#even if its just a keyboard smash

[yanderepuck]

I feel the need to remind you all that everything I write is 100% consensual.

If you have read Fausts route, specifically his dramatic ending you will know this man has a breeding kink. That being said we're going to go a little hard on this and not hold back because that's what I'm feeling and that's what you guys wanted. I have plenty of other smut fics that are more tame if you wish to read one of those

Have fun reading sluts~

If you read his dramatic ending then you know

"Look at how beautiful you look."

Faust runs a hand through your hair as you are kneeling between his legs. As his hand gets to the back of your head he grabs your hair and makes you look up at him.

You let out a slight moan. As your mouth opens he pushes your head forward to take his cock in again. He let you take a little break to catch your breath but now it's time to get back to work.

"Keep sucking you slut."

He keeps a firm grip on your hair as you bob your head back and forth. Your hands are tied behind your back with cuffs since you didn't want to listen and kept touching yourself.

You just couldn't help it. Faust has been edging you for days. But you guess that's what you get when you misbehave.

You look up at him every now and then as his cock is down your throat. Then you pull back just enough so that you're only sucking the tip, your tongue gliding along the ridge, flicking it against the slit.

Now he's the one moaning. Those moans are all the praise you need. You suck him harder, deep throating and swirling your tongue along his shaft.

He then holds your head in place as he cums down your throat. You do your best not to choke. The hot sticky load kept coming, and with him still in your mouth you couldn't properly swallow causing cum to come out the corners of your mouth.

When he finally pulls out you gasp for air. He's a little out of breath himself.

"Dirty little whore," he groans. "You better clean up this mess."

You're already licking your lips and once your mouth is cleaned up you lick his cock clean.

"Now stand up."

You try to balance yourself and get up slowly. Your legs felt like jello from kneeling for so long. He grabs the chain of the cuffs and lifts you up to get you on your feet quicker.

You are barely on your feet before he pushes you down on the bed. Before you can recognize what is going on hes already on top of you.

You start to squirm and run your legs together.

"None of that," he spreads your legs wide. You feel your cheeks getting warm as you catch him just staring at you. "Is this what you want?" He presses his fingers against you, but only adding pressure and not actually entering you.

You moan. "Yes! Please give me something!" That all came out louder than you wanted.

He smirks. "You needy little whore."

He grabs your waist and pulls you closer, closing the gap between you two. He starts to massage the inner parts of your thighs, knowing how sensitive they are. The tip of his cock is poking at your entrance, just a little push and he would be in you.

You squirm and whine.

"Come on. Beg for it. Even a dumb slut like you can use her words."

As his hands rest on your tights, his thumbs rub the little crevice where your legs meet your pelvis. He's so so close. But not enough to actually get pleasure from.

You look up at him, panting from all the teasing. You haven't even done anything and you're so on edge. "Please," your voice nearly cracked. "I want your cock, Johann. I'll do anything you say just please give it to me and let me cum!"

He's so going to take advantage of that later. "Anything I want, huh?" He already has a plan forming in his head. He licks his lips as it all comes together.

"Yes! Anything! Please, Johann. I want every inch of your cock."

With a smirk he takes hold of your knees to pin your legs to the bed, speaking your legs wider than you thought you could. Shoving his entire length in you, he makes sure that he fills you completely.

"A perfect fit."

Your held tilts back and you moan loudly. He entered you so quickly you can't tell if it was filled with pain or pleasure.

He wastes no time thrusting into you and getting to the pace he wants. Your moans seem to get louder with each thrust, and with the stone walls of the castle they echo in the room.

He lets your legs go so that he can lean down. His face is in the crevice of your neck, licking your skin at a much slower pace than the rest of his body. He then sinks his fang into you, moaning at the taste of your blood.

Meanwhile you immediately cum, clenching around him. He lets out a low growl at this feeling. It felt good on his end but he never told you that you could do that.

With a hand firmly around your neck, he licks your ear before whispering.

"Who told you you could do that?"

"I-I.." you can barely form words.

"I already know what I want you to do for me," he sounds way too enthused for this to be good. His thrusts have slowed down, but he is just as rough when entering you.

"I want to fill your tight little hole with all my cum. I'm going to make you my little cum dumpster until I get a baby in you."

You can't help but moan at the thought. He's not going to be gentle, not at all. He's going to use your body to his heart's desires.

"Glad to know you like the idea, slut. I'm going to love having you under my control."

He goes back to thrusting into you, and only after a few moments does he cum in you, thrusting enough to ride out his high.

You pant once he slows down. This is only round one of who knows how many.

He pulls out of you and immediately sticks his fingers in you. "Oh you have a lot more room for my cum."

He flips you over into your stomach and slaps your ass. After a yelp, you bring your knees up.

"You better keep your ass up."

With your hands still cuffed behind your back, he grabs the chain to keep a hold of you. He pushes his cock back inside you and keeps his other hand on your ass, squeezing it.

He wasted no time getting back into the rhythm he was in before. Mercilessly pounding into you.

You keep your head and chest down on the bed, but decide to move your hips back on him, basically meeting him in the middle when he thrusts forward.

"Greedy little slut," he mumbles under his breath.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming as you cum. Your insides clenching around his cock as you do.

You start to feel your knees getting weak and start to slide out from under you.

You don't know if you have it in you to fix your posture until you get spanked again. He keeps his cock in you and stops moving. He grips the chain tighter and pulls on it enough to make you sit up.

Your back is against his chest and his free hand is around your neck, making sure your head is tilted fsr ent back to make you look at him.

"What did I tell you," he growls. His hand squeezes the sides of your neck, it won't stop the airflow but you still get a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"M-my legs...th-" you can barely speak. You're basically seeing stars at this points.

"I don't care. What did I tell you. All you need to do is keep your pretty ass up so I can fuck you," his tongue flicks the wound on your neck he created earlier. "I own you, and I'll gladly keep you plugged up to make sure my cum doesn't leak out of you."

He lets your neck go and pushes you forward. You fall face first into the bed. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you. You can't tell if you want more or are too tired to keep going.

With all the strength you have, you bring your knees back up, rising your bottom half as high as you can.

"There you go. Such an obedient slut," he rubs your ass before thrusting again.

He would pull nearly all the way out and slam back into you, thrusting you forward each time.

How can he last so long? How much stamina does he have? You convince yourself that it must be a vampire thing.

Faust shoots another load of cum into you and slows down his movements.

You feel your legs shaking but you don't dare let your body fall again, not until he pulls out of you.

You know he's going to want to go again, so you try to catch your breath as quickly as possible.

Faust grabs your hip and turns you into your side. He lifts up your leg to his shoulder.

"You're already leaking cum," his fingers glide across your entrance. A shiver runs down your spice from how sensitive youve gotten. "Your womb must already be filled," he's more so talking to himself. It's not like you can form words anyway. "But just in case," he slides back into you, keeping your leg up. "I can't have you wasting any of my semen."

He smirks down at you, and all you do is moan as his cock stretches you open again.

He keeps your leg straight up and moves in slow controlled thrusts this time. He doesn't take his eyes off you, even with a fully flushed face, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

"You're the best experiment I've ever had," he smirks. He's still trying to catch his own breath.

With an arm around the base of your leg, he's keeping you steady, but that hand is wrapped around to your front and is starting to play with your clit.

You quickly start to squirm. You try closing your legs, or even rolling into your stomach. Each rub fills you with ecstasy and adrenaline.

You try to say something but you can't. You're overstimulated. The moment this is all over you're going to pass out from exhaustion. That is, if you don't pass out before.

Faust holds your leg in place firmly and rubs harder. His thrusts have gotten rougher. He's now enjoying the view of watching your tits bounce with each thrust. Occasionally he thrusts in harder just to see how they will bounce.

You try moving your face to bury yourself into a pillow, and when you finally do your already unholy noises get louder.

Faust smirks. He wants to hear more and finally gets ruthless with his thrusts. Both of your moans fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

The wet sounds coming from where you two are joined can just barely be heard. You're barely conscious at this point. You only know that you are because of the sensation of cumming. You pull against your restraints, trying not to contort your body.

Faust gets in a few strong thrusts before overfilling you again.

The moving stops and now the two of you are just panting. You look up from the pillow to look at him. He's also flushed, and sweaty. You're fairly sweaty yourself but wow he looks hot with sweat dripping from him.

Carefully he pulls out of you. It feels weird being empty now, almost hurts. You lay flat on your back and close your eyes. Not even caring that your hands are stuck behind you.

You don't even care if he plans on going another round. Your body feels so heavy. You feel him move on the bed and assume he's going to lay next to you. But then he spreads your legs open again.

You let out a small yelp and quickly look down. You feel something enter you, but it's not his dick, or his fingers. Is it..?

"We need to make sure you don't spill that cum everywhere."

He leans over you and kisses you on the lips. "You be a good girl and stay here. I'll be back later to see if you need to be refilled," he smirks devilishly and gets off the bed starting to get dressed.

All you do is watch him. You knew he'd be back sooner rather than later to see if you needed anything. But right now all you needed was a nap.

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[cladnplaid]

Me shit talking the new One Piece show to then watch it and thoroughly enjoy it

#my brother literally came over and forced me to watch it and im ANGRY because it was actual GOOD #opla #one piece live action #one piece #like fr ONE PIECE is the anime-live-action adaption to preak the curse? REALLY? #after they tried and failed SO MANY TIMES #death note and fullmetal alchemist. frikin COWBOY BEBOP! #BUT one piece?! with its looney tooney absurdity WORKED?! #i'm confounded. Bamboozled. befuddled even! #i embarrassingly want to see some bts break downs of the vfx and stunt work so frikin bad! #and dont even get me started on the costumes!😩👌 #and thEN THE HAIR AND MAKE UP😙👌 #it had NO BUSINESS being that good! #im not even mad at the typos in this #im just smashing my phone keyboard #rambles

[sucharide]

Gentle reminder that if you like something, reblog it. I'm not even a fanartist, but when I tell you my blood boils every time I see a piece someone has poured their heart into for 200 likes and 50 reblogs,,,,,,,,

#FSHSIDKHDSKJSJ #JUST REBLOG #JUST LEAVE A KEYBOARD SMASH IF YOUR TRYING TO THINK OF A COMPLIMENT!!! #i get it!!! sometimes i hold off on reblogging art because my brain is mushy and i cant think of compliment for the tags!!!!! #but i am trying to get my shit together and just! tag something even if its just 'OMG I LOVE THIS'!!!!!! #i mean! you dont even have to tag!!! #but i know that thats the one thing that might hold me back sometimes so

[stealingpotatoes]

idk what happened to prompt dumbasses to start being tweaked in your inbox but i’m glad you’re not giving them any power. ppl are weird and you’re an incredible artist that feeds us amazing art at an astonishing rate. me and my moots (and my roommates) love you and discuss your posts and aus near daily so you’ve probably got a lot more silent love than you’re even aware of

you talk??? abt my art n aus??? with other people????? im not crying youre crying. no yeah im just. give me a second. crying noises

#i dont keyboard smash bc i always end up shutting down my computer or smthn when i try it but like. PRETEND I WROTE ONE HERE #its cropped my totally legit moodboard for this so u will have to click all the images for full sorry #im just. i dont even have the words im so touched thats so cool #my stuff... can be a conversation topic... for people that arent me ?????? insane #thanks for the ask! #⋆

[babybeel]

if you support ai work (in any form, be it art or writing) pls unfollow me!

#seeing people use chatgpt to write fanfic is so....disheartening (?) #like idk i write bc i want to!! i share it w you guys bc i want to!! #and the idea that people are 'writing' fics through ai which just steals and harvests from others' is so discouraging #its really just reinforcing this idea that people dont care about content creators #like we're just here to mindlessly please and entertain the masses #(which is also why i dont take requests outside of events bc some people abuse that and expect constant production) #and the whole point of fandom was to interact w people who share the same interests #which ik people say it a lot but interacting w content creators is so so important for their motivation #i have an album of screenshots which are kind words and tags and asks and they make me so happy!! even just the keyboard smashes #idk ive gotten off track but please please please support content creators and recognise that ai is theft #notes app

[soldier-poet-king]

I maybe just broke my finger, for sure sprained it, and I'm more distressed about not being able to play video games than like....real life repercussions.....oh no....I'll have to work extra slow tmrw ....with my dumb taped together fingers...a tragedy....however will I survive....

#my thumbs are fine but i need ny other fingers to bend at a certain angle to hold the switch #no more fe3h til the swelling and pain goes away #i could play smthn mousr and keyboard #but I'll just read before bed #have a few library books i should get on #gonna have to tape my fingers together too #for context. i opened the freezer and a rogue box of fish sticks fell #in trying to catch them i smashed my hand at the WEIRDEST angle into the fridge at top speed #SOMETHING WENT WRONG #abd i didnt even catch the fish #I DON'T EVEN LIKE FISH. ITS NOT MINE

[skitskatdacat63]

Having a mental breakdown over the video of seb and mark's Singapore date... 🫠

#clutching my chest like some victorian maiden #idk why i didnt realize there was video evidence but AAAAAAHHHHH #cant stop biting my hand trying to contain myself LOL #what watching a 14 yr old video at 5 am does to a man #but anyways im just idek #i have so many thoughts about this video #all the pics made me freak out enough but the vid! THE VID!!! #im just rly glad this exists #cause there's not too much content from back then compared to now #so having like a video of them basically on a date is like a precious gem to me sjdkfk #i would be like 'heres my top 10 thoughts' but it would just be incoherent rambling and keyboard smashes #cant even make it through a 4 min vid without pausing constantly to go AAAAGGHHH #forgive me its 5 am and im still sick #*actually yknow i thoughts the pics were *a lot* but there's so many things in this vid version i cant handle #HOW DOES THIS EXIST BUT THANK GOD IT DOES #seb has literal heart eyes my god #i need to stop bcs i keep having to come back to edit these tags every time i get 10 secs further #to me this vid is just: mark webber and his str boywife seb #sebmark out here doing pr challenge vids before they were cool #someone in the comments saying seb looks like a 'kleine mädchen' we get it hes babygirl #the vid descrip being 'MW and SV spend an evening in singapore' 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #alright i finished the vid *clutching it in my arms* #ty to the random person on tiktok who linked it i owe you my life #srsly tho finding these artifacts is <3 to me #catie.rambling.txt

[malcolmreeds]

if youve ever left comments in the tags of my art just know im giggling and twirling my hair and kicking my feet while reading them so thank u 🥰

#in all seriousness i really appreciate everything yall say in the comments #even if its just a keyboard smash or smthn #my heart has grown three times larger xx #personal

[isatoru]

the fact ive never talked about ayato on here and he is so insanely special to me ALKSJLSDF

#i have a slight yan fic for him in the wips... it even has a GOT title LOL ASKLJLD #i am just. Rusty and still learning how to write yan lmao </3 #yandere cw #JIC IF UR LOOKING AT TAGSKLSDHF #just bc... his position of power drives me bonkers #THE FACT HE KNOWS EVERYTHING THAT GOES ON... dawg #i want him carnally so so so bad its not even funny #I RARELY TALK ABT HIM AND D.ILUC theyre my gi blorbos and mains #TvT theyve not left my team since the day i got them rip #im just. Thotless and head empty rn the gears in my head dont turn i just keyboard smash and rb art to prove my loyalty #to my blorbos

[tayytayy12]

imgonnagetyouback | CL16 x reader

Summary | After reader and Charles brake up, she releases a song about her mixed feelings in the separation, leaving the whole internet wondering if the pair are back together

Warnings | Mention of a brake up, swearing

Requested | no - yes

FaceClaim | Sabrina Carpenter

Type | SMAU

Its.Y/n

Liked by, JackAntanoff, Gracie Abrams and 1,875,232 others

Tagged | @/Kika.cgomez, @/Lilymhe

Its.Y/n - Did someone say girls night out?

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User1 - MOTHER IS ALIVE! MOTHER IS ALIVE!

User2 - I would pay billions to hang out with THE it girls of formula one

User3 - Charles is currently regretting every life choice he ever made

Kika.cgomez - We devoured

Its.Y/n - Oh we so did

User4 - I still can’t process that she and Charles broke up, LIKE, WHY?

User5 - GIRL NO ONE KNOWS

User6 - WE NEED TO KNOW

Lilymhe - My girlfriends guys

Its.Y/n - *wives*

Kika.cgomez - We’re married…

PierreGasly - @/alex_albon

Alex_albon - You should be used to this by now mate

User5 - Album when?

User6 - NEW MUSIC PLEASE Y/N

Its.Y/n

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Its.Y/n - I’m the Aston Martin that you drove right into the ditch

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User7 - Excuse me?

User8 - She’s back in the paddock. In Aston. Not in Williams with Lily. Not in Alpine with Kika. In Aston. With Lance. Okay.

User9 - I’m so confused

User10 - Girl we all are

User11 - It has to be song lyrics right?

User12 - That’s what I was thinking

User13 - Yeah it’s too random

SabrinaCarpenter - 👀👀

Its.Y/n - 🤫

User14 - No Sabrina, don’t shush

User15 - The brake up hurts even more once you find out Charles ended it out of the blue on her birthday

User16 - IM SORRY WHAT?

User17 - Its true, its all over Twitter we don’t know why he did it 😭

Lilymhe - Looking hot

Its.Y/n - Learnt from you BBY

Its.Y/n

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Its.Y/n - imgonnagetyouback, out tomorrow night 🤍

User18 - NEW MUSIC

User19 - Y/n baby, there’s this lovely large button at the bottom centre of your keyboard called a ‘space bar’, did you forget how to use it?

Its.Y/n - LMAO

User20 - SCREAMING

User21 - I can’t feel Charles nerves from my bed in Florida

GracieAbrams - I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT

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User22 - the vibe from these photos is just yes

User23 - CRYING IVE BEEM WAITING FOR THIS

ChappellRoan - Wanna go on a date ?

Its.Y/n - When and where?

User24 - I WANT A DATE TOO CHAPPELL

Twitter

User25 - THIS SONG WHAT OMG

User26 - HER VOCALS?!?!!?

User27 - THE LYRICS?

User28 - MOST OF ALL THE DOUBLE MEANING

User29 - WAIT WHAT DOUBLE MEANING

User30 - BASICALLY THE WHOLE SONG SHE SAYS ‘IM GONNA GET YOU BACK’ BUT SHE KEEPS CONTRADICTING HERSELF. LIKE ‘DONT KNOW IF IM GONNA BE YOUR WIFE OR GONNA SMASH UP YOUR BIKE, BUT IM GONNA GET YOU BACK’ SHE DIESNT KNOW IF SHE WANTS HIM BACK OR WANTS TO MAKE HIM REGRET LEAVING HER

User31 - SHES A MASTERMIND OML

Its.Y/n

Liked by, CharlesLeclerc, LanceStoll and 3,928,192 others

Its.Y/n - Get him back option one, or get him back option two?

Kika.cgomez - One one one one one one one one one one

Its.Y/n - Maybeeee

Lilymhe - If it’s not one I’ll use you as a golf ball

Its.Y/n - woah aggressive

User32 - Both Charles and Lance in the likes…

User33 - I smell the drama brewing

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[saetoru]

#TOP OF THE CLASS! — GETO SUGURU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ geto + virgin killing - your TA is nice, and more importantly, handsome. accidentally sending him nudes makes you realise he's also inexperienced

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ pairing ⋮ college TA! geto suguru x student! reader

♱ length ⋮ 5.5k words (she tried okay. she did)

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, college! au, TA! geto, student! reader, med! student shoko, forging of legal documents (shoko forges you a doctor’s note lol), mentions of drinking + being under the influence, unprofessional relationships, explicit photography (taking + accidentally sending nudes), virgin! + inexperienced! geto, semi-public sex (in a campus office), teasing, humiliation, mentions of male masturbation, handjobs, blowjobs, nipple play, fingering, riding, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

♱ notes ⋮ here is the first kinktober post i hope you all enjoy and HAPPY OCTOBER ITS MY FAV SEASON

the first rule of being a college student is having good time management. that should’ve been something you remembered before saving this paper for the last minute—because now you’re beginning to regret overestimating your ability to finish all the research and the required components and hit the word count. and then you have to cite your sources—which is a pain, and the clock isn’t slowing even a little as it ticks away closer and closer to the deadline. 

you’re doomed, finished for the semester before you could’ve even fully begun. you’re counting your moments to failure for a class you absolutely need to graduate. this paper is thirty percent of your grade—how could you have been so careless as to leave it so last minute?

“it’s useless,” you moan woefully into your phone, making shoko snort as you hear her continue to type away on her keyboard. it hits you that if shoko of all people is further along her paper than you—the same shoko that cheats on everything—then you’ve really let yourself go. “i’m never going to finish this on time,” you mutter. 

“i told you to get started earlier,” she says matter of factly, almost with enough i told you so energy in her voice that you’re two seconds from storming over to her apartment and smashing her laptop to bits. but shoko has a point—even if you refuse to acknowledge it since…well, it’s shoko, after all. 

“i’m not on call with you to lecture me,” you grumble, “i’m on call with you to help me find a solution. you think if i offer the TA a blow job, he’ll give me an A?”

shoko snorts, pausing her typing as if she’s actually contemplating the idea. “maybe, honestly. you know he’s our age, and he’s like years ahead of us? probably too busy with school to get any bitches,” she laughs, making you roll your eyes as a smile tugs at your lips no matter how hard you try to fight it. 

“you know what, you might be right,” you chuckle. you almost feel bad for joking at his expense—your TA is nice, he’s young and kind and understanding, he takes time to slowly go over things when people have questions, he answers emails politely and quickly no matter how stupid the reason, he and has sensible rules that aren’t too strict. and, if you’re being honest, he’s rather handsome. “i wouldn’t mind giving him a blow job though,” you hum, “he’s cute.”

“gross,” shoko gags, “geto suguru is not cute.”

“he is too,” you argue, furrowing your brows as you huff, “he’s probably one of the few men i’ve seen who make a man bun work. and i know he’s ripped under that sweater, he has to be. i saw him leave the gym the other day, and his arms were huge.”

“he’s probably just trying to get bitches,” shoko snorts, “i bet he’s a virgin.”

“shut up,” you laugh, and for a moment, your mind wanders to your stupidly handsome TA. 

you shouldn’t be thinking about him this way—fantasizing about anyone who grades your papers is a line you shouldn't really cross, but you can’t help it. your thoughts turn into what hearing his smooth, deep voice would be like if he moaned into your ear, or what his bangs would look like stuck to his sweaty forehead, or what his abs would look like clenching as he cums, or how breathless he’d sound as he whispers your name—

“wait, i just had an idea,” shoko interrupts your thinking with a gasp, making you shake out of your (very dirty) thoughts as you blink.

you clear your throat, trying your best not to sound flustered as you speak. “i’m scared to ask what the idea is—you’re not really known for having good ones,” you say warily. you can practically see her eyes roll without her being there with you—you’ve been friends with shoko long enough to know her like the back of your hand. and if you know her like you think you do, her idea is about to cause you a lot of stress.

“well, looks like i’m never trying to help you again,” she scoffs, “i could’ve written you a doctor’s note with a few of the copies i managed to snatch—but since you don’t want my help—”

“no, wait! you’re a genius,” you gasp happily, grinning wide as shoko huffs through the phone and mutters something faintly similar to ungrateful under her breath, “i could kiss you on the lips right now.”

“no thank you. you suck,” she hisses. you only giggle, relief flooding through your bones that maybe your grade is saved—and all thanks to having a friend who works in a doctor’s office. you silently send the universe your gratitude for having your best friend pursue a career in the medical field—the perks prove to be quite beneficial, it seems. 

“just send me a picture of it and make it seem like i’m too sick to work on the paper, and i’ll tell him i won’t finish in time. a one day extension should be enough.”

“where would you be without me,” she grumbles quietly, “i’ll send it to you in a second. now please let me finish my paper in peace.”

“okay. love you, you’re the best.”

“i hate you.” the line clicks and you giggle, happily celebrating that you most likely have a saved grade and a free night to yourself now that shoko has so kindly offered you a solution. and of course, you’ll take this as a learning curve and appropriately plan to give yourself enough time for the next paper.

it’s not long before your phone dings and shoko’s contact pops up on your screen with, sure enough, a doctor’s note with today’s date and reason for the visit. shoko has even taken the liberty to make you seem contagious—just so you can skip class tomorrow for good measure. beaming, you text a quick thanks bestie <3 in response—too happy to even care that she sends you an emoji flipping you off. 

and it doesn’t take you long to craft the email either, making sure to properly address him with a greeting, adding apologies for the inconvenience—and as the icing on the cake, a promise that it won’t ever happen again in the future. you click the photo to upload the doctor’s note, and without even a second thought, you click send. 

and then within the split second that the email sends, and you realize just which photo you’ve accidentally clicked, your life flashes before your eyes. 

“no,” you mumble, “no no no,” you chant as you quickly open the email you’ve sent, eyes wide and throat dry. 

the photo is not the picture of the doctor’s note shoko sent—instead, it’s the picture right under it in your camera roll. the picture that’s not very suitable for sending your TA. the picture of your tits, just barely covering your nipples with your arm. the picture you took through giggles while changing after getting a little tipsy the night before (you’d felt just a tad bit sexy in your makeup.)

you sit in silent shock as you register that you just sent your TA your nudes—and just to make matters worse, he responds almost instantly, making your heart drop as you stare at his emailed reply with a shaky hand holding up your phone. 

please meet me in my office tomorrow before class so we can discuss the above email. 

suddenly, your worries are a lot more complicated than simply failing a class.

———————————————

you barely slept the night before, if at all, to be completely honest with yourself. the worst-case scenario runs through your head the entire time you toss and turn in bed. geto is probably going to report this, and then you’ll get expelled, and then you’ll never make it with a successful career, and then you’ll never be able to show your face to anyone you know again. 

your feet are as heavy as lead as they drag along the walk to his room, and you contemplate turning back and never showing up to his office, maybe simply even just refusing to ever return to campus at all. maybe you can move countries and start over somewhere else—maybe you can change your name and make a new life for yourself. 

but instead, you take a deep breath and knock on the door, waiting until you hear a soft come in before you enter. geto is seated at the desk, typing away at his laptop before meeting your eyes as you walk in.

“uh…hi,” you start, standing awkwardly by the door.

“hello,” he says, eyeing you slightly before looking back at his screen. if he has any ill feelings about last night, he does a good job of hiding it—you can’t read a single emotion on his face. somehow, that makes things worse. “have a seat,” he gestures at the chair across from him on the other side of the desk, waiting for you to seat yourself nervously in front of him. 

you sit down, watching as he opens his mouth to start—but you begin speaking before he can. “look, i know that email was really inappropriate, and i’m really sorry—it was an accident, i swear! i meant to click on the picture above it, and i didn’t realize—”

“i understand,” he cuts you off as he holds a hand up, offering you a kind smile that makes you tilt your head in confusion, “it’s fine.” fine. fine? he’s…just fine with it? he’s just willing to let you off the hook? “i’m not much older than you,” he chuckles, “i’m not foreign to these things. i’m sure you’re active in…that aspect of your life.”

oh god—why you? why of all people did this have to be you? why is the world so hellbent on making your life miserable in every aspect?

you eye the coiled wires of the phone on his desk, and you contemplate strangling yourself with them before he can say something anymore embarrassing. but, you have to admit—this is far better than being told you’ve been reported to the dean for misconduct.

“i’m really sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” you fiddle with your fingers as you avoid his gaze, “i really did mean to send you a doctor’s note. i just didn’t realize i hit the picture under it.”

“like i said, it’s okay,” he reassures. calm. he’s almost too calm about this. too okay with it. almost like…like he didn’t mind at all in the first place.“but i wanted to make sure you’re aware of how fragile photos like that are.”

“huh?” you raise a brow. now, this is not where you expected the conversation to steer. you expected a lecture on how sending an educator your explicit photos is highly unprofessional, that it’s unacceptable and suggests other things—things that are completely against the rules and completely out of question to even consider. 

“i mean, photos like those getting into the wrong hands can lead to really bad predicaments,” geto continues, clearing his throat as he closes his laptop and meets your gaze. he looks you dead in the eye as he speaks his next words, “and i wouldn’t want sensitive content of you circulating around campus.”

“right,” you nod slowly, “it’s not like i send them around, or anything. i was just a bit drunk that night, and i was in my room bored, and my makeup was cute so i was feeling good about myself…and…and…yeah…” you trail off. 

why are you even explaining this to him in such detail? you silently curse yourself in your head, beating yourself up for running your mouth so much. 

“oh, that’s good to know,” he nods, “i’m glad to hear that. no one else has possession of these photos?”

you eye him slowly, “nope,” you confirm. “just you—by accident, of course.”

you’re not sure if you imagine it, or if the situation as a whole is making you overinterpret everything that’s happening—but you’re almost certain you hear his breath hitch a little. he’s no longer looking at you, no longer burning you under his gaze like he was just a minute ago.

“right, by accident,” he repeats. it’s slow, like he’s reminding himself, like he has to speak slowly to process the information. “well, i hope this serves as a lesson for being more careful next time. you don’t want young men to save such pictures of yourself for ulterior motives.”

geto suguru, your teacher’s assistant for intro to literature 1301, seems to be rather invested in your well-being—more than a TA really should be. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s almost disappointed that you sent him a significantly revealing photo of yourself by accident instead of intentionally. and, if you squint just a little, it almost seems like he doesn’t want anyone else to have the pictures. not because he’s concerned for you—but rather, because he wants to be the only one who’s seen them. 

your thoughts from last night come flooding back, how he’s probably well built under his shirt, how shoko thinks he’s still a virgin, and especially how he probably looks and sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. and geto suguru might think he has you cornered like a cat would a mouse, but what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been the serpent the whole time, fangs ready to sink into him and devour him whole. 

“you know, you seem like you speak from experience,” you can’t help but grin slightly. 

now, logically speaking, this is wrong—this is pushing the kindness he so graciously showed you. by now, you should be fighting back tears as you figure out a way to break the news to everyone you know that you’ve had to receive an expulsion for sending your TA nudes. by now, your life should’ve been at an all time low, so you really shouldn’t be testing your luck. 

but geto has practically seen your tits, so you’re not really sure there’s any point in acting like an angel around him—and he’s so incredibly hot in that button up shirt of his, sleeves rolled halfway up his arm. plus, the thought of him being your inexperienced TA, one who lets you strip him of his innocence as you slowly taint his purity—it excites you a little more than it really should.

he clears his throat, not meeting your eyes. this time, yours bore into him through a searing gaze that almost makes him shift uncomfortably. 

“well, like i said, i am around your age, so i know how men’s minds work when it comes to these things—”

“so then tell me,” you raise a brow, smirking slightly as his jaw clenches, “is it because your mind works the same way?”

“now—”

“did you save my tit pics to your phone?” you ask bluntly. he hides the choked cough through a clearing of his throat—bingo, you think. almost instantly, the room shifts to him being nervous under your gaze as you eye him smugly. 

something about sweet, kind, successful geto suguru, young and ambitious with a perfect gpa and a flawless resume, being hot and bothered by your breasts makes you swell with pride—and you think maybe…maybe giving him a blow job might not be such an outlandish thought after all. 

maybe he wants it to be a reality just as badly as you do. 

“w-what are you implying—”

“did they turn you on?” you interrupt, watching as his cheeks heat up a slight flush of pink, “did you wish i’d moved my arm down so you could get the full view?” he clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance. “was that the first nude you’ve ever been sent?”

“i think that’s enough,” he says sternly, but his voice is slightly higher in pitch—which tells you everything you need to know. and you’re enthused. “keep in mind, i could have every intention to notify the dean of these—”

“but suguru,” you pout, rolling his first name off your tongue so sweetly, he can’t help but be hungry for another taste of something so decadent, “if you tattle on me, you’ll never get a chance to actually see my nipples this time,” you giggle, “isn’t that what you want?”

“i—”

“i wonder,” you grin wickedly, “did you act like every other guy our age and jack off to a random girl’s tits?” 

you must hit close to home because he lets out a shaky exhale, jaw tight and fists clenched as his knuckles turn pale. he swallows thickly before finally meeting your eyes, face a deep shade of crimson as you grin at him widely. 

“i…i’m not…immune to things of that nature,” he finally admits, voice strained as your grin widens. almost instantly, you’re standing up, locking the door behind you and making your way over to his side of the desk without hesitation. the cards have been dealt in your hand, all that’s left is to play them—and you’re pleased to say that the game is heavily leaning in your favor. 

“wanna show me?” you ask with a sultry voice, “wanna show me how you fucked your fist last night? i’ll even let you see my nipples this time around,” you murmur as you seat yourself on his lap. 

geto scoots his chair back and makes room for you, breathing heavily as his pants strain with the tent already forming in them. his breath hitches when your hand rubs over his erection—and he curses himself for being so pathetic as to let a few words from you let him get riled up like this. but you’re so pretty—always have been. 

you sit in class and chew on the top of your pen, making it hard to avert his attention from your mouth. you tilt your head and furrow your brows so cutely when you’re confused, making it hard for him to concentrate on what he’s teaching. you laugh so sweetly out of glee when you do something correctly, and your voice shoots right through his heart—and sometimes, as ashamed as he is to admit it, straight to his dick too. 

and he’s well aware of how bad of an idea this is, but this is everything he’s ever dreamt about—right here under the palm of his hands. literally. so he grips your hips tightly, bringing you to rub over him through your own pants. the friction makes him throw his head back, moaning quietly as your clothed cunt drags along his length. you chuckle, palms gliding over his chest through his shirt and feeling the firm muscle under your hands. 

“does that feel good?” you ask, making him stifle a whimper as you glide over his nipples through his shirt.

your hands move to unzip his pants—and the best part? he lets you. he sits back and lets you free his aching cock from its confinements, he lets you wrap your fingers around his thick girth and squeeze gently, and he lets you pull the soft, low moans you’ve fantasized of hearing from his lips as you smear his pre cum along his shaft and stroke him slowly. 

“f-fuck,” he grunts, hips bucking into your hand, lips tugging between his teeth as he pants harshly with every squeeze at the base of his cock. and because you really can’t help it, you lean down to kiss along his jaw, making your way to his neck and nibbling at his skin. he groans, whispering your name—it makes your thighs squeeze together as a dull ache forms between your own legs. “feels…feels so good,” he mumbles breathlessly, “so different when you do it.”

you giggle, watching him carefully so as not to miss a single reaction. “oh yeah? you know, shoko said you were probably a virgin,” you purr against his ear, making his hands clutch onto your hips tighter, “you seem to be proving that theory right.”

“d-don’t stop,” he pleads when your hand slows, making his hips thrust sloppily into your fist and try to keep your earlier pace going. but you’re mean—just a tad bit cruel, and you wanna see him ooze with shame. so you squeeze on his cock, stilling the movement and making him rasp as he buries his head into your neck with a whine. 

“are you a virgin, suguru?” you hum, stroking his hair soothingly—but it contradicts the teasing tone of your voice. 

his face burns in your neck, “yes,” he mumbles quietly, like the admission stings. 

“how cute,” you pout, “so no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” he shakes his head slowly into the crook of your neck—but it’s not nearly as satisfying when he’s hiding, so you pull his face away despite his initial protesting. “i want to hear it,” you say firmly. 

“fuck—no,” he groans, his face an even deeper shade of red than you thought was possible, “no, no one has ever…you know…”

“sucked your dick?” you grin.

“stop,” he whines. you chuckle quietly before climbing off his lap and sinking down to your knees before him, looking up at his shocked face with a smirk. 

“wanna know something?” you hum, “i’ve thought about sucking your dick.” 

“thinking about you TA like that?” he huffs a chuckle—but whatever semblance of composure he had, he loses as soon as you press a gentle kiss to the tip of his flushed cock, reddened and swollen at the head as beads of pre cum leak from the slit. 

“just like you jack off to your student,” you shoot back, “you want it, suguru? do you want me to make you feel good?”

“god—yes,” he hisses, “get on with it,” he says as he’s throwing you a glare when you snicker up at him from in between his legs. you run your tongue along the tip, humming as you take in the taste of him before wrapping your lips around him and taking him down your throat. 

the reaction is instant—geto slumps back against his chair, gasping as you swallow around him, bobbing your head up and down his length. you loosen your jaw, fucking him with your mouth, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein running across the underside of his cock. his hand falls to the top of your head while the other grips the armrest of his chair, skin turning white over his knuckles as he tightens his hold with each time the warmth of your mouth swallows around him. 

“oh—g-god, shit that’s it,” he grunts, hips bucking into your throat as you pick up your pace. “feels fuckin’ amazing—oh, fuck.”

your hand wraps around the base of his member, pumping what won’t fit in your mouth so no part of him is left neglected. and when your other hand reaches for his balls, rolling the sensitive sacs in your hand and squeezing gently, he rewards you with a whine, voice lilting off to a high pitched moan as his hips thrust up instinctively. your nose brushes against his pelvis, and with a few more swallows, you feel him twitch in your mouth. 

“fuck, fuck, ‘m c-close,” he pants, chest falling and rising erratically. you look up, watching through teary eyes as spit and pre cum dribble down your chin, taking in the pretty sight of his face flushed and his skin damp, bangs clinging to his forehead just like you imagined them to. “don’t stop—’m gonna cum…gonna…gonna make me cum,” he rasps. 

you moan around him, and the vibrations send him over the edge, hips raising as he groans loudly. hot, thick ropes of his cum paint your mouth, seeping past your lips and dripping down your chin as you try your best to swallow what you can. geto sounds better than you expected—voice deep and raspy, but still the same smoothness it always holds even through the cracks as he brokenly calls your name. 

the sound of his voice as he moans your name makes your walls clench around nothing and your clit throb. you let him fuck himself into your mouth through his high, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as pleasure burns through every nerve and every inch of him. when he finally slumps back into his chair, breathing harshly, you pull off of his cock, wiping the mess from your chin on your sleeve. and before you can open your mouth to tease him some more, you’re pulled back onto his lap, his mouth on yours, kissing you deep. 

“this’ll have to be a secret,” he mumbles, “for both of us.” 

for someone who’s never done anything like this before, geto rids you of your clothes almost expertly, lifting your shirt over your arms and sliding your pants off in an instant. he groans when his fingers trace over your clit—which you’re happy to know he can find—and feels the wetness of your slick drooling over the fabric. 

“c’mon, suguru,” you hum, voice edging on a little impatient, “go ahead and touch a pussy for the first time.”

he huffs, yanking the fabric to the side before sinking his ring and middle fingers into you, knuckle deep as this thumb runs circles along your clit. you whine, grinding your hips down on his hand, impatiently waiting for him to move. 

“for someone who’s experienced,” he grins, “you’re awfully impatient.” 

you open your mouth to respond, but as soon as you try to retort, his fingers thrust into you, hitting the sensitive spot of your walls with ease and making you cut yourself off with a moan. he scissors his fingers, stretching you open as your head falls to his shoulder with soft whimpers, feeling him curl his digits deep into you. you whine as your clit hits over his palm, feeling the slow build up of the coil in your belly reach the snapping point.

“keep going,” you encourage, “‘m close, k-keep going—fuck, suguru!” 

“god, you’re so pretty,” he breathes, watching as your head tips back and your mouth parts with a silent sob, watching as you break—all because of him. your walls spasm around his fingers as they bully into you and ride you through your orgasm, and your lips are slightly swollen from biting on them, eyes crinkled as you screw them shut, skin damp and glistening as sweat coats your forehead. 

perfect—you look perfect, and suguru has fantasized about this image in his head for so long, he can hardly believe it’s a reality before him. 

your hands find his long hair, tugging and twisting at the strands that slip between your fingers as the last few waves of your high crash over you. 

the rest is a blur—somewhere through rough and sloppy kisses, through rolled hips and soft groans as you grind against each other, geto has managed to unclasp your bra, letting your tits bounce freely. his hands immediately cup around them, squeezing gently before his lips pull away and his eyes fall to your chest. 

“fuck, they look better in person,” he grunts, rolling his thumbs over your pebbled nipples before pinching them lightly and rolling them between his fingers. you squeal, and your cunt is dripping—smearing your slick along his bare thigh as he teases over the sensitive skin. “feels good?” he mumbles.

“so good—don’t stop,” you moan, making his breath hitch in his throat. grinning, you open your eyes, hazy with lust, meeting his own unfocused gaze, “doing so well, suguru. making me feel so good.”

geto likes praise. you can tell that much alone from his hefty list of accomplishments on his resume. he’s beaming with pride the first day your professor introduces him in class while explaining how capable he is at his young age. he does a good job of staying humble, but you never fail to notice the twinge of excitement in his eyes when he’s praised for his impressive work ethic. 

there’s no exception now either—his eyes search yours for every hint he can find that he’s doing a good job, that he’s doing well and giving you exactly what you want. you swear his cock twitches when you say the word good—and he seems to notice it too because there’s a shaky breath against your neck as he groans. 

“fuck,” he breathes, hands falling to your hips and gripping tightly, desperately, when your hand grabs his throbbing cock, still hard and leaking pre cum from the reddened tip. “want to feel you,” he groans, “please.”

it’s all it takes for you to sink down on him, forehead pressing to his as you both moan against each other’s mouths. he’s big—long and thick, curved at an angle that makes him sink against your sweet spot almost perfectly, almost like he was made for you. it’s a shame he’s your TA, a small part of you almost feels a twinge of disappointment he can’t fully be yours. 

“fuck, suguru,” you gasp, “so big, feels so good.”

he whines, helping lift your hips up and guide you down on his cock, your hips rolling against his, the sound of your moans and the slapping of skin filling up the small office. you’re sure anyone passing by could hear and figure out what’s going on—but it only thrills you more, making you slam down on him faster. 

“so tight,” he grunts, “g-god, so fucking tight, i can’t—” 

his hands are everywhere, they dig into your hips, glide up to cup your tits, and find the back of your neck to pull you close and meet your lips. he’s panting, sweat making strands of hair cling to his forehead as his skin flushes a deep shade of crimson. his hips buck up into you, meeting you halfway with desperate thrusts, trying to feel you deeper. 

your head is spinning—not just from the way his thick girth splits you open, or from the way his tip slams against your spot so perfectly, but from the way his touch seems to light your skin up with every drag of his fingertips. and then he brings one hand down between your bodies, rubbing his thumb against your clit in harsh circles. 

“are you gonna cum, suguru? cause i am,” you moan, “wanna be good and cum with me? fill me up nice and full?”

“sh-shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. he does want to fill you up—wants to cum deep into you so you’re dripping as you walk out of his office. so that when you sit in class and stare at him as he teaches class, you can’t help but think of the way he was buried to the hilt inside you just hours ago. “yeah…yeah, ‘m gonna cum. gonna fill you up, baby,” he groans, “stuff you full of my cum. want it?”

“wan’ it so bad, suguru,” you whine, “look so pretty when you cum, wanna see it again.” 

and with a few more rolls of your hips, the squelching sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you all but drowned out but your pants, you fall off the edge—geto not far behind. you can feel his cock twitch as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into you, angling his hips up to fuck it deep into your pussy. it’s a mess, your slick mixed with his seed dripping along your thighs and coating your skin, but you can’t find it in you to care. and you also can’t find it in you to care that you’ll have to leave after this and see him again as you sit through his class. and you certainly don’t have it in you to care that you could both get in serious trouble if anyone realized this was happening.

instead, you cup his cheeks with a gentleness that makes his breath hitch in his throat with a strangled whine, and you kiss him, hard and deep. 

“f-fuck, fuck—ngh, shit,” he gasps, against your mouth in labored pants. it’s never felt like this—cumming into his fist is one thing, but cumming into your tight walls, feeling them squeeze around him in sync with his high is something he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget. he thinks you’ve ruined touching himself for him, thinks he’ll never be able to go back to being fine with just his hand to keep him company when he’s aching between his legs.

after this, geto isn’t sure how he’s supposed to just forget this happened—or about you. his hands don’t stop guiding you onto his cock, hips not ceasing to fuck up into you until you’re both whimpering from sensitivity.

it’s too much—but somehow, it’ll never be enough.

you slump over him when he finally slows down to a stop, bodies a sweaty heap against each other on his chair as his arms wrap around you and his lips find your damp forehead for a soft kiss. you turn your head, pressing a kiss to his jaw in return.

“so,” you wriggle your brows, “can this count as extra credit?” you ask cheekily, feeling his chest rumble with a low chuckle as he pulls you tighter against his chest.

“sure. i’ll even give you enough extra credit opportunities to be top of the class,” he grins.

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[fourmoony]

Hey! Requesting a Remus fluff where he spots reader in the library and is completely infatuated by her. James and Sirius persuades him to go up to her and eventually builds up the courage :3

hi lovely, thank you so much for requesting! hope you enjoy :) this one realllly got away from me, but I love it sm!!! he's baby your honour...

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Sirius has his feet kicked up on the desk, his chair balancing on its hind legs and if Remus wasn't so distracted he'd probably tell him off, make up some lie about a kid he knew when he went to primary that fell and smashed his head open, caused a scene, traumatised a teacher and a classroom full of seven year olds, the paramedics ended up coming in to do a talk on classroom safety... something like that. Sirius probably wouldn't listen anyway, but at least he'd know he tried.

But he's distracted.

For once, it's not because of James' heavy handed typing as he abuses his poor laptop's keyboard, writing and erasing, writing and erasing. And it's also not because of the obnoxious groan Sirius lets out every few minutes just to make sure Remus and James know he's still there, waiting for them to be done so they can wrap up another week of uni with a few pints at the local pub.

No, today he's fully distracted by something else.

You.

It's not fair, actually. He thinks your beauty is actually hurting him, doing something funny to his heart. Can a person's beauty physically cause heart failure? Chest pains? Maybe an anxiety attack over the existential crisis he's facing knowing he'll never be able to have you? Remus doesn't know, but he thinks James would - he's the one doing his PhD, after all. Not that Remus would ever admit to finding you so breathtakingly beautiful it's causing physical pain. No, Sirius and James would never let him live that down.

So instead, he pretends to read his textbook on astro-physics, everything he's supposed to be revising going straight over his head, while stealing glances at you two tables over. You're in your own world, furiously typing into your laptop, stopping every now and then to take a sip of the comically large coffee beside you. It's midterm season, your large coffee is warranted in Remus' humble opinion. Not that you're even aware he's in solidarity of it. James would probably have some boring medical fact about coffee stunting growth and hormones or some load of bollocks similar, but he doesn't care.

Every now and then, you'll pout at your laptop screen, tilting your head to the side like whatever is on your screen has personally offended you. It makes Remus' heart slam against his rib cage in a totally annoying, embarrassing way he wishes he could make soft. He's not a creep. Really, he's not. He knows you. Somewhat. You've met a couple times when you've been chatting to Marlene - who shares a Comms class with you - either in the library or at the pub on the occasional Friday you make an appearance with your friends. It's not like he's having these weird feelings about a stranger. Well. A complete stranger. But there's just something so startling about how kissable your lips are, so soft looking and pink, and adorable in the way your head tilts like that of a confused puppy.

Your attention leaves the screen in front of you in an instant as if you can feel Remus' pining from ten feet away, eyes scanning your surroundings, and when your eyes meet his, Remus chokes on thin air. Thin fucking air. He's so shocked you've caught him, so shocked you're actually a real person he can make eye contact with and not a figment of his imagination, that he chokes, eyes widening, and looks back down to the text book in front of him. He resigns to the awful feeling of humiliation creeping up his neck, accepts the fate of his crimson red cheeks.

"Subtle." Sirius comments, a sickening smirk that Remus just knows means he's been caught graces the former Black Heir's lips and he'd rather like to kick the two back legs out from under best friend's chair now, thanks.

Even though he knows he's been caught, Remus schools his features, because he's actually very capable of that when it comes to his friends, and returns to his book, flipping the page with what he hopes is nonchalance and shrugs, "Dunno what you're on about."

Sirius scoffs obnoxiously, just like Remus knew he would, and returns his chair back to four legs with haste, arms planted on the table in front of him and a look on his face that reads 'I hate to break it to you, but you're the most obvious bloke on the planet'. "Mate, just go over and put us all out of our misery. It's painful."

"It is, mate." James mumbles agreeably, still very much engrossed in the battering of his keyboard. It's a wonder he hasn't broken the thing, Remus thinks.

Remus rolls his eyes. If only it were that simple. How could anything be that simple when you're so infuriatingly beautiful Remus doesn't think he could get two words in to a conversation with you without making a royal twat of himself.

"You make it sound so simple, Pads, truly." Remus drawls sarcastically, eyes still downcast on the book in front of him.

He hasn't read and actually processed a single sentence since he caught sight of you on arrival. He's well and truly fucked.

Sirius scrubs his hands up and down his face like Remus' hesitance is physically paining him, "C'mon, Moony. They didn't call you the Casanova of Gryffindor House for nothing, mate."

It's Remus' turn to scoff, now. He was hardly a Casanova. Just a nice bloke who girls happened to be attracted to. But that was a private boarding school where girls had no access to the outside world apart from the odd weekend at the school's nearest village. You live in a world with people disposable at your fingertips. Coffee shop baristas, classmates, the people on the commute to your classes, there's an endless opportunity for you to meet someone of interest. And how is Remus supposed to compete with that?

"Not happening. I'll suffer in silence, thanks." Remus tells Sirius, a tight lipped smile about his face that he hopes Sirius will read as the end of the conversation.

Clearly, Sirius is no better at social cues now than when Remus first met him, because his friend rolls his eyes and returns to leaning back on his chair, legs once again kicked up onto the desk, muddy boots falling on a piece of paper Remus knows he'll probably have to rewrite, now. "All I'm saying is what do you have to lose? You ask her out she says no, you go back to staring at her like a right creep from two desks over, or," He makes a flourishing movement with his hands, ever the one for dramatics, "She says yes, you bang, fall in love, get married, have kids, etcetera, etcetera."

Sirius' smile is triumphant, like he truly believes he's some sort of genius and Remus can't help the way his lips tick up in amusement. Maybe he has a point, but anxiety still claws at Remus' chest.

"He's got a point, mate," James has pushed his laptop away from himself, his circular glasses balancing haphazardly on his forehead as he rubs tiredly at his face, "Even if he didn't, I'm still begging you to go over there just to get him," he jabs a finger at Sirius, who preens proudly, "to shut up so I can get this paper finished."

Remus sighs, mulls it over in his head, an endless list of outcomes, variables, it's what his scientist mind is programmed to think like. But he gives Sirius a look, finds his best friend staring at him earnestly, and he realises that Sirius doesn't actually see it as a big joke. He truly thinks Remus should do it.

"Fine." Remus bites, taking a breath and pushing himself out of his seat.

Sirius pumps his fists in the air so violently his chair wobbles, but Remus doesn't look back. If he does, he might turn around and give up, go back to staring from afar. God, maybe he is a creep.

You're so engrossed in whatever you're working on, you don't realise Remus hovering at the seat across from you. When you do, you jump a little, and Remus opens his mouth to apologise, but you're already speaking, a wide smile gracing your lips, features completely taken over by the kindness in your eyes - you recognise him, "Remus, right? You're friends with Marls."

Remus nods, swallows the thickness in his throat. He doesn't trust himself to talk, just yet, so he's grateful when you nod your head to the seat across from you, welcoming him to sit. You half close the lid of your laptop, offering him your full attention and wait patiently for him to talk.

"How are your midterms going, by the way?" You ask when Remus finds himself unable to start a conversation.

You don't seem put off by his apparent silence, more than happy to carry the conversation if he needs. He's grateful, because your direct question has given him a reason to speak, a boundary of the things he can say. He's not worried about shouting just how beautiful he finds you for the entire campus library to hear when he has a strict criteria of answers he can give. Well. He's less worried. It's still not impossible.

"Uh, alright, thanks. You're taking Art History, right? Hows that going?" He hopes he's not misheard Marlene's brief introduction, and he knows he hasn't when you preen at his remembrance.

You nod enthusiastically, hair bouncing over your shoulders with the movement, "Yeah! It's currently kicking my arse, but I'll pull through. I imagine it's not as hard as," you pause, brows furrowing for half a second before Remus sees a lightbulb go off behind your eyes, your smile returning, along with the smooth plane of your forehead, crease gone, "Astro-physics, right?"

Remus tries not to think about the way his entire stomach knots up and threatens to give out over the fact you know what his degree is. There's every chance Marlene has told you, like she told him your degree, but he can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you'd asked about him. Instead, he smiles dutifully, even though he can feel his somewhat calm and collected exterior melting away, "Yeah, astro-physics. But I imagine they're equally challenging in different ways."

You seem to like that answer, following along and nodding amicably to show you're listening, "I suppose you're right. Although, I think you could explain it to me like a five year old, and I'd still be lost."

Remus laughs. Not at you, but at the perplexed expression on your face as you imagine such a scenario. You shake your head out, giving him your full attention again. You're so lovely. So sweet and nice and Remus feels like he might actually have a shot, if your kindness and patience so far is anything to go on.

"If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't tell you squat about the Mona Lisa." Remus shrugs.

It's your turn to laugh, your head tilting back ever so slightly as it rocks through you. The sound is like music to Remus' ears. He decides then and there he'll do anything, forever, to get you to make that sound again. He commits it to memory, allows it to warm his chest, potential heart attack be damned.

"You're cute, Remus Lupin." You're amused as you say it, eyes shining with a kind of fondness Remus allows to steal his breath.

He thinks maybe you don't mean to say it, at first, but when your gaze holds his, confident and teasing Remus knows. He just. He knows. You're into him, too. Maybe not as deep as he's into you, but the interest is there and that's all Remus cares about.

"A few of us are going to the pub in a few for some drinks, Marlene will be there. Did you maybe want to join us?" Remus asks, an uncomfortable heat in his cheeks even though he knows you're likely to say yes.

He chuckles when you pretend to think it over, pout twisting into an amused grin when you go to speak, "Sure, Remus. I'd love to."

Remus feels like he's won some sort of gold medal, maybe the lottery. He's not sure. But what he does know is that his blood is thrumming through his veins in a way it never has before with pure elation. You're grinning ear to ear, already beginning to pack up your things. He waits patiently while you do, following your lead in standing up. You round the table, closer to him, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Remus?" You ask, stepping into his space and he can smell your perfume, your shampoo, so sweet he thinks he's going to pass out.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I only have one condition."

He arches an eyebrow, urges you to go on.

"Next time, it's just us two. A proper date." You smile sweetly, completely unaware of the affect your sultry voice has on Remus' already weak knees.

His breath catches in his throat as you look up at him, your tiny hand encircling his wrist oh so carefully.

"Yeah?" His voice is gravelly, lips threatening to turn up in a wicked grin, "I'm sure we can make that happen."

Just like that, you step out of Remus' space, hand dropping his wrist and your teasing smile falling back into your soft, kind grin, "Great. I'm all yours for the rest of the night, Remus."

Remus almost groans as he leads you back over to Sirius and James, who are grinning like cheshire cats as they pack up their belongings to follow suit with you and Remus. He's met his match, he thinks. You're well and truly going to be the end of him.

Not that he cares in the slightest.

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[mixtape-0325]

Seeing Stars ★

Stray Kids: Bang Chan x Female Reader (18+)

Word count: 1.6k

Content: Dom!Chan, Sub!Reader, reader wearing a dress without panties, rough unprotected sex, exhibitionism, hairpulling, daddy kink (just once), spanking, scratchmarks, slight degrading + use of 'slut' a few times, mention of pain in verbal teasing form.

The sound of every tap of his finger on the keys of the piano made its way into your ears, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling the room in its entirety. The clicks of your high heels were still noticeable on the wooden stage below you, but the concert hall making you seem so small in comparison.

The lights were dimmed but still on, enough for you to not fear any steps, walking confidently towards your boyfriend who was playing the piano so passionately. The sounds increased in intensity, his emotions radiating off the keyboard and into the hall. As you got closer to him you stopped in your path, watching the way his body moved and his fingers glided over the dozen keys.

He finished his piece was a loud smash on the piano, an angry curse leaving his mouth before getting up from his seat, the seat moving across the wooden floor leaving a horrible noise. You gently placed a hand on one of his shoulders, his body engulfed in black clothes exactly as you knew him.

'Babe', you said strongly and confidently. Chan turned around to look at you, his chest rising and falling with rage still as he made eye contact with you.

Without warning, Chan pressed his lips against you, arms quickly wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him. His kiss was passionate, his tongue playing with yours within just a few seconds. You felt yourself melting into him, almost losing the fact that you were in a concert hall on stage right now with potentially still a few workers left in the building.

After a little while you pulled away slightly, which Chan always saw as a little moment of pause, not trying to pull you back in too quickly.

'Rough day?', you whispered against his lips. 'Not anymore', he responded quietly, his forehead pressing against you moments later.

Your breaths hit each other continuously, before he moved back just a little more to look back into your eyes. 'That’s a shame…', you responded, your hands moving to play with his shirt that fitted his body so well.

His toned chest was so clearly visible in it, his arms so defined. Chan wasted no time to place his hand on your cheek, letting his thumb slide over your lips.

'Daddy barely touched me', you continued as his playful touches on your lip increased your need for him even more. At your words, Chan pulled you closer by your waist, 'Hmm have I now?', he replied teasingly as he leans in, his lips attaching to your neck to suck little purple marks into the skin.

You could tell he was rougher than normal, his hands pressing into your hips more strongly and his bites on the verge of hurting, but being so close to him again felt so good.

'Mhm, didn’t even find out yet', you teased before letting out a small moan at another bite on purpose. His hands didn’t hesitate to move to your ass, ready to slide under your dress.

'You’re gonna regret this, baby', he whispered near your ear, his hands finally moving under the fabric of your dress as his kisses on your neck continued. His hands roughly grabbed your butt, suddenly feeling that you were in fact wearing nothing underneath it.

Chan's thoughts were racing, even more so knowing that you must have just come from work. With a swift movement he turned you two around, so you were by his piano instead, lips hungrily attaching to yours and his body pressing further into you. You could feel the effect on him, Chan's bulge rubbing against you whenever he played with your ass, causing your body to move into him.

His large hands moved from your butt to your hip bone and down to where you needed him must. The arousal quickly coating his fingers, a needy little noise slipping fast your lips at the touch.

'Fuck', he cursed, kissing you one more time before turning you around, following every need he had as it came to him. Chan pushed you forward resulting in you having to catch yourself on the piano.

'You think you can come here all dressed like a slut hm?', he said strongly not even caring about the echo in the room, his arm wrapping around your body to rub little circles on your clit. ‘Even teasing about it?’

I-', your words were interrupted by a loud spank on your butt, one of his hands hitting hard whilst the other continued to please your most sensitive little spot. 'Dare to talk to me again', Chan said strongly. Your body's response was immense, your clit throbbing in need at his rough word and touches all fuelled by the stress of his work.

'Please I-', another spank landed on your skin. You couldn't help but hum in response, the realisation of the whole scene in public only adding to both of your pleasures.

His cock was straining against his black jeans, his bulge painfully big aching for some relieve, the throbbing just too intense only adding to his rush and harshness. You could hear the noise of his sipper being pulled down, and then a louder rustling filling the hall as he let his jeans fall down to his ankles, his black boxers following seconds later.

Chan hit you again, this time a little harder to the point you let out a yelp, your body moving forward at the strength. ‘You don’t care if anyone hears you?,’ Chan spoke as he lined his cock up with your dripping entrance. All you could focus on was his length so close, so warm, no response coming out of you.

 ‘Sluts like you don’t care hm baby? You’d fuck any guy who’d walk in the door,’ he continued as the tip of his cock entered you, movements so easily but how turned on you were, and God was he hard. You could feel him so clearly, every little vein, the stretch a little painful but so hot at the same time. His length filled you up with every inch of him within seconds, not giving you much time to adjust.

‘Chan…,’ you moaned at the feeling, your core clenching on him as his hand disappeared into your hair, pulling on it to raise your head up. The action made you realise once again where you were, and how dirty and risky the whole scene was, but you had barely seen him these past months, the need for him so much bigger than the risk.

Chan’s hips started to move, his cock thrusting into you at a rough pace from the start, one hand holding onto your hips, nails digging into your skin. All while the other was still tightly wrapped around your hair, occasionally pulling when he thrusted even harder or wanted to hear even more noises from you.

Your mind was overwhelmed, so intoxicated by your boyfriend’s lust but at the same time rushing with thoughts about how maybe, just maybe, you did want someone to walk in.

Maybe you did want one of his members seeing you right now, jerking off to the sight of you and Chan. The thought increased your mood even more so, wanting Chan to use you even more roughly – to potentially please two guys even more at the same time.

‘More…,’ you whispered out of breath at the pace, your legs already starting to give out. Chan groaned at the statement, his hand leaving your hair to fall back over your dress.

'More huh? Want it to hurt baby?' He used both of his strong hands to hold onto your hips and increase the speed of his thrusts, leaving scratch marks on your sides as he occasionally lost his grip and tightened his hands back on your hips.

His thrust were much more violent, slower but rough slaps of his hips against yours filled the entire concert hall. You could feel his cock so deep, and it drove you crazy, as if your body lost control over how to relax, continuously clenching on his cock which earned you the lowest groans possible from him.

Chan didn’t need long before his hips started to become messy, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you telling you everything you needed to know. With his hand moving up your spine and holding onto your shoulder, he thrusted a few more times – even slower, but even harder.

‘Oh fuck’ he cursed releasing his big load inside of you with a loud moan, hips completely out of his rhythm. His warm cum filling you drove you right over the edge too, letting yourself go completely with loud high-pitched moans, no longer thinking about being in a public space.

Your body twitched with every wave of pleasure rushing through your body, Chan’s cock still thrusting into you a few times as you two rode out your high.

You hummed in response to him pulling out gently, feeling his cum start to drip down only seconds later. You turned around to face him, a deep kiss connecting you two, strong arms wrapping gently around your figure.

You enjoyed the warmth of his body so close to your front, playfully kissing him by running your tongue over his plump bottom lip and making kisses extra soft.

‘You should get angry more often,’ you whispered teasingly against his pink lips. Chan’s dark brown eyes started back at you intensely, mouth curved into a smirk, as if he could start all over again.

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[flwrshee]

✉️ JAKE AS YOUR BF

duo ﹒ jake x fmr genre fluff wc 05k warnings not proofread

jake will not let go of you

i say that in most hcs but jake is glued to you

my boy will get scared when you let go of his hand for a second

hugging you anytime and anywhere

he wraps his big biceps around your small figure

clinging is arms on your waist is a must

sometimes you don't know whether he is a grown man or a toddler

head pats !!

he loves loves loves to ruffle and pat your hair

your hair is so soft for him

his hands never leave your hair

while your on his lap his hands are busying playing with your hair

ruffles you hair whenever he thinks your cute (basically all the time)

especially when you come back home and run to him

hugs you and ruffles your hair

jake has pictures of you everywhere

polaroids of you and him in his room, your picture in his wallet and even a separate photo album for you on his phone

he likes staring at you

he could stare at you forever and never get bored

jake observes little habits that you have

tucking your hair behind your ear, biting your nails and even the way you eat certain foods

he watches everything

calls you baby and babe

they are classics and jake likes them

"baby, we need to buy some strawberries."

"babe, what's for dinner today?"

"baby, please put this away for me."

"babe, your new dress is gorgeous."

jake uses them so much that it feels weird when he doesn't

you think he's mad at you when he calls you 'yn'

probably isn't a spam texter

spams memes though

he thinks its so funny when you give dry texts at them back

he knows you are laughing so hard irl

lots of 'i miss you' and 'i love you' texts

just to make sure that you know he is always thinking about you

good morning and good night messages are a must

its what you wait for when you wake up and before you sleep

jake is a half and half with calling and texting

but he loves to go on call before he sleeps

sleeping with your voice in the background helps him have a good night's sleep

however he texts you really silly and goofy things

memes that make no sense, keyboard smashes and just random pictures

did you see this video 😭😨

times like that make him cuter for you

jake is a kisser, a very good one

he loves physical touch so much

he basically cannot live with out it, especially when it comes from you

kissing your lips is a very normal thing for you and jake

it happens almost every where

his lips are just so cute and plump and always in a pout

he's so kissable, how can you not steal a quick peck?

he thinks you have the prettiest lips ever

addicted to them at this point

sulks when you don't give him kisses :(

loves taking you on dates

it's his favourite thing to do with you

picnic dates and dog walking dates are his faves

layla and your dog playing around while you and jake talk about random things

what could be better lets be honest

and picnics are the best in general

you cook lots of food for him

you love seeing the smile on his face when he eats your food

and he loves eating it

makes you kiss his lips, again

yes i know i just couldn't stop myself from writing that

© flwrshee

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[chubsonthemoon]

Last Binderary book is DONE!!!! This is the incredible Maybe sprout wings, by @moorishflower.

This post is going to be a doozy, so gonna just skip straight to the cut!

INTERIOR

INTRODUCTION

I really wanted to model this bind after my own copy of the Odyssey, (which is all highlighted and bookmarked and annotated to hell from my Great Text courses in undergrad ehe, so this bind was such a fun trip down memory lane!). But beyond just the cover/general aesthetic, I also wanted to give the book a similar feel to these kinds of editions of classics--there's usually an introduction, translation notes, and other supplementary materials, right? Like, a physical manifestation of the work of many, many people, all having conversations with one another across time and space.

So that's what I did! I wrote a short introduction (I will also probably post it to my AO3/my blog as well, in the name of preservation etc. etc.) and began reaching out to folks in the fandom who I knew had created art and meta for the fic. The result? 18k words of analysis, comments, and meta, and nearly twenty pages of art!

And this is what I love most about this bind, I think! This book is the work of several people--truly a collaborative work by the fandom--all of whom I will now be shamelessly calling out below :D

CHAPTER HEADER ART

First and foremost, this book would not be what it is without the gorgeous header art by @fancy-rock-dove! Thank you so much Dove for letting include your work, and for being so supportive and kind these past few weeks about this bind <3 You in particular have contributed so much to this book (which I will be getting more into in the next section ehe), and I'm so psyched I get to hold your art and words, too!

NOTES ON THE TEXT

This section was divided into four parts: Asks and Answers, Meta, Selected Comments, and Chapter Heading Art: Process

For Asks and Answers, I trawled Heather's blog for meta she had written in response to questions and other meta about the fic. Asks came from @fancy-rock-dove, @quillingwords, @kulapti, and myself! (I THINK I got all of them--tumblr's search function is finnicky even on its best days, so so sorry if I missed something T_T) I first got hooked into reading this fic because of one of these asks, so I'm very fond of this section in particular :D

For Meta, I included two wonderful essays written by @pastrypuppy (also known as @kulapti) about Hob as an author figure and the Disrupted Fisher King narrative in MSW. Her analyses were so fascinating and I just had to include them in the book! (And thank you as well for your permission, friend!) (also hello fellow Renegade comrade 🫡)

For Selected Comments, I owe everything to (once again :3) @fancy-rock-dove, whose insights are the epitome of transformative fandom at work. I'd look for their comments after I read every chapter to see what their takes were on this or that element of the story, and every single time I would go "!!!!! I didn't even realize!!!" or "OOOOOOOH I hadn't thought of that!!" It was like being in a lecture hall and always whipping your head around when one of your classmates raised their hand, because you knew they were going to say something fascinating that you hadn't considered before.

Aside from one of my own comments, Dove's comments make up the entirety of this section (for which I owe you my life--your long-form responses to fics are a gift to this world) but GOSH was it also so much fun going through the comments section while typesetting and seeing all the keyboard smashing, yelling, and crying from the other commenters. Communal nature of storytelling and ongoing meaning-making of fanfiction, babey!

And finally for Chapter Heading Art: Process: once again Dove coming in clutch with some wonderful insights into the design of each of the chapter heading art pieces! This kind of stuff is honestly my favorite: meta about art for a fic which is, in turn, a transformation of an existing story (not even to mention that The Sandman is its own kind of fanfiction of existing mythologies and histories)--I just!! Think it's all really, really neat :'D (for more coherent/polished thoughts on this pls see my introduction asjdfkls)

ART

The art gallery!!! A million thanks to @fishfingersandscarves, @honeyseller, @jazzpsych, @doctor-rainbowfoxey, and (HI AGAIN DOVE) @fancy-rock-dove for granting me permission to include all of your beautiful pieces!

As usual for artworks in my binds, I printed each piece out on specialty photo paper to really make the colors pop, then sewed each page separately to the text block! Behold, everyone's beautiful beautiful pieces!

The art gallery also satisfies the certain "oooh shiny" part of my brain that always activates when I see pictures in a book, so am also very fond of this section :3

CONSTRUCTION

And now on to the nitty gritty stuff! I used the German Bradel binding technique again, my second time using it. Even though it's more complicated than the case bind, I really love how it gives you the full board space for the cover designs (~it's free real estate~). Keep it a secret but I kiiiiiiind of made a small goof in the last few steps (I did the turn-ins a step too early and so had to paste an extra sheet of cardstock to secure the spine to the boards, whoopsie), but it's a pretty small difference, aesthetically speaking, so it wasn't the end of the world XD

Edges are once again fake gilded, but this time I tried something new with the colors! I did two layers of acrylic paint--one watered down shade of red for the base, then one metallic gold on top of that. I really like the red/gold effect! I'll have to keep experimenting with this kind of layering:

ALSO. Y'ALL! I think I'm finally getting the hang of endbands!!! Many thanks to the folks at Renegade who hosted all the endband workshops last month--I'm still working through them, but even the few sessions I've seen have been TREMENDOUSLY helpful. I learned that tension is Very Important, as well as thread thickness, so I tried doubling my thread and keeping a Very Close Eye on how I was holding the threads while doing the beads. And behold! I still have a ways to go (and one day I would LOVE to do the fancier designs), but I'm v happy with the progress I've made so far!

And finally the covers!! ARCHIVAL MOD PODGE MY BELOVED. I printed on the same matte presentation paper that I used for the art, then did several coats of archival matte mod podge + a pass of gloss mod podge over the title strip to make it ~shiny~. Then once those had dried and I'd adhered them to the boards, I sprayed two layers of matte clear acrylic sealer (also mod podge!) to finish it off. I had some issues with the paper tearing when I handled it before it was fully dry, but luckily the blemishes were small enough that it was easy to do spot corrections with my black acrylic paint. And now I know to be more patient next time LOL

(some non-photoshoot shots that show the shine a little better!)

FINAL THOUGHTS

I had a lot of thoughts while I was binding this book--about Sandman fandom, about Dreamling fandom, about the Odyssey, about storytelling, about fanbinding, about Binderary, about Renegade, about my friends--but really what came to mind the most was gratitude!

Simply put, I'm so grateful to everyone I've met both in this fandom and throughout the years I've been active online--this is SO fun, y'all. It's so much fun to love stories together--to talk about them, to write them, and of course to bind them! I hope I've adequately conveyed that gratitude.

But of course, this book would not exist without the wonderful words of @moorishflower. Heather, thank you so, SO much for sharing your stories, thoughts, and time with us--it is always a happier, better day when I get an email notif from you and when I see you on my dash. I love your work so much, and I'm so happy I finally get to put it on my shelf! So thank you so much again, for everything <3

and OKAY THAT'S IT FROM ME FOLKS!!!!! Binderary 2023 is officially a wrap! I had SUCH a blast--will probably write up a reflection post on it uhhhh after I take a very long nap ajslkdfjslk _(:3」∠)_

all my love! <3

#the sandman #dreamling #Moorishflower #Maybe sprout wings #binderary2023 #bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #not my fic

[buckleysbitch]

Streamer!Hazel inviting her fan favorite girlfriend to play stardew valley and having to fight chat bc they keep calling her their girlfriend too

WHO TOLD YALL ABOUT MY STARDEW VALLEY ADDICTION 😭

reqs are open!!

listen to hazels spotify here ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

once you and hazel moved in together, her already chaotic streams were bombarded with curious messages about who the gorgeous girl bolting across the background was. you didn’t mind though, hazel found such confidence and joy in streaming, so you were happy to support her, even if it meant sprinting or crawling across the room to avoid making a fuss of your presence.

as you grew more and more used to hazels life being in front of the camera, you began to warm up to appearances, which to your surprise was oddly…a hit. her subscribers were obsessed with the way her girlfriend would scruff up her headset hair and the witty one liners she would shout from the kitchen when hazel would scream bloody murder at her screen.

you became a sensation, a staple of hazels streams being highlighted by the floods of comments when you would make an appearance to comment on her gaming skills while lounging in your pink chair.

she had been hyping this up all damn week. you are somewhat of a gamer yourself, just not as invested as hazel is, so she decided to revive her stardew valley farm that got her viral in the first place from screeching at the screen when she finally found the mayors ‘shorts’.

“so chat, i know i’ve been hiding who our special guest is tonight….but i think you’ll find the wait worth it!” as hazel excitedly drags your iconic pink gaming chair into frame, the chat blows up, with gay keyboard smashes galore.

HOLY SHDITNJEJWE

ITS HER

IM TOO GAY FOR THIS

you giggle from offscreen; the fact that just your chair can set them off like that is too much for you, it’s incredible and hilarious and heartwarming all at once.

“okay, okay goddamn….come on in babe.” she nods over at your chair, as you flounce over and plop in it, slipping your pink headset on.

“hi guys!”

“you wanna tell them what we’re playing?” hazel ponders.

“oh, yeah! okay guys so….drumroll my love?” you glance over at your girlfriend, who pounds on the desk. “we’re starting stardew valley tonight!”

the chat erupts.

damn, gays really do love stardew valley.

as you boot up the game, hazel scrolls through the chat, and notices a comment-

she’s our girlfriend now bestie 🤭🩷

“hey! she’s mine guys, get your own!!”

“haze, what are you talking about?”

“someone said you’re all of chats girlfriend!!”

“rightttt….okay honey.” you giggle as you click through the startup screen, creating a new save file.

“okay, so…what should our name be?”

she sniffs and gets this shit eating grin on her face, while your jaw drops realizing exactly what she’s thinking.

“you can’t say pussy hazel.”

“damn it!”

she settles on naming and modeling the character after you, but insists on taking control for the rest of the customization.

“hazel!!”

“what!!”

“you can’t say my favorite thing is ‘this strap!’”

“but it’s true!!! stop looking!!”

you sigh and turn back over to the chat, where you’re stifling back laughter over the comments.

hazel can’t handle her she’s OUR girlfriend now

OUR GIRLFRIEND FOR REAL

petition for us all to date hazels gf she needs a break 😭

“hey, what’s so funny?” she puts her hand on your back as she skims the chat. “HEY!! SHES MY GIRLFRIEND!!! MINE!!” the smile spread on her face is unlike anything you’ve ever seen from her before. she truly loves streaming, and she loves showing you off in them, but of course she’d never confess that to her subscribers.

never xoxo 💋

sorry she’s not our girlfriend

she’s our wife

“FUCK!”

this is gonna be a long night.

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