and he starts to say something like "wait, are you sure about this?", but then the helmet goes over his head and everyone sets off and he's resigned to let go of his fears and follow them. I'd say "someone should draw this," but the more I say that, the more I think that someone should be me.

-I had no idea that crabs that eat coconuts were a thing, but I am very happy to now know that they ARE a thing.

-I wonder how that oyster feels about Nemo periodically coming by to open it up and check on his pearl. Also, how would Nemo determine when it's "done," so to speak? It would make a fine addition to his collection even at its current size. I feel like he's just showing off by this point.

-"...soon we reentered Our Element. I think I’ve now earned the right to dub it that." Yeah, yeah, Pierre, don't get a big head about it. (This is giving me some of the same vibes as the last line of the book, but I can't talk about that because SPOILERS...)

-Captain Nemo fighting the shark= YESSSSSS! Mentally I'm jumping up and down and squealing like a teenager whose crush has just asked them out. (And how lovingly Aronnax describes this incident, too... "I can see Captain Nemo’s bearing to this day..." He IS the teenager and Nemo is his crush.)

-Also, gotta hand it to Ned here for helping out- I hope he'll calm down now that he's finally managed to kill something.

-"How startled he must have felt, how frightened even, at seeing four huge, copper craniums leaning over him!" This is another image that MUST be drawn, as I can see it so clearly in my head.

-Aaaaaand there's the Important Moment from this chapter- Captain Nemo giving the diver his pearls. I wonder if he was prepared to run into someone and that's why he brought them along? Anyway, this shows that underneath it all... Nemo DOES still care about humanity, to an extent. He DOES have a heart and a conscience. (Back when I posted that earlier meta about Nemo, I was planning on writing an addendum discussing this moment, but I didn't want to mention it until the emails caught up to it, and now I don't remember what exactly I wanted to say. Anyway care to expound upon this moment and what it means for Nemo's character?)

-One final spoilery note (if you don't know Nemo's canonical backstory and want to be surprised, don't keep reading):

So, the last line of the chapter has a LOT of significance.

“That Indian, professor, lives in the land of the oppressed, and I am to this day, and will be until my last breath, a native of that same land!”

When I first read this line, having read The Mysterious Island which explains Nemo's backstory, I thought... did the translator intentionally implicitly reference Nemo's backstory with this line? Because anyone who's read that book can tell you that Nemo is, in fact, Indian. And as I recalled the story, Verne hadn't written Twenty Thousand Leagues with this backstory in mind. As I recalled it, Nemo had originally been written as Polish, but at the urging of his editor, he obscured all direct references to his background, and later wrote him as Indian in The Mysterious Island since a Polish character fighting against Russian oppression may have caused political controversy, apparently. This whole time I've been re-reading this book, I've been under the impression that Verne had not, at this point, determined Nemo's official background. But I was wrong- it looks like Nemo was only written as Polish in early drafts of the book, and despite keeping his background vague, he may have already settled on depicting Nemo as Indian by the time the book was published.

Now that I've read this chapter, I now see that Verne likely already had Nemo's Indian background in mind. This is how he wrote the line in French:

« Cet Indien, monsieur le professeur, c'est un habitant du pays des opprimés, et je suis encore, et, jusqu'à mon dernier souffle, je serai de ce pays-là ! »

And going off my VERY rudimentary French knowledge, it means something close to how Walter translated it:

"This Indian, professor, is an inhabitant of an oppressed country, and I am still, and, until my last breath, will be from that country!"

If anything, this almost makes it MORE explicit, with Nemo specifically saying he's from the same country. However... even though it appears Verne was dropping a huge hint with this line... This should not be taken as THE background reveal. That only occurs in The Mysterious Island. This line does not keep Aronnax from wondering about Nemo's background. It does not illuminate anything for him, except confirming that he has empathy for citizens of oppressed nations. There's no moment where he puts two and two together. Up until the end of the book, Nemo is still somewhat of a cipher, and while readers can probably figure it out, what's important is that Aronnax doesn't, and therefore it should not be assumed that he does.

#thoughts from mod blue #voyage of the nautilus

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crystalelemental · 1 year

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i LOVED reading your xy choices post so much!! xy / kalos is my favorite group and region, so seeing someone else analyze like this is lovely. i loved your thoughts, and i’d love to read more! you also mentioned in your lodge post that you could have a field day with the implications of sycamore & diantha not being interesting to sere, i’d love to hear those 👀

This is now attempt 2, after my computer ate the first response, but hey, maybe that means I’ll be more concise (doubt). Anyway, thank you! I admit that Kalos hasn’t always been my favorite, but since getting Masters, I’d been really reflective on the game and enjoying coming up with ideas about what they were aiming for, and...I’ve kinda convinced myself to really like it.

Anyway! Here’s the original post for those unfamiliar. I’m going to continue with the “Serena as the protagonist” thing, but let’s talk a bit more about the choice and why I think it’s super neat that Serena doesn’t seem to consider Sycamore or Diantha as her friends despite other protagonists really liking their professor and champion.

To summarize the big point: the choice of which button to push is the big event of XY, not the confrontation with Lysandre. When you guess right, Xerosic will still activate the weapon, and Lysandre states openly that he disagrees with that action, indicating that it wasn’t the outcome that matters, but that Serena made a choice at all. Because there are other options. You can refuse to choose and endanger lives. You can just prevent Xerosic from doing anything. But given that the game won’t let you leave, I like to interpret that as “anything outside the choice doesn’t occur to Serena.” Which makes some sense. You’ve crushed every challenge the game throws at you with ease, and this is just a coin flip. You’ve handled worse at this point. And it’s not like your friends have been any serious help either. You’ve got this.

Imagine you’re right. Imagine the ego trip. Once again, your actions have saved everyone, and the only reason it wasn’t a done deal right there is because Xerosic cheated. Even his boss acknowledges you won that. You are the best thing since sliced bread, and are an active savior of the region. They’re even throwing a parade in your honor. Nothing is beyond you. You can solve for everything. Except for other people. Because inevitably, your help doesn’t work. Even in this scenario, it didn’t truly work. The right action met with the wrong person yielded bad results, but it wasn’t your fault. It’s other people. If they just listened to you, just accepted your help, did as you asked of them, everything would be fine.

But imagine the alternative. Imagine you were wrong. The curse of hindsight is being able to look back at that scenario and realize...you put everyone in danger. You didn’t have to pick at all. The crisis that faced the region? That was as much your doing now as Lysandre’s. And while you may have gone to fix it, you also started it. So when they call you a hero, does it feel right? When they throw a parade in your honor, do you feel like it’s earned? When your friends are there receiving equal accolades, does it feel fair, knowing they weren’t around? When the one handing out the medal is the man who did nothing, does it feel sincere? None of these people helped you. They laid the problem at your feet and told you to fix it. You tried to. You wanted to help. You wanted to give. And they were all too willing to take, even as they refused to lift a finger to give back.

Either way, you wind up thinking more like Lysandre. You, the golden child, have been expected to handle everything, and rose to that challenge. But win or lose, the ultimate issue is you largely did it alone. You, the one cursed with greatness, needed to solve for the world’s problems. You, and you alone, made that choice. No one else was around. No one else did anything.

I’ve seen takes about Sycamore in Masters as well, and how much more likeable he is. But I think it’s worth noting that this Sycamore is post-XY, and has the benefit of hindsight as well. He’s already had to confront the reality that Lysandre is actively dangerous. But prior, a lot of people look at his actions and think “How can anyone not realize?” But realistically, think about how often you’ve downplayed a friend’s racist or sexist jokes. Think about how often your friends may do something dangerous or self-destructive, and your response is just passive compassionate statements, rather than doing anything to address the problem. It’s easier to downplay warning signs when someone you care about and have known as a good person starts to slip. For an example in my own field, most mass shootings occur with someone knowing full well it’s coming, and not doing or saying anything about it. It’s easier to downplay than you think. No one really wants to confront the fact someone they care about might be dangerous. The only reason we condemn Sycamore so hard is because we’re outside of that situation, and have none of the context of their shared history.

And neither does Serena. All she sees is an adult who is close to this actively dangerous person, who downplays everything. Who doesn’t get involved. Who doesn’t make a move, even when confronted with reality. Who abandoned his responsibility. It makes sense she doesn’t feel too fondly toward the professor, if she had to go through all of this with him prior.

Diantha is in a similar boat. We know even less of her dynamic with Lysandre, but it’s clear she knew him. They interact. And while she pushes back on his philosophy, she ultimately doesn’t do anything. She’s just as passive, willing to let a child handle this dangerous situation rather than doing anything as a champion. Where was she through all of this? It may not strictly be a champion’s responsibility to assist a region, but to do nothing in that scenario?

Diantha and Sycamore would be the exact focus of Serena’s ire in either situation, because they’re the ones who should have known and would be in a position to intervene. And they didn’t. They’ll leave it to her, and tell her she did a good job, but don’t really support her beyond platitudes. Shauna and Calem at least showed up at the end. Tierno and Trevor could be forgiven for not being battlers, but where were the adults who knew this guy and could’ve done something? To Serena’s mind, if they’re not doing anything, then they don’t care. Maybe they don’t care about her. Maybe all she is to them is the person fixing their problems. It may not be true, but what proof is there to the contrary? When have they stepped up?

I think it does take until Masters for that to happen. I don’t think Sycamore and Diantha actually don’t care, but it’s the perception behind it. Sycamore couldn’t face his friend, but in avoiding that confrontation, left it in the hands of the children he set out to explore the world. Diantha isn’t strictly beholden to solving these problems, and depending on the nature of her role, may not have been able to intervene when she wanted. But all the kids see is that she never showed up. And I think that’s interesting.

But moreover, I think it’s really the friend group that has the most significance, because they’re around. I think the big deciding factor is whether Serena continues to appreciate them or not. Recognizing their contributions, even if they were substantially less than her own, at least maintains the idea that others are helping. Others care, and are trying. They’re the last holdout against the belief that your actions alone matter, and that everything falls to you to solve. That you can still rely on others. That there’s someone there.

And if your response to their presence in the final showdown was that they’re just annoying and in the way? Maybe Lysandre’s gambit worked better than you thought.

#pokemon #pokemon xy #serena #lysandre #kalosmorning

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If you were in HP universe you would be friends with your favorite characters?

Ok, let's go with my stable four: Harry, Ginny, James, Ron. I'll start with Ginny because it makes sense for what I'm going to say.

I'm doing this putting myself at the age the characters have in the story obviously.

Ginny -> I'd definitely be close with Ginny. She's exactly the type of person I love to be around. Bright, smart, fun, extroverted. We'd also have Quidditch in common. I've been a competitive athlete for basically my entire life so I'm pretty sure I would have played Quidditch, probably as a beater. And let's not forget the writing. God, I'd love to be friends with her. Plus, Ginny shows that she enjoys the company of introverted peculiar people (Harry, Luna) like myself. I wouldn't want to be anywhere near us if we got into an argument though, I don't know what my signature hex would be, but I definitely would have one, I have a bit of a temper. But, just like Ginny, I'm not vengeful, so once the argument is over, it is over.

Harry -> I think we would respect each other. I've been cursed with a hero complex too, I have a thing for standing up to terrible professors, and I am slightly obsessed with mysteries. I've talked before about how much I relate to Harry and I think that's why we wouldn't become close friends on our own, we are two introverts, after all, but once Ginny comes into play I think we would become quite close. And as with Ginny, we would also have Quidditch in common.

James -> ok, let's be honest here, if I had gone to Hogwarts with him I would have had an embarrassing crush on this man. There's no point in lying. I wish there was a possibility for me to be wrong about this but I've already lived it. I was a Lily, he was a James. He pined after me for years, I thought he was joking and meanwhile, I yelled at him when he acted like an idiot. But he was annoyingly charming and smart and principled and somewhere along the way I caught feelings. Anyway, the whole thing had a really depressing ending. I mean, James and Lily died, I guess they win in that sense. I don't know why I'm talking about this, it's still kind of an open wound so let's move over.

Ron -> I could probably be friends with post-war!Ron. But pre-war!Ron? Casual friends maybe. I have very bad experiences with deeply insecure people. I tend to feel like I always have to measure what I say to not make them feel uncomfortable and editing what I say is not something I enjoy doing. If there's a thing in which Harry and I are nothing alike is that I would've picked up on Ron's insecurities years before he did.

#ginny weasley #harry potter #james potter #ron weasley

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halidaia · 5 months

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On the lyrics of old Christmas songs

I work in retail as of right now. I’m actively trying to find a different job, and my ultimate goal is to be a college English professor. But for now I’m still stuck in retail, and it’s the Christmas season, so of course that means the sound system is going to play the same terrible earworms over and over and over again. Whoever knew there could be so, so many cover versions of the same exact song?

Normally I try to ignore the music, but when you hear them like once every ten minutes, these songs have a way of forcing themselves into your mind. And that got me thinking about them, which is always better than just being miserable and defeatist about it

For example, that song “Walking In A Winter Wonderland”. It has a bunch of lyrics that no longer make sense in the same way they used to. I think of:

“In the meadow, we can build a snowman

“We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown

“He'll say, ‘are you married?

“We'll say, ‘no man

“‘But you can do the job when you're in town’”

In highschool, I had a crush on a footballer [American Football] named Ryan. As one does, I spent a few weeks or months starstruck, awkwardly gawking at his rugged masculine beauty. But as one does not, I went up to him and outright told him I had a crush on him. Unfortunately, he’s straight, and I’m a guy, so nothing was able to happen between us. Anyway, my point is, I did NOT walk up to Ryan and say “are you married?” just as those young ladies should not walk up to this Parson fellow and say it

This is a more minor and nitpicky observation, but:

“Later on, we'll conspire

“As we dream by the fire”

To “conspire” means to plot against someone, and the implication is that you hope for their downfall. Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but that line has always confused me. Or perhaps if they’re using “conspire” in an archaic way, one in which the negative connotation had not yet developed. Now I don’t know if that was ever the case, that “conspire” didn’t have a negative connotation, but if it was, then there’s no need to also say “dream”, as in “dream by the fire”. That’s redundant

Enough about Winter Wonderland. Let’s talk about Deck The Halls

These are the thoughts that go through my mind while I’m at work:

“In this day and age, ‘deck’ as a transitive verb means to punch someone in the face so hard that they fall flat on their back. How do you deck a hall? Oh maybe it’s short for ‘decorate’”

“What is a ‘bough’ of holly? *googles it* Oh. Don’t most people just say ‘branch’? Or perhaps that doesn’t sound as elegant. If they’re getting branches of holly, do they also get pine and mistletoe, or is that too much work?”

However you take this post, I personally find it fascinating that we grew up in the modern day with these olden day lyrics, and we just take them at face value, reciting them without reading deeper into their meaning. We don’t think about how the archaic phrasing of various things makes little or no sense in our language that has evolved since the song was first written. And new musicians just sing their own renditions of this song with the old lyrics, most likely not pausing to think about all the treasures hidden beneath the outdated words, but rather choosing to sing it because they like the way it sounds

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Eyes of the Beholder

Fluff (thought I should after my first post broke a few hearts lol)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader (student is of age)

Prompt: "Severus mistakenly takes a beautification potion meant to make the taker seem extremely appealing/attractive to the people around him and is met with quite the surprise when everyone's stunned at his transformation but one particular student of his doesn't seem to notice any difference in the man." (via@wtchbtchj )

Warnings: none, I think

Word Count: 1238 (I thought of making it longer but I liked this particular ending)

Severus angrily made his way through the halls, his cloak billowing behind him. He had been coughing uncontrollably for the last five minutes due to a prank pulled by the Weasley twins. He obviously wasn't the intended target and had definitely taken away at least 50 points from Gryffindor, but that didn't make him feel any better. Normally, he would just let the coughing stop, but he had a class to teach in five minutes and couldn't risk having to give a free lecture because he couldn't stop coughing.

So he made his way to his stores in search of a cough potion that he knew would be there. He entered the room, looking over to the bunch of potions under 'C'. He picked one up from under the 'cough potion' sub-section and drank it in one huge gulp since he had to rush to his next class. As he stepped out of the storeroom, he realised that his coughing hadn't stopped. He walked back inside and checked the vial's label, his eyes widening as he read what it said.

p.s. - I realise it's in the 'C' section, but 'B' was full."

"Beautification Potion

He pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling angrily, "This is what I get for making a student organise and do inventory as detention." He took the coughing potion, double-checking the label this time, and made his way out of the room, messing his hair up more than usual, to cover his face.

As he walked towards his classroom, every single person he passed did a double-take and he hated the unnecessary attention. He never was fond of the stares he got from people, ever since his school days. "Why do we have something as useless as that in-store anyway? This is a school," he mumbled under his breath, ranting to himself all the way to his classroom.

As he reached his classroom for his last lecture of the day with the seventh-years, he contemplated whether he should just dismiss class but decided against it. He entered quietly, hoping to not draw attention until he had to speak. However, it didn't work, since the class fell silent as he took a seat, waiting for the last few students to arrive. There was still a minute or two for class to start, but it felt like an eternity to Severus.

You entered the class with a minute to spare, with your head buried in a book. As you crossed Snape's desk, you looked up from your book, greeting him, "Good afternoon, professor," with your signature smile. Snape nodded once, acknowledging you. This time, he was the one to do a double-take as you walked ahead, not paying him any mind. Though a welcome reaction, it was very unexpected.

You took a seat, still lost in your book. 'She's probably too engrossed in the book to notice. I expect her to have the same dumbstruck look on her face when I start speaking and she finally pays attention,' he thought.

As class commenced, you put your book away, looking up at your professor, the same way you did every class. His attention was on you more than usual as he looked very intrigued by your lack of a reaction to his beautified self. You felt flustered under his gaze but managed to keep your composure as you did in any class. Three years of practice had made you quite adept at hiding your crush on the potions master. You noticed the other students look at him like he had two heads, and some were swooning over him. You wondered what the matter was, but brushed it off as unimportant.

As class ended, you were ready to scram, not knowing how much longer you could hide the crimson tint that was threatening to show on your cheeks. You were nearly out the door when you heard his deep voice. "Ms. [L/N], please stay back for a second," he called out. You halted and your classmates gave you sympathetic looks as they walked past you. You turned around to face him, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw that he didn't look mad.

You walked to him, your heart pounding against your chest as you desperately tried to calm yourself down. You were the top in potions class, so you knew that your grades weren't the issue. You wondered if you'd done something in class today that had offended him, but then shrugged that thought away since you hadn't spoken at all, bringing you to the final and most troubling conclusion... he knew. It would explain why he was watching you in class the whole time and you panicked, wondering whether you weren't as good at hiding your little crush as you had thought. However, all your overthinking was forgotten the moment he spoke, making you realise that you were fine.

"Do you notice something different about me?" He asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

The question left you with a puzzled look on your face since you had never known Snape to be a fan of small talk. You studied him for a second before you answered, "Not really, no."

Snape raised an eyebrow in surprise, making you wonder if you had said something wrong. You sat awkwardly as Snape looked to be deep in thought. He finally spoke after a minute, a smirk gracing his features as he said, "It's just that I had consumed a beautification potion."

Your eyes widened as you realised what you had just implied by saying that you didn't see a difference in him. You coughed, clearing your throat and stammered out a response. "O-oh. I did think that you looked rather charming today. Um... I just didn't know whether- uh... whether it'd be appropriate for me to say that... Yeah! You know... considering I'm a... student."

You squeezed your eyes shut as you thought, 'Smooth, [Y/N]. That was very convincing. You really ought to be a motivational speaker.'

What you didn't know, was that Severus was reading you. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he heard your thoughts. Your head snapped up to look at him. Severus Snape was laughing.

'Oh, that has got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Be still, my beating heart,' you thought and he looked at you with a small smile.

"Thank you, [Y/N]," he said. "You may leave now."

"Oh. Thank you," you mumbled, confused, but you didn't dare question it. You turned on your heel and made your way towards the door, nearly bolting out. As you reached the door, you heard him call out to you once more, and you turned to face him.

"Once you graduate in a couple of weeks, would you maybe... like to get a drink sometime? Just to... celebrate," he said, fighting everything that told him that he shouldn't be saying that.

Your heart was racing as your brows furrowed, wondering if you had misheard the man. "Um... S-sure," you replied, but couldn't help but wonder, "Why did you ask all of a sudden... if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, let's just say... I think you'd make a great motivational speaker," he said, giving you a wink that made your face flush when you realised that the man was a Legilimens.

"Oh. Uh... Th-thank you," you mumbled as you rushed off. You bumped into the doorway in your frenzy, getting another laugh out of the man as he sat back down.

"Today wasn't so bad, after all," he said to himself, smiling softly.

#severus snape #severus #snape #severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape fluff #severus snape x student reader #severus snape x student #severus snape fanfiction #snape fandom #snape fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #i love him sm #alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #rickmandowneyjr

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Good Little Helper

Pairing: Season 5! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets assigned to be Spencer’s personal assistant of sorts after he gets shot in the knee. Category: SMUT(18+) Content Warnings: fingering (female receiving), blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, blink and you’ll miss it cumplay Word Count: 4.7k

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NOTE: So, remember yesterday when I posted about how I wished new ideas would stop distracting me from everything I’m currently working on? Yeah. This wouldn’t leave me alone, and I couldn’t work on anything until I got it out of my head, so here! Have a fic! (It was supposed to be a blurb, but I got a little long-winded so now it’s too long to be a blurb oops 😙✌) Also, I apologize for any editing mistakes, I just wrote this out in one go, so hopefully it’s alright!

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Being assigned to assist Dr. Reid with practically his every need after he was shot in the knee wasn't exactly how I expected to spend the past few months.

And that's, like... a huge understatement.

In fact, when Agent Hotchner came up to me in the break room and said he'd like me to do the job, I dropped my coffee and shattered a mug. I could tell he was a little impatient with me, even through his kind reassurances that it was quite all right as he helped me clean it up and waited for an answer.

In the end I'd said yes to the job, though the more I thought about it the more I wondered how much lust and naivete had clouded my judgement when I did.

Because there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to survive weeks, possibly months, as Spencer Reid's assistant. Not only because he was intimidatingly intelligent and there was almost nothing I could offer him in decent conversation, but also—and more prominently—the fact that I was pretty sure I was in love with him.

Maybe that was a stretch. I definitely had a stupid major crush on him that felt more like we were in middle school, but I could barely look at him without going warm all over. In fact, I think we had only ever made eye contact once and I averted my gaze immediately, afraid I'd give myself away. If I'd have held it any longer, I was positive I'd have burst into flames.

He'd tried talking to me once, a few months after I started working at the Bureau, and it was only to ask if I'd send some files over to their tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, but when I tried answering, I stumbled over my words and ended up only getting out a squeaked, "Uh huh," before taking the files from him and scurrying off.

I almost cried that day.

Basically every time I was in his presence, I was a total wreck. Even more so than I was on any other given day.

Being his assistant did get fairly easy pretty early on, though. I mostly just stayed out of his way while he worked, and if he need anything that he could've gotten himself if not for the injury, it was my job to get it for him. I worked on my own paperwork most of the time, and he was always busy working on geographical profiles and whatever else, we only ever really had to talk when he asked for something. And that only required a, "Sure," on my end, so I could just get up, get what he needed, and then go back to work.

Still, it didn't help that sometimes I'd get distracted.

He was very distracting.

I usually waited until I was sure he was so busy in work that I wouldn't get caught. And that's when I'd peek over my computer or hide behind a book and stare at him. I know that sounds creepier than it is, but if you had to spend almost every hour of the day with him, you'd have done the same. Even though for months he was put on rest from the field, he always showed up looking more like a college professor than an FBI agent. Which, I suppose suited him more anyway. Regardless, it was a damn fine look. His hair was decently long and extremely pretty, and when he got the cane?

I was a goner.

It was at that point, though, when I started to realize that he probably wouldn't need my help anymore. He'd been allowed back into the filed by then, and even when I went with them on cases it still felt like I was more out of place than usual. Sure, I'd picked up on some minor skills that aided in profiling and otherwise, but at the end of the day I was still only a desk clerk. Sooner or later, I knew there would be a time where Agent Hotchner would inevitably tell me that I'd done a good job and could return to my menial day job.

So, even though Dr. Reid and I had gotten into a pretty regular, non-awkward rhythm, I was being a little more squirrely than usual.

And of course, he noticed.

"Y/N, are you doing alright?" he asked, looking up from his stack of paperwork. That was another thing we'd ended up doing— late into the night after everyone had gone home, we stayed late in the conference room and quietly filled out paperwork.

I barely looked him in the eye when I answered. "O—Oh, mhm. I'm fine."

"Oh... You just seem... a little different today."

On any other day I would have freaked out on the inside like a teenager, excited that he'd noticed me at all enough to notice a difference in my behavior. But that was his job after all.

"Actually, you seem rather... sad."

I did look up at him this time, and the soft glow of the table lamp lit up his features— features that looked me over with concern. I could feel my face grow warmer with every second I looked at him, until I quickly looked back down at my paper and shook my head.

"N—No, I'm okay. Promise. Just a little tired, that's all."

Usually he would have left it at that, given we didn't ever really have longer conversations than that that didn't pertain to whatever case the BAU was working on. But he pushed further, and I swallowed.

"Are you sure? Because... You can tell me if there's something wrong. I'm a good listener..."

Did I dare tell him what was really plaguing me? That I was scared I wasn't going to be able to spend time with him every day, thus most likely giving away my crush? That is, if he hadn't already figured it out by this point... Truthfully it wouldn't have surprised me.

The thought made me go warm again, and still, I kept my head down.

"I'm sure..."

And then I did something I probably shouldn't have. I looked back up at him, just a quick glance, but under his intense gaze I crumbled, flitting my eyes back down and playing with my hands.

"Is it... because of me?"

Afraid suddenly that I'd made him feel bad, I straightened a little. "No! No, not at all I... Um... I—I guess I'm just... A little sad that I'm probably... not going to be of any help to you anymore. You know, now that you're healing up."

A small smile flashed over his face, and I inwardly melted.

"Oh... In that case I... I guess I'm sad, too."

"Really?" I asked softly, my heart jumping.

"Mhm," he answered back in earnest. His features were softer than they'd ever been, eyes wide and kind, smile inviting... "You've been a great help. And you're fun to be around."

I couldn't help but smile shyly at his confession, completely bewildered that he'd think of me as someone he'd enjoyed being around, though I'd offered just about nothing interesting to any conversation we'd had. "Y—You don't mean that..."

"I do."

"C'mon, really? I... I—mean... coming from you that's... that's too generous."

He laughed a little. "How do you mean?"

"I... Well, y—you're you... I mean, you're... smart, and nice, and cu— uh,... n—nice..." I stumbled hard on that last one, squeezing my eyes shut at the thought of almost calling him cute to his face... And then I realized I'd called him nice two times... in a row.

I hadn't even realized he'd gotten up and walked over to me until I felt his cane gently tap my leg. I jumped, looking up at him and almost crumbled again right then and there. He stood over me, tall and clearly amused, and I wanted to just curl up and hide where no one would ever find me.

I also didn't want to be craning my neck so far up to see him, so I stood up, sending my chair rolling back a foot or two. The added height was better, but he was still fiarly taller than me, and with the way were standing so close to each other?

Maybe I'd made a mistake...

"I—I'm sorry," I stammered.

Still amused, Spencer tilted his head a small amount. "What for?"

"I... I don't know, m—making this awkward?"

"It's not awkward."

"It... It's not?"

He shook his head, quiet for a few beats before he nearly whispered. "What were you going to say?"

I paused. "I... What?"

"Before... You said I was smart. And nice... And... What else?"

It sounded like he was trying to get me to confess something, and quite honestly I couldn't tell if it was for humiliation or amusement or clarification purposes. I mean, it was probably safe to assume he wouldn't go out of his way to humiliate me, but... it still made me nervous.

"I—I didn't... I..."

"Y/N... Tell me?"

I'd been cornered. Quite literally, too, as my lower back hit the edge of the table. My hands shook anxiously at my sides as I contemplated what to say. The truth? Embarrassing for me. A lie? I was no good at telling lies, and I'd still end up embarrassed, because he'd be able to tell.

So, after a very long silence in which he waited on me to answer, I blurted out, as quietly as possible, "Cute."

The word sounded juvenile coming from my mouth. Right now, standing under Dr. Reid's intense scrutiny, it didn't even feel like the right word to describe him. Not that it wasn't true... But it just wasn't an elegant enough descriptor for him.

And that alone probably proved just how different we were. How out of my league he was...

"That's what I thought you were going to say," he mused, slightly breaking me out of my self-deprecation.

I would have asked him something then, anything to keep myself from looking like even more of a fool with a childish schoolgirl crush, but all words escaped me entirely. All I could do was look up at him, slowly growing warm under the intensity of his eyes and praying he wouldn't think of me as silly.

Though, it wouldn't have mattered, because he kept talking anyway, his body taking up even more space around me as his arms came around to well and truly trap me against the table.

"You're right, you know... I'm almost completely healed, and pretty soon I think I won't need an assistant anymore."

I was scared that maybe I was wrong before, and he'd actually humiliate me now, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. I wasn't sure what to make of all of it. SO I just stood there, trying to breath steadily as Spencer studied my face.

"And I meant it... That makes me sad. You know why?"

I shook my head, afraid to make a sound.

His head dipped lower, close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth as he spoke. "I probably won't get to see you every day."

"Y—you want to see me?" I couldn't help but ask.

He scanned my eyes, amusement and something else lingering there as he did. "Yes."

And then he kissed me.

It was a short distance, but it felt like we went far. And I hadn't even registered that I whimpered into his mouth until he returned it with a low groan that boiled my insides and absolutely melted me. I was helpless against him as he pressed himself further against me and used his hands to keep my back steady.

The whole time my mind was swimming with dizziness. It felt like my body was covered in butterflies from head to toe, particularly strong where his hands pressed into me and his cane rested firmly along the inside of my thigh.

I leaned forward when he pulled away, because I was afraid that he was saying goodbye. But one of his hands came up to my face and my eyes fluttered open, immediately taking notice of how messy his hair was now that I'd had my fingers in it.

I must have looked scared, because suddenly his eyes changed, and he removed his hands away from me altogether, putting distance in between us. "I—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you without asking..."

The relief that rushed through my body must have gotten to my head, because I breathed out a demand I'd never have had the courage to get out before.

"Do it again."

One second I was staring at him, admittedly afraid that he'd regretted all of it, and the next I was seeing stars as he came forward and kissed me again. His hands cradled my face as he did so, coming on to me with gentle care while still maintaining that hunger that surprised and excited me.

I hadn't realized how much I missed his touch until he'd given it back to me, my body once again melting into him and allowing him to do whatever it is that pleased him.

Apparently that was lifting my leg off the ground and making me sit on the table.

My body went along with it easily, and I was glad for it because my brain was nothing but mush, unable to process fully how he'd decided that I was worth kissing. All I really knew was that I wanted him. Anything he wanted from me, I was willing to give. And that must have come across very clearly, because when he pulled away and spoke to me, I whimpered at his words.

"Y/N... You've been such a good girl, helping me with whatever I needed these past few months..." Meanwhile his hand danced along the hem of my skirt, the tiny brushes of his skin against mine sending me into a mess of shivers.

"I think it's about time I've thanked you for all your help, don't you think?"

The implications in his tone made me whine again, and I pressed my forehead into his, our noses brushing as I answered. "Please."

I was so taken by the way he groaned as his lips connected with mine once more that I almost didn't realize that his hand was now fully up my skirt, his fingers drawing gentle lines over my panties and practically making me melt again. His hungry kisses contradicted the softness he took to my clothed cunt, a fact that warmed me to my core and made me want him more than ever.

When he slipped the fabric aside and ran the pad of his finger through me, I whined hard against his mouth, something that must have excited him— He nipped at my bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"How long have you wanted this, Princess?"

If not for the kissing and the finger slowly sliding up through my arousal, the nickname would have done me in. By now I was an utter wreck, but I somehow still managed to answer, even through a little stammering. "F—Forever."

It was the best I could come up with.

He breathed a laugh as his finger circled my clit. "That's a long time..."

"Uh huh," was all I could manage in response. My body and my brain were too focused on the things his finger was doing to my body, involuntarily rolling my hips forward for more. I needed more.

Thankfully he picked up on my urgency and reciprocated with slipping his middle finger inside me, one knuckle, then two...

I cried out as my head lurched forward, connecting our mouths once again. My hands clutched around his neck and my fingers tugged at his hair to keep myself from falling, because the slow, searing pace at which he fingered me made me wonder how I'd still been able to breathe.

He added another finger soon enough, picking up the pace and rendering me practically useless in his embrace. Meanwhile I registered the sound of his own little whines, still deeper than mine but little enough to tip me off that he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that alone helped get me further along in pleasure.

I pulled my mouth from his reluctantly, squeezing my eyes shut as I allowed my forehead to rest against his. "D—Doctor, I'm c... I'm so close."

"His honorific falling breathlessly from my mouth seemed to do something sinister to him, because his fingers sped up and his breathing got heavier.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, Princess?"

My stomach tightened and I nodded as best as I could, relishing in the sounds coming from below us, wet and downright filthy.

"Go ahead...Be a good girl and come for me... You deserve it..."

Each little sentence was punctuated with a slightly faster pace, each one bringing me closer and closer until I squeaked into his mouth and shook violently around his fingers, my vision going white. My legs had been open wide since he'd started teasing under my skirt, but now they threatened to clamp shut from the intensity. But I wanted nothing more than to be good for him, to make this as easy as possible, so I held out and kept them open as wide as I could stand as my orgasm rocked through me.

Spencer whispered praises into my skin as his hand slowed and his mouth trailed down to my neck. And even though it was more than nice feeling him lick and bite over my skin, I felt rather sad when he removed his fingers from me.

That sadness didn't last long though, not when he pulled back and studied me for a moment, eyes lust-blown and purely ravenous before he brought his glistening fingers up to my mouth.

I didn't even have to think. I brought my tongue out and let him slip his fingers over it, closing my mouth around them and sighing as I sucked them clean. This only seemed to excite him more, his features displaying all sorts of desperation until he couldn't take it anymore.

He kissed me again, bringing both his hands to rest at my waist. And with his hands so low I wondered if maybe he'd take to ridding himself of his own pants, but it never happened. Rather, he pulled away after minutes of more kissing, and sighed quite sadly as his upper body pressed firmly into mine.

Something else pressed firmly against me as well—right along the inside of my thigh—and I gasped, mind running wild through all the possible outcomes of the night.

But Spencer only stood there, occasionally nudging his nose against mine while his hands gently kneaded my sides.

"D—Do you want to stop?" I asked softly, afraid he'd regret what we did.

He proved me wrong. "God, no... It's... It's just that I'm still not cleared enough for any... strenuous activity on my leg, and I don't..."

I didn't want to push him, obviously, but I thought I could make the mood a little lighter. "O—Oh, well on the bright side... I could stay your assistant for a while longer."

The laugh that rumbled in his throat made me smile, though from the way he stood there, I knew he wouldn't risk it.

"Um... Raincheck?" he whispered.

On the one hand, that meant he definitely wanted to see me again, and I was more than happy with that. But also, that meant our fun for the night was done...

Yet... Maybe not...

"Sure," I answered, pecking his lips once more. Then I brought my hand to his chest and slid it down until I reached his belt, and I leaned back to look him in the eye, a boldness I never imagined coming from me in a million years.

"But I can still help you..."

I watched the desperation and disappointment in his features slowly dissolve into a newfound hunger—and an amusement—that grew my confidence tenfold.

"Oh?" Spencer mused. "How do you suppose you can help me this time?"

He wanted me to say it. So, without second guessing myself anymore, I grazed my finger over his erection. "I'm very good with my mouth, Dr. Reid."

He grabbed me by the hand then, dragging me along to the chair I'd kicked back before and sat himself down, one of his hands still gripping the cane. Matched with the desire in his eyes and the swollenness of his lips and the tousled strands of his hair, the sight was truly something to behold. It was something that only ever existed in my dreams, nd now it was real.

Not wanting to waste any time, I sunk to my knees and nestled myself in between his legs. He reached out and caressed my cheek before lifting my chin with his middle finger.

"You like being my good little helper?" he drawled.

I tried to nod, but he clicked his tongue and held my chin in place. "Words, Princess."

"Yes. I—I'd do anything you asked. Anything you want, it's yours..."

He hummed then, removing his hand from my face and moving to undo his belt swiftly with only one hand. The action, the sound, everything... it was enough to make me wet again, and I subtly ground down onto the heel of my foot as I watched him pull himself free from the confines of his pants.

I didn't have time to marvel at him before I was drawn forward like a magnet, my hands crawling up his legs and my eyes batting up at him, ready and eager to please him however he wanted.

"Eager, are we?" he mused once more, gently stroking himself with his hand.

"Yes, Doctor," I breathed, inching closer and kissing the outside of his hand.

His movement stopped then, and it didn't take longer than a second for him to decide to let me work on my own.

"Then have at it, Princess..."

I started by kissing my way up the length of him, taking my time to gauge his reactions as I did so, occasionally darting my tongue out to taste him. Once I reached the tip, I sucked on it gently, using my tongue to swirl around it until I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

And then I started taking him slowly into my mouth, watching above me as Spencer's eyes started to shut, obviously debating whether or not to lay back and enjoy this or watch me intently.

Either way, I was more than happy to keep it up, finally getting him to the back of my throat. I flexed my tongue and held him there as long as I could, promptly gagging over him and blinking tears from my eyes as he let out a loudest sound I'd heard from him yet. His head flew back and his tongue quivered along his bottom lip as he cursed my name.

The act made me proud, so I retreated for air, sucked at his tip again for a few seconds, and then repeated it, taking him down my throat again and watching through teary eyes as he visibly swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so... Such a good fucking girl..."

The praise caused my insides to burn hot, and I ground down onto my heel again, lifting my mouth to start bobbing up and down.

His eyes opened then, and he looked down at me, using his hand to brush stray hair from my face and the other to grip onto his cane for dear life. I looked up at him the whole time, making sure to convey through not only my actions but also my eyes that I loved this. I thrived off of his praise, I enjoyed the feel of his dick gliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat, and I longed to feel him coat the inside of my mouth with his release.

I was so entirely into him in every capacity, it wasn't even funny.

I was so glad he could tell, a smile grazing his features as his hand gently gripped some of my hair. "So eager to please, Princess... And so fucking good at delivering..."

I whined onto his dick as he held me down, rendering me immobile. The only thing I could do was look up at him and choke, and of course, I was more than happy to do it. In turn, I was met with a deep groan and a tug of the hair.

"Hold it, hold it... Atta girl..."

My cunt throbbed at his words, and my throat continued to burn, tears falling down my face at ten-speed until finally, he let up and pulled me off of him.

I coughed a little and blinked away tears as I caught my breath, Spencer's fingers combing hair from my face as he smiled proudly.

He didn't even need to say anything then. I wanted to give him more. So I leaned down again and took him in my mouth, quickly making work of his tip while my hand came up and stroked the rest of him.

"Fuck, Princess, just like that... Make me come just like that..."

Rather than just continuing, I offered him a high whine and a wide gaze, hoping to exceed expectations.

I guess it worked, because he came right then, his dick pulsing over my tongue and in my hand as his warm release shot down my throat and over my tongue. I hummed around him, fluttering my eyes closed at the taste and the feeling, probably enjoying the fact that I'd done this to him more than I should have.

It was worth it to see the look on his face, though, after he'd given me all he had and I purposely spit some of it out onto the tip of his dick so I could lick it up and give him just a little more stimulation after the fact. His mouth hung open, eyes heavy and unwilling to leave me, even as I finished and sat back to wipe the tears and saliva from my face with a satisfied smile.

Though, the longer he looked at me, the more shy I became. Funny when I'd just had his dick down my throat, but I'd never been good with people staring at me for long periods of time.

"Was that... Was that okay?" I asked, suddenly worried I hadn't done something to his standards. "I know I don't do this a lot, so I'm sorry if it wasn't that g—"

"Y/N..."

I blinked up at him, still on my knees and unwilling to move. Not that I wanted to, but I couldn't even if I had.

"That was fucking perfect... I meant it, you're... so good."

I knew he was capable of better words, but after having the life sucked out of you, I could imagine 'better words' were hard to come by. Still, I laughed a little, playing with the hem of my skirt. "Good. I'm... glad I could help."

He smiled at me, readjusting his pants and then moving to help me off the ground.

"Hey, uh... Even when you go back to your regular job after I get better, I... I hope you know you're always welcome to come visit me if we're not busy."

The words warmed me in a different way, my heart swelling as well. "You... You mean that?"

Spencer nodded, grabbing my hand and dragging his thumb over my wrist. "Of course. I mean, you're more than just a good helper, you know. You're also kind, and smart, and cute..."

I laughed at his emphasis on cute, heat warming my face. "Ha-ha..."

"I really mean it, though," he said softly, removing his hand from mind and bringing it up to lift my chin, so I'd meet his eyes. They were swimming with sincerity, the epitome of warmth and comfort and kindness— the kind that always drew me to him in the first place. "And... If you'd want to maybe ditch the paperwork one day and grab a coffee or something, maybe—"

"Yes," I interrupted without thinking. My heartbeat picked up upon seeing the look in his eyes when I agreed, a mixture of amusement and relief. "Y—Yes, I'd love to."

"Good. Then it's a date?"

"Definitely."

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Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin, @moonctzeny, @lenaluvs, @lucas-wongs, @burtonized and to @ncteaxhoe who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail [email protected] to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while. “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

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