#obviously u can like one show more than the other but like. lets be serious for a second

[jjkyaoi]

helluva boss fans and hazbin hotel fans fighting about which show is better has to be the funniest shit ever. girl you apart of the same circus there is no high ground to be had

#PLEASEEE #obviously u can like one show more than the other but like. lets be serious for a second #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #stolitz #huskerdust #quit pitting two bad bitches against each other !!!!

[livelaughlovesubs]

Do you still accept a request? If yes. Then can you make an angsty one with Leviathan from WHB. Like Levi just actually threatens MC the whole time, so what would he react if MC really dying and almost die in the same way he's been threatens MC with.

Hey dear, sorry it took a while cuz I’ve been busy but here it is! Hope you like it (some of it was inspired by his bloodshed card)

Levi x reader (?)

Warning: angst, one sided crush, you die (wow)

Btw I didn’t proofread this. Sorry

[—] How dare you [———]…?

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“You, why are you here.” A sinister voice echoed through the huge halls. The pitch was deep and filled with menace, it got louder with each passing second. “Ask your subordinates, they were worried about you.” You replied. Soon the owner of that voice appeared, facing you with a nonchalant expression. It was dead silent, before you felt something tightening around your neck and pulling you into the air. “U-ugh, fuck!” A rope wrapped around your neck, tight enough for your air to be snapped off. You looked him dead in the eyes, it was always unpleasant meeting him. The male did a motion with his fingers, then the mysterious rope disappeared back to the ceiling. Your body hit the ground, loud pants and gasps followed.

It was awful how he seemed to do whatever he wanted, even if it was at the cost of another’s comfort. While you were slowly getting back onto your feet, leviathan smirked at you. His face showed a neutral expression with a hint of satisfaction flashing across his features. You wanted to hit him, but that would end in another near death experience so you ignored him. After standing up and fixing your attire, you turned around and said, “they want you to take a break. Do what you want I don’t care.” Levi glared at you when you started to walk away, “where do you think you are going?” Instead of stopping and answering him, you acted like you didn’t hear him and continued. You just wanted to get out of this suffocating situation as soon as possible.

The rope from before attacked you again, cutting off your air once more, “gaHhh..!” A chocked out groan left you, your throat hurt from all this bullshit. “I didn’t say you could leave did I?” It sounded like he was mocking you. Dear ancestor, fuck you. This was the second time already, in what, ten minutes? When you escaped the noose again you clenched your fists, mumbling under your breath, “one day you are going to be the death of me.” This time, he didn’t stop you again and let you disappear behind the doors. A gentle smile creeped onto his lips.

You despised him. Sure, the devils were all weird and unique but he was more than that. He was unreasonable and violent, not to mention arrogant. Just the thought that you had to stay in this god forsaken country for another week made your blood boil. Foras and a maid were coming to your direction, the female devil was pushing a cart decorated with various dishes. “How’s his majesty leviathan?” The pink haired male asked as soon as he noticed you. “As unbearable as ever.” You didn’t understand how or why they were this loyal to him, he didn’t hypnotise them did he? Foras obviously noticed your frustrated expression and asked you about it. “What could it be other than your king. Sigh I’ll leave first.” This wasn’t good for your health, being angry all the time.

After that encounter you made your way back to your bedroom, and the two devils went into Levi’s office. They placed down the plates, before their king came and sat down at the table. He chewed on his food, while foras was standing behind him. “Your majesty leviathan,” he began, “pardon my insolence, but may I know what you think of that human?” “They are Solomon’s descendant, there’s nothing else worth mentioning.” Levi responded with a serious expression. “I see.”

Even though hades wasn’t your favourite place, you couldn’t deny that there were nice things about it too. It was also very fun to mix in with the population and observe the habits of devils. The most eye catching part about them must be the noose they all wear. Each nation does have their own unique laws. “I wonder why they all wear a noose, is it their fashion?” You asked yourself, when suddenly someone answered you, “it’s to honour his majesty leviathan! This is a Symbole of our trust and loyalty!” Quickly you turned around, about to raise your fist to punch whoever was behind you. The sun shone onto his skin in a picture perfect way, it made his golden locks shine even more than normally.

“Barbatos?” “Oh did I surprise you? I saw you walking around so I came closer!” He smiled brightly, barbatos stood out a lot at the palace, because everyone was so gloomy while he was… dazzling, in a good and bad way. “Anyway, to answer your question, we all wear a noose for his majesty.” The man said. “So that he can chock you whenever?” You remarked, finding that purpose rather questionable. “Haha! That’s a nice touch, but it’s actually so that we are prepared for his majesty leviathans death.” “Prepared? What do you mean?” Barbatos grinned at you as he answered you once again, “if he dies, then we will die with him by hanging. All of us.”

Your eyes widened at that statement. Their loyalty was greater than what you initially thought. “All of them? Did Levi want this?” “No, it was what we agreed on when we decided to follow him.” Barbatos looked a little sad now, as if he was remembering the old days. “…his majesty leviathan is more than what meets the eye. There must be a reason after all why we follow him.” A small child ran past you, he also wore a noose. “Even children.” You whispered under your breath. This was unreasonable and crazy, to think all these people would die for him. It felt like a stone dropped onto your heart, weighting down on it.

You still didn’t like him. No questions asked. But you felt something else too, some form of respect or admiration. He alone had to shoulder the lives of so many people, it was a burden you would never take upon yourself. Those thoughts of understanding and pity for him were washed away as soon as you entered the palace. A noose like the ones you saw on the streets wrapped around your neck, strangling you. “Arghh! Fuck!” You cursed him in your mind, did he see you as a stress ball of some sort?

“You. how dare you leave without a notice.” The blond haired devil threatened, his gaze switched to barbatos who was standing beside you. In the blink of an eye, he was also hanging from the ceiling. Though compared to you, he seemed to enjoy it. “Ah-..! Your- majesty leviathan..!” “Silence, hang.” Barbatos’ red rope tightened again, any more and it would snap his neck in half. You struggled yourself, slowly feeling nauseous and dizzy when he still didn’t grant you permission to breath. “You-”

Before Levi could finish his sentence, the huge window behind him crashed down. The glass shattered and flew everywhere, Levi raised his arm to protect himself. One of the bigger glass shards cut through the rope by which you were hanging, coincidentally helping you escape. “Hah-haa..! Hah..” you gasped, desperately trying to fill your lungs with air. The noose was still around your neck, but you were in too much panic to get rid of the knot. Barbatos cut through his rope when he saw the window breaking. Foras and glasyalabolas stormed into the hall second after, along with other devils.

Angels. You heard one of them mumble. “Angels..?” Your mind was still dizzy from the lack of oxygen, with great difficulties you stood up. “Kill all the devils you can see! And that human too!” One of the white winged creatures yelled. Moments after a fight broke out, the two races were fighting and killing each other. Some of the demons died, and so did some of the angels. You stumbled a little, it was still difficult to breath with how tight the noose was, so you grabbed a glass shard laying on the ground and tried to cut it. Hurting your hand in the process. “Ugh.. bloody hell! The fuck is this?!” Somehow the rope didn’t want to be cut, the shard was covered in your blood before you made any progress.

Everything was happening so fast, you weren’t able to take in all the information yet. Your heart was pounding, working to its utmost to provide your body with the much needed oxygen. What should I do, what should I do? You asked yourself. Looking around to see if you could find a weapon. Maybe throw the shards after them? But what is you miss? Fuck fuck fuck. This is just the worst. Damn this brand of yours, this stupid thing Gabriel left you with.

Levi and the others were killing one angel after another, bloody feathers flew around the hall. Suddenly you saw an angel sneaking up to Levi, without thinking about it, you ran towards the creature, pushing it away. This action shocked the male. He kept a calm but furious face the entire time, but now he had a shocked expression. “What are you doing?! Get out of my way, I can handle it myself.” Wow, so much for a thanks. You were still panting, running like that with limited air was too much. “You are useless in this battle, go hide in that room, I’ll clear the way.” He shouted at you, well, he wasn’t wrong, you really couldn’t do anything. Even if it left a bitter taste admitting it.

Just as you got up and prepared to run, one of the angels grabbed the end of the noose and flew into the air. Once again you were being tossed around like some toy. “Ugh!!” Levi reached out to you, but instead you kicked him away. “You! Why did you do that you dumbass!” He took a few steps back, and a sword landed right in front of him. “Don’t you- dare die! I don’t like you Levi, but if you die, I’ll fucking hate you. I’ll curse your soul! Ughh!!” You didn’t get to talk much when an angel with a scar interrupted you, “Tsk, you annoying pest!” He was the one who threw the blade. Afterwards he screamed to his colleague, “kill that human! They have the brand of sir Gabriel!” And with that, you were hanging from the ceiling. The angel who carried you whispered, “please don’t struggle too much.. I’m not that strong.” What a dumbass, as if you’d listen. You trashed around as much as you could, the high was scaring you but angels were scarier.

Now everyone was panicking. The devils because you were on the verge of dying, the angels cuz they were losing their numbers, and you because your consciousness was fading away. Is this the end? Really? Dying in a dishonourable way like this? Suddenly you saw black, only darkness was before your eyes. Haha.. to think you will die while protecting that asshole. Fate truly is unpredictable.

“Save [——] first!” “How [———] you!” “[———] y/n!!” Seems like the battle wasn’t over yet, but you could really understand anything they were saying. Only bits of their conversation was reaching you. You wanted to yell it to him, though it was impossible in your condition. Instead of shouting you whispered with your last breath, “Levi, don’t you dare die, I’ll strangle you if you do.” “Hmm?” Your enemy listened to your words, getting distracted by them for a bit. During that short vulnerable moment, Levi attacked his wings, causing him to crash to the ground. “You worthless insect..” Foras called out to Levi right before he could kill that angel, saying, “your majesty! Solomon’s descendant.. they are dead.”

He froze. What. Dead? You humans really are weak, so breakable and weak. Dead. Dead, just to save him, again. “You! What were their last words?!” Those words were directed to the half dead thing on the ground. The devil turned his head around and stepped onto his half dead corpse. With how much blood he lost, it was only a matter of time before he finally dies. “You better open your mouth, it’s a warning.” Levi demanded, ready to heal and then torture him. “…don’t die- hu.. or they will strangle you.” That angel murmured in his last breath, then he got stabbed by glasyalabolas. The expression on Levi’s face was indescribable. Shock, anger and grief all mixed together until it was a perfect blend. What he experienced in that moment was something worse than when he escaped heaven. Once again he wasn’t strong enough to protect anyone. Once again he still needed others, who are weaker, to sacrifice their lives for him. He didn’t change, nothing changed, not in all these centuries. Was this perhaps his fate as a king? Hah… if only he wasn’t born ‘special’. It’s suffocating.

Barbatos was the one to break the silence first, clearly worried for his king, “your majesty-” “and that because of the noose?” The devil with the deer horns talked to himself while leaving his subjects in confusion. “They died, by my hands.” He said sternly. “Because of me, again. Again again again. How often does fate want to repeat itself?” This time Foras opened his mouth first, “it isn’t your fault, your majesty-” horror washed over his attendants as tentacles and an ominous aura emerged from leviathan, was the palace going to break again was what they thought, but that idea quickly vanished when Levi turned around. “It feels like I just escaped that place yesterday. When I still wasn’t ‘leviathan’, but devil number 89. Ah. My eyes hurt.” It was the first time they saw their dear king cry.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad levi #whb levi #leviathan whb #leviathan what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #foras whb #whb foras #whb angst #whb barbatos #whb glasyalabolas

[turtledovenycx]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 (L.K)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

INSPIRED BY THIS LINK

a/n: A short drabble...

Basically, Minho giving the crazy eyes and killer smile in two very hot scenarios

Him giving you 

His eyes are so expressive in contrast to his neutral face. Minho will give you a crazy expression, probably when you are bratty and not listening to him.

I mean back talking to him, being feisty - hard bratty. It triggers his dominant side, but he holds it in the whole, sometimes sending you subtle glares or sighing loudly but not bothering to react.... until you stop him from touching you. Minho finds you cute when you decided to play with fire, he placed his hand on your body, your waist, your ass but you shrugged it off. He again holds you in a tighter grip and you push him away giggling, oh you're enjoying this weren't you?

It’s all fun and games right? until he pulled you closer for you to dodge his kiss and push him away a bit hard, sending him reeling back.

Minho took a few steps back, his head hung low and the air in the room turned serious. Your smile fades as you see his crazy eyes expressions a killer smile head titled. 

“You wanna play kitten?” he asks lowly moving closer to you.

"what's wrong now, don't wanna talk anymore?" he kept his tone sweet, his steps sinister as he cornered you in the kitchen, your back hitting the island and his arms caging you in. he caught your wrists in a tight grip and held them behind you.

"I could handle your chatter and your mischief but not letting me touch you baby? I think my kitten needs to be reminded who she belongs to. Isn't it?"

Him giving someone else 

This is more of a crazy glare like he ain’t playing.

The two of you are out and probably at the club. The dance floor is getting crowded and crowded as more and more drunks come onto the floor. You were pressed so close to Minho that the two of you could feel the vibrations of the bass coursing through each other.

He leaves for a bit just to get a drink to take a wee, you decide to wait for him away from the crowd when two guys in front of you try to initiate a conversation. The guy was being all weird and asking some questions like 'You here alone?' 'Wanna join us ?' even when you had made it clear you were not interested. All the alarm signals go off as the dude extends his arm to brush yours and you move away, secretly praying Minho comes back quick not wanting to make a scene. 'Join us, baby. We could show you how to party.' the guy and his friend laughed like that was the suave move of the era.

“Really? Well, I love to party?” You breathe a sigh of relief as you recognize your boyfriend's teasing tone and see Minho standing behind you, The guy is confused,

“Who are you?” 

You jump in “My boyfriend.” 

The weirdo goes “Him?” As if he was better.

“Why? You don’t think I’m good enough? Trust me, I can treat you well if I wanted to baby boy ;)" you snorted a little at that. Minho flirts with creeps in a way that they feel vulnerable and it really was the funniest shit to see them squirm uncomfy for once.

The other guy is obviously offended and squares up to Minho.

"What did you say?" But he is shorter, so Minho just smiles head tilted all menacing. *insert the crazy eyes*

Minho stares him down before whispering "Let me be clear I don’t wanna cause a scene in here. So why don’t you and your friend here go find something better to do than bothering women in relationships.” 

“Relax man... I was only playing. you can have her." the guy says straightening his jacket and back off.

"I don't need to have her, She is mine." Minho places his hand firmly on your hips the butterflies fluttering in your tummy. you love it when he gets all possessive the reason you did not intervene.

Walking out of there one of his arm possessively on you, you know what happens when u reach home 😏

a/n: @noellllslut was too inspired (if you know what I mean) so we discussed and I put this together <33

#skz x reader #kpop #skz smut #lee know smut #skz minho #stray kids #minho smut #lee know x reader #nyx writings.☽༊˚ #kpop fanfic #skz #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #stray kids minho #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #nyx rambles.☽༊˚

[snickerdoodlles]

I was gonna ask you for ☕☕☕ on Kim characterisations but I know that could put you at risk of assassination 💀 so free choice! Any ☕ on anything you need to get off your chest - I love u

😂 it is a choose violence game, let's play with fire 🔥 three Kim characterizations i don't much care for:

writing Kim as really old

like. hmmmm. i feel like a lot of fic out there is just really bad at characterizing young 20 yos, there are a lot of stories that write Kim's vibes like he's 38 yo or something. it's. bizarre. 21/22 yo is still so young. there's still so much uncertainty at that age and so much self-discovery to come. i've complained about this before so i don't want to just rehash that but. yeesh. some people really kinda suck at writing "kid in college" aged characters.

not letting Kim be playful

honestly, this one kinda follows on the previous point? there's a very annoying trend of writing ~older~ characters as only ever very serious. and like, aside from the irritation at the way people are really bad at early 20s vibes, people never outgrow playfulness. in canon, i'm pointing to Porsche trapping Kinn under the sheets and farting or them huffing their morning breaths in each other's faces (i love u canon ❤). but people still do ridiculous shit at 40/50/60/70/80/ALL THE AGES too. 40yo sisters who greet each other by punching the other in the boob. the 60yo neighbor who tells me my shoelaces are untied every time he sees me in sandals. the 50yo uncle who flicks popcorn in the mouths of anyone who falls asleep during movie night. there's no age limit to this sort of thing!

but while some of the ultra seriousness seems to be a weird age thing, it's like people also missed that Kim is playful? he's very intense when he's in mafia business mode and he's a nightmare to the guards (❤), but he plays along with Khun. he teases Chay. he has a good rapport with other university students. he can be more lowkey playful than others, but Kim's not made of stone, he has his fun too.

Wik being a burden on Kim

this one starts running into differences in headcanon-- like personally, i'm looking for fics where Wik is Kim's home. i've cried about this elsewhere so i'll keep it short, but Wik is the life Kim poured blood, sweat, and tears into to build up brick by brick. Wik is the life Kim wants, it's the parts of him he thinks are the best of him. i actually make the MC of the ep4 university one of Kim's best friends (i call him Green), and one of my favorite headcanons i've come up with for them is that everyone thinks Green twists Kim's arm into doing outreach events, but actually Green is Kim's connection to university news because he loves doing them but never knows who to ask. Kim desperately wants to be a source of good inspiration to others and have purpose outside of violence, and Wik is his way of doing that. Wik is not a burden on Kim (in fact, i'd argue Kim all but said he is a burden on Wik, but i digress).

so, that's my personal preference for Kim's relationship with Wik, but obviously not everyone's going to have the same characterization and that's cool. where i start to get annoyed is when people write him as very...hmm. dismissive? of it. or otherwise seems like he doesn't like any aspect of it. i straight up back click on any fic that has Kim fuck up the name of some popular musician. this is not a specific call out, but for example-- i remember reading something where there was this offhand line of Kim being like "and there's a request for a show with some other musician, wangson jack?" and just. no. back click, goodbye, nope. shit like that really starts to bug me. some of it is personal irritation at how awful a lot of english speakers are towards asian artists (which like. random fandom people are not at fault for the crimes of USamerican music reporters. but maybe consider that until people overall are less shitty and dismissive towards them, one off lines referencing real life musicians like this are better off deleted). but over all i just...really, really dislike disrespectful attitudes like that (esp for something related to the arts) and i don't want to read them in my favorite character. Kim is pursuing a career in the music industry for himself--Kim being, u know, Kim, he's going to take it very seriously and with that, also hold a lot of respect towards his fellow musicians generally speaking. at the very least, he's going to be cordial and pleasant with them because no one likes working with an asshole and Kim is trying to keep his mafia bullshit far away from his Wik goals. not everyone's going to have the same characterization headcanons i do for how much i think Kim would pour himself into music and love it, but i really don't vibe with any take where Wik is a burden on or a drag for Kim.

and a bonus ☕ because i luv u too anon: anything where Kim doesn't love his brothers or sees them as actual competition instead of the ones he wants to protect the most. this is not a surprise to anyone here, u all know how much i love brothers, but i've noticed that fandom gets kinda caught up in the chess metaphors sometimes. and to that i say: 1. Terry Pratchett yall: sin is when you treat people like things. 2. Terry Pratchett again: chess is a stupid ass metaphor for real life. 3. kp canon agrees with that. Korn is shit at playing chess. (the fucking. ep1 game. omfg. Chan is all but eating his pieces to let Korn win. i'm still howling over the scholars mate in ep5.) Korn is noticeably shit at all his hobbies that are metaphors for controlling people. which is the point! the boys fail every time they try to play his games, because you cannot play people like you would a game. every triumph is rooted in overturning the game board completely.

[ send a ☕, get a bitchy* fic opinion ]

*personal preference related, we’re not here to be mean

#thank u anon this was fun 😂 #kinnporsche #tea asks

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

would u possibly do a nsfw alphabet for Brian 🫣🫣 I love ur writing thank you !!

Of course love! I have to do one for everyone right? 🥰

BRIAN/HOODIE NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

I don’t feel like there’s much aftercare with Brian, honestly y’all probably just doze off since the sex was so damn demanding. If there was aftercare it would probably be something like cleaning you up if you’re super messy and getting you something to drink before you two fell asleep

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

boobz. He loves your fucking tits it’s crazy. Please let him rest his head 🙏🏻

On him though it’s probably his chest/abs. He’s TONED, not like super buff but definitely one of the most muscular looking creeps. And he’s damn proud of it. As he should be of course! So run your hands down his chest and his abs and he’ll be one happy man

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Literally anywhere you want him to, he will. Prefers in your mouth or on your face, but your boobs are just as good. But if neither of those are an option with you, just let him know and he’ll be flexible

D - Dirty Secret (dirty secret of theirs)

Tapes you even when he says he won’t. This man’s got secret cameras and you’d be stupid to think he doesn’t. Records every fuck when it’s in his room. He has HOURS of recordings

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He’s experienced for sure, he went to college so he’s definitely got a good amount of bodies. I feel like he’s a player too so that certainly doesn’t help 💀

F - Favorite Position

Missionary honestly. He’s boring like that but he makes it GOOD. Loves seeing your expressions when he’s fucking you just the right way.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous etc?)

He’ll crack some jokes and tease a little but nothing super goofy you know? It’s all just to make you comfortable! If that’s not your thing then he’ll totally adjust too

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

So well groomed it’s crazy. He actually likes taking care of himself so it’s almost like a priority. Can definitely shave his hair into shapes n shit

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

He loves you and it shows. More than not he has his mask half on but you can still tell that he treats you with the most care in the world. He’s sweet and loves to praise if that’s what you’re into

J- Jack Off (how often do they?)

He’s casual about it, it’s more of like a morning wood kind of thing. He thinks it’s the best way to start your day. So you can usually find him slowly jerking it in the morning after he wakes up. He likes to take his time with it too. Groans your name as he does

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves filming. That’s no surprise obviously but I mean he has a fucking tripod and probably multiple cameras so he can get multiple angles. He’ll go back and watch those when he jerks off too

L - Location (favorite places to do it)

His bed 100%. It’s the most comfortable for him and it just feels right. If he’s really feeling it he might fuck you against a wall somewhere or on the kitchen counter but not much more than that

M - Motivation (what gets them going?)

He’s kinda the same way as Masky, he likes it when you’re kind to others since it’s so contrasting to everyone else. But he especially loves it when you’re doing domestic things. Cooking, cleaning, you know the works. Would love it if you dressed up like a housewife too

N - NO (something they won't do)

Honestly there’s not anything he won’t do… 😬

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving of course. He’d love it if you woke him up with head. But if he’s going down on you he’s damn good with it. All that experience adds up you know ;]

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Always depends on how he’s feeling. Some days it’s fast and rough while some it’s slow and gentle. You’ll usually be able to tell what kind of mood he’s in so you know what you’re getting yourself into.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his thing. He never lets himself get that horny where he just needs to have you no matter where you are. But if you’re absolutely invested in a quickie, it’s hard for him to say no to you.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment, take risks, etc.)

Not a risky guy when it comes to location but every other risk he’s down for. Weapon play, breeding, any of it he’ll do.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for?)

Probably around 5-7. He has a pretty high stamina but obviously he can’t last forever.

T - Toys (do they own toys? use them on themselves or their partner?)

Maybe a vibrator for you and some nipple clamps but nothing else. They’re strictly for you too. Don’t think about using them on him, he’s not a sub at all

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Not much when it comes to like orgasm denial, but verbally? Oh he loves it. He loves the way his southern drawl only adds to the effect it has on you, the way it noticeably makes your pussy wetter.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what noises do they make?)

Soft moaner if you’re super lucky but for the most part he’s a deep groaner/ heavy breather. Not loud at all but it’s loud enough to hit you right in your core

W - Wild Card (random headcannon)

Loves gunplay. Like I mean loves. The way your tears just stream down your face when he holds it to your temple, or when he slaps your pussy with the cold metal? It’s absolutely addicting to him. Sometimes it’s actually loaded and sometimes it’s not, you get to guess every time

X - XRay (lets see what's going on inside those pants)

Probably 6.5 - 7 ish inches, it’s veiny too! Not super girthy like Tim but he’s got some meat to it 😉

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, he enjoys getting off and using sex as an outlet.

Z - ZZZ... (how quickly they fall asleep after)

Super quickly! But he’ll force himself awake if you’re not sleeping. His eyes will be wide open until you’re peacefully sleeping beside him.

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta requests #hoodie headcanons #hoodie #hoodie marble hornets #brian thomas #brian thomas headcannons #anon request #request #marble hornets headcanons #asks open

[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

this might be a little confusing

But could u do a chris smut where his gf is always preaching that she’s the dom in their relationship (she calls the shots, she’s stronger, her way, etc.) but it’s only cus he lets her n she just pushes the jokes too far so he just shows her he’s really in charge

Yes absolutely 🤭

Chris x reader

TW: smut 🤭, uhhh language, a wee bit of humiliation cause of pride/ego 🫶

Nick and I sit in the back seat of the car. Chris is in the passenger seat, and Matt is driving like always. We're making jokes and playing around, just generally having a good time. Everything is fine. Well, everything was fine.

"Chris give me that!" I say and grab his drink from him. I take several sips.

"No." He whined, drawing out the word. I take one last big gulp before giving it back to him. He was in a sour mood for the remainder of the car ride.

"Goddamn, you two dumb fucks. Now I have to piece together a video." Nick says. I feel bad for making editing harder on him. I can tell Matt is stressed from the way he grips the steering wheel. The ride home is silent.

By the time we get home, Chris has calmed down a good bit. Matt seems to be less anxious about the whole situation, Nick is still annoyed about more editing on his part though. I can't really blame him.

"Sorry Nick. I didn't mean to make editing harder for you." I say, looking down. He sighs.

"I'm not mad. I'm just tired and I know I won't get to sleep until later because of the extra editing." I nod understandingly.

"I'm still sorry." He nods and pushes my shoulder. His way of saying forget it. We get back to the house. Nick heads up to his room to edit in peace.

"I'm going to my room, probably for the night. I don't know." Matt says. He's obviously still anxious from the drive, stressed from me and Chris and Nick. I give him a quick hug.

"Don't feel pressured to come out, okay?" He nods before heading to his room. Now it's just me and Chris.

"You can apologize to everyone else?" Chris huffs.

"What?"

"You took my drink and drank the rest of it. Yet you can apologize to everyone else. Everyone but me." I get the feeling he's upset about more than just the drink. I've spent the whole day egging him on, teasing him, bossing him around. He hasn't said anything about it though.

"Well I'm sorry." He groans.

"It doesn't count now. You're only saying it because I complained."

"No, Chris. I am sorry." He doesn't say anything. I don't have anything else to add. We stand in silence for a few minutes. I pull my phone from my pocket to go on TikTok for a bit.

I unlock my phone, Chris snatches it. "Hey!" I raise my voice slightly. "Give it back. Right now." I hold my hand out.

"No. I'm tired of you bossing me around. You act like you're so bad and tough, but you aren't. You only tell me what to do because I allow it." I jump and try to grab my phone, but it's just out of my reach. His finger is scarily close to a couple apps I would die if he found. I need my phone back.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Just give it back."

"Beg for it." His face is dead serious, not an ounce of amusement.

"What? No. I'm not going to beg." I cross my arms. He steps closer, I take a step back. We do this dance until my back hits the edge of the counter. Shit. He slides my phone into the cabinet above me, far out of my reach.

"If you want it back, you're going to beg me for it."

"I'm not going to beg!" He lifts me onto the counter. His body is pressed between my thighs. I try to push him away, but in one quick movement, he has both of my hands caught in one of his.

"I let you think you're stronger than me. I let you win arguments. I'm fucking tired of it." His other hand is on the small of my back, dragging me closer. "Fucking beg."

I squirm round, but can't break free. Between the proximity and the squirming, I can feel something warm and hard pressed against my thigh.

"Come on baby. I know you're hard. Let me take care of you. You can just sit there and be good, and I'll-" He cuts me off.

"Beg for my fucking cock." This is new. "Be a good little play thing, and beg for me. You've made me beg, it's payback time." I started at him. He leans in, as though going for a kiss. He pauses right before he gets to my lips. "Beg for me to kiss you. To touch you. For anything. Or I'll leave your phone up there, and you, soaking wet, on the counter."

"P-please Chris. Kiss me. I need you." I feel pathetic and my face is burning. He groans and leans in, closing the gap. The kiss is intense and satisfying.

"Good play thing." I feel myself throb. "I'm going to have my head buried between those pretty thighs, and then when you're soft and shaky from your orgasm, I'm going to fuck you on the counter." He looks at me, expecting, waiting. I gulp.

"Please Chris. Please do what you want. Please, please, I need it. Please." Tears have welled up in my eyes from the sheer embarrassment I feel. He tips his head back and moans softly, his free hand gripping his dick through his pants.

He pulls me closer to the edge and flips my skirt up. He pulls my underwear off after teasing me for a moment. "Fuck, do it again. Beg for me again."

"Please Chris. Please I need your mouth on me so bad. Please." He gives in. My hands are free now, so I lace them into his hair, just to have something to hold. It doesn't take long, him working his tongue and his fingers deep inside me. It's probably 15 minutes and then I'm cumming all over his face. He groans against me, sending shocks of 'too much, so good' through my body.

He pulls away, laying his head on my thigh and panting. After a minute, he stands up fully and flips me over. I can feel the head of his cock line up with me. He teases a few times before finally sinking into me.

His hands come up to lace around my tits, playing with and kneading them. He's fucking into me hard and I'm already feeling the overstimulation kick in. My legs start to shake, as do my arms. My arms give out, instead I lay my head on them.

"Fuck ma. You feel so good, my perfect fucking fit. We're fucking made for my cock. Shit, I love you." He pulls my body into his, pressing my back against his chest. "Brace your legs on the counter, baby."

He lends some help, and it completely changes the angle. He's pounding my walls and I'm struggling to stay relatively quiet.

"Fuck ma." He holds one tit in his hand, toying with it, his other hand toying with my clit. "Gonna cum soon. Gonna fill you up." He fucks faster into me. I'm reaching my own high, but he finds his first. As he's finishing, I find the end of my rope, my walls squeezing around him, milking him for all his worth.

"Fuck. Chris- fuck." I grip his arms until my orgasm finishes out.

"I love you." He pulls me into his arms. "Let's go take a shower, pretty." He grabs my phone from the cabinet and carries me down to his room.

"I love you more." I nuzzle against his neck.

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more eddie smut pls and make it spicy. do wtv you want go wild idc 😩🤭

u guys, bear with me, this is me trying something new. hope u enjoy!!!!!

Warnings: ....smut

NSFW alphabet

A- aftercare (what they're like after sex) :

•You guys... this man is the sleepiest after sex.

•He gets clingy, cuddly and all in between.

•If things weren't too messy, he'll just pull you into his embrace and you both will fall asleep to each other's heart beat.

•Now if it was intense... he'll make sure you're okay. Run you a bath, get food and water for you, help you clean yourself up. A gentleman.

B- body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):

•He loves you whole tbh

•BUT if he had to pick one thing it would be your thighs.

•why, you wonder? they're just multifunctional. he loves biting them, he loves kissing them, he loves laying on them, he loves seeing them wrapped around his head.

•The man can't get enough.

•Now, his favorite body part would have to be his arms

•He doesn't really know why, but you seem to love them so he does, too.

C- cum (anything to do with cum, basically....cause we nasty):

•He's a responsible man

•That being said, he'd probably pull out most of the times.

•He LOVES, and i mean *goes absolutely feral* type of love, seeing his cum all over your stomach.

D- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

•This man LOVES the risk and thrill

•...That being said, he would love to fuck you publicly, just so everyone could see who you belonged to.

•He is a tad possessive and jealous, what can I say?

•BUT, considering the above he also would never like anyone to see his girl like that, that state of yours is reserved for himself only.

E- experience (how experienced are they? do they now what they're doing?)

•This is a rockstar we're talking about...c'mon

•He has had his one night stands with several groupies, obviously.

•But it is different with you.

•Groupies were just sex, you aren't just sex. He loves you and he intends on demonstrating it in every way.

•So he does know his way around sex, but he is still learning how to put love into it. And you're more than happy to help.

F- favorite position (this goes without saying):

•He needs to see your face, 100%.

•Kinda basic, but missionary. Again, he loves seeing your face react to his dick reaching far inside you.

•Also, I feel he'd love fucking you in front of a mirror, because he is a little ass that would love for you to watch how your body reacts to him.

G- goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous?):

•I don't see him as the type to laugh or crack jokes in the middle of sex.

•He is pretty focused on you all the time, so anything funny or embarrassing that might happen will totally be drowned by his intoxication purely on the moment.

•He does enjoy teasing you, tho. I feel he'd laugh out of amusement to you, only.

•Not in a making fun of you manner, ofc. But in a cocky manner, because he is a cocky person, let's accept it.

H- hair (how well groomed are they?):

•He has always trimmed it, and he always will.

•It bothers him, and he's sure it makes your experience a hundred time better as it is, so he never let's it get too long.

I- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspects...):

•Like I mentioned before, he loves to show his love for you through everything. Including sex.

•It doesn't matter how or where it is, he likes to make sure you feel good and loved.

J- jack off (masturbation headcanon):

•He doesn't feels like he needs it. He used to do it more often before you guys got together, but now you are more than enough.

•He might do it once in a while if you two are apart.

•OR sometimes you will be living life around the house and he'll just get horny out of nowhere because he loves you that much, and then he'll be embarrassed to admit it or just knows that you're not in the mood, so he'll sort himself out.

K- kink (one or more of their kinks):

•He absolutely adores and need praising in your sex life. Both giving and receiving.

•Again, he loves teasing the shit out of you, specially when you're having a shy day.

•Leaves marks all over your body just so everyone knows who you belong to.

•AND (he's yet to bring this one up) but he would love to see you tied to his bed. He is scared he'll freak you out, so he just keeps this one to himself.

L- location (favorite places to do it):

•The bed, cause he's s basic king.

•But he's up to fucking you anywhere, tbh

•The bus tour, backstage, against a random wall, the studio, a random party's bathroom, etc.

M- motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

•Again, you could be doing literally anything around anywhere and he will get horny all of the sudden.

•You are just to perfect for him not to.

•He does love to see you cheer for him like a fan during the shows. He is kinda narcissistic and loves to see you scream his name alongside the fangirls in the crowd.

•He also gets turned on whenever you show him how bad you want him. When you get needy and whiny for his attention, that just does it for him.

N- NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs):

•Sharing. He would never. He is only yours and you are only his, and sharing your or his body wouldn't feel right.

•Hurting you. Even tho he can get a little kinky and aggressive when pushed enough, he will stop everything if your face or body show any signs of discomfort. Doesn't matter if you reassure you're fine, he isn't having it. It just doesn't work for him, and it is not something he would ever feel comfortable doing.

O- oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

•Honestly? No preference.

•He loves to see you in front of him, on your needs, ready to take him in. The way your moans come out muffled because his cock is stuffing your mouth, or how you are so eager to satisfy him.

•But, he also loves to feels your thighs squeezing against his head out of pure pleasure. His name falling from your lips and your hand grabbing his hair only to push him deeper inside you.

P- pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?):

•Really depends on the mood.

•If tou two have been teasing each other all night, he'll make sure to satisfy quickly and several times. Doesn't even let you have a rest before he's attacking your sore pussy again and again.

•Now, if he's been missing you or just wants to feel you, he will take his time. He makes sure you feel loved and satisfied, caring for every inch of your body.

Q- quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than sex, how often, etc.):

•Lowkey loves them.

•He knows neither of you have a lot of proper time very often, so he'll take any opportunity with you.

R- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

•He's willing to try out anything you want.

•Unless it involves anything painful for any of you two, because he doesn't feel okay with that.

S- stamina (how many round can they go for, how long do they last):

•He either goes many rounds, short duration;

•or two looooooong rounds.

•Depends on the mood.

T- toy (do they own any? do they use them?):

•(Did they even had toys back then? idk)

•Anyways, he doesn't own any, he doesn't use any. It's probably something he wouldn't think of using, ever.

•He just feels better when it's him that makes you cum over and over again.

U- unfair (how much do they like to tease):

•He ADORES good teasing sex.

•Lives to see you underneath him, all flustered and begging for him to give you something, anything.

•Knows exactly what and how to tease you, he has mastered this art.

V- volume (how loud are they? what sounds they make?):

•The man is moaning and grunting like his life depended on it.

•He is not afraid of being loud. Like, at all.

W- wild card (random headcanon for the character):

•He loves seeing you undress for him. Don't get me wrong, he likes taking your clothes off your body...

•but there is just something about you stripping naked in front of him, about not having to do anything but watch you.

X- x-ray (let's see what's going on inside those pants, pictures or words):

•Thicker than he is longer, good 7 inches.

Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

•He is ALWAYS down to fuck. Or make love, whatever you want.

•It is always somewhere in his mind, the man is obsessed with you and every inch of your body.

Z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

•Doesn't take long at all. He can be gone after 10 minutes, easily.

•Still, he waits for you to he asleep first, only wanting you to be comfortable and resting before he sleeps himself.

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Hiro affection headcannons

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

Knowing how hiro is , it’d be best to assume the ways he tends to show affection aren’t all that romantic at first glance

He gets so awkward whenever you give the slight implication that something is romantic

So, the only way he can properly function is if his actions are under the guise of being funny or just him joking around

So more often than not you and hiro will be bickering about whatever and honestly at each others throats 😭

Hiro will go AT you

He’s merciless with his insults and despite how horrible and childish they are he’s proud nonetheless

Ofc it’s mutual and always done if the other is comfortable

However, if you were to ever want to do anything that inherently romantic hiro won’t be completely opposed, but it’ll take him some time

You’d be the one that would have to take the initiative and go out of your way to romance him

You can usually tell when he’s taken off guard, especially with how he’d stiffen up and try his best to face away from you

I mean you can obviously tell how red his face is but if anything, he’s doing it to save face and not end up being teased by you once he gets his confidence back 😭

On the more serious note, he knows how frustrating it must be if you ever want to hug or kiss or even just hold his hand.

He knows how difficult he can be but it’s honestly just difficult for him to express affection especially if that affection is towards someone who is his s/o

Now that we’ve established that hiro is a bundle of nerves let’s get onto the actual acts

So when you decided to hug hiro it wasn’t exactly a conscious decision

It was sorta in the moment and you’d only have realized because of how hiros face and body language told you everything you needed to know

+ his voice crack when he tried to speak 🤭

Well onto to the actual acts-

When you initially held hiros hand it was more spontaneous than anything 😭

It’s honestly nerve wrecking and before you could even do anything it was hiro who did it first

You looked towards your hands and his was clasped over yours

It was more than awkward but you could tell it took everything out of hiro

It was best to assume it was because he felt guilty for making it seem like he didn’t really care

Either way it wasn’t like you could tell him anything since he ended up freaking out after 6 seconds and wiping his hand , saying that they were “too sweaty”

Which was probably the case too

If you ever hold hiro hostage and try to hold his hands for a good time, he’ll let you but don’t expect hiro to say anything

He doesn’t trust his voice

What’s worse than the state he’s already in? Is that fact you shove it in his face and make him feel even worse 😭

With all relationships y’all are likely to kiss

And for hiros case it was not only his first kiss with you but just in general

The first few times you try to initiate a kiss he’ll totally freak and bail

I mean you can ofc tease him and he’ll be at your mercy-

But it’s just best to give him some space

It’s only like a few months later that the both of you are chilling and you decide to kiss him

You’d probably be in his lab or room and once you kiss him he’d reciprocate

But once the kiss ends he’s having a mini panic attack and totally freaks out internally, if it isn’t already physically visible

He’d probs trip in the process of yeeting himself away from you afterwards 🧍‍♀️

And if you’re in his room in the scenario then this would alert Baymax, worst? Cass

Either way Baymax is totally there to make it even more embarrassing and awkward for hiro by pointing out your heart rates

If you make a habit at hugging, holding his hand or even just kissing his cheek then you’d have to give him a moment 😭

He won’t push u away tho

Luckily these moments are basically free times for you to tease and absolutely make fun of him 😼

Yknow, In the case this degenerate decides to poke fun at you

When they go low, I go lower

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Could you write some commander fox smut with 7 from your prompt list? Love you work

A/N: thank you so much for the request bby <33 I loved that prompt and I was hoping someone would choose it!! Also love my boy Fox so the combination was perfect.

Hope this is to your liking!!❤️❤️

18+ CONTENT

Commander Fox x reader Summary: Fox is starting to get tired of seeing you get brought in by the Guard, so he decides to try a... different approach Word count: 3,3k of filth C/W: porn with some plot, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex (pls don't be stupid irl), use of binders, creampie let me know if i forgot anything <3

Prompt: "Does it make you nervous when I stare?"

prompt list my masterlist

Smut under the cut, minors DNI

You weren't a bad person. Not really. You just had a knack for getting into trouble.

Born and raised in the lower levels of Coruscant, the itch for theft was basically built into your DNA. And you'd be damned if you weren't going to scratch it. 

Nothing too serious, of course; just petty theft. Pickpocketing a few stupid richies every now and then.

After all, they had more than enough to spare, and you would put the extra credits to much better use. Plus, it was an odd satisfaction to get back at the more privileged.

Unfortunately, the Coruscant Guard didn't share your view on the subject, specifically a certain commander of the guard. And that’s the reason why you're sitting in this miserable room for what feels like the fifth time in the last month alone.

The interrogation room was built to intimidate, with only one lone bright light shining directly on the metal table and cameras in all four corners of the room, all of them directed at you.

And the worst part, the big, dark, two-way mirror in front of you, with your own reflection staring you mockingly in the face.

You huff exaggeratedly, making a show of wriggling your hands as much as you can in these binders that are keeping you chained to the table. You may be alone in this room, but you're not stupid. You've been in here enough times to know that you're still being watched like a hawk. 

Jerking your hands again, harder this time, the binders clang noisily but don't budge. Immediately, the speakers crackle

"Please refrain from struggling. A member of the guard will be by to question you shortly."

Your head whips up at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice. It may sound the same as millions of others, but you've been in here enough times to recognize the particularly snarky tone of this one. You direct a glare at the dark mirror across from you, scowling. Fox.

You may not be able to see him, but you know exactly who's behind there. And you also know without a doubt that he's staring straight back at you.

—

Ever a man of his word, a few minutes later the door is sliding open, a clone making his way over to the table.

You graze over his armour quickly, looking for the familiar markings but finding none. Not Fox. A strange sense of disappointment fills you briefly before you squash it down.

The clone sits in the chair across from you, setting his blaster down on the table with a clang. Your eyes immediately dart to it, your fingertips stretching  just far enough to graze the cold metal.

Just as quickly, the speakers crackle to life again

"Don't even think about it."

You jump, pulling your fingers back quickly. The trooper startles too, but reacts swiftly, scrambling to snatch up the blaster and move it out of your reach.

Your eyes slide over to the mirror again, where Fox is obviously behind, watching you carefully. The voice of the trooper in front of you pulls your gaze back to him.

"Okay, let's get started Miss…"

He’s taken out a datapad, skimming over it quickly and trying to find your name. You scoff before he has a chance to find it, rolling your eyes.

"Don’t bother," you spit out mockingly. "I ain’t telling you anything."

The poor clone looks slightly taken aback at your harshness, and you almost regret being so hard on him. Until you see his fingers lift to press the side of his helmet, faintly hearing a gruff voice giving him orders through his helmet.

You scoff, feeling anger start to bubble up in you immediately. You move your gaze from the trooper to fix itself on the black mirror behind him, shouting loud enough for Fox to hear you behind the glass.

"How about you come out here and face me like a man, Fox!"

You see the trooper in front of you stiffen, and you smirk, satisfied when the orders coming from his helmet stop abruptly.

Your taunt obviously worked, because before you know it the door hisses open ominously, your smirk widening when you recognize the armour behind it.

He takes a step in and stops, helmet tilting as he regards you silently. You smile teasingly, wiggling your fingers as much as you can in the binders in an attempt at a wave. 

"Nice of you to join."

He sighs, shaking his head before turning to his brother.

He jerks his head towards the door and the trooper gets the message, getting up and shuffling out of the interrogation room, the door sliding shut behind him.

You follow Fox’s movements as he stalks over to the table, the chair scraping when he pulls it out. He grunts as he sits down, his armour clattering.

His helmet tilts, the black visor directed at you as the crackle of a modulated voice breaks the silence of the room.

"Y’know, I’m starting to think you miss me with how many times you’ve been in here recently."

You lean back, smirking and shrugging lazily. "Eh, you boys looked bored; I thought I’d give you something to do."

You smirk, satisfied when you hear him sigh frustratedly through the helmet. The thought of getting under his skin amuses you immensely. You can just imagine his eyes rolling under that stupid helmet.

Almost on cue, his hands grasp the rim of his helmet, hissing as he lifts it off. He sets it down on the table gently before shaking his head, tossling his curly hair.

Your eyes fix on a single coil that separates from the rest, hanging down in front of his forehead in a ridiculously sexy way.

He doesn't bother to move it.

You flick your gaze from the strand of hair down to his own eyes, your breath hitching when you're met with his own already staring at you.

His visor you can handle, his eyes, however...

His eyes, not so much.

They're so piercing that it's making your stomach lurch.

He sees your reaction, smirking and leaning back in his seat. You follow his movements, gulping when you see his arms bulge when he crosses them in front of his chest. Fuck.

"Not so mouthy now, huh? What happened?"

Desperately scrambling to think of a snarky comment to say back, you open your mouth but nothing comes out, only able to focus on him. 

He’s smiling smugly, raking his eyes slowly up and down your form, eventually coming back and locking his gaze with yours again.

Now you're squirming, desperately wanting to look anywhere but him, but simultaneously completely unable to tear your eyes from his. They’re such a pretty shade of brown, so soft, so- 

You swallow thickly and watch his eyes crinkle in the corners as he smirks, catching on to your uneasiness.

"Aw, does it make you nervous when I stare? Is that it?"

You scoff, his mocking tone bringing you back to reality. 

"Don't flatter yourself, of course not."

"Oh, really?" he quirks an eyebrow. Resting his forearms on the table, he leans forward, hands clasping together in front of him.

"Tell me, pretty girl, do you ever stop lying?"

"Only with people who deserve it," you tilt your head at him mockingly, "and dirty, filthy cops aren’t included in that, no exceptions. Not even for you."

He chuckles, the crook of his gloved fingers coming to rest under your chin.

"Oh, you have no idea how dirty I can be, darling."

"How ‘bout you show me then, Fox?"

You smirk, keeping eye contact as you sink your teeth into your lower lip. His fingers move to grasp the side of your jaw, tilting your face up.

"That’s Commander to you, doll."

Your mocking eye roll gets cut off by his hand moving to the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair and pulling to tilt your head further. 

Your gasp of surprise turns to a choked moan when you feel his tongue slowly drag up your now exposed neck, leaving a wet trail behind.

Reaching your jaw, he leaves sloppy kisses until he reaches your lips, hovering over them but not moving closer.

Your eyes snap open, whining as you try to press your lips to his, but his hand in your hair is stopping you, keeping his lips just out of reach.

"Please Fox," you whine, hands clenching pathetically in your binders. You feel him smirk, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"C'mon, baby, we just talked about this."

You glare at him, trying one more time to inch forward but failing miserably. Huffing in defeat, you grumble out the words.

"Please, Commander"

He hums, considering for a bit before shaking his head slightly.

"I know you can do better than that beautiful."

Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you try again, this time giving him your best sickly sweet smile.

"Please kiss me, Commander."

He smirks, his free hand coming to cup your cheek "Much better"

He loosens the hold on your hair, allowing you to surge forward and press your lips together, hard. He grunts at the force of the collision but recovers quickly, kissing you back, hot and hurried.

His hand moves to hold your throat gently and you sloppily try to keep up with him, the thumb softly brushing up your neck making it difficult to focus on anything, your brain foggy and full of him. His lips, his voice, his hands-

He senses you getting sloppier and pulls back, panting slightly. A gentle thumb strokes your cheekbone as he searches your eyes for any hint of doubt.

"Do you want me to stop, sweetheart? You just gotta say the word, and it’s over."

You shake your head frantically, already trying to kiss him again.

"Fuck no, don’t you dare."

He smirks, leaning in long enough to give you a quick peck before pulling back again. You watch confused as he presses a button on his vambrace, realisation hitting you when all the cameras in the room power down simultaneously.

"I don’t want anybody watching us." He moves behind you, hands grasping at your waist and squeezing. "This is just for my eyes only."

Your lips part slightly, and you feel heat pool between your legs at the connotation of the gesture. He chuckles when he sees you press your thighs together, his own leg slotting itself between them to stop you.

"Patience, pretty girl, all in due time."

He leans forward to unclip your binders, but you push your ass back to stop him. 

"No, leave them. Please" 

He chuckles, moving his hand to your shoulder instead, pulling the thin straps of your top down and scrunching it up at your waist. Your back and shoulders now exposed, he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, ducking his head down further to whisper in your ear.

"Such a filthy girl."

You hear a clatter of armour as he falls to his knees behind you, gloved hands following the curve of your hips and hooking onto the top of your pants. He presses a sweet kiss to the small of your back before he's yanking them down, taking your panties along with them.

You moan at the feeling of the cold air, but it quickly gets replaced with his hot breath fanning against your center. His unruly hair tickles your inner thighs as he leans closer, making you shiver.

You don't have to wait long before his tongue drags through your folds, moaning into you when he gets his first taste. You jerk forward, pressing further into the cold table when he repeats the action a second time, as slow and deliberate as before.

The sound of your desperate moan has him gripping your ass harder, spreading on your cheeks and pushing his mouth even closer to you.

The relentless lapping at your cunt has you squirming against his hold, binders biting into your wrist as you tugg on them desperately.

His hands leave you and you whine in protest, but they are immediately replaced, now far warmer and softer as they glide down your ass. He took his gloves off. That could only mean-

You gasp, feeling two of his fingers prod your entrance, pressing in slowly and making you moan his name.

An obscene squelch fills the quiet room as he moves his fingers in and out of you, angling them just right to brush over that one spot that makes you see stars.

You steadily melt further into the table, the combination of his warm tongue and fingers making your brain go hazy. 

And when he latches onto your clit, suckling gently, you fall, a broken moan escaping you as waves of white-hot pleasure roll through you.

Fox works you through it, diligently lapping everything up without pause. As you slowly come back to reality, you become increasingly aware of his tongue still swirling around your clit, now much too sensitive.

You whine, pathetically trying to get out of his reach but unable to get far, stuck between the cold table and his tongue behind you.

"S’too much, please," you drawl out pitifully, shivering when he chuckles behind you, vibrations feeling all too good against your sensitive cunt.

You tug on the binders again, more purposfully this time.

 "Please, Fo- Commander. Wanna touch you."

He pulls back from your soaked pussy, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Only because you asked so nicely, baby,"

He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he taps the button on the binders. As soon as they click open, you're ripping them off, whirling around to kiss him hard.

He grunts in surprise, but kisses you back just as desperately. You feel a tap on the back of your thighs, and you understand immediately, jumping up as he catches you effortlessly.

He lifts you back onto the table, pushing your legs further apart and slotting himself between them, never once stopping the kiss.

Your fingers rake through his curls, tangling themselves and tugging playfully. The groan he lets out is positively sinful, wetness pooling between your legs in response.

You move down his jaw to his neck, pulling at the neck of his blacks with your free hand, lips latching on to the tan skin revealed underneath.

He moans when you start sucking, his breath hitching when you nip at his Adam's apple.

"Fuck meshla," you feel the rumble of his voice against your lips. "You're too damn good at that, y'know."

You hum, sucking another pretty bruise into his neck "Yeah, I know."

He rolls his eyes, pushing a hand against your chest and making you fall back against the table with a small huff of surprise.

Instantly he's bent over you, chest practically pressed against yours, as he expertly unclups his codpiece with his free hand, pulling his weeping cock out of his blacks.

He does it so quickly that it has you wondering about how many other times he does this with other girls, jealousy rising at the thought.

You reach out to grasp his length, but he swats your hand away, gathering both your wrists into one of his hands and holding them above your head.

"What did I just say about patience, babygirl?"

Glaring at him, you roll your eyes. "It wouldn’t be a problem if you’d just hurry up."

Your quipp gets cut off by a gasp as he presses the tip of his cock into your cunt, nudging it forward and hungrily watching your reaction.

"Please, Commander. Please just fuck me already," you beg without shame, desperate to feel him stretch you out.

He smiles smugly and, with surprising gentleness, slowly pushes his hips forward, savouring every inch until his hips meet yours. Your head falls back, your eyes rolling at the feeling.

You're so full, it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. You're completely stuffed to the brim with him and you love it.

He pulls back just as slowly as he entered, the drag against your walls making you moan and scramble to grab his shoulders.

His eyes are closed, brow furrowed, and mouth parted, lost in the feeling of you squeezing him.

"F-fuck meshla. So fucking tight for me."

You whine, tugging at his hair, desperate for more. It seems to do the trick, his eyes snapping open and his hand grabbing onto your waist before he's surging forward again, this time with much more determination.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, fingers gripping his shoulder pauldrons as his thigh plates smack against your skin rhythmically.

He's got one hand on the crook of your knee, holding your leg open for him while his other one trails up your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You watch his mouth part as his eyes hungrily watch your tits bounce with every harsh thrust, his hand moving to grab one of them, his thumb brushing over your nipple.

The feeling has you arching your back, desperate to be closer to him, to feel every inch of him against you.

His hips stutter and he grunts, his head falling down and face pressing into your neck.

"Shit. You feel so good- So fucking warm, so tight." 

You feel his hot pant against your ear as he speaks, and you can only moan in response, burying your hand in his curls again.

He's losing his rhythm, and his moans are getting louder against your neck.

"Fuck I’m sorry, baby, I'm going cum. Can't hold it-  S'too good."

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He moans at the silent message, gritting his teeth and thrusting sloppily as he tries to hold on a little longer.

"You sure, meshla? Inside?"

You cut him off with a wet kiss, nodding frantically, 

"Please Fox, need to feel you fill me up." You reaffirm your words by locking your ankles together behind his back, and that ends him.

He chokes on a moan, pressing his face further into your neck, hips slamming against yours and pushing as far up into you as he can reach.

One of his hands slides down to press against your belly as he shudders on top of you, fingers fumbling to find your clit. 

He presses his thumb against it, and that small amount of pressure is all it takes to tip you over the edge.

You back arches up, pressing your breasts into his chest as you moan his name, digging your nails into the back of his neck, leaving red trails as your eyes roll back, feeling the hot spurts of his release against your walls.

He sloppily thrusts forward two more times before he collapses on you, completely spent.

"Fuck meshla, that was- fuck that was incredible."

He's still catching his breath when he cranes his neck to press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, a wet thumb brushing over your bottom lip softly.

You smile at him cheekily, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking gently, tasting your own slick and looking up at him innocently. His breath hitches, his eyes darkening.

"Keep doing that, and I might just have to give you something better to suck on."

You smirk, making sure to keep your eyes on his as you suck hard, your tongue swirling around the pad of his thumb. A low chuckle rumbles out of his chest, eyes darkening further

"Filthy girl."

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪and july ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ college!nicholas x reader

word count ⌒☆ 1.2k

content ⌒☆ drinking, slightly suggestive

note ⌒☆ idk this has been sittin in my drafts

"this skirt is riding up my ass ... "

on a normal friday night u usually find urself staying in ur apartment, tucked away in ur knitted blanket while chipping away at missing assignments. although 90% of the time ur on ur laptop, ur usually online shopping or binge watching a random tv show on hulu. its been a long week for u, finally finishing ur midterms all while juggling ur work responsibilities. u never settled for an easy-going lifestyle and u were fine with that. if anything, fulfilling ur own responsibilities was more than enough to keep u satisfied.

thus, u have never had a boyfriend. u never found it in urself to spark up conversations with anyone other than ur friends or teachers. no one particularly peaked ur interest and u never felt the societal pressure of finding someone to like. and by no means were u ever deemed unattractive, u knew u had a few admirers urself, but it was not something u paid any attention to.

the amounts of 'ur single?' 'uve never kissed anyone?' 'yeah, but what about this guy?' felt endless. it turned u off from the idea of relationships even more.

so u werent sure how or why u managed to get pulled out of the comfort of ur room with nothing but a pair of heels and a short, skimpy dress. tugging at the hem of ur skirt attempting to cover up what was left of ur dignity deemed to be useless, only revealing bits of ur strapless bra the more u pulled it down. ur two friends were frequent party goers, knowing most of frat row since theyre there every free weekend they have.

the cold air bites against ur skin and u start regretting that u didnt bring ur nice leather jacket. as u clutch onto ur friends arms for dear life, u all finally make it to the front door of a house uve seen in passing from ur daily walks to campus. seeing it at night was so much different from what u were used to. the windows were filled with colorful flashing lights with silhouettes of people having conversations and dancing. some people were standing on the lawn outside passing around what seemed to be half a blunt, a man passed out right in the middle of their group.

"lucky we dragged u along for this party! this might be one of the good ones" ur friend excitedly knocks on the door, rubbing against ur own arm for warmth. u werent sure why u were nervous, u never found it hard to talk to people but for some reason u felt like u were going to go into cardiac arrest. ignoring the constant calls from the men settled on the lawn who were obviously drunk. u were completely distracted from the noise that u didnt even notice that the front door finally opened.

"leave them alone man" said a taller male, throwing an empty cup at the group of men on the lawn. followed by a string of yells & protests, u glance up and find ur friends joking around with the dude that just littered. his hair was black and slightly long, one ear having a dangly earring. hes wearing a black shirt that hugs his frame a bit too nicely along baggy ripped jeans equipped with chains. as ur observing him, his eyes glance over, raising an eyebrow at u. almost in a teasing way, he sends a u toothy smile, glancing over his shoulder and resting his arm against the frame of the door.

"entry is $5, but for you, i can let u in for free"

all u could do was slightly part ur mouth in response, no words coming out. was he serious? ur friends roll their eyes in unison obviously used to this man's behavior, shoving past his frame followed by a "very funny, nicholas". u follow promptly behind since all ur arms were still tightly linked, and as u looked behind ur shoulder to check back at the front door, he was shooting u another signature smile before walking off to find his own crowd.

several shots in & three hard seltzers later, u became a lot more loose around the huge crowd of people. u found a few familiar faces that shared a couple of classes with u, each person almost shocked that u even came to a function like this. all u could do was shoot a smile, cheers their can with ur own & walk away to mingle. it was hot & steamy on the main floor, every person who was wearing glasses having fogged up lenses. 'this isnt terrible' u thought. its almost as if a lightbulb lit u above ur head after realizing going out every once in a while is a good thing.

ur phone pinged for the tenth time and besides ignoring it like u have for the majority of the night, u flip ur screen over to find that u have an assignment due at midnight tonight. curses & panic run through your mind, bringing urself to the staircase to walk up to the empty level of the house. ur back crashes against the wall as u slide down, reading the canvas post as u begin drafting out ur paper right then and there. ur fingers are rapidly typing all while thinking 'im never going to finish this ...'

"u seem fun at parties"

ur brows furrow in response, breaking contact with ur phone, ur eyes settle on someone a lot more pleasant.

"go on. dont let me stop u"

that same toothy grin was lit up by the rgb lights in the hallway, taking a seat right next to u as he sips on the warm jungle juice. ever since u came here, u were never in the right state of mind especially after all of those shots. focusing on ur assignment was difficult in a setting like this ... and even more difficult now that theres a very attractive man breathing over ur shoulder.

"do u mind ..." u shoot, back now slightly facing towards him in attempts to cover ur phone screen. ur fingers are busy typing but somehow there are zero words written for this assignment. u have about 40 minutes left until midnight.

u almost couldnt stand his overwhelming presence right next to u. the scent of his cologne was strong even through the smell of the dark, musty house. ur ears shut the music out once u notice something moving in the corner of ur eye, his hand snatching ur phone away faster than u can react. the alcohol in ur system didnt make ur response time any better, and honestly, neither did his.

"give that back, ur gonna send in an empty assignment ... "

he laughs at watching ur attempts at retrieving ur device back, his arm raised up high in the air as u lean over trying to retrieve it. all of this commotion, u dont even realize ur dress riding up high on ur thighs, a strap of ur dress falling off of ur shoulder.

its no doubt nicholas notices how vulnerable u are. he wasnt sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that ur practically half-naked in front of him. with wavering eyes, he clears his throat, quickly tossing ur phone on ur lap before grabbing a discarded jacket that was left in the hallway by a random and wrapping it around ur shoulders.

u watch as he gets up, softly patting at ur head before heading back downstairs. it wasnt clear to someone like u who was extremely faded, but a clear blush was spread across his face.

"u got at least 30 minutes to finish that assignment, u got this"

and 30 minutes later ...

u didnt finish ur assignment.

instead, u were left in the hallway, simmering in ur own thoughts of nicholas.

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[kooktrash]

Electra heart rough smut drabble pls!!!!! the couple's too hot 🤤😫

thanks for sending in a request 🥹luv Electra!couple so much

electra heart | kim taehyung drabble

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warnings: 1.3k words smüt. rough, but quicky. pda but not a lot. kitchen counter smüt

Taehyung never considered himself one of those cringy PDA type of guys, at least not before you. It’s just really hard to keep his hands off you when you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever dated, with the biggest attitude and the most spoiled brat he’s ever met — in a good way. You aren’t one to hide how you feel either, so if you want to run your hand down his covered chest in the middle of a library, who is he to stop you.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” he said, trying very hard to be stern but it quickly failed when your manicured finger pressed against his lips, tugging at the bottom one, “Y/n.” He looked down both ends of the book shelves to make sure nobody was around, “You’ve got one more class.”

“I don’t want to go,” you wrapped your arms around his neck immediately getting his hands on your waist. You tilted your head to one side, feigned innocence in your eyes, “I want to go home, with you.”

“I’ll wait till your class is over, I’ll stay in the libr—“

“Taehyung…” your voice was serious now making him look down at you, “I want to go home, and have sex. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, letting his head drop, pulling you into a real hug, “You’re making this hard. I’m your tutor, how can I let you ditch your last lecture?”

With a dramatic sigh, you pulled away, “Fine whatever, I’ll just sit in the lecture horny as hell because my boyfriend won’t take me home.”

“Y/n,” he whined, holding your hand to keep you from walking away as you attempted to. He obviously wanted to go home too, it was his day off from work and he wants nothing more than to lay in bed with you but— he’s a good college student. He can’t have you ditch class when he’s trying to help your poor grades…

His arm wrapped around your waist, “Let’s go.” You smirked in triumph as he rushed you out the library, like horny teens ready to get their hands on each other. You were both giggling as he hurried you along to the parking lot and then to his car.

Never in his life had he been happier to have tint on his cars. Nobody could see the way you took his hand in yours leading it between your legs to press against your panties. He groaned, “Baby…”

“You wanted me to sit in class like this,” you said, letting him feel the small puddle forming near your center, “When you’re the one who made me like this when you were looking all smart and bossy during your presentation.”

So you’ve been like this since your shared morning lecture, and he didn’t even know. He pressed on the gas a little more when you began to slowly rut against his hand, his member hardening in the confines of his jeans.

He rushed you into his own apartment, no longer embarrassed to show how little money he actually made compared to your hotel. The second the door shut behind you, he was picking you up, walking over to the closest surface and sitting you down. You shimmied yourself out of your underwear, smirking watching him mess around with the button of his jeans, spreading your legs enough for him to stand between them. The kitchen counter had you lined up with him perfectly.

“You drive me crazy,” he groaned, leaning forward to connect your lips. You kissed him back hungrily as he lifted your skirt, hand coming down between your legs, thumb pressing against your clit as his middle finger stroked through the slick between your folds. He pressed the finger into your entrance making you pull away from the kiss, “Just fuck me, I fingered myself before class, when you were in the shower.”

He gasped loudly, feigning hurt, “You dirty girl.” Even as he said that a cheeky smile appeared on his face, yanking his briefs down and dragging you to the edge of the cold counter.

He gives his cock a couple strokes, his hand rummaging through the drawer just under you where a box of condoms was stashed. He only started keeping them put away in weird places after dating you. You like to have sex everywhere. He quickly puts it on, making sure he was fully hard before lining himself up against your cunt.

You feel his cock twitch before it pushes into your wet, warm walls. A gasp sound from your throat at the rough intrusion that you loved. You were right, you did touch yourself this morning and that made him even more aroused knowing that you did it behind his back. His hands gripped onto your thighs for support as your arms pressed his body closer to your. His hard cock hit all the right places, stretching you roughly, just the way you liked it.

"Were you thinking about me?" he growled into your ear, making you bite your lip in the middle of a moan. You rolled your eyes, “No, I was thinking about Professor Dipshit.”

Your moans grew as he pounds into you slowly but hard, there was nothing patient or soft about the way you were fucking. You had him worked up since the library, and you’ve wanted him all day. It was definitely going to be a few rounds tonight. He released a low grunt in displeasure as he slammed into you harder. Even though he knew you didn’t, he wanted you to only think of him. Your back arched, and a soft moan escaped you.

His free hand cupped your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks making you look at him, “Only think of me.”

He emphasized his words with a deep thrust, keeping himself inside to the hilt feeling your walls clench around him, “Got it?” He didn’t move waiting for you to respond but you held his glared defiantly.

"Taehyung,” your tone was in warning, moving your hips for some friction but he gave your cheek a light snack, repeating himself, “Got it?”

“Obviously! Now hurry up and make me cum,” you whined making him smirk, dragging your mouth toward his in a messy make out. That was all he needed to hear before he worked harder on you. His cock pushed its way deep into you, but started up his fast pace again. His moans filled the room with yours, just as desperate and horny. Skin slapping with each rough thrust and you were sure your ass would be red from the counter.

You gave absolutely no warning, walls convulsing around him as you reached your high. Nails clawing at his shirt dragging him closer as he swallowed your moans with his tongue. The twitch of your wet pussy around his cock had him breaking.

The warmth of his cum spilling into the condom, cock inside you, keeping the two of you locked as one. His head rested on your shoulder, trying his best to calm down but he was on a high all because of you.

It took you both a moment to calm your racing hearts and he was helping you off the counter, hands on your waist, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. You adjusted your skirt as he fixed himself up, “And I love midday sex on the kitchen counter.”

He chuckled as you said, “You just like sex anywhere and anytime, because you’re a horny little minx.”

“If my boyfriend wasn’t so hot, this wouldn’t be a problem,” you said walking down the hall to the bathroom. You turned to look at him, unzipping the side of your skirt and letting it drop, exposing the pussy he had just been balls deep in. He stopped, mid zip of his jeans.

“So if my beautiful boyfriend would join me in a midday bath for round two, that’d be great.”

He huffed, pretending to be annoyed as he walked over to you, “Only because my girlfriend is a spoiled, greedy brat.”

“Mhm.”

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[finelinevogue]

omg we need a li!harry hideaway blurb👀 i mean obv other than some serious ass groping from harry i assume they’d stick to their saving r rated stuff for outside the villa but i’m sure they’d appreciate that alone time for a bit

anon: u should do a LI blurb where harry and y/n go into the hideaway

anon: li!harry and yn for sure the first couple picked to go to the hideaway, no r rated stuff bc they’re saving that obviously but things still get a bit steamy, i mean how can they not when harry sees yn in her sexy lingerie

anon: OMG i’m dying for a blurb where they get really feral, like wanting to give in badly (of course they don’t tho because they’re good kids) but it’s excruciatingly hard for them to hold back 😚

anon: it would be so fucking hot if they were making out or dry humping and love island!H would notice when y/n ruined her panties 🫣🫣he would tease her soooo much, i know he can be a meanie 

anon: also in ep. 16 li!harry and y/n would def be chosen to go to the hideaway!!!

anon: I know the won’t have sex in the show but i can see them in the hideway still in the underwear with harry on top of her dry humping and it’s so intense they both cum🫣

anon: hideaway blurb whennnn?? congrattss on the job btw!!!

anon: HIDEAWAY MISS ELLIE PLEASE I AM BEGGIN WITH MY LIFE

i feel like some people might want a hideaway blurb? hmm?

“Wait what did we miss?” Y/N asked Harry, pulling away from a kiss after they smashed the heart-rate challenge.

“Um, I don’t know.” Harry said, looking at the other islanders who were all squealing over something.

Everyone started shouting for you and Harry, so you stood up and only then realised that they were talking about you both going into the hideaway. The girls were all screaming and the boys were going crazy for Harry. It had been an unanimous vote that you and Harry would be going into the hideaway tonight. No doubt about it. 

“You sure you want to go?” Harry asked you, pulling you close before the girls got a chance to snatch you away from him. 

“Meet me at the door and find out.” You leaned forwards to nip his bottom lip between your teeth, before sauntering off. It didn’t help Harry that you were still wearing your sexy angel costume from the challenge and so your ass was on full display. 

As you walked off all he could do was look at how lucky he got. Until the boys came over and started bigging him up, making him focus on something other than you and your ass for the time being. 

You had been pulled upstairs by the girls, to get ready for the evening ahead. You kept on excitedly squealing, before settling down and a flurry of anxiety would come over you. If there was a word for being excited and anxious, then that’s how you felt. 

Indiyah pulled out a lingerie set from her wardrobe and held it up. It was a matching lilac lingerie set, with a cute little bow at the front of the bralette and. cheeky pants that would make your ass look amazing ( * ). “How about this?”

The girls cheered and a slight blush crept on your face just thinking about Harry’s reaction to it.

“It’s beautiful.” You nodded, holding out a hand for it.

“And, it’ll look even more beautiful on you.” Paige added. 

Ekin-Su came behind you and started to do your hair for you, styling it the way that you thought would be best. You finished it off yourself, after Ekin-Su added the necessary products to it. 

You touched up on your makeup, adding a softer lipstick than the one you’d been wearing all evening, before moving into the bathroom to go and get changed. You twirled around in the mirror, before walking back out and letting the girls get excited over how hot you looked.

“I don’t know what to wear over it though.” You sighed, turning around to view the set from behind and in awe of how good your body looked in the mirror.

“Either a silky bathrobe..” Gemma started.

“No. I think wear one of his oversized jumpers and then when you’re in the hideaway you can take it off. He won’t be expecting that and it’ll probably make him hornier quicker.” Ekin-Su explained and you had to admit you liked that idea. 

So, you went into Harry’s wardrobe and stole a big jumper that you’d usually wear to bed anyway. It made you look a lot less sexy, but that was the effect you were going for. You also slipped on some slippers, that you got teased looked like grandma slippers, and went back to the girls.

“You look so good like that Y/N, babe.” Paige exclaimed.

“Bestie is gonna get it tonight!” Antigoni sang and danced, the other girls joining in. You laughed and put your face in your hands to hide yourself. 

Then the girls started to file out one by one and head downstairs to where the boys were waiting. Antigoni waited with you at the top of the stairs as you blew out a big breathe of air.

“You alright, honey?” She asked you, holding onto you hand tight.

“It’s just a big night for me.” You nodded, closing your eyes to calm yourself for a brief moment.

“I know. Remember, nothing has to happen though. There’s no pressures. Harry’s not like that.” Antigoni reminded you and you nodded.

Then you both walked down the stairs together to see the rest of them waiting at the bottom. The boys cheered for you and you smiled kindly, not looking at Harry just yet. 

“Only Y/N could get away with wearing a hoodie and still make Harry hard.” Luca joked, acknowledging Harry’s pressing bulge. Harry elbowed him in the side for the unnecessary comment and returned his gaze to you. 

You walked up to him and gave him a hug around his middle. Too much PDA was too much on you, especially when all the islanders are solely focusing on you two. He kissed your forehead and then took your hand to guide you out of the villa and towards the hideaway.

“Y’look beautiful.” Harry said, you both walking ahead in front of everyone else.

“Really?” You looked up to him with awe in your eyes.

“Can’t believe you just asked me that. ‘Course you do!” He chuckled, leaning down to peck your lips quickly.

“Oi, lovebirds. Save something for the hideaway.” Dami shouted and you and Harry both laughed, you tucking your head into Harry’s side as you both walked. 

Luca opened the door for you both and held your hand for you as you crossed the threshold, before bringing Harry in for a man-hug and waving goodbye to you two. The rest of the islanders waved goodbye too before you shut the door behind the of you. 

“No beetroot tonight, hm?” Harry asked, walking to sit on the edge of the bed whilst watching you lock the door. 

“I don’t think she’ll want to see our antics tonight.” You said, turning around and leaning against the door. Your hands stayed behind you as you allowed Harry’s eyes to undress you from across the room.

Harry smirked and dropped his head to hide his grin better.

The room itself was very over the top. It was dressed like a Valentine’s day suite at a romantic hotel. It was decked out with love-heart bunting around the walls and red blanket throws on top of a love-heart shaped bed. It was funny to see that this is what you had been anticipating, yet it was kind of underwhelming now you were here because of how flashy it was. 

“What are you doing all the way over there for? C’mere.” He held out a hand for you and you bit your lip as you tiptoed you way over to him.

“Hi.” You said softly. 

“Hello, baby.” He smiled like a love-sick puppy at you. He rested his head on your stomach and you cupped his head with your hands and leant down to give his head a gentle kiss. He tilted his head back then to be near your face and you leant down again to kiss his lips this time. He happily leant into them, kissing you with passion and love.

His hands went to rest around your waist and you used it as an opportunity to sit down on his lap, straddling his hips carefully. You didn’t break the kiss once whilst you moved, Harry’s hands making sure you were stable and safe the entire time. Your noses brushed past each other as you moved your heads from side to side, never wanting to part from each others heavenly lips. 

You were both too in need of each other. Burning for each others flames.

Harry pulled back reluctantly, that much you could tell by the flurry of after kisses he gave you too. His eyes search for yours and he smiled when he saw you.

“I want you to know I’m not expecting anything from you tonight.” Harry told you, faces reaching so close to each other that his words could be felt against your skin.  

You leaned back a little bit and Harry frowned at how you weren’t verbally responding. Your hands reached for the hem of your jumper and you started to pull it up over your body. Harry’s hands left your waist and ghosted over your body, not touching you just yet. The jumper was over your head after a slow five seconds and Harry couldn’t help but gawk at you and your body. Not to mention, the gorgeous set you were wearing.  

“Oh..” He whispered under his breathe so quietly it was barely heard.

“I, however, came prepared.” You chuckled, watching his eyes roam over your body. His hands still ghosted over your body, as if you were too fragile and precious for him to touch without consent.

“You... God, Y/N.” He laughed to himself, clearing his throat before he spoke any more.

“Cat got your tongue, hm?” You teased.

“I’m trying to be a polite gentleman here, right now, but if you keep up that attitude I’m going to have to fix it right out of you.” He groaned as he moved forwards, your hips rolling over his and simultaneously nudging his heavy bulge.

“Oh yeah? And how would you do that?” 

Harry side-smiled, shaking his head at you. 

Oh, how you were so out of your depth. 

He gripped your ass harshly and stood up, your holding your hands around his neck to keep you safe. His eyes were full of lust and you couldn’t wait to see him unravel because of it. He turned around and threw you back on the bed, you screaming slightly as he did. You landed with an oomf and watched him slowly take his own t-shirt off over his head. 

His muscles were tight and defined underneath, from all the working out he had been doing recently. His tanned body glowed under the light of the room, only  for it to go dark because the lights went out for the night. You laughed, because whatever plan he had was now not going to work due to the change in lighting. At least you got to see his lush body at least once. 

****** 18 + from here ******

Whilst you were laughing you didn’t realise Harry had snuck under the covers at the end of the bed and was working his way up to you. Until his lips started to kiss up your legs and thighs. He left wet kisses up your thighs and even bit down slightly, tempted to leave bright red marks so everyone would know that you’re his. 

Forever and always.

He didn’t though, because he knew you’d be pissed off at him. He did kiss your thighs to give them the love they deserve though, running his hands up and down the soft skin too. 

You had to pull the covers up over your head because you were worried that the cameras would pick up what kind of euphoric faces you were making. You carefully took off your microphone, aware that Harry had taken his off too, and you let off little pants of air as he crept closer and closer up to your core.

His hot breathe fanned over you cunt as he moved his head from one of your thighs and to the other. Your breathe hitched and your back arched at the tiny movement. Then you felt his body creep up yours and come to position over yours. You felt his face over yours and you softly opened your eyes to see him looking down at you. Although there was no light, you could still faintly see each other. 

“You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N L/N.” He whispered against your hot lips, which were yearning for a taste of his again.

“Harry, don’t...” You shied away, turning your head to the side.

His fingers tucked under your chin to bring you to face back to him gently. “Hey,  if I want to tell you how pretty you look you’ll damn well let me. I don’t tell you enough, honestly, but you are so perfect baby.” 

He leaned down and kissed you once, twice, three times before he was satisfied. 

“Well, I think you’re pretty perfect too.” You spoke softly.

“I know I am, that’s why y’like me so much.” He teased you, earning a roll of the eyes from you and a small smile too. 

“Oh go fuck yourself.” You laughed.

“I mean I could, but I’d rather I did you instead.”

And the mood changed instantly. It was clear that this was Harry’s way of asking you whether you wanted to do anything this evening. You knew that he would go straight to bed with you now if you wanted, but he had also been left dry so many nights that he would be instantly all over you if you gave the green light. 

“I’d rather you did that too.” You said shyly, kissing his collar bone softly. “But maybe not all the way tonight, if that’s okay?” 

“Hey, we take this at your pace alright? If i only get to kiss your pretty lips tonight then I’d still die a happy man. The happiest.” He smiled.

“You can kiss more than my lips, H.”

“Yeah?“ He smiled cheekily, biting his lip to keep his smile a little more contained.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, lovie.” He nodded.

Harry started by kissing you gently, his soft lips melting onto yours like ice cream on a hot day. You hummed in delight at how fresh he tasted and how much you adored him being so close to you.

Your hands tugged into his hair, pulling him and his body closer. You got to feel his hips roll into yours and his hand softly ran down your body, skimming over your breasts and trailing down your stomach lower and lower. Your breathing became more laboured and your lips had to leave Harry’s unwillingly to try and catch your breathe.

When his fingers trailed over your lace-clothed core your breath hitched. Your lips shut and you stopped in taking air, but it also meant that Harry stopped too.

“Hey, baby. Y’gotta breathe for me lovie. I’m not doing anything until y’breathe for me.” He said softly but sternly, worried you’d make yourself pass out if you weren’t careful.

“Sorry.” You breathed out and back in again, your chest rising to meet Harry’s as you did so.

“It’s okay. Just don’t want you passing out on me. At least not yet.” He smirked earning you to laugh.

He took the opportunity to run his fingers over your core again, making your toes curl and stomach tighten. But you were breathing normally and so Harry continued.

Harry kissed your lips erotically one last time, before trailing his lips down your jawline and onto your neck. He found a spot that made you twitch and decided that’s where he would leave a little mark. He kissed over it softly afterwards, before continuing to move his lips downwards.

When he got to your breasts he tugged the material down slightly over your right nipple and was quick to put his lips to the bud, kissing at first before biting and sucking in a way you’d never experienced before. It was a pleasure unlike any other. Your head tried to sink further into the mattress, to alleviate some of the pleasure but it was wracking over your whole body. His other hand remained on your cunt, moving his fingers very delicately along the lace material.

Your breathing shallowed as Harry moved to your other nipple, which was heavily perky now, and he gave the same treatment to it, whilst adding more pressure to your core. Your stomach felt the tail ends of some beard stubble that he’d missed whilst shaving and it only heightened the burning feelings in your cunt. Your nipples were left to air as Harry trailed his lips down further onto your stomach and below.

You gasped when you felt his lips kiss over your clothed clit harshly, his nose inhaling your scent down there. His hands left you alone down there and trailed up your body to your breasts. He took ahold of them off squeezed them harshly, plucking at your nipples as he so pleased.

He kissed over your clit again, before licking up a stripe and making your whole body enflame with desire.

His hands trailed down again and tugged at the sides of your panties, drawing them down your legs until they were off completely. When he situated his body back, he dragged your legs over his shoulders and moved his hands back up to your boobs. He squeezed hard and licked another strip up your bare cunt this time. You let out an audible moan and Harry’s hands tightened around your breasts in response.

Then he dove his tongue a little deeper, pushing his mouth inside of you as you continued to writher underneath his tight hold. He groaned in pleasure at how good you tasted, sending vibrations through your core and edging you very close to coming already. 

“Shit...” You gasped when Harry flicked his tongue inside of you harshly, picking up his speed as well as his pressure.

He nudged his nose over your clit at the same time that he pinched your nipples, sending you into overdrive. Your hands had to trail into his messy mop of curls, tugging gently to release the pressure building up inside of you. As he squeezed your breasts again, he moved his mouth upwards and focused his lips and tongue to your mound. Sucking and kissing over your clit was his new favourite pastime. He could tell you were enjoying yourself too. 

He kept moaning against your skin whilst you kept moaning to yourself. 

One hand left your breast and came down to your core. Harry didn’t give you a second to adjust before pushing not one, but two fingers inside of you. He kept his mouth focusing on your clit whilst his fingers curled up inside of your cunt and fucked you tirelessly. He set such a fast pace that you didn’t see how he could continue like this, but he never tired and his thrusts only got more powerful. 

“H.. I’m.. I..” You breathed out loud enough for him to hear.

Instead of replying, Harry sped up his actions all over your cunt and your nipples. He smirked when he could feel the rush of your release run through you and your legs started to shake from how strong an orgasm you were having. You breathed heavily as Harry kept on fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers pace making it impossible for you to regain your breathe easily. It was only when he couldn’t feel you release any more and your cunt had stopped making such wet noises that he stopped.

Kissing over your cunt one last time, he then moved up to hover over you and pressed his messy lips to yours. It allowed you to taste yourself all over him and if you hadn’t been so spent, maybe you would’ve come again just by that action alone. 

“I don’t know how I ever went without.” Harry laughed smugly, pulling away from your bruised and bitten lips. 

You tried to speak but you were too spent to say anything. 

“Oh, baby.” Harry laughed some more, brushing hair off your sticky forehead and kissing you softly there afterwards. “Y’okay?”

“Y-yeah but you…” You sighed, still coming down from your high.

“I would stay high and dry if it meant I got to eat you out like that every day.”

“W-well. You can still do that, but i’m letting you let go tonight.”

You turned around, Harry still above you, and started to grind your ass into his dick. He groaned harshly at first, not realising this is what you were going to do, but then he grabbed onto your hips and held on tight as you pushed your ass back onto his clothed cock.

“Fucking hell.” He grunted, bringing your hips back repetitively and letting you grind it as you so pleased.

He pulled down his boxers and let his dick free to move against the outside of your ass. Skin touching skin. You moaned as the contact and looked back to see him. His cock was so thick and long that you might’ve come again just at the sight of him. The feeling of his cock against your ass was so euphoric that you felt yourself riling up for another orgasm.

Harry moved your hips more against him and he gave a few powerful slaps to the sensitive skin, earning moans from both of you. He then moved a hand around to to the front of you and rubbed his fingers over your clit fast. You tried to focus on bouncing your ass back against him, but his fingers were making you weak and you started to slow down. Harry took his cock into his own hand and started pumping it, lining the tip up with the dimples above your ass.

“Come for me baby. Come with me.” He said huskily, before you let go over his fingers again and you felt his release dump all over the bottom of your spin and onto your back. Both of you moaned over the pleasure and when you collapsed down on the bed, Harry didn’t care about the mess made when he collapsed straight on top of you.

“That was a long time coming.” You spoke muffled into the pillow, “Pun intended.”

“Even after letting me have the best wank of my life and you’re still cracking jokes.” He laughed, kissing his lips so softly over your back.

After you’d both cleaned each other up, you both went to sleep and had the best nights sleep of your lives.

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✨ if BTS were the bridge crew of a Star Trek ship ✨

I have spent an absolutely u n h i n g e d amount of time on this

setting this in the 2370s, on a Lotus Flower class starship (bc how could I not?) with an exploration mission LET'S GO

Captain Kim Namjoon (obviously). A Bajoran, deeply philosophical & anti-imperialist. Top of his Academy class, just made Captain. USS Bangtan is his pride & joy, but his real devotion is to his crew, especially his 7-man bridge crew. His typical uncool Captain hobby (they all have one) is reciting poetry.

XO Commander Jung Hoseok, 2nd in command. Human, curious & deceptively hardy. Joon's details guy. Runs the crew with an effective combination of terrifying strictness & genuine love. Might close his eyes & hold on tight during ship maneuvers, don't call attention to it. Idolised by the junior bridge crew.

Chief Engineer Min Yoongi. Human, but raised Caitian (his parents were Federation citizens living on Cait, he went to Caitian nursery and school, had all Caitian friends and babysitters). People find him impossible to read; this is partly by his design & partly bc his body language is literally catlike. Genius engineer who secretly loves being relied on for miracles, but complains constantly. Very protective. The earpiece is so he can listen to music while he works; you know things are really fucking serious if he takes it out.

Chief Medical Officer Lt. Commander Kim Seokjin. His job consists of saving lives and yelling at people for being excessively heroic. The only one who can overrule Joon, if medically necessary. Enjoys spending time on the bridge making unhelpful jokes. Has ALL the best holosuite programmes. Told half the ship that the old-fashioned glasses are just for show because he likes the vintage aesthetic and the other half that they've got state-of-the-art micro-scanners for instant diagnostic information relay. Actually he's short-sighted but doesn't want to tell his patients he hasn't gotten around to getting that fixed yet.

Chief Comms Officer Lieutenant Park Jimin. Human-Betazoid, with empathetic psychic abilities. The ship's literal mood-maker. Adores his job, which he sees as "getting the whole galaxy to like him". Absolutely fantastic at first contact. Inseparable from Tae; they were the only two half-humans in their Academy class. Jimin had a harder time at school, despite not standing out so much visibly, and has absolutely flourished now he's found his place.

Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Kim Taehyung. Human-Orion & more than willing to use anti-Orion prejudices to manipulate situations. He plays up his sexy, sultry, vague persona, but his crew knows he's exceptionally hard to deceive or outmanoeuvre. Deadly loyal, especially to Jimin. Has a reputation for bending the rules, but it's hard to argue with his results.

Helmsperson Ensign Jeon Jungkook. Vulcan, very physically strong, mildly confused by everyone. Ace pilot, set Academy records in piloting & martial arts. It's his first day on the job, first ship, first crew, & he's so determined to impress his hyungs he's kinda scaring them!

#bts fanart #bts fanfic #bts #bts AU #TrekTan #Star Trek AU #serious I spent so long on this #like a really really ridiculous amount of time #but I love these images #and hey I'm on holidays #what are holidays for if not for creating weird BTS AUs

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You know the typical scene where the Hero has to convice you to stay away from the danger, to take shelter or something? That there's no other option or no more argument about it; and then s/o pull from his plaston (chest) and kiss him on the lips, with an explosion in the background. "You better come back." They say firmly, to not cry. Rise! Turtles reaction? Think that It might be their FIRST KISS❣️

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS DUDE I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH U HAVE NO IDEA- I rly took this and ran with it so they're a little long lol but GOD I LOVE SM

Honestly it's written like a one-shot and I could've absolutely changed the formatting, but I'm writing this under my desk in the middle of class I'm not takin any chances by taking longer :[

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Warnings: mentioned character death, cussing, general angst, pls lemme know if anything else should be warned !

( Romantic ) Rise ! Turtles x Gender Neutral Reader

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"Come Back."

The explosions are loud behind you, you can barely think past the sound and the flashes and feeling of the ground shaking beneath your feet.

You look at him, trying not to let your anxiety show. His brothers have already moved towards the fight, but he stayed back a bit, for you.

It's obvious that he's not going to be left behind for long, he knows he's needed, and so do you.

"..I'm coming with." You decide, standing up straight with shaking legs.

His expression contorts into one of pure horror. An emotion you had never seen from him.

You step forward, determined to stride past him into the fray, but his hands on your shoulders stop you.

- Raph -

He looks like he's about to break down in front of you

Sure you've seen him scared before, smelled him scared before too, but this? This is different than a simple spider in the kitchen, this is serious. This is life or death.

"Please don't. Please. I can't- I'm already risking my brothers- my family.. I can't risk you too."

"Raph-"

"You don't know how to fight! All you know is simple defense moves- this is big! Really big! I can't- you can't go, you can't, please don't-"

It hurt to listen to him like this. It hurt to see him slowly crumble in front of you, so obviously scared for everyone around him.

You made a decision then and there, hoping that it was the right one

He stared down at the ground in front of you, still begging with you not to go, when suddenly your hands were on his face and your lips were on his.

Oh.

You pulled back, tears streaming down both your faces.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, before you sniffled and nodded resolutely.

"You better come back." You demand of him, voice shaking as you slowly step back to let him go.

He takes a big deep breath and nods, slowly moving away from you as well.

"I will."

And then he's gone, and you're left to hope.

- Donnie -

He looks at you with a barely contained scowl

He's holding your shoulders as tight as he can, and you can feel him shake as he does so.

"You're going to get yourself killed."

His voice is as level as he can make it, trying so hard not to collapse into a panic attack.

"Donnie-" you try to protest, your voice displaying every intense emotion you were feeling at once, and that about broke him

"No! No you can't come with us! You can't fight, it's too dangerous for an on field medic, you're going to get yourself killed!"

"What about you?! What if you die?! Huh? What if your tech malfunctions, or they rip off your battle shell and leave you defenseless? What then!?"

You practically yelled in his face, and he simply gaped at you as you did so

You felt bad as soon as the words fell from your mouth, and you couldn't help the tears that fell as you glanced down to the ground between the both of you

"I.. I'm sorry D, I-"

And then he was kissing you.

Leaning forward and holding your shoulders even tighter than before. He was kissing you like his life depended on it.

You gaped at him as he pulled away, staring at you with unshed tears in his eyes.

"I'll be careful. Extra careful. I.. I'll be back, and we can.. do whatever you want. Okay?"

You stared at him for a moment, before a teary smile found its way onto your face.

"Okay. Yeah."

He nodded shakily, slowly letting go of your shoulders before taking a step or two back.

He gave you one last look before he flew out of sight.

You took a breath and nodded resolutely, turning when you heard the terrified screams from the new york civilians.

You couldn't be on the front lines, but, you decided, you could handle crowd control.

- Leo -

You can tell he's struggling with himself, trying to decide what route to take in this situation

Normally you'd give him time to think over his words, knowing his brain worked a little too fast sometimes

But now there was no time to think.

"Leo I'm coming with, I'm not letting you guys go by yourself. I can't.. I can't let you go by yourself."

Leo met your gaze and seemed to come to a decision, giving you a small smile.

"We'll be okay. You just have to trust us yeah?"

"How do you know that?"

"I just do-"

"No you don't Leo! You don't know!" You exclaimed, causing his smile to fall right off his face

"You have no idea what's about to happen! and I need to be there in case you all-!"

He panicked and reached for your face, pressing his lips to yours in one quick movement

The action stunned you into silence, and you watched as he pulled back, a little surprised with himself.

After a moment of nothinh, he gave you another smile, obviously forced, but trying so hard.

"We'll be fine. Me and the others are just.. we're out for patrol? Yeah? And we'll be back before you know it."

You blinked at him, before slowly nodding, playing along with his ploy to calm you.

"Okay. Okay, I'll.. see you when you get back" you mumbled, and his smile became just a bit more genuine

"Yeah. See ya." And then he was turning, rushing off to catch up with his brothers, as you turned away from them all, forcing yourself to believe Leo's obvious lie.

They'd be back. And you'd help them if they.. just so happened to have a few injuries from, "patrol"

- Mikey -

He stared for a second before pulling you into a tight hug.

You hugged back as tight as you could, and you both mutually felt the other shake in your arms.

He buried his face in your shoulder, mumbling his words almost inaudibly

"Please don't, I can't stop you but please don't." Hearing his broken voice made your tears finally fall

"I.. If I don't come then you might.."

"It won't help if you do!" He exclaimed, squeezing you even tighter.

"I want you to come and be there, I want to be able to see you at all times, but I'd only be putting you in danger!" He sobbed, lifting his head to look at you.

You watched as he broke down in front of you, begging you to understand why you couldn't come with.

But the only thing you could really think of is how much you loved him. And how little time you potentially had left.

You slowly raised your hands to his face, staring into his eyes as he slowly quieted under your gaze

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his as softly as you could, trying to portray every ounce of love you felt for him.

He stared at you with stars in his eyes as you pulled away, a small smile forming on your face despite it all

You'd give anything to just pluck him away from all this, but unfortunately, that was impossible.

"Okay." You mumbled, nodding once.

He sniffled, reaching up to wipe his eyes before meeting your gaze again and nodding back.

"Okay."

And with one final squeeze, you pushed him off of you and towards his brothers, giving him a reassuring smile as he ran off into the battle.

He'd be okay. And so would you. You'd have a happily ever after if it killed you.

#rottmnt michelangelo x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt raphael x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #Romeo Writes #i should go work on schoolwork now :(

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I’d love to hear more abt this arranged marriage au when u have time 👀

Oooooh, boy. I got a lot to say lmaoooooo

First off, let us look at things from Nancy's point of view.

Nancy grows up in a very different environment than Robin does. Robin's family may be poor, but they have history in the area. They have connections and friendships, as well as familial relationships, within the town of Hawkins.

In this AU, Nancy's parents, Ted and Karen, move to Hawkins from a neighboring town after getting married. Ted obviously gets a good job (lets say he manages a factory of some kind), but Karen's always nagging him about making more connections with the community, so he starts reaching out a bit at his job and makes friends with some of his workers. Robin's father gets a cushy office job at Ted's factory, they become fairly good friends under the circumstances, and Rob's dad tells Ted a lot about his family history and the town.

One day, Robin's father is using his lunch to go over profiles of other teens around Robin's age for a prospective betrothal. Ted, who had been mostly unbothered about arranging a betrothal for his kids so soon, asks Rob's dad about the process and how it's going. Rob's father admits that he's having a hard time finding a match for his omega daughter because she's not attracted to men, and only alpha females are considered socially acceptable to betroth to omega females. He wants her to be happy with her future mate, but things are rather difficult to navigate when there's not a whole lot of available options to see

At the time, Nancy had just presented shortly after Starcourt, and Ted's overjoyed (he doesn't show it cause he's Ted) to have a rare alpha daughter. It gives Karen some serious bragging rights for her little clubs, and life's pretty good in the Wheeler household. Nancy's even broken up with her boyfriend, John-something, after discovering their scents didn't resonate following her presentation. Ted knows the Buckley's are pretty well-known, they're not swimming in money, but from what he can tell- Robin's a nice girl with a job, extracurriculars, and she's pretty smart from what her father says.

Ted might not be the most mindfully active person, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one. Nancy's driven and has a bright future ahead of her- she's an alpha, a female alpha...

Exactly what Robin Buckley's father is looking for.

They start talking, discussing logistics. Robin's dad tells Ted about Robin's dreams, about her untraditional viewpoint of life and how she wants to travel and go to college. Nancy's the exact same way; Ted tells him about how hardworking she is, about how she'd be a good provider no matter what Robin decides to do. The two of them jot out a rough contract over the next week, and Ted happily presents it to Nancy and Karen one Friday night after Holly's gone to sleep and Mike's downstairs in the basement with his friends.

Needless to say, Nancy's not happy. She has plans for the future, and one of those plans involved eventually getting back together with Jonathan after their scents settle (she hopes they may resonate again). A betrothal would certainly hamper those plans. She argues with her father, but Ted's not backing down. Arranged betrothals and engagements are the norm, and he's given Nancy so much freedom already, this will be good for her. Karen's hesitant because of the abrupt manner of all this, but she's heard of Robin. She's seen her with the kids and with the Harrington boy. She seems like a good match for Nancy (certainly better than she and Ted were).

Nancy's stuck and she doesn't like it. She argues with her parents all the time, she avoids the weekly hangouts the Party does. She knows Robin doesn't know yet- Nancy's supposed to be on the one to initiate the courting process.

But she can't be around her- not when Nancy can't get over how good Robin smells. She hates it, hates how her inner alpha responds to just the idea of Robin, of claiming the omega, of becoming someone's alpha. She's always had a get-it-done mindset, as her father proudly said after her presentation- Nancy was a go-getter, she was smart, ambitious, and scared of nothing.

Yet she hated the idea of giving in so easily- of finding enjoyment in this trap. She knows the rules, she knows who's paying for her college, who's put a roof over her head, and who's given her the best life possible under these circumstances. Nancy will play along for now, but as soon as she can, she's breaking it off. She can play the long game- she doesn't have to put up with this forever. Both Robin and herself will one day be free of this farce.

Except, she doesn't expect Robin's reaction. The week before school starts, she goes with her parents to meet Robin's parents and pick out the traditional courting gift. She asks the kids to find out Robin's favorite colors from Steve, and finds a bracelet within her parent's (albeit rather generous) price range. It's pretty and about as untraditional as she risks going. She doesn't want to upset Robin, Nancy wants everything to be as smooth as possible, but it's hard to hide her dismay at the whole situation.

She hears her parents talking over the phone with Robin's parents the night before school starts. Nancy listens to their planning unfold, and she's oddly numb to it. She'll get out of it, she will. Before bed, her mother comes into the room and tells her she'll be taking Robin to school in the morning, and that she'll give the omega the courting gift and start the betrothal process. It's not complicated, a lot of it is just posturing and doing things their parents can brag about, but Nancy will play along like she planned.

Morning comes and Nancy gets ready like a robot. She looks her best, as always dressed to impress. She goes through the motions, and heads over to the Buckley's after her parents insist on taking the most embarrassing barrage of pictures she's ever been through. Mike awkwardly wishes her luck, and Holly gives her a giant hug while beaming with excitement for a new sister. It's all so surreal to Nancy, and she has to keep reminding herself that it's not permanent. She sprays a extra dose of scent suppressants and takes off.

Robin's parents open the door for her, beaming grins and all happy greetings. Robin looks shocked to see her, her face pale and blue eyes wide with a tinge of fear.

Nancy hates it- she hates the fact that Robin's scared. She doesn't know how to fix it, doesn't know how to make her feel better. They leave the house and she opens the passenger-side door for Robin, taking her father's advice and being a 'real alpha.' They don't speak the whole way to the school. Nancy hasn't had a chance to be alone with Robin yet, and her scent burrows into her mind and imprints itself there. Nancy's inner alpha is ecstatic, she's obsessed, but she can't face it- she can't allow herself to fall into this. It's just her instincts, it's just her base biology. She's not an animal, she's not going to salivate over this omega like some uncontrollable beast. Nancy's better than that.

They arrive at school and park. The silence stretches on. Robin's fidgeting and obviously nervous- Nancy can smell it on her, even with her suppressants. The omega calls to her inner alpha, and it's unlike any feeling she's ever gotten with Steve or Jonathan.

It's so fucking unfair.

Finally, Nancy can't take it. She turns to Robin and asks her if she knows what's going on- what all this means? Robin shyly replies that she has an idea, with a surprising hint of snark shining through. It stuns Nancy, who quickly looks away to hide the unintentional smile that tries to stretch across her lips. She retrieves the bracelet and shows Robin, who visibly balks at the expensive piece of jewelry.

Yet Nancy can tell Robin likes it, and it pleases her more than she'd care to admit. With forced confidence, Nancy reaches over and fastens the bracelet to Robin's wrist. She takes a moment to admire it, before they return to the silence that dominates their morning.

Nancy sees too many people waltzing around outside their car, and she knows she needs to go check in with the newspaper club before homeroom. She tells Robin to get out of the car, that they're going to be late. She doesn't see the way her future omega's face seems to fall at her tone, nor does she realize just how harsh she's coming across. Robin's far too sensitive to these things, but Nancy's unaware of it. She walks with Robin long enough to ensure they make it into the main building before she breaks off towards her club headquarters.

Nancy's too conflicted about this- she's thinking too much. This is temporary, she just needs to play along for now.

She tries not to acknowledge the way her inner alpha hates the idea of leaving their potential mate. Their scents meld well together, even with all the suppressants they wear. They're compatible, but Nancy doesn't want to admit it- she doesn't want this choice taken from her- from them. This is for the better, she'll talk to Robin eventually, she just needs time.

But as the months past, she drags her feet. Things escalate, and Nancy ends up doing the one things she promised herself she wouldn't do- she hurts Robin.

#omegaverse #ronance #ronance abo #ronance omegaverse #alpha nancy wheeler #omega robin buckley #betrothal au

[andipxndy-writes]

crushes

fandom: abbott elementary warnings: none requested by: @nyx101sthings word count: 6.7k

cross-posted to ao3

summary: Let's be honest: Gregory's crush on Janine was obvious to everyone. Or, rather, almost everyone. But that didn't mean they were all going to talk to him about it. No, instead they were just going to sit back and watch, maybe get some popcorn, act as though they didn't know a thing when almost all of them were also aware of Janine reciprocating the crush and neither of them realising. The one person who didn't know? Well, he's obviously determined to get them together. In other words: how the teachers at Abbott realised that Gregory and Janine liked each other.

crushes

1: Melissa

Melissa first noticed Gregory’s looks a month into his first year there. Sure, he was only a sub, covering for someone who wasn’t there, but the way he was looking at Janine made her think that he was going to be there a lot longer than just the year.

Of course, she wasn’t the type to voice her suspicions, considering that sort of gossip was the sort of thing that could absolutely embarrass a teacher and make the rest of their career absolute hell—

Oh who was she kidding.

“So what’s up with the lovesick puppy?” she asked as she sat down next to Barbara. The two were on their lunch break in the staff kitchen and, for some reason, there were no other teachers in there. Not that they were complaining. They were likely all on lunch duties or going out for lunch or something like that.

Barbara looked up from her sandwich at Melissa’s question, raising an eyebrow at her. “Lovesick puppy?”

“Yeah, you know.” The redhead unwrapped her sandwich as she spoke, not once taking her eyes off her co-worker and best friend. “That boy can’t keep his eyes off Janine whenever she’s around. Like he’s never seen anyone that small, but he actually likes it.”

“Well, considering the young man’s height, it may very well be the case that he’s used to being around tall people anyway,” Barbara pointed out, and Melissa scoffed.

“We’re all used to being around taller people in general,” she pointed out. At Barbara’s raised eyebrow, she corrected herself: “Taller adults. But that doesn’t mean we stare at Janine all day wondering how she could be so small.”

“We’ve had two years to get used to it.”

“There is something up with that kid,” Melissa insisted. “He just… he stares at her. Like he can’t stop staring at her. It’s so—”

“Weird?” Barbara offered, and Melissa knew that the woman was probably hoping to stop her from saying anything else.

She wasn’t going to give her that luxury.

“—freaky.” She ignored the way Barbara rolled her eyes at her. “I’m serious! He just always stares at her, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be looking at! It’s concerning! He might walk into a door or something.” Which would be more entertaining than concerning for Melissa, if she was being honest, but she still had to show that she cared at least a little bit for the other teachers. Or she would look like a real bitch.

And she was only a bit of a bitch.

Barbara’s lack of response simply told Melissa that her work bestie was thinking the exact same thing, but she believed she had the decency to not say it out loud. Or, at least, that she liked Gregory enough to not go around saying those kinds of things.

Such a godly woman.

“Come on, you can’t seriously be telling me that you don’t find this whole staring thing as creepy as I do.”

“Well.” Melissa raised her eyebrows at Barbara. The other woman was clearly considering her words carefully. Which only made Melissa want to laugh, really, because there wasn’t any way that you could consider your words carefully in this situation without sounding like you were calling Gregory a creep. Not in her opinion (and she knew that her opinion was right).

“Well, what?”

“Is it really that bad to have a man admiring you? Not that I can really see what Gregory admires so much in Janine,” Barbara added on quickly, only for Melissa to hold her hand up to stop her.

The redhead knew that was an outright lie coming out of the kindergarten teacher’s mouth. “Come on, you know the kid’s at least attempting to be good at her job despite her shortcomings.”

“If that was meant to be a pun,” Barbara let the empty threat hang, making Melissa laugh. “Regardless, if it isn’t harming anyone for him to do a bit of admiring—”

“Sure, sure, as long as it isn’t interfering with his job.” Melissa waved off the argument. She supposed Barbara had a good point. If it wasn’t getting in the way of him doing his job, and if it didn’t get in the way of Janine doing her job either, then there wasn’t any point bringing it up as an issue.

——

Melissa noticing that Janine had a crush on Gregory took longer than it should have for her, admittedly, but she wasn’t surprised by it in the slightest. Considering how long she’d been with that tool, Tariq, Melissa got the feeling that any piece of decent meat would be good enough for her.

Gregory, though? The guy was nice, but Janine had to have better standards.

The only thing that Melissa would commend her on was not being obvious about it as the guy who was so obviously crushing on her — Melissa didn’t know whether the young woman knew it yet, considering how dense Janine could be, but if she did know then she was setting good boundaries and standards. And if she didn’t know, well. Then Gregory had to open his big mouth and say something.

“That little knock thing they do is kind of cute,” she commented to Barbara over a little girlfriend coffee date. Her coffee mug steamed in her hands as she glanced out of the window, as though she could see Janine and Gregory walking past right then. Except she couldn’t because neither of them would come to this side of Philly on a weekend unless they’d planned to meet up with someone, and as far as she knew their dating lives were either uneventful or not the type to come down this way.

(Not that she was complaining about that — those bubbly upstarts could leave this side of Philly for the rest of them.)

Barbara raised a single eyebrow as she sipping on her cup of tea, watching Melissa. “Knocking thing?”

“Yeah, knocking thing.” Melissa rapped on the table as if to demonstrate. “Becomes a bit of a pain in the ass when you realise they’re using it to ask each other for conversations during class hours.”

That was what made Barbara roll her eyes. “During class hours?”

“Yeah.” Melissa watched her friend carefully, recognising that steely look in her eye. The look of a mother who wanted to tell off her child. “Barb, don’t. Don’t interfere with that little cutesy thing they’ve got going on. It’ll either blossom or fade.”

“They’re asking each other for conversations during class hours.”

“Blossom, or fade.”

The repeated phrase was enough to get Barbara to deflate a little, and she sighed into her tea. “Fine.” She took a sip of her hot beverage. “Let’s hope they pick one soon.”

For the safe of their classroom wall, Melissa hoped for the same thing.

***

2: Barbara

Contrary to what she’d told Melissa, Barbara had noticed Gregory’s affection for Janine within two weeks of him being at the school.

It wasn’t like he was hiding the whole thing. He probably thought he was doing a whole lot better at it than he actually was, but Barbara absolutely knew that the man looked and acted like a lovesick puppy.

That sort of thing was hard to hide from onlookers. (Particularly when some of those onlookers were camera crew specifically paid to watch every hour of their working days — she hadn’t seen the footage yet, and doubted that she would see it anytime soon, but she got the feeling that the majority of those longing looks that Gregory was sending Janine’s way were being caught on camera.) It was sweet, though, if Barbara was being honest. It reminded her of her younger days, when men had tried to date her (or rather, court her) and she’d turned them down but had still received those longing looks. Longing looks that remained even after she’d got married.

That sort of thing had been unavoidable when she was younger. When people had found her undeniably attractive, a brand-new teacher ready to take on the education system and make the world a better place through the nation’s children.

Looking at Janine, she idly wondered whether it was the optimism for improving the educational system that had made her attractive all those years ago.

Instead of trying to gossip about it, though (like she knew certain teachers would), she decided it would be better to let the whole thing run its course. After all, as with most of the men that had crushed on her in the past, it would most likely fade over time.

She could definitely pinpoint the first moment she’d noticed it, though. Heading to Janine’s class to ask her for something (she’d borrowed a pen from her that morning, and Barbara wanted it back), she’d almost bumped into Gregory standing in the corridor. He was standing there to make sure his kids were walking into the classroom properly, of course, but his eyes weren’t focused on the kids. Barbara could easily see that his eyes weren’t focused on the kids.

No, they were focused on the young teacher with her back to him, who was guiding her own kids into her classroom.

Barbara decided to wait for a few moments to see if he would notice that there was someone else there, before clearing her throat. The way he jumped and turned quickly to her was entertaining to a couple of the kids until Barbara glared at them.

“I would advise that you keep an eye on your children instead of watching how other teachers do it, Mr. Eddie,” she chided lightly, hoping that she sounded more like she was offering advice than telling him off. “Some of these kids know how to make you… work for your money.”

He stared at her for a few moments, before nodding. Not even an appreciative smile on his face. “Of course. Thank you for the suggestion, Mrs. Howard.”

She continued to watch him for a few moments, to see if he would follow her advice straight away, but he was still staring at her, so she nodded. Like she was finishing the conversation. “Fantastic. Now, if you’d just let me past? I need to speak with Miss Teagues.”

“Oh!” Gregory quickly moved to the side, forcing the last of his kids to walk in a wider circle around him to get into the classroom so that Barbara could pass. “Of course. I apologise, Mrs. Howard.”

“It’s no problem at all.” She gave him one last smile before passing him, giving one of his kids a high-five as they passed her before heading over to Janine. Even as she walked over, she was very sure that she could feel Gregory’s lingering gaze on herself and the younger teacher before he followed his kids into his classroom and started the lesson.

That boy really had to practice getting better at hiding his feelings.

——

What took her longer to notice was the fact that the feelings weren’t exactly a one-way thing. No, they were reciprocated.

“Are you still with that boy?” she asked, and she knew that the expression on her face was some sort of mix between disgust and surprise. She also knew that Janine’s reaction to her comment was a very poorly veiled offense that she quickly tried to cover up with laughter.

“Who, Tariq?” the younger teacher laughed, scratching her arm (a nervous habit, Barbara had noticed) as she glanced away. “No, no. I, uh… we split up.” She gave half a shrug. “We thought it would be, you know, better if we went our separate ways. He had his path in life, I have mine.”

Barbara wasn’t exactly convinced that Janine was so sure about that herself, but she nodded anyway, offering the young woman what she hoped was a comforting smile. “Of course. Everyone has their own path in life, and that means that someone you may have known for a specific period in your life needs to leave. Not everyone needs to be in your life all the time.”

“Of course, I know that.” Janine was still laughing a bit, and it sounded more forced now, like she was trying to convince herself more than Barbara. “But I’ll be fine! Really. I just need a bit of time to adjust to paying the rent, and I’ll be perfectly okay.”

Barbara wasn’t sure what to think about the language that Janine was using, but if it was the sort of language that convinced her that things were going to be okay — if this sort of positivity was what was helping her through this breakup, then she wasn’t going to tell her to stop using it. God knew that she didn’t need the girl being all negative on her anytime soon.

Before she could say anything, though, she spotted Gregory coming out of his classroom from where she and Janine were standing outside the second grade classrooms. The man was very clearly getting ready to leave, briefcase in hand and coat on as though he was completely done for the day and ready to go. But the interesting part wasn’t even Gregory coming out of his classroom and getting ready to go.

It was the way Janine watched him as he left the classroom, her eyes focused on him. It was the way her hand moved from scratching her arm to gently playing with her necklace, the way she ever so slightly bit her lip as she stared at him. It was the way her lips curved up the slightest bit, as though she wanted to smile, but didn’t know what exactly she was smiling at, so decided against it. It was the way she watched him keenly, as though she was waiting for him to turn around and talk to her.

It was the same way Barbara had watched Melissa stare at Gary when he’d first started coming in and sorting out the vending machine for them. It was the same way that she’d seen her daughter stare at Gregory the first couple of times that she’d seen him.

It was the same way her sister had described her looking at her husband when they’d first met.

She barely hid the smirk that threatened to grow on her face when Gregory turned towards them, and Janine’s face lit up.

“Hey, Janine, you good?”

“Yeah!”

“Your car still in the shop?”

Barbara’s eyebrows rose as she looked at Janine. “Your car’s in the shop?”

“Yeah, it’s in the shop.” Barbara didn’t know whether Janine had intended to ignore her or not, but she had.

“You want a ride home?”

Barbara could practically see the blush on Janine’s face. “Sure! Let me just grab my stuff.” That was the point at which Janine seemed to realise that Barbara was still there, and the smile she gave her this time was ten times more realistic than the forced laugh from earlier. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Howard!”

Barbara simply watched Janine rush in and grab her stuff, and then glanced at Gregory. Gregory, who smiled awkwardly at Barbara, as though he felt as if he knew that she knew he was crushing on the woman getting her stuff ready. She simply chuckled as she popped her head into Janine’s classroom.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Janine,” she said, before turning to walk back to her classroom. “You too, Gregory.”

Even as she walked back to her classroom, though, she shook her head.

If those two were as oblivious as they were behaving, then this whole crushing thing they had for each other was going to be their entertainment for the rest of the academic year.

***

3: Ava

Gregory’s crush on Janine was obvious. Too obvious. Ava was pretty sure she’d spotted it super early on, but she also knew that she couldn’t let on that she knew about it. Because as fine as that man was, he also had a sense of pride and she wasn’t going to hurt that.

No, no, a man with a wounded pride simply made him less attractive. She had to keep the one good looking man on her staff as attractive as possible.

Still, the looks were pretty obvious. Aside from the fact that almost everything was on camera (and she got access to that footage, mostly to make sure they caught shots of her good side), that man spent way too many working hours staring at the shortest teacher in the school. And that was a long way down to look, in Ava’s opinion. (She was much closer to his height and probably better looking, too.)

All jokes (and shade) aside, Ava didn’t realise all his staring was because he actually liked Janine until she spotted the way he hung out around her after school. Like some sort of cute little lost puppy looking for someone to give him a good cuddle. In fact, from the look on his face, Ava was very much tempted to head straight over to him and offer him those cuddles (knowing full well that the offer would make him uncomfortable but would also stop him from feeling so lost), but then she realised that he wasn’t just staring into space. He was staring at someone.

She slowly turned, following the direction of his gaze, and almost choked.

Like yeah, sure, he was standing near the door to Janine’s classroom and watching her help a kid out in getting their coat on before they ran out to find their parent or whatever, but what about that warranted staring for hours when you could be doing literally anything else?

Still, she had to admit, whilst him standing there was a little creepy… it was a little funny. Cute. Interesting, even. She didn’t get why a guy like him would stoop down to Janine’s level—

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

The way he jumped and turned to face her was entertaining. The look of shock on his face was pure gold. The way he wasn’t immediately fawning over her was a little disappointing but they could work on that. She had other people who did that already anyway.

“Ava.” She ignored how he still didn’t refer to her as Principal Coleman when he wasn’t around any of the other students — so whenever he didn’t have to. Which was valid. It meant that she could relax around him, right?

“Mr. Eddie,” she greeted with a grin on her face. She shifted to lean on the wall beside the doorway to Janine’s classroom, so that Gregory had no choice but to look at her if he also wanted to look at Janine. Just so that she could feel as though he was paying some sort of attention to her. “Your class all gone? What are you still doing here? You could be going out, taking a lucky lady out on a date.” She flipped her hair. “I could even be that date. You wanna take me out on a date?”

Gregory cleared his throat, folding his hands together behind his back. “I don’t really think that’s appropriate, actually.”

She just grinned at him. “Oh that’s fine. I’ll just ask you again when we get out the main doors. It’ll be appropriate then, right?”

“Hey, Gregory.”

Of course, at that moment, Janine thought it would be a very smart idea to interrupt the conversation — her kid had left through the other door, and she’d grabbed her things to get ready to head home (or to the staff room to grab her stuff before heading home, Ava didn’t really know what her leaving routine was but that was likely because she had a tendency to ignore it). When the tiny woman noticed that Ava was also there, she gave her an equally bright smile — one that made Ava want to roll her eyes at least a little bit.

“Hi, Ava!” Her brows furrowed a little in concern. “Did you need to speak to me about something? Should I go and put my stuff down? Are you calling an impromptu meeting or something—”

“No.” Ava scoffed. “Hell no. I have plans. Sales to make, people to see. Important stuff. Nothing to do with you.” She waved her hand around casually, gesturing vaguely to Janine (no matter how vague she tried to make it, it was obvious that it was aimed at Janine anyway). “I just want to make sure you actually leave the building. Don’t need any squatters.” The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she saw the look of irritation flash across Janine’s face, but before the smaller woman could say anything (and before Ava could think about trying to apologise), the principal turned towards Gregory and shot him a sweet smile. “Good night Gregory. Make sure you get home safe. I want to see that gorgeous ass in the morning.”

She knew for a fact that he was staring with some sort of horrified look into one of the many cameras scattered around the school, but she didn’t care. Because she also knew that those two would probably stand there chatting for hours if they had it their way, and she’d warned them about leaving the school. Glancing over her shoulder, she almost smirked at the way Gregory had physically relaxed around Janine, hands in his pockets as they chatted.

Hmm. She’d have to ask Gregory how long they hung around for tomorrow. Couldn’t have teachers loitering around the school after everyone else has left. That was her job.

——

Realising that Janine liked Gregory back was easy. Stupidly so, in Ava’s mind. That woman was about as bad at hiding her feelings for the incredibly sexy tall man as she was at reaching things on high shelves.

Like, sure, maybe it wasn’t the totally obvious staring that Gregory did when he thought the cameras weren’t watching him, but that tiny woman gravitated like the moon to a planet. With emphasis on moon to planet because moons were small and planets were large… right? (See, Ava did learn something at school.)

If Ava was being honest though, at first she thought that Janine was doing that incredibly annoying thing of picking a person and sticking to them like glue until they either befriended her or got annoyed with her. She’d watched her attempt to do it with Barbara, Melissa, and that whole slew of new teachers she started teaching at Abbott with. (Jacob was the only one who seemed to go along with her stupid method of making friends, which made a lot of sense to Ava. Weirdos attracting weirdos and all that.)

It was when she realised that the two of them talked just as much alone as they did around the other teachers that she realised something was up. Yeah, yeah, she’d always seen the chemistry between them that was there before and all that, but talking? Alone? Janine cornered people, but that look on her face when she was talking alone with Gregory was a different sort of look.

It was the same look that Iggy gave her when he thought she wasn’t really paying attention to his expressions during a conversation. Which at first she’d thought was creepy, but then she realised it was cute because he was paying attention to her and she definitely appreciated having someone paying attention to her at all times.

But it was the look of someone who believed that the person they were talking to way important, and Janine very clearly thought that Gregory was important. Important enough to have conversations with alone instead of with the group, and long conversations at that.

Of course, when she mentioned this in passing to Iggy, he told her that she was probably reading too much into it. Like her snooping wasn’t the sort of thing to get the right results. Except Ava knew she was brilliant at snooping and retrieving the right information and she knew for a fact that something was up with Janine.

Her suspicions, of course, were only confirmed when she overheard Melissa and Barbara talking about it in the staff room one lunch time, when Gregory and Janine were out on lunch duty. She paused in making her coffee to overhear the conversation.

“Are they still doing the knocking thing?”

“Yeah, I can see them doing it from across the corridor.”

“…Don’t you think it’s getting disruptive now?”

“If it was disruptive, it would’ve been disruptive from the moment they started doing it.”

“So are you saying it’s not disruptive?”

“I’m just saying that it’s… well, it’s them being them about it.”

“Flirty?”

“Those two don’t know how to flirt.”

“So you two have noticed the little looks and talks between those two as well?” Ava suddenly asked, turning around to face them with her coffee in one hand and the sugar in another. “It’s about time! I thought I was the only one!” She put the sugar down as she made herself welcome at their table, ignoring the way the two women stared at her. “That man’s been staring at her like he was thirsty from the moment he arrived in this building, and her? That girl wants to glue herself to him like her life depends on it.” She grinned at the two women. “I knew I couldn’t be the only person who noticed.”

Barbara and Melissa glanced between each other, almost as though they were having a silent conversation, before Melissa slowly leaned closer to Ava.

“What else have you seen?”

Ava could not deny that her eyes practically lit up when she heard those words. Now was her chance to spill.

***

4: Mr. Johnson

Mr. Johnson prided himself on being the person who knew anything and everything around the school. Sure, he knew that all those teachers gossiped and spread news and couldn’t keep secrets between them, but he saw everything happen first-hand. He had eyes and ears everywhere. He knew what was going on.

He also knew that the other teachers knew this, so he suspected that was why they tried so hard to gossip amongst each other first so that they didn’t feel like he was spying on them. He was fine with that. He let them believe that he didn’t know everything first. He was willing to let them fall into that false sense of security.

He knew that there was something about Gregory liking Janine before they ended up sitting by the computer screen trying to catch the deskers. Sure, it had been a lot more interesting seeing Gregory’s reaction to Janine up close, watching that young man’s eyes glue to her on the screen like a man seeing an angel. But the way he looked at her from afar? The way that man watched her? That was too obvious.

Pinpointing the exact moment he realised that man was fawning over Miss Teagues was difficult, though, because it was more like you didn’t know and then you knew. At least, that was the way it was in Mr. Johnson’s mind. One day, he had no idea — he just walked around, pretending he was minding his own business whilst snooping on all the teachers and kids, and the next day he just knew that Gregory liked Janine. He knew there was something about her that he was obsessed with. He knew there was something about her that meant Gregory couldn’t take his eyes off her when she was in the room.

Of course, it then became Mr. Johnson’s mission to figure out exactly what it was that made Gregory tick. What made him like Janine? What made him pick Janine over any of the other female teachers? What were that young man’s turn ons and turn offs? It was like his own personal research project, and the results? They were just for him. Like his own personal private research project.

Snooping on the other teachers didn’t exactly help him to figure it out.

What it did help him to figure out, though, was how bad Gregory was at hiding his little crush on Miss Teagues. Staring at a woman for hours on end because you liked her was not the way to go, but clearly Mr. Eddie hadn’t worked that out yet.

The day he realised exactly what it was that made Janine stand out from the rest, he was mopping the end of the corridor. A couple of the kids had stayed behind after school because their parents couldn’t come and pick them up, but he couldn’t wait for everyone to leave before starting on his cleaning, or he’d be there until the morning. That was why he started at the very end of the corridor, beginning his mopping with his Beats headphones covering his ears. But not even LL Cool J could distract him from what was going on at the other end of the first floor corridor.

Gregory was, as usual, standing outside of his classroom and doing his usual staring. Borderline creepy, but he had a soft smile on his face so it seemed a little less so. There was a camera on him, of course.

But his eyes were drawn to the young woman standing across the corridor from Gregory, knelt in front of a child as she helped them to sort out their coat zipper. The way she was talking to them and smiling at them, even though Mr. Johnson couldn’t hear what they were saying he had an idea of what was going on. Something about that zipper being difficult to sort out, so it’s not their fault that they couldn’t do it up, or something like that. Or maybe she was showing them how to do their zipper so that they could do it next time.

Either way, whatever she was doing or saying was enough to have that young man’s eyes glued to her. Which was more than a little interesting.

And then, suddenly, she was done. The zipper on the coat was up, and the kid was grinning at her with that huge gap in their teeth, probably from a tooth they’d lost or something. Maybe one of the other kids had even punched it out. But the little gap-toothed angel bid his teacher farewell before running off down the corridor, massive backpack on their back bouncing along with them as they headed in the direction Mr. Johnson assumed their parent would be.

The moment he focused on the teachers again, he watched as Gregory quickly looked away when Janine turned towards him, as though he hadn’t been staring the whole time, and smirked to himself, continuing to mop.

That boy was head over heels for her.

——

You would think that, after figuring out that Mr. Eddie had a crush on Miss Teagues, observing the opposite would be the same. And in the case of Mr. Johnson, you would be right.

Maybe she wasn’t as obvious about it as Mr. Eddie was, but he could still see it. He could still see the way she tended to linger around him and talk to him more than with other teacher. She smiled more when she talked to him. She always found a way to sit next to him in meetings, and he didn’t get annoyed like the other teachers.

She even forfeited sitting next to Jacob for some of those meetings.

The moment he first noticed it, though? He was in one of the school’s many rooms, looking out of the window across the school parking lot. He watched as Janine arrived in her car, the tiny teacher’s vehicle recognisable in the parking lot as the only one that regularly needed work done on it. Like she couldn’t afford to go to a garage or something. The body looked good today, but the exhaust? Sounded bad.

But then she didn’t get out of her car. Mr. Johnson stood at the window, watching her, waiting for her to just… get out of her vehicle and come inside. Like the usually did. All peppy and excited about her teaching day, irritating the rest of them with her positivity at that time of the morning without coffee. But she was sitting in her car, not moving. Maybe even waiting for something.

That was when he realised that she was waiting for someone.

And the only reason he realised that was because a couple of cars down, a certain Mr. Eddie parked his car. Obviously it was a smoother ride than hers, and his exhaust definitely didn’t sound like shit, but as soon as his engine turned off and his car door opened, Janine’s car door also opened. And she was climbing out at the same time as him. And she was smiling brightly at him.

Mr. Johnson didn’t need to have the windows open to know the conversation they were having. He just watched the two of them with a smirk as Janine closed and locked her car, before heading over to him, still chatting and smiling brightly. He shook his head a little as the two of them spoke for a bit, before heading towards the school building together.

There was no way in hell that those two could be less subtle about their crushes on each other. But waiting in that car for him to arrive before walking into the building with him? That was dedication. And a dedicated woman was a strong candidate for a good partner, if Mr. Johnson did say so himself.

He watched them as they walked towards the main entrance, nudging each other playfully and laughing. Like they were more than colleagues.

More than friends.

“Those two couldn’t be more oblivious if they tried,” he muttered, shaking his head with a smile.

“Mr. Johnson?” Ava’s voice came from the door to the room, but he didn’t bother looking over at her. “What are you doing? The ground floor toilets need cleaning before the tiny menaces come in and wreck them.”

He wanted to sigh, but Ava had a point. Those kids sure knew how to wreck a toilet.

“Just keeping an eye on the lovebirds,” he commented casually as he moved to head out of the room, pulling his mop along beside him. “Someone’s gotta make sure those two are keeping that little game they play interesting.”

He didn’t say much else as he headed out of the room, but he knew that Ava headed over to the window to see what he was talking about.

He also knew that Ava already knew about Gregory (that much was obvious), and probably also knew about Janine as well. And he knew that he didn’t need to wait around for any comments that she was going to make about them to the open air.

He’d probably overhead everything again later, during lunch time in the staff room. Those women could spread some juicy gossip when Janine and Gregory weren’t there.

***

5: Jacob

Jacob was oblivious. To everything. That was what he realised when he found out that Gregory liked Janine.

He was oblivious to his own friend liking his work bestie.

He wanted to claim that it wasn’t obvious. After all, it wasn’t as though Gregory had told him that he liked Janine in that way, and everyone had a habit of staring at Janine. Granted, most people only stared when she was saying or doing something that was kind of stupid, but Gregory’s staring wasn’t out of place. He was looking at Janine for good reason most of the time that Jacob noticed. Like, a good, valid reason that was relevant to the situation that they were in.

And Gregory never seemed to stare when Janine wasn’t talking about something important or valid.

Besides, he was a good teacher. Whenever Jacob hung around them both, he didn’t feel ignored by either of them. Gregory let him be his friend, and they talked. He was a good guy.

In other words, there was no way that Jacob would’ve been able to tell that Gregory had a crush on Janine until he’d been told outright.

And apparently every other teacher knew about this whole crush situation, meaning that he was the last person to know. He’d been left in the dark.

Clearly.

When Gregory told him, though, things started to make sense. They all shared the same staff room and parked in the same car park, but somehow Janine and Gregory walked into the building together every day. They all sat at the same table, but Janine always offered Gregory food first, and Gregory always gravitated towards talking to Janine over anyone else.

Of course, that led to his next discovery.

Janine liked Gregory too.

“Why doesn’t anyone tell me any of these things?” Jacob demanded, looking between all of the other teachers in the room. And by all of the other teachers, he meant Barbara, Melissa, and Ava. “You all knew that he has a crush on her, and that she has a crush on him! And no one thought to tell me?”

“We thought you knew!” Melissa argued back. “It was pretty damn obvious! Those two ogle all over each other and have their own little… knocking thing they do to talk to each other during classes.”

“They talk to each other during classes?” Jacob looked like he was about to cry because of a major case of FOMO. “Neither of them talk to me!”

“You’re on a different floor,” Barbara pointed out. “What are they going to do, climb the stairs to have a conversation?”

Jacob’s mouth opened and closed a few times as he really thought through what he had said. Huh. She had a point there. Even as he watched Ava literally pour have a tub of sugar into her coffee, he realised that there was no way he could ask for his friends downstairs to come up and talk to him when they had whole classes to keep an eye on.

But Gregory and Janine liking each other?

“We need to get them to start dating.”

“Absolutely not,” Barbara cut in, stopping Jacob in his tracks, at the same time that Melissa said, “Those two would be absolutely unbearable together.”

“If those two are going to get together, it needs to happen naturally and without us interfering, or it could go terribly wrong,” Barbara pointed out patiently. “We need to let them figure it out themselves. Besides, this has been a big growing year for Janine, and we don’t want to interfere with that by taking over her love life.”

“Plus, I can’t just have two teachers start dating because y’all start shipping them or whatever,” Ava commented casually, sipping on her coffee. “If they date, it’s not going to start on my premises. Can you imagine the kinds of things the parents will say about me if I let two teachers start dating? I’d rather they think they’re doing it behind my back when I actually know what’s going on.”

Jacob looked between the three of them incredulously, his brows furrowed. “You’re just going to… let this go? You’re not going to help them out?” he asked slowly.

“Absolutely not.” Melissa pointed her finger in his face. “And we forbid you from helping them out too.”

“Let it grow organically,” Barbara encouraged. “It’ll be much healthier for them both. Trust us.”

Jacob looked between the three women. Two of them were significantly easier to trust than the third, admittedly, but he supposed Barbara had a point. It would be better for them if things grew organically, if they just let things happen instead of forcing them between the two.

But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Fine,” he muttered, sitting back in his seat with a sigh. “We’ll let it grow organically.” The idea of those two not getting together because they didn’t do anything to help their relationship along kind of worried him, but he pushed it aside. Just to prove to himself that he could listen to them and let the relationship grow organically.

The moment he saw Mr. Johnson walk past that staff room door, though — the moment he saw the man give him a smirk and a little wink — he knew he couldn’t just sit around and wait for them. He had to help them out.

And if that meant talking Gregory into asking Janine out, then so be it.

Now to just find a time to talk to him about it in private…

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