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roses-for-rosalyn · 10 months

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Ms. Anderson

Abby x reader

This one is an unhinged fantasy I have had for so fucking long dude. I literally had to finish this up while I was at a beach house with my family which is the most unhinged thing I’ve ever done.

Summary: Ms. Anderson hires you as a maid, but she has some particularly odd requests.

Word count: 5k of pure filth

Content warnings: maid reader, business lady Abby, Abby is also kind of a pervert hehe, teasing, use of tie as a restraint 🤭, thigh riding, clear consent 🫡, vibrator use, edging, overstimulation, Abby is referred to as Miss or Ms. Anderson most of the time, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), aftercare yay, let me know if I missed anything

Minors dni (will not hesitate to hunt you down 🥰)

Working for Ms. Anderson was a… unique experience. You’d been a maid for a couple years, you worked hard to make your way up to work in upper class houses. Better conditions meant not having to deal with cleaning up what were basically crime scenes for lower than minimum wage. There’s not much you wouldn’t do to keep your place in these houses. So when Ms. Anderson hired you, you agreed to some extremely odd requests. She offered to pay double what most clients would if you agreed to wear a maid costume. Yeah like the black collared dress and frilly white apron. You would normally just wear a button down and jeans, professional, but comfortable. Of course you agreed money was money and when it came down to it she wasn’t asking for a whole lot. Like, yes in theory the suggestion could come off as creepy, but for the amount she was paying it didn’t bother you nearly as much as it should. She lived alone too, you assumed she mostly paid for the company, the house was rarely that dirty when you came to visit.

The first day you showed up to work in the uniform you felt ridiculous. Ms. Anderson opened the door revealing you in the black collared dress, white frilly apron, sheer black tights and to top it all off a pair of black heels. She barely maintained a neutral expression while looking you up and down, slowly dragging her eyes over your whole body. She nodded and simply said “Good.” before gesturing you to come inside. You pinned the odd reaction down to nerves.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would try to be in the same room with her whenever she was home. You liked looking at her too. Every day she wore a white button down and pleated pants. Her muscular arms strained against the white fabric and the first time you saw her dressed like that you drooled a little. You could tell when she had important meetings because she would add a tie and blazer to her outfit. Those days you had a hard time keeping your eyes off of her. Occasionally you would stare too long, daydreaming about Ms. Anderson using her strength to do whatever she wanted to you. In the morning she would scroll through the news on her phone while drinking her coffee, occasionally looking up and observing you, you could feel her eyes on you even while you faced away from her. When she hired you for evenings she would watch T.V. in the living room. She would let her eyes wander to you, watching you dust and fluff pillows. She loved watching you move in the uniform, when you bent over to fluff the pillows she could catch a glimpse of under your skirt. She knew you only wore a black thong under those tights, she liked to think it was just for her. Her mind would wander, imagining bending you over the couch, ripping a hole in those sheer tights and fucking you senseless.

Most of the time though she would be at work while you were cleaning, so you would rarely have conversations with her, especially in the mornings, she would always be in a rush. In the evenings though, you were usually able to make small talk. You would ask about her day and her job, sometimes you would get lucky and even make her laugh. Abby normally wasn’t super talkative, but she enjoyed her little conversations with you. She would always try and compliment you when talking to you. She thought was walking a fine line between creepy and sweet, but she had no idea that her little comments had you melting on the inside.

After about a month Ms. Anderson would strike up a conversation with you every time you walked in the door. She had a crush on you from the start, but now? She was obsessed. You had grown pretty fond of her too. You always looked forward to working for her, you started spending a little extra time on your makeup, ironing your uniform and putting on perfume. You felt a little crazy for having a crush on, essentially, your boss. She was probably like 10 years older than you, maybe more, but her accomplishments and intelligence on top of her muscular build had you swooning.

Today Abby finally wracked up the courage to ask you to stay for dinner. She had thought about it for weeks, what finally convinced her was that last week you had adjusted her tie before she walked out the door. It was the closest she had ever gotten to you. She towered over you while she watched your small hands adjust the tie, your warm skin brushing up against the button down. There was something so domestic about it that Abby didn’t realize she yearned for. You noticed her breathing hitch a bit when you reached for her, her breathing picking up a little. You realized you made her nervous, and you never thought you would feel so powerful over someone as strong as Ms. Anderson.

As you were grabbing your things to leave you hear Ms. Anderson call out, “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

It was the last possible thing you expected her to say, but you turned to her and responded all too eagerly, “Yeah why not? I have nothing going on tonight.” Abby smiles and gestures for you to follow her into the kitchen. You observe she’s still in her work attire minus the blazer, leaving her in a button down with a loosened tie and slacks. A couple of her top buttons were unfastened and her tie was hanging carelessly around her neck. Her blonde hair was out of her usual ponytail, her wavy hair reaching just past her shoulders. Seeing her in this more lax state was unusual, but it only made her more attractive. She pulls out a chair for you to sit down at the kitchen island and you look at her with a mild surprise on your face. You weren’t used to her serving you. Of course you had no idea the things Abby would do to serve you, she thought about it every night. You sit down slowly and watch as she pulls out various ingredients from her fridge and pantry. Watching her cook alone in the large kitchen made you wonder how she ended up living in such a large house alone. You had never seen anyone come over, not a boyfriend, husband, friends or even family. At first glance she didn’t seem that lonely, but she clearly hires you mostly for the company. You watch as she rolls up her sleeves and cooks various items on the stove with surprising efficiency. You wouldn’t take her for the type to know how to cook, but she moves so naturally in the kitchen, she’s comfortable here. Ms. Anderson was clearly lost in her cooking because she didn’t even try to make small talk, she just hums and occasionally makes little squeaks when she forgets to add something or makes a mistake. With her sleeves now rolled up you could see Ms. Andersons forearms on full display, veins snaking up her arms becoming more pronounced as she moves. The combination of her vigorous cooking and her disheveled clothing made an embarrassing ache begin to grow between your legs, you rub your thighs together trying to soothe it, but it just gets worse the longer you watch. Eventually you figure out she was cooking pasta with a homemade red sauce. The smell of basil and garlic began wafting through the kitchen causing you to salivate. She quickly assembles the meal and finally turns to face you, two plates and utensils in hand. She has a proud grin on her face as she places the plate in front of you. You smile “Thank you.”

Abby’s smile grows wider. “My pleasure.”

It looks so beautiful for what it is, she shaved fresh parmesan on top and added a basil leaf for garnish. “Were you a cook or something at one point? Because this is impressive Ms. Anderson.”

Abby huffs out a laugh “No, no. My dad just used to cook a lot for me when I was a kid. Learned all this fancy stuff from him.” You nod and grab your fork to dig in. You take a bite and let out a little moan of delight. You hadn’t eaten much today and this was fucking delectable.

“This is delicious.” You say between bites. Abby just nods in response, mouth still full.

You both practically inhale the food. You were relieved she matched your pace, it’s always embarrassing when you finish a meal way before the person you’re eating with. Abby grabs your empty plate along with her own and puts them in the sink. You immediately walk up behind her and lightly grab her bicep. The feeling of her large muscles made you almost forget what you were going to say. “You made dinner, I get to do the dishes.” you say, gently pushing her to the side and grabbing the plate out of her hand.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve been cleaning all day.” Ms. Anderson picks up the other plate and begins scrubbing it.

“Your house was already clean when I got here, I barely did anything today. Let me make up for it.” She simply blinks at you upon your response, but continues with the dishes. You wonder if you may have accidentally crossed a line mentioning the fact that she didn’t really need your service. It was an unspoken understanding she needed you for more than cleaning. You were squished against each other in front of the sink, trying to softly push the other out of the way. You can feel her warmth through the fabric of her clothes and you falter for a moment, realizing how close you are. Ms. Anderson grabs your plate out of your hand, having finished scrubbing hers clean. You pout in protest, but quickly give in and walk away to go dry your hands on a towel. Abby puts the dishes away and turns towards you, she just stands there for a moment, allowing an awkward silence between the two of you. You take it as a sign to collect your things and leave.

“Thanks for dinner Miss-”

She cuts you off, “Call me Abby, and anytime.” She smiles awkwardly. “Let me walk you out.” You nod and watch as she walks ahead of you. You follow her making your way towards the door.

When you reach the front entrance you walk up to Abby, facing her. You allow only a few inches between the two of you as you speak. “Thank you again uh… Abby.” Feels really weird calling her by her first name.

“Yeah.” She barely manages to whisper out. She’s looking down at you as you look up at her through your lashes and Abby feels just about ready to explode. Her eyes dart down from your eyes to your lips and linger there. Her breathing begins to pick up before she leans down and presses her soft lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a surprised squeak, but it doesn’t take long for you to melt into her. She lightly holds your jaw as she kisses you harder, opening your mouth with her tongue. you place your hands on her chest trying to steady yourself. Her light touch mixed with her rough kissing was making you dizzy. Her hands drag down your arms past your hips and she lightly squeezes your ass, pulling you closer into her. Suddenly she pulls away, her eyes were wide and her breath began to quicken.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-“ she stutters out nervously. But you quickly grab her by the necktie in response, inviting her lips to once again press against yours. Her hands move lower to the back of your thighs and she breaks away from your mouth for a moment to say “Up.” You immediately obey, jumping a little bit to allow her to pick you up. You immediately wrap around her to hold on. You feel the dress ride up dangerously high, the tight material having little give. She strongly grips your thighs, groping the newly exposed skin to hold you up and begins kissing you again as she walks you both to an unknown destination. You couldn’t bring yourself to care where you could be going, you were lost in the feeling of her rough tongue massaging yours, and listening to her little whines and moans sync with yours.

You cross a threshold into a dark room. Abby lets go of one of your legs to close the door before pinning you against it. Her large hands wander around your whole body, it felt like she was touching you everywhere but where you needed her. You begin to gently grind against her in an attempt to satiate the ache in your cunt that was growing unbearable. Ms. Anderson lets out a wavering breath between kisses at the feeling of your hips rocking against her. You begin to move against her a little faster trying to get any friction you possibly can.

“Fuck.” Abby whimpers out breathlessly. You moan at the sound of her needy voice. Ms. Anderson’s wandering hands and rough kissing were intoxicating, yet never enough. You begin unbuttoning her shirt slowly, trying to encourage her to continue. You only get a few undone before her hands gently grab yours and her lips pull away, causing you to let out an involuntary whine.

“It’s alright baby, just gonna move us over here so we can talk.” You have no idea why she thinks now is the best time to talk, but you don’t have a choice since you're clinging on to her. She backs up to sit down on the bed. She moves your legs so you’re straddling one of her thighs, pulling your dress up past your hips to allow you to spread your legs. The position creates a deliciously perfect pressure on your clit.

“Now,” she grabs your hips and encourages you to begin moving against her strong thigh, “We can talk.”

“Miss how-”

“I’m going to explain exactly what I want to do to you and you’re going to tell me what parts you want done to you and what you don’t. Simple yes and no, I won’t take nodding as an answer, you need to use your words, okay?” You had never imagined she’d be this confident in this situation. Dominance oozed from her causing you to grow even more soaked, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Okay, yes.” You say breathlessly, nodding your head. You’re not sure how your going to manage responding to her in coherent words when your sensitive clit is being ground against her muscular thigh. You were already breathing heavily, and you had barely moved against her.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Miss.” God calling her that was going to drive you wild. Made you feel even more under her control.

“God, I've been thinking about this for so long. I see the way you look at me when I wear this tie. You don’t think I notice you fucking me with your eyes while you’re bent over cleaning in your pretty little dress, baby? Such a little fucking tease.” All you can do in response is whimper. She huffs out a laugh, and leans towards your ear, you could feel her warm breath tickle your skin. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined tying you up with this,” She gestures down at her green necktie, “and teasing you until you’re begging me to let you come?” You let out a loud moan at her filthy words, unable to contain yourself. You grind faster against her, chasing any sort of relief from the throbbing between your legs. “How does that sound baby?” She asks before starting a trail of kisses down your neck.

“G-good, Miss, really good.” You barely manage to respond, she has you falling apart under her touch. Abby hums against your neck, more than satisfied with your answer.

“Knew you’d be perfect for me.” She reaches behind your back and unties your white apron, discarding it on the floor. She kisses you again, her rough tongue caressing yours as she grabs your ass, groping the soft skin with her large hands. She breaks away from you for a moment and catches her breath.

“Lay down, head on the pillows.” She says it in that demanding voice that has you biting your lip to avoid moaning embarrassingly loud. You do as your told and lay down on the soft bedding, sitting up against the pillows. Ms. Anderson crawls on top of you and straddles your waist as she slowly unbuttons your black dress revealing your matching black bra. Abby knew this was just for her because she saw your cheeks begin to glow red. She didn’t unbutton the dress all the way though, only enough so she could pull it open to expose your breasts. She pulls the bra cups down, your cleavage spilling out of the dress. Ms. Anderson stares for a moment, appreciating your disheveled state before grabbing your breasts and massaging them with her large hands. She groans upon touching the soft skin, she begins teasing your nipples, drawing little circles around the sensitive buds before taking one in her mouth. You gasp and moan as you feel her tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. The sensation causes you to grab her hair, looking for anything to hold on to. You thread your fingers through her soft blonde hair and gently pull whenever she sucks particularly hard on your nipple causing her to moan in sync with you. She takes her free hand and places it on your hip, the gentle placement giving you butterflies. She moves to the other nipple, taking her time, she would do anything to get you to keep pulling her hair like that.

Once she’s satisfied, she moves to kneel next to you. She unties her necktie slowly, watching you impatiently squirm, your thighs desperately rubbing together for any sort of relief. She gently takes your hands, and puts them together, palms touching. She then begins to expertly wrap the tie around them securing them together. Her touch was so incredibly gentle, so careful. She took her time, making sure your wrists were properly secured.

“Okay?” She looks up at you checking in. She smirks when she sees your expression. Your eyes wide and mouth hung open, unable to process how incredibly aroused you were.

“Yes Miss.” you say without skipping a beat. Abby nods before getting up off the bed and rummaging through her nightstand. She pulls out a small bullet vibrator and places it on the bed. She looks at you and smiles. seeing how eager you were made her want to fuck you right here right now, but she has to have patience. She's been waiting for this for too long.

She moves your legs apart gently and kneels between them. She gives you a once over admiring how your dress bunched up on your hips and how your breasts perfectly spilled out of the fabric. She then wraps her hands under your knees and yanks you down the bed towards her, forcing you to spread you legs wide and bend your knees. It gave her a perfect view of your cunt, your arousal starting to drip down your inner thighs. You let out a little squeak and a giggle at the sudden movement. She grabs your bound wrists and moves them so they are above your head, leaving you completely at her mercy. Abby licks her lips at the sight of you and smooths her hands up and down your thighs. You whimper, sick of her teasing. Once Abby heard your sound of desperation she finally lost her patience and ripped your tights open at the seam, creating perfect access to your soaked pussy. You gasp at the sound of the fabric ripping, caught completely off guard by the rough movement.

She begins moving her finger up and down your slit over the thin fabric of your underwear. She was barely touching you and you were already falling apart, whining at the feeling of her fingers on you. She rubs circles around your clit and you begin to push your hips into her hand begging for more.

“Patience sweetheart. I’m gonna take my time with you.” She smirks when you groan in frustration. She brings her free hand up to massage your breast pinching and twisting your nipples as she continues to tease your clit.

“Oh god- please Miss-“ You whine, shamelessly begging her for more.

Abby obliges “Since you asked so nicely baby.” She moves your thong to the side letting the fabric snap back against you. You inhale sharply at the slight sting against your skin, all your senses were heightened from her teasing. Every movement and touch was magnified. She finally takes her finger and runs it along your wet slit, gathering your arousal. She takes her finger away, already glistening with your slick, and sucks it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. Abby takes her finger out of her mouth and whispers out “fuck.” Before taking that same finger plus another and shoving them into your needy cunt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, her large fingers stretching you open.

“Shit baby I know I said I was gonna go slow, but you took two fingers so easily.” You moan loudly, unable to formulate a response in your current state. She curls her fingers and hits your g-spot causing you to cry out. You start to struggle against the silk tie around your wrists, your fingers itching to grab onto something.

“Fuck you sound so good baby.” At that she leans down and starts gently licking at your clit. At this point you can’t even control the noises you're making. Her fingers are steadily hitting your g-spot as she moves them in and out of you at a perfect pace. Your moans start getting louder and your walls start to clench around Abby’s fingers.

“Already close baby?” She asks in a mocking tone. You barely manage to whine out a yes before she stops touching you completely. You let out a desperate cry and try to clench your thighs together to soothe the almost painful throbbing in your cunt.

Abby grabs your legs and yanks them back open. “Uh uh,” she tuts, “you’ll be able to come soon enough sweetheart, but I’m not done with you yet.”

She grabs the bullet vibrator from the edge of the bed. You decide to boldly move your bound hands downwards propelling you to sit up in front of Abby. She looks at you stunned for a moment, you use her shock to your advantage as you move your hands to her shirt unbuttoning it to the best of your ability. She lets you unbutton it all the way, but she pins you back down to the bed before you can encourage her to remove it completely. She hovers over you, her shirt open exposing her naked breasts and prominent abdominal muscles. Now it was your turn to lick your lips, her shirt unbuttoned plus her sleeves rolled up had you grinding your hips against the air.

She smiles as she watches you admire her body, chuckling at your parted lips and wide eyes. Suddenly you feel something hard up against your sensitive clit, you quickly realize what it is as you feel it start vibrating against you. You breathe out a quiet moan at the feeling. She uses her free hand to gently grab your wrists pushing them back above your head to rest on the pillows. Her hand slides down your arm slowly, her fingers gently brushing against your skin. They move down between your breasts and skillfully unbutton the rest of your dress with her one hand. You gasp at the feeling of the cold air hitting your exposed skin. The cool feeling is quickly replaced by Abby’s warm hand, she moves her hand down your stomach and places it on your hip, holding you down against the bed to prevent you from squirming. She turns up the vibrator, the feeling causing pleasure to blossom in your stomach becoming almost overwhelming.

“Fuck, Abby.” You forget yourself, but upon hearing you moan her name Abby groaned, the ache between her own legs growing almost unbearable. The pleasure in your belly begins to build the intense feeling of the vibrator directly on your clit pushing you to the edge, but right as you are about to reach your high the vibrator is pulled away.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” You whine out trying to close your legs to no avail. Abby uses both her hands to spread your legs even wider.

“You wanna come baby?” She asks in a sweet tone.

You whine out a pathetically desperate “Yes.”

“Then beg for it.” She says her voice lowering.

You whimper before giving in “Please Miss, please let me come. I’ll do anything please.” Apparently this was enough for Abby because she spreads your lips, places the vibrator directly on your swollen clit and then proceeds to shove two fingers inside of you. You cry out at her sudden movements, but soon start moaning uncontrollably as she hits your g-spot over and over with each thrust. She easily adds a third finger. You felt so full with her large digits inside of you. Your high was beginning to approach at an alarming rate, an almost unbearable pleasure causing you to let out a pornographic moan.

“Please Miss it’s too much I can’t-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

“But you wanted to come so badly.” She pouts at you overdramatically, mocking you. “I know you can take it baby, you’re going to come for me and when you do I want to hear you say my name. Think you can do that sweetheart?” You nod vigorously unable to respond properly with her fingers fucking a moan out of you at each incredibly fast thrust. Thankfully she accepted the nod, knowing she had you so blissed out you couldn’t respond was more than enough. Your moans grow louder and your walls start to clench hard around Abby’s fingers.

“I-I’m s-so close.” You barely manage to warn her.

“Come for me baby.” You watch her smirk before your eyes are forced closed by the blinding pleasure taking over your body. You swear you see stars as Abby continues to fuck you through it. You are practically screaming her name as your orgasm rips through you, your hips uncontrollably grinding against her fingers and the vibrator. Soon your legs start to shake from overstimulation and you try to pull away, but Abby removes the vibrator to pull you closer to her.

“One more for me baby, I’m not done yet.” She turns off the bullet vibe and throws it to another part of the bed, her fingers still moving in and out of your aching hole. She lays down between your legs and presses her mouth to your cunt. You’re so sensitive you can’t help but squirm against her, she is quick to drape her free hand across your stomach pinning you down. She begins sucking on your swollen clit and you whine at the feeling, your thighs clenching around Abby’s head. She moans at the feeling sending vibrations through your body. Your hands are itching to reach for her hair, you desperately want to thread your hands through her blonde hair and pull, instead they struggle against the makeshift restraints. The helpless feeling only turned you on more though, your cunt clenching around Abby’s fingers. She starts grinding down against the mattress trying to relieve the throbbing growing between her own legs. She sucks on your sensitive bud, her tongue swirling around it. When you start to get close again Abby begins groaning at the sound of your moans. She was close too, you were literally going to make her come in her pants this was fucking ridiculous. Your orgasm hits you suddenly this time, you cry out at the feeling of the pleasure ripping its way through your body. Abby’s groaning intensifies as she reaches her own high grinding desperately against the mattress.

Abby eventually removes her mouth from you when you become too sensitive. She keeps her fingers inside you for a bit longer before pulling them out and sucking them clean. The sight of your arousal on her lips and her open shirt made you sit up again using your bound hands as momentum. When your finally upright you kiss her passionately, tasting yourself on her lips. You break the kiss and rest your forehead against hers the sound of Abby’s breathing synced with yours. She uses the moment to gently untie your wrists.

“You know you made me come in my pants. Barely had to do anything.” She laughs genuinely, she has no idea why she confessed that.

You giggle and reply “I’m flattered.” She finishes untying you and throws the silk necktie onto the floor. She kisses you again and completely removes your dress. She urges you to lay down and lifts up your hips, pulling your tights and underwear down in one swift movement. Once she has you naked she stands up beside the bed and picks you up in the air bridal style. You let out a little yelp and she laughs, her warm chest bouncing against you. You rest your head against her bare skin and sigh contently as she carries you to the bathroom. She sits you down on the edge of the bathtub and wets a washcloth with warm water. She quickly cleans you up before picking you back up in the air and moving you back to the bed. She gently places you on the soft sheets and strips off her button down and pants leaving her in boxers. She crawls into bed beside you, her warm skin pressed against yours. The feeling is so relaxing you almost immediately fall asleep. Before you sink into sleep Abby whispers “I’ll wake you up in the morning before I go to work baby.” She pauses before saying “I’m so fucking glad I hired you.” She kisses the side of your neck and you let out a little laugh before sinking into sleep.

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WHAT DO YOU LOOK GOOD IN?

Based on your dominant sign or planet!

You can also read the sign of your Ascendant & Midheaven since these points can affect your appearance too.

Aries & Mars

Your hair, face shape and daring eyes are what makes you look so fierce so make these features stand out with cute headbands, eyeshadow or just a sleek ponytail. You look good in tight clothes, especially black, orange and red. Leather looks super good on you aswell. Leather or suede jackets, tight jeans, tight tank tops. Anything thats considered a little ”tough” looks good on you. Also an all black outfit with red lipstick. Or bold clothes like neon green and orange. You also look good in sporty clothes like the tights and a tank top.

Taurus & Venus

You look super good in anything in velvet fabric . I think velvet is ruled by Taurus because its both comfortable and makes you look rich. Rich colors like wine red and dark purple looks good on you but also earthy colors like beige, green and brown. Go for minimalistic but expensive. Dont do too much because you want the focus to be on your natural beauty and your sensuality. Glossy lips and earthy eyeshadow. You obviously look good in jewelery since this is the sign of money. Expensive page haircut, look up Queen Latifah in her orange pagehaircut shes a Taurus Rising. Or Christina Hendricks who have the same hairstyle and shes a Taurus Sun.

Gemini & Mercury

Tube tops or off shoulder dresses to show off your well shaped shoulders and arms. Flared jeans! Also glasses and ponytails. You look good in purple. Tights long sleeve shirts that show the shape of your arms. You look good in colorful and playful clothes, striped clothes. Ive noticed that most Geminis look good in bangs. Corduroy pants, cargo pants. Also strawberry blonde hair is such a Gemini thing. High heels. Emeraldgreen! I feel like Geminis look good in a pagebob hairstyle.

Cancer & Moon

You look good in dresses. Flower print looks good on you. Long maxi dresses. Baby blue, navy blue and light green. Anything feminine. Especially anything that shows cleavage. You look good in jeans suspenders. Anything jeans really. Knitted cardigans. Cancers might not be known for being luxurious and status oriented but I noticed that they are usually very well dressed and look good in blazers and satin blouses and ties just like Capricorn, it enhances that milf/dilf look. Like you are on your way to a meeting.

Leo & Sun

Put focus on the hair, hairline and back. Headbands! You look good in silver and gold since it makes you stand out, mostly gold. Orange is YOUR color. Yellow too. When I think Leo dominant I think a orange satin dress with brown, beige or white hedge heels in the summer with a straw hat and huge glasses. And for men I think those linen shirts with shorts, flipflops and a sharktooth necklace. You look good in leo print too. Anything flashy and luxurious like those chanel blazers. Leo dominant also look sooo good in Sun glasses since yall are ruled by the sun, it enhances your diva look. Sequin dresses and high heels.

Virgo & Mercury

Think minimalistic. French manicure is a must! Go for neutral colors like brown, beige, black, white, dark blue etc. You need to have your own style because you are very picky, you need everything to be perfect and you are good at finding the perfect details to make the outfit look perfect. Take extra care of your health because its easily seen outwardly on virgos when they have been taking care of themselves. For some reasons Virgo dominants looks good in white and blue. You look especially good in silk since it highlights that virgo elegance. You guys look good in very basic clothes like jeans and a quality t shirt. Focus should be on quality and highlighting your natural beauty. Anything with buttons. Also anything that is ribbed.

Libra & Venus

Anything that enhances your femininity like pink nailpolish, cute bracelets, lipgloss. Definitely curly hair. You guys look good in the typical insta makeup look, anything thats in. Curly hair and lipgloss. Sweet and pretty. Anything thats original like the famous little black dress with a clutch that matches your earrings. Or in the winter, a long luxurious beige coat with the perfect scarf to match. High heels! When Venus is involved, original is best since this is the planet of fashion. Original colors like grey, black, pink, white.

Scorpio & Pluto

Black long sleeve rouched dresses, they show off your figure but leave some to the fantasy which makes you even more mysterious. For men definitely gold jewelery,brand name hoodies, vests. Clothes that give the impression of power. Dark brown, dark purple. Smokey eye. Gold jewelery to an all black outfit. Dont go overboard with the sexy because you already have a natural sensuality to you so you wont need it, it will just make it too much. Gold circle earrings. With Pluto its all about being mysterious. Instead of a super short dress wear a long dress with a slit to show a little leg. Less is more. This gives off an aura of privacy and mystery which will attract a lot of Scorpio Venuses. You want to attract someone with their Venus or Mars in your dominant sign. Shirts that got a text with the ”Old English” font.

Sagittarius & Jupiter

Anything that shows off your gorgeous legs and butt. This can be anything from a short dress to sporttights or jeans. We need to see them legs!! You already have a glow to you but you should definitely highlight those gorgeous Jupiter facial features with a highlighter. So go for a natural look but put focus on highlighting the nose and cheekbones. Ive noticed that Sagittarius placements usually look best in tight clothes. You guys also look good in leather and suede. Leather boots and tight jeans is a look i see as a typical Sag look for some reason. Dont wear overknee boots or socks that go over your calf because that covers the shape of your legs too much. The bohemian look or the ”just got out of bed” look suits you well too.

Capricorn & Saturn

Your bone structure is your best weapon so focus on highlighting your features but go for the natural look. You look best in something professional and luxurious. Blazers and clothes that are discrete but still classy, like you are going to work. For men you NEED to buy one of these knitted half zip shirts if you know what I mean. Also take care of your beard or mustasche. Wear a watch if you like watches. Beige, brown, black, white and navy blue are your colors. Dont do too much to your hair just make sure its healthy. Capricorn is all about looking well taken care off so a good skin and hair routine is a must. Suit pants look sooo good on these people.

Aquarius & Uranus

Tie dye clothes. Blue and green. Tank tops. Show off you legs because they are your strong feature! Also silver. Anything metallic or oversized. Aquarius actually have a lot in common with Scorpios style. I see Aquarius as a more experimental Scorpio stylewise. You look good in shirts with a text in the ”Old English” font too. You guys look so good in jewelery. I see Aquarius as people who fit best with cold tones like silver and ice blue, depends on your skins undertone tho. Cargo pants! Yall look good in neon colors, just look at Nicki Minaj shes an Aquarius Rising and look at how she rocks neon green and Barbie Pink. Yall look good in the 90s style like the t-shirt over long sleeved shirt look. Nose rings. Ombre hair.

Pisces & Neptune

You look good in something cute and relaxed. Anything that gives an aura of mystery and fantasy like lace or other seethrough materials. Blue ofc since Neptune rules the sea. Anything fluffy! Skirts. Long but tights skirts like a mermaid. Anything with ring details like those bikinis who got a plastic ring between the cups. When it comes to makeup go for the dewy look instead of the matte look because neptunian look sooo good in that and it highlights your features perfectly. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipliner and lipgloss to draw focus to your eyes and lips since these are your strong features. Preferably darker colors to look more mysterious. You also look good in fake lashes that are longer on the outer corner since it creates that wing look like Marilyn Monroe got. Yall remind me so much of Bratz and that kind of makeup look!

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fxshigurosbae · 5 months

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THE STRICT MAN . . .

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ toji fushiguro (40) x f!reader (18)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — pseudo!incest, step!cest, school!girl, virginity, dumbification, size kink, pet names, discipline, fingering, cunnilingus, humiliation, squirting, corruption, daddy kink, dilf, age gap, jealousy, manhandling, strong language.

this one is quite problematic and i apologize for it, deal with it however you want to i guess . . .

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a sweet eighteen year old high school girl. she is going back home, wearing the school’s cute uniform — on her way back to her step-daddy and older step-bro’s home, and mommy nowhere to be seen. the rules are pretty simple: she can’t have a boyfriend, she has strict curfew, no guy friends. yet, she’s extremely pampered, spoiled, and innocent… that’s you, you’re toji fushiguro’s cute step-daughter.

to your misfortune, you’re later than usual tonight . . .

leaving your mary janes at the entrance neatly and taking off your blazer, undoing the first few buttons of your shirt. you’re a little taken aback by toji already latched onto the couch, all spread out while watching the tv on mute. he doesn’t seem happy, but that’s also just his usual bitchy rest face. your delicate feet tip toe as in to stand behind the sofa, leaning over and giving the grumpy old man a wet kiss on the cheek, MWAH, with that strawberry lipgloss, mixed with the drool of the cherry lollipop you clumsy held on the other hand full of the bracelets toji gifted you, then putting a strand of your hair behind your ear in order to admire his profile better, despite the dim-lit room, with a wide cheeky smile of yours to add to the charm, and probably gain some mercy from him.

“where were ya, little miss? ya late.” he speaks in his deep usual lazy tone, eyes blank as they remain on the television. he’s wearing grey sweatpants and one of the thousand of black tight shirts he owns, which means he’s been home for quite a while now — what a deception he had when he realized you hadn’t arrived yet.

“had a project to work on, sorryyy.” you whine gently and honeyed, dragging out the last letters of the apology. then, walking to the front of the couch, seating down as your purposely flimsy short skirt puffs along and you prop the lollipop on your mouth in front of him innocently.

“at school? with who?” his face finally turns towards you slowly and uncaring, cold voice. his arms spreading wide against the back of the couch, his eyes focused on your doe ones that look up at him like a pitiful puppy.

“my classmates.” you purely reply, taking out the lollipop with a low POP before you speak, with a quick lick of your lips, all while watching him — he wonders if you’re doing it on purpose, but knowing you, he disagrees.

“where’d ya get that lollipop?” toji then asked, glancing down at your lips sucking onto the candy that has left your lips prettily reddish.

“a friend, he gave me a few, i shouldn’t have eaten so much sugar.” a slight pout surges on your pretty dolled face, with a slight devilish grin that’s almost mocking him. “sorry.” you add a few seconds later with a chuckle.

“he? ya should be apologizing for something else other than sum candy. didn’t i say i don’t wan’ ya to be friends with boys?” his voice is still flat, nosy but a little intimidating, his piercing eyes on you makes your little heart flutter, and your eyes shy away at the rebel action you committed. “‘m sorry…” you mumble, once again, discouraged to even lick more of the sweet lollipop, as you keep looking away, turning your body towards the tv now.

“were ya two alone? did he do anything to ya?” toji pressures rigidly as he rests his temple on his fingertips, and the same arm still on the headrest of the couch behind you, closely. turning his body towards you, and simply staring, analyzing is all he does. once he’s gotten a negative response to his question with a head shake from you still avoiding eye contact, the man remained quiet for a few seconds before leaving a low exhale. “i don’t believe ya, let me see for myself if ya lyin’.” as soon as toji demands, your cheeks warm up, and you now pout expressively, moving your earlier low head to now look at his eyes, all slowly, and he’s staring back intensely with a controlling and demanding aura. your cheeks burn. used to it, you leaned your head back onto the armrest beside you instead, lifting up your legs on the sofa cushion and holding the short skirt up, still with the drooled lollipop in one hand, while it almost drips and stains the white fabric of your skirt. there’s a small smirk on toji’s scarred lips as he focus on the middle of your legs, watching the slight wet trail on your pastel pink cotton thong as he towers over you with that huge figure of his, it’s even more intimidating than the way he talks.

“did ya get wet ‘cause of that boy? just ‘cause he gave ya some attention? popped a lolly or two out of his pocket? did he put ‘em in y’er mouth? don’t doubt it.” toji teases, his thumb dragging onto the hem of the panties, then right over your entrance. his emerald eyes shifting to yours, he’s watching your cheeks flush to pink but he knows it’s all innocent when it comes to you, after all, he’s made you think this is normal, and instead of making you blush from toji’s actions, the man has bred you into making your cheeks flush for the simple thought of the things he’s accusing you to have done . . . so, in other words, your mind doesn’t think that your step-father is doing something wrong, but you’re focused on imagining what he just said: about your guy friend putting the lolly in your pretty mouth, but why? it makes you feel dirty, because it sounds dirty coming from toji, so you get flustered, and he knows it, it’s his doing after all.

but you shake your head again and immediately, very shyly and quiet. “i think ya did, i’m gonna check if ya haven’t been a little slut and let him fuck ya. spread those fucking legs, sweetheart.” he demands firmly since your thighs threatened to close, and at the same time, his hand tapped your knee a little harshly for you to obey. yet, you flinched and ended up giving in, embarrassed and aware there was no way out of this.

toji’s fingers easily removed your thong, and you were so focused on his eyes that you couldn’t even see him putting it on his sweats’ pocket . . . for later. some slick almost dripped onto the couch, you were a little wetter than usual. toji tries to keep that neutral cold face as his lids narrow a little and maintain this controlling stare at your parts. his calloused hands spread your silky thighs even further apart, as his eyes kept focused onto your cute pussy, virgin pussy, taking in every single tissue and color.

he inhales deep and exhales restrainedly, the silence is loud as you can hear your heartbeat intensify, and your own breath hitch through your slightly parted lips. toji’s thumbs spread your folds widely, stretching the skin and you let out a very short unconscious moan. toji can see how moist you are, making his fingers almost slip, SQUELCH, he can almost feel the arousing warmth exuding onto his face as he leans closer, even feeling your legs tremble a bit at the sensitivity of his fanning breath, and the embarrassment of his face being so close. the man admires and looks at every muscle, noticing how he still can see the intact hymen — not being able to look inside the walls of your cunt as much as he spreads you out — which takes a sigh from him, leading your legs to twitch and your hole clench in response, even if not so much. the smirk he had before comes in again as he chuckles at your cute chaste reaction, your grip onto the hems of your skirt is tight and nervous, the lollipop in your hands is so close to slipping from your fingers, a string of the red sugar melting into your hand as your eyes are totally hypnotized onto the man facing your heating core.

“y’er princess’ pretty parts ‘pparently look aight, but that doesn’t mean nothing, i gotta be 100% sure, understand? i don’t trust ya no more.” he looks up to you, and your eyebrows knit in nervousness, slightly pinched nose and pouty lips, red cheeks and glowing pupils are such a sight for him. his eyes go excitedly back to your pussy, as he leans a little closer even, he’s invested, and the self-control this man has in on another level, toji’s almost licking his lips at the sight of his step-daughter’s pretty virgin cunt, how could he not, how could anyone not?

his middle finger — the thicker one — runs through your drenching slit, squelching again, sending shivers down your spine as the liquid refreshes your burning core skin, and your eyelids immediately shut down, toji silences a chuckle at that. the tip of his digit messes with the sensitivity of your hole, which aches a little, and he teases with a poke or two, making sure to take his time, as if he really was examining your cunt.

“look at me.” amidst the silence, his nasal deep voice resonates across the room lowly, and your eyebrows remain knit as your eyes open slightly to stare at him. “i needa see y’er face to know if y’er lying.” he begins, “have ya been a little slut with boys at school?” and even a little before he’s finished, your head immediately shakes NO and his eyes remain fixed onto your shy ones. toji’s finger continues feeling the small tight gummy ring of the opening of your cunny. “if i can tell y’er lying, ya in big trouble, miss.” he threatens slightly, your heart racing ten times faster because you know you haven’t.

yet suddenly, toji’s middle finger entered your pussy and your eyes shut down once again, letting out a silent lengthy moan — his cock is aching inside his sweats — you’re trying to close your legs together, and your head and shoulders shrugged like a turtle, gripping tight onto the hem of your skirt. “keep y’er legs open.” he demands monotonously, struggling to do so, they’re trembling at the slightly uncomfortable? feeling, since he’s never done this before.

“f-feels weird.” you mumble, clenching your pussy as he goes in a little deeper, and squeezing his only finger tightly. he’s stretching this freshly virgin pussy only a little bit and it feels almost impossible to fit it in, he’s having thousands of thoughts now.

“it’s nothin’.” he replies forcefully, manipulative, almost a little too eager too as he tries to glance between your contorted cute face and your drenching cunt, but his eyes keep moving to the latter. toji’s suffering inside, he’s miserable at how much restraint he is going through, and he’s almost groaning out lots of fucks and literally just fucking you right now. his finger goes a little deeper, your legs shaking a bit more and belly squirming and breathing heavily along with your chest, eyelids trembling as they remain closed and lips slightly parted, temptously leaving shy quivering hums. it’s an almost excessive reaction for such a small stimulation as this, but he has never ever gone this far, it’s entirely new, and you have never done this by yourself.

toji’s mean, and once his finger finds a good length, he instantly and not even hesitantly curls it upwards, finding something else that you have never even imagined, and it was so fucking easy, despite you being a virgin, but after all, toji . . . he has a curriculum. your hips move forward and up gently, you’re moaning unconsciously. you’re in another world, and to you, letting out those sounds is nothing wrong.

“aren’t you eager?” he mumbles under his breath, inaudibly, smirking and finally looking at your struggling face, you’re almost humping at his hand. “feels really weird, toji.” you repeat, panting like a puppy. “toji?” he fakes a little offended expression, “well aren’t you being a little rebel, little girl?” your head gets thrown back onto the armrest as you’re struggling to even listen to his words, and he’s up for more teasing as well. once you believed to have calmed down a bit and finally got used to his finger exploring inside your pussy, caressing that one specific spot for an unknown reason, something wet pressed against your clit. your eyes instantly flew to look down, and found toji licking your folds, having a hungry sloppy taste, SLURP. “w-what are you doing?” your half-lidded drunk eyes threaten to cross as his mouth muscle keeps running messy lazy slow circles over the nub.

“what else could i be doin’? i’m examining ya, taste test.” he lies shamelessly, and you accept it, hesitant still because this feels too good, and in your mind, you believe toji is actually just being a caring step-father and making sure you’re being kept in line. so, guilt is filling you entirely. firstly, for believing you were actually slutting yourself out. secondly, your hips now begin trying to hump his face subconsciously, and sweat starts to drip your forehead. you start to feel bad for trying to wrap your mind around what you’re feeling, and the desires is roaming your head constantly, though you’re unsure, quite unfamiliar with this concept. of course, toji takes notice of your failed disguised attempt of restraint, and he’s contemplating on whether it is a good idea to take advantage and corrupt you in this way so bluntly, just leading you on to believe on this facade . . . but he doesn’t care, because he loves you, and also, he’d never do you any harm either.

your breath is faster, as his finger keeps poking your g-spot, his tongue running laps over your clit, sucking and occasionally kissing it very subtly. he’s also drunk, but this time on your sweet pussy, because it’s just too addictive, too tempting to destroy and make it even more belonging to him. he wants to shape your cunt into his dick’s own personal bed, his cock’s own personal cave hole, fuck, he wants to see you under him all fragilely and begging to cum, to drop you off at school after he’s fucked you in the parking lot with his seed all the way into your womb, then have you walk down the hallways with the cum threatening to slip down your bare legs — that he knows guys stare at and fantasize, since he’s caught them doing it multiple times when picking you up — he wants you to beg for his cock on your knees as your step-brother is just down the hallway studying his ass off in his room. don’t worry, he knows he’s problematic.

but the way you look right now, the way his eyes are drowsy as he eats you out, the way his only finger is being sucked inside, it’s just heaven, and it’s more than he can take, it’s absolutely driving this old man insane. yet, it’s also the way your legs close and your pussy clenches intensely, along with a very specific louder moan coming our from your lips that he knows you’re on the edge, and perhaps, he achieved something greater. “toji, toji, feels so, s-so so weird.” your voice sounds a little more desperate, pulling onto your skirt and your legs almost smothering him, he’s looking up and trying to observe your face as you’re incessantly fidgety and squirmy, with doe sleepy eyes finally staring back and down at him. “oh yeah?” he only teases, barely moving an inch from your clit to speak, with his tongue out pressing down at the nerves, almost not even being able to make his words out. once in for all, without further stimulation, and so easily, his finger presses down a little more forcefully on the spot he’s been rubbing so gently inside, and it sends you over the moon. your head leans back swiftly and shaking legs wrap around his head firmer, as toji takes a deep breath in to try and relieve some tension, your eyes close and eyebrows knit more, with a loud cracking whine you SQUIRT against his face, and he pulls out his middle finger amidst to have it SPLASH onto his hand and sheets.

toji is mesmerized, addicted.

this man spreads out your legs and takes a quick exhale, feeling the blood being pumped to his cock thousand of times faster, and he’s dying to even rub his mere thumb over his pants, but his grip onto your wide-spread knees are keeping him from doing so. you’re panting and messily laying on the couch, sweating a little and staring up at him as he’s on his knees straight up on the cushion, looking down on you like a predator, a hunter. you are unaware, but suddenly, he breaks the unbreathable air with a smirk, and his eyes remain filled with lust, but at least, you feel less tense.

“knew ya were a good girl,” he praises, caressing your knees with his thumbs. “ya know, sweet thing, this means y’er body’s telling me that ya haven’t disobeyed me, ‘cause only virgins do that.” he starts, it’s blatant lie after lie, just planting brainwashing thoughts into your head over and over again. “i’ll know if ya have disobeyed me if next time i take a look at yer princess parts, ya don’t react like this,” look at him creating imaginary things. “i’ll know then that ya been a little whore, understand?”

he’s so childish, such a strict man.

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Rindou Haitani x reader

MDNI

On top of the tallest building in Roppongi was a rooftop bar. One of the most prestigious and known ones in japan. Also notorious for being Bonten's favorite meetup spot.

Prostitutes sat on couches next to High-level Criminals, their hair messed up and lips touching the person who paid them. Strippers danced on the elevated dance floors with poles and both men and women watched them, occasionally whistling and throwing money at their feet. They swayed their hips seductively and the people looking at them roared in excitement throwing even more cash onto the floor.

You sat on the couch far away from the rest, but near enough to see what was happening. Your legs crossed and red blazer hanging from one of your shoulders. A Bubblegum haired man sat down next to you and blew the cigarette he was holding, the smoke flowing into your nostrils; your face scrunching up at the toxin. Here was Sanzu Haruchiyo and he was unsurprisingly high on drugs again.

''Drive for me'' He commanded and threw his car keys on your lap before passing out pitch black on the couch. You took out your phone and took a picture of him, hoping that you could use it as blackmail in the future.

Someone then tugged your arm and you looked up to see who it was, smirking in delight when you recognize his purple mullet with dark blue streaks.

''Missed me?'' You hung your arms around his neck and kissed his lips when the two of you stepped inside the elevator.

'Very much so'' He leaned down willingly returning the kiss back, his hands wandered down your skirt and he rubbed his fingers against your underwear; realising that you were already wet.

''Take it off'' He removed his lips away from yours, a string of saliva connecting it for a brief moment.

''Not here'' You whispered into his ears and loosened his tie a bit, tugging on it when the elevator door opened. You pulled him to your car and opened the backseat, the two of you going inside in a hurry.

He kissed you and pushed his tongue inside your mouth and you sucked it when he removed your blazer. He then pulled away from you and you put your arms up when he started pulling up your top, trying to remove it. You pushed him against the car seat when he was done and your left hand started fiddling with the buttons of his waistcoat, struggling to remove the last one. He helped you and held your head, pushing it downwards, eager to taste your lips again.

His kisses then went down from your mouth to your neck, not bothering to be careful of leaving marks. You pushed your head back when he reached your collarbones, finding the way he sucked your skin hurtful in a good way. You then looked down and helped him sit up a bit so that he can remove his long sleeved top. His tattoo fully seen when it was finally removed.

''Did I ever tell you that you look hot with that tattoo?'' You tell him playfully and traced it with your fingers. His body jolting at the sudden touch when you did so.

''Everyday'' He answered and smirked. You straddled him with your hips, sitting on top of him now. You then leaned down kissing his lips and then his neck until you finally reached the hem of his pants.

''Unbutton it'' He told you.

''You'll have to wait a bit more'' You told him and leaned down towards his face, your lips barely touching his; teasing him a bit. He looked down at your lips, hypnotized by how warm your breath felt and your pink lips.

Wine.

You smelled like wine. The same wine he drank earlier. Seeing him distracted your arms reached downwards and held the gun on the floor. You held it up to his forehead and put your finger on the trigger.

''That's hot'' He blurted out accidentally.

And you bursted out in a fit of laughter still holding him at gunpoint.

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mywritingonlyfans · 3 months

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Teacher's pet. // Prof! Alex Turner X Stud!Reader (Smut!Bonus) Part 2.2 of 3.

prompt: (Age Gap/Smut) Alex, an undergraduate professor, wasn't known for his friendliness until he found himself gradually warming up to you. Your remarkable writing skills, particularly directed at his class, heightened his interest even further. He's determined to show you firsthand just how talented you are, even if the journey is challenging. Eventually, both of you realize that resisting this connection is futile, and you must let go of your inhibitions to explore what lies ahead.

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a/n: I swear it's coming to an end! I honestly wasn't going to use this part of the writing (that's why it's a bonus), but I ended up thinking it would be interesting to post since it was a story with good interaction. Furthermore, I enjoyed giving dimension to their intimacy!

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"You have to be polite and gentle with me, Mr. Turner," your voice was sweet, and although soft, it didn't hide your concern. Seeing you unsettled made Alex feel uncomfortable in his own skin, which also meant he'd do anything to ease that for you. He ran his thumb over the pinkish pages of your notebook, immersing himself in each sentence and coherence. The tension in his shoulder muscles relaxed, and his facial expression became more pleasant as he finished and looked at you.

"No adorable wrinkle between your eyebrows, is that good?" Your chilly fingers touched his face, causing him to briefly close his eyes as you delicately traced the tips along the bridge of his nose. His mornings were much better with you there; he was certain that the days were brighter and undoubtedly his mood was better, akin to the feeling when waking up for a school trip when you were a kid or maybe not as sweet as that thought, but always good, he concluded to himself as he placed his hand on your bare waist, feeling the warmth within you, under his blazer that you had been wearing since yesterday. The combination of his clothes on you and your typical knee socks were adorable to him. He was in his usual white button-down shirt, that was entirely wrinkled and open, avoiding suffocation as he slept in it, which explained why he was only dressed in that. The fact that time had passed, and you both felt comfortable in such a setting without glamour or excessive importance, made it sound poetic to him; he might wear the same attire frequently, but it was a thought to him how you saw him.

You sipped on your orange-colored fruit juice, something essential he made sure to get during his grocery shopping to make you feel comfortable there with him. He once again felt uneasy seeing how you were still breathing tensely. He sipped the tea, which had already turned cold, and chuckled to himself as he tasted the sweetness on his tongue. You had woken up earlier, presumably immersed in your thoughts about the writing you needed to submit for one of your applications, and amidst that, you had made breakfast for both, an unusually large quantity. Alex understood it calmed you down, although he felt guilty for having a heavy sleep and not waking up together to mitigate the catastrophe your overthinking was capable of generating for yourself.

"Are you going to submit this?" he placed the cup on the table, adjusting in his chair. He hated putting sugar in his tea, but over time, he associated the taste with the one you always made for him and how it was to have you around, he would never let you know about it. He’d continue drinking in the same way, regardless. "Should I have more? Should I have a plan B?" His smile disappeared, and he shook his head. "I didn't say that, I like this one, little one." You calmed down at his touch, his large and warm hands on your skin, his thumbs tracing the area up to the curve of your breast. "But you think I could have been better, don't you?"

The affection in his gaze, as well as the calm circles he traced on you, eased the tightness in your chest. He smiled lightly, realizing that even with the momentary poor choice of words, he was managing to help. "I would take about 20,000 more of these writings from you in a day, without any suffering, believe me." His arms wrapped around you, his soft face against your stomach, the texture of his beard making you laugh as your hands tangled in his tousled hair. Sometimes he made you believe that being a teacher was torturous. His sleep-swollen eyes gazed at you, so affectionate and clouded with admiration as always when it came to you, and he concluded, "But I know you well, I like your writing, I like it enough to understand that you're trying to explain every stroke when you could leave more to question or simply open-ended." The tone of his voice was serene, punctuated, and precise; you appreciated how candid he was with you. "I like you just the way you are, I'm sure you're enough.”

You were at a loss for words, a silly smile gracing your lips as you hugged him closer. His face nestled against your skin. He could still hear your racing heart, but your fingers were more carefree at the nape of his neck, keeping him close. Before you even hesitated to pick up the notebook again, he squeezed you tighter, this time pulling your arms so that you were comfortably wrapped in his chest. He had a morning aura, lazy yet strong, a bit mixed with yours. He kissed your cheek, pressing his lips against yours for a prolonged, tight peck that made you laugh. Without letting go, he murmured, "Think ‘bout it later, please? Let's rest our minds and come back refreshed to work on it, it'll be better, princess." Amidst tickles on your shoulder, running towards your neck due to his growing beard, you gave in, letting go of the notebook as he briefly lifted you in the air as if in victory and carried you. With solemn blinks, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek, you already saw the ceiling, Turner's characteristic warm yellow lighting, his melancholic yet cozy personality making you feel wrapped in calmness within the sheets. The weight of his body intertwined with yours in a hug, the lazy and repeated kisses making you realize that mornings could not only be mellow and sleepy but also possess this taste, not just affections, but the feeling of being cherished nearby.

The kisses traveled from your neck to your torso, becoming a puddle at the level of your lower belly. As soon as you started to withdraw, feeling vulnerable in that exposure, his nose became delicate on your goose bumps, causing you to empty your thoughts for him. He already understood your body well, occupying your mind day and night; you wished to stay, longing to be there far longer than fate allowed.

He sighed, numb and the air missing from his lungs, taking in the dimension of how you were lying in front of him. Your skin was marked by the thin elastic of the baby pink panties, so fragile, with ruffled edges and cute bows. His large hand moved your thigh to the side, his lips parting in a sigh, and the adorable wrinkle becoming persistent as he felt the texture of your knee socks on his fingers. Penetrating the fabric, he squeezed harder. You grunted, closing your eyes and feeling relieved when he had his tongue in the spot, easing the damage while intensifying it by biting you briefly.

"Want me to take it off, Turner?" Your eyes were nervous, just like your breathing. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, from how your hands were restless to how adorable you looked in his blazer. He found you beautiful, quite sure of it, and that made him blush just by the thought.

Still, he laughed softly at how you hesitated to say "Mr." before his last name and continued in a low, whispered voice, almost inaudible, feeling inadequate about saying his first name alone. As if he heard, you would be caught in a lie.

You wouldn't take a piece; you were aware that it was an act meant for him. However, in the midst of the adrenaline, you became vocal, and he understood that. “Alex?” He felt the frustration in your voice as you called his name out loud.

Your icy hand touched his wrist, wrapping around him and before he could look at you disapprovingly, your thumb made slow circles on his skin. You just wanted his attention, not to have control. He pressed his fingertips to your center, rubbing slowly as you spread yourself wider for him, following his movements with your fingers intertwined at the hem of his folded T-shirt.

“Thank you, Mr. Turner.” You made yourself more comfortable, eyes closing as your head sank into the pillow. He was firm and patient. Every now and then he would pull the edges, making the thin fabric fall back into place, which made everything go even slower and it felt so good. Just like the morning, you still felt limp and tired, it was difficult to keep your eyes open, even if you wanted to look at him.

“You can relax, lil’ one. I'm right ‘ere, there's no reason to let mean thoughts take over.” You liked how he read you. You calmed your tense knees, that you hadn't even noticed, and looked at him lazily as the tip of his finger pressed against you, touching the bare flesh and then collecting your excess. It was a bit embarrassing that you had already been that wet, but he was no different from the norm.

You felt guilty for not knowing how to ease him, you understood that he was going slow, and you were grateful that he was like that with you. Still, you thought it was unfair to let go of him when he always did you so good, without exception. After a while, and your assessments of how he lay on the bed, heavy in his underwear, the fabric going shorter due to lack of space. You didn't take long to realize that when he took time in the bathroom, he also whispered your name.

You kept it a secret of yours, you liked the affirmation that you were desired by him, but you wanted to be good for him.

“What is this, princess?" he asked, smiling widely as he saw your radiant face. He pushed his finger in, swallowing hard at how easy it was to slide it inside you. You closed your eyes again, a sweet sigh, soon feeling used to soaking him.

Unable to resist, he lowered his face and kissed your lower belly, going down until he placed a brief kiss on the socket of his finger and he could taste you on his tongue. He pushed the hem of his dark blazer away, having more of your body to cover in new bites and smiled between your skin when he felt your fingers penetrate his hair. He loved it. He pondered what his reaction would be if someone told him months ago that this was happening to him, with all these details.

And suddenly, guilt made him pull back, not in a way that he would scare you, but with a recurring thought he had out of pure fear of being bad for you.

“I like how I feel with you,” You thought about describing more, but you didn't know how. Feeling was definitely stronger than words. His features were relaxed, in a way he wasn't in classes, or with anyone other than you, and that was what you wanted to explain. The intensity of everything was easier, more colorful and comfortable. God, you would miss him so much.

He pulled the cute bows to the side further, urgently and delicately, and little by little he pushed another finger into you. He kissed his other palm, pressing it to your belly, making you calm down a bit. “The feeling is mutual, little one. I don't wanna ‘urt you.” You moved to the side, getting a better look at him. His face well slept and his jaw firm from working on you. Your hand returned to his wrist, finding comfort in the warmth of him. He threw his hair back, letting lint fall over his forehead, the chain around his neck followed his movements in a mesmerizing way and his chest was in a pleasant breath. When he stopped to kiss you, his scent along with the chamomile in his mouth were dizzying, but so memorable and unique of him. You wanted so badly to be his and his alone.

You played with the crumpled and soft buttons on the bem, not knowing if you wanted him to stop or continue, it didn't hurt but in fact his fingers were thicker than yours. With your free hand, you grabbed his shoulder through his shirt, taking a deep breath and then focusing on trying not to worry. “You can hurt me as much as you want. Take your anguish out on me, huh.” His chest rubbed against yours, your nails digging into him even as he slowed down on you.

“No, Mr. Turner, no,” your saliva ran down your throat heavily. Your worried eyes look into his, embarrassed, but not knowing why he stopped.

He was warm over you, his hot breath on your face being covered in light, precise kisses as he took in your soul through his blazer. You were his, with the same urgency with which your body snuggled against his. “I need you.” Your frustration made him laugh, he knew you could feel how much he wanted this by the way you held him, feeling him on your hips and sly tugs on his shirt. He had better ideas for you.

“I like how you keep calling me that, making it sound respectful and obedient, prolonging the word in your tongue” It was even better when it was carefree. Involuntarily, without you having to worry about whether he cared about it. He enjoyed the warmth in his stomach as you worked on the "r" in his last name.

“Do you?” He didn't need an answer, but he still nodded. The bangs prickling your skin as he rubbed his baby beard in more kisses to you. You wanted to know what to do, and it became more intoxicating for you as he took off his underwear. "I don't want to disappoint you, please–” He waited for your voice to die down, taking more caresses out of your vulnerability.

“You could never disappoint me, lil’ one. I don't want to ‘ear you saying that again, okay?” The syllables sounded strong, punctuated and cultured in each word. Was it normal to feel that way just with someone's voice?

You were comfortable, you felt light with him and you weren't afraid of crossing that line. The issue was that he was older, which made you think about how any mistake of yours could make him dislike you, even if such a statement had no confirmation.

He went back between your legs, ran his finger through the elastic of your knee socks and pulled briefly, making you gasp. He laughed, "I need you to answer me when I ask something. It's not like you to be a bad kitten, princess." And the coherence between provocation and sweetness left you softened by him, damp in your pink fabric.

You took your time looking at him, bringing color to his cheeks. “Okay, I'm sorry, Mr. Turner.” He had lifted his T-shirt a little, exposing his sexy lines and belly button. His pale skin was soft in contrast to his trimmed hair and how swollen he was that it looked painful, even though he hid it well; or you were always too nervous to notice. It was good to know that you were responsible for causing that damage to him. He waited for you to finish looking with a slightly silly smile. “Good girl.” You felt satisfied, without even being touched.

“I like your body.” You whispered, him blushing even more. He chuckled, nodding and continuing, "I love yours." You smiled, forcing your face into his pillow.

He ran his fingers down your belly, then his hands inside the edges of your panties and allowed himself to feel how wet you were. As expected, you spread out comfortably for him. Soon, he pulled you closer to him. Little by little, he let you feel his length against the fabric, making you whimper slightly. “I'll rub you, nothing more. Provide relief for both of us, little one, as you suggested, is that good?” He was suggestive, comforting you. Him talking to you through that made you more relaxed and surrendered to him.

“I like that, yeah,” You nodded, your fingers between the sheets, occasionally hovering over the blazer.

He pushed your damp panties aside, sliding himself into you until he was settled in your crease. He squeezed your waist, molding you to him as your knees came up a bit giving him more access. He rested his hands on your panties, comforting the shape of him spilling over the fabric, and pressed himself into your juices tight.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, tiny one.” He was out of breath, trying to eliminate the thought of how he wanted to fuck you. He was sure he would slip inside you so easily and then you would masterfully swallow him until he was all inside you. However, he would still make you wait, even if he knew you were ready, he wanted to have every moment and memory of you possible.

“Am I being good, Mr. Turner?” You still sounded uncertain, fearing his reaction, even if you didn't know why. You believed it was just inexperience. He looked away from his own hands and wet noises, still working on crawling over you, soon having the wrinkle between his eyebrows softened due to your tears. You whimpered and squirmed a little, causing friction between your socks and his T-shirt. "It's too much, prince.” He smiled at how adorable you were, slowing down and leaning into you better.

“You can take it out on me, princess.” He said, watching as you tugged at the sheets in agony. Soon, your nails and fingers were digging into his wrists and arms. Noticing your good response, he followed with the same slow pace, failing to hold the moan in his throat as you melted beneath him. Your breathing eased, as did your hips and he traced his fingers in circles on the spot to comfort you. "Shhh, I've got you, little one. It's okay.”

You nodded, copying him, actually feeling numb. You were incapable of verbal, but you insisted on having your delicate hand wrapped around his as he finished what he had started. You were so sweet to him. Watching him was good. His mouth was half open, every now and then he couldn't hold it back and grunted in such a good way, and his hair was everywhere. He opened his eyes briefly, making you sigh along with him as you felt your panties fill with his hot liquid, everything about it made you want that more often. You felt sticky, but it felt so good. He played with the bows, gave your thighs a generous squeeze with a satisfied smile on his face, cheeks red, and then pulled you to him before laying down next to you. You wanted to endorse him, you wanted him to exhaust you.

Curious, yet sharing his tiredness, you pushed his fingertips to the edges of your panties. He sighed deeply, following with his eyes, as he collected some of the fluid between his fingers and watched you bring it to your lips. You licked it briefly, memorizing the taste until you decided to suck his fingers into your mouth. He allowed you to do so, feeling as breathless as before. Gently, he pulled it out, tracing the line of your lips as you kissed his skin in a light smile. He couldn't help but imagine you on your knees for him, promoting him in your purest state of mind.

You kissed his shoulders, fitting every inch of your body to his. He held you close to his chest, and as your forehead rested on his, he brushed his lips against your nose and mouth. Your legs entwined with his, allowing him to playfully stroke your socks, and he chuckled at the comfort. He could sense his scent on you, just as he knew yours lingered on him, and it was so relaxing and natural. "I like your hair like this," you whispered, and something didn't seem right in your voice. "I like seeing yours messy too." He maintained the same tone.

The brief silence was comfortable, but soon he felt his own eyes welling up. "I'll miss you." He simply couldn't help but verbalize that, not because he feared the worst, but because he knew he couldn't say he loved you even though he wanted you to know he cared. So that was his immediate solution.

That was enough for your tears to flow and a knot to form in your throat. "Don't cry, my love." He kissed away your tears, drying your face as best as he could. You didn't want to say anything; he didn't blame you and, in a way, he understood. "Do you really think I'll make it?" You looked at him cautiously, even with red eyes. He smiled sweetly and wearily, "I'm sure you will; you're wonderful." You held his cheeks, showering him with more brief, smacking kisses. "You won't regret me, will you?" He held you tighter against his body. "Never; I'm afraid the opposite will happen." You denied, making him smile more. It was a difficult situation to explain, something that the purest experience would not be able to clarify; neither of you knew the answer to that. Not wanting to dwell on it, he asked, "How do you imagine living in California?”

And in a few minutes, you nestled into his chest, his fingers in your hair, and the answer came in a sigh that made him realize how important the place, the title, and your future job were to you, more than the uncertainty of the future. "I'd like to have a bookshelf, like yours; I don't have one now. I want to have breakfast, drink orange-colored juices and have some tea, watch the sunrise and walk on the beach after a long day. I wanna read the books you told me I'd like. – I know the weather doesn't really match your mood, but I think I would be better there. I don't know; I just feel like it seems right." More tears wetted his T-shirt, and he wanted to cry, but settled for comforting you even more.

"It's okay, you'll have it all." That made you think about how much better it would be with him by your side, with long conversations before bed or a few calls just to be silent together and liven up your day, but not everything was achievable. You just closed your eyes tightly and dove into him. "Do you want to take a shower with me? I need you to be clean before bed, I don't think it's a good idea not to clean yourself." You laughed at how worried he sounded and sat down, smiling at his cute face. You liked the idea of taking a shower with him.

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#A NIGHT TO REMEMBER, o. dazai!

a special oneshot!

description, it’s special to know how the other feels. to communicate is the best, though, dazai isn’t one for words but it’s fine, you’re the same. neither of you can put the feelings you have into words.

— story contains, angst, established relationship, swearing, suicide mentions, depressing talks, “no longer human” connections i think?, r! psychoanalysis’s i guess?, mental health, trauma talking, character deaths, if i missed anything let me know! gender neutral! reader.

“why are you writing this?” bc dazai is one of the characters i heavily relate to on another level. hes so much different from mizuki akiyama and satoru gojo. and this is just me talking a lot about dazai’s character and analyzing him… btw, r! wears a black blazer (or leather jacket) white button up with a black waist coat, either brown shorts or pants (maybe black of u want), underneath the shorts or pants are like black tights and slip on penny loafers.

long before you started dating dazai, there was an obvious connection that you only saw and felt. obviously, you were friends during those time periods because you worked in the same place, everyone there were friends.

though, the friendship you two had were entirely different from the rest, had the same humour but showing it differently. you wouldn’t lie and say that dazai flirting with you just to ask for a double suicide didn’t concern you, because it did. there’s no doubt that he’ll try and eventually succeed (although, death doesn’t accept him).

there’s nothing that can kill this man, no matter how hard he tries. you picked that up during one of his failed attempts, it almost succeeded if kunikida wasn’t there, you thanked him a ton. all he said in response is that; “i have to look over that idiot one way or another.” no matter how much dazai annoys his coworkers, they still care.

when dazai tries to commit and somewhat fails, it’s almost like he’s punishing himself for still being alive. you know his past, after all, you were in port mafia with him, even though you two didn’t work together or how he didn’t know you during that time, you sure knew him.

he was surrounded by death, in the port mafia and the ada, it follows him yet never accepts it’s his time to come to the afterlife. he makes these plans that somewhat end up succeeding though he hurts himself in the process, always worrying you. what if eventually death actually accepts him at some point?

dazai has been extraordinarily smart every since he was a kid to the point where he’s been dehumanized by dubbing him; “the demon prodigy”. you didn’t know anything about his parents, you did know what drove him to be tired of living. he’s tired living, bored by life and the people around him, to him, they are easily predictable and manipulated that nothing can surprise him.

he can’t find sense to the world but most importantly, he doesn’t find sense in life, he ends up reverting to extensional depression, continuing the cycle he lives in.

dazai has been exploited ever since he was 14 and taken into the port mafia by mori. he was kept alive by mori, by chuuya, by everyone. he was used until there was nothing left. he never had any love nor hope (that he’d ever have someone to understand him) until a friend he later brought up to you, oda.

he truly believed he deserved everything that happened to him in the port mafia.

you believe that younger dazai never believed that he could be better, but if he’s changing now than he always had the ability to change, just never tried. he was sure the mafia was the only fate he had and the only place to escape of living.

then oda died. dazai was free, with ango’s help of wiping his criminal records. without ango’s help, he would’ve never been free from mafia, though he knows his past will always haunt him, he’s accepted that. he also knows that his indebted to ango, he knows he owes him.

since oda’s death, dazai’s trust had ran thin and he’s always on guard, his ability to open up to anyone had been cut off because he can not lose anyone again. the things he cares about and didn’t wanna lose, is lost the moment he gains it.

his plans always evolve other people, rather to manipulate or exploit. you don’t blame him, if it meant surviving, you would do it too.

he is someone who jokes but never opens up nor can be his true self. he’s a wreck who will drag anyone else down with him, that was a price you had to pay for dating him. he repulsed the idea of love and being in a relationship with you because of how he’ll be afraid of losing you.

dazai dated you as a joke, to see how thing will end, until he realized that you were somewhat different. you were always one step of ahead, had almost the same ability that involved contact, and you had this missing glint in your eyes. that’s just the surface though.

dazai knows there’s more to you— he doesn’t know about your connections to the port mafia though— but he doesn’t bother bringing the topic up to you though nor does he like talking about it.

at nights like this, where he’s staring aimlessly somewhere and devoid of emotion, he’s completely vulnerable in your shared dorm. sitting on the couch, cheek on the palm of his hand as the other searches the cold touch of your hand, seeking for some company.

—and you’re there. sitting on the couch with him and a book discarded in your lap, only staring at dazai with a look of curiosity and content, he looks peaceful despite the war going on in his head.

(you were memorized by the destruction he creates and has, it was peaceful to know what beautiful destruction that dazai carries with him).

when dazai feels the cold skin of your hand, he could feel his ability cancelling yours out as your hand covers his, holding it tightly yet so soft that he wonders if you’re even there. dazai finally looks at you, face still devoid of emotion, watching you reopen your book.

“morning, sleeping beauty.” you hummed softly, an amused tone with your words. dazai groaned and knocked your book off your lap, kicking his legs up into your lap and laying down, now staring up at the ceiling.

hearing dazai go silent wasn’t rare, it was rather common when you two are in your shared dorm, but not hearing him say something stupid back confused you.

you turned your head to dazai, taking notice of his eyes that threatened to pour tears in front of you, “you okay, ‘samu?” knowing him for a while now, he wouldn’t open up and talk about his feelings. it’s fine though, you’re like that too, and you wouldn’t mind waiting forever even if it didn’t come.

dazai didn’t respond.

he never did.

he closed his eyes and if you listened closer, you could hear the shaky breath that he exhaled. taking his hand in yours, you placed a chaste kiss to his palm, the contact making dazai open his eyes slowly and sit up on his elbows.

“when are you gonna leave?” he’s says stupid shit all the time, it doesn’t effect you, none of his words effect you. it should’ve effected you but it didn’t, and dazai could tell by the unamused look on your face, “when are you gonna take your life seriously?” you lightly jabbed at him, hearing him scoff and mutter ‘hypocrite’ underneath his breath.

dazai sat up properly, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hand, setting his head on your shoulder. dazai’s touch starved but refuses any contact that doesn’t involve him initiating it, you’re an expectation, you’ve always been every since the relationship started.

silence took over you, the fan in the background aswell as dazai’s calming breath stirring you into a tired state, laying your head on dazai’s head (knowing the neck pain wouldn’t be worth it tomorrow).

“y’know i’d wait, right?” dazai hums underneath his breath as a response, “how do i know you’re not lying?” and you scoff. rolling your tired eyes, for a guy like him to ask you that question is amusing. “we’ve been lying to eachother for a while but i’m not lying about this, ‘samu.”

the former executive makes himself more comfortable in the crook of your neck, forcing you to lay down and keep him close, “i know.” the words came out muffled, and alas, his eyes are shut again and his sleeping in your arms that are now warm.

with him being asleep, you could pick out the smallest details about the boy in your arms. in your arms, he isn’t the former demon prodigy, in your arms, he isn’t a former port mafia member, in your arms, he isn’t a dehumanized person.

he’s just a boy.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, but it’s okay, because you’re not one for words either. it’s gonna be like that for awhile, or forever, only time could tell. dazai knows this; you know this. and since dazai’s betrayal to the port mafia, he’s changing, but if he’s changing now, he was always capable of changing, he just never cared enough to try.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, neither are you.

tick.

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“What are you doing with that camera, Rook?” (Yandere)

(LEZZ GO CERUUUUUUUUUUU! ONCE AGAIN— CONGRATS ON REACHING 700+ ;;;; It’s so nice to see you thrive !! Also— you better take breaks and rest >:///// can’t fight without a good breather yk)

Moist cloth has this remarkable way of clinging onto your skin. What was once a ironed white shirt was reduced to a sopping wet rag, plastering itself onto your back. Your potions partner was a little too trigger happy with the ingredients, and the result?

You got blasted in the face.

Thankfully, it wasn’t anything too serious. No side effects… unless you count the wet clothes that cling onto your back.

Stepping out of class, you started a brisk pace towards the washroom. Wringing out your clothes and praying for the best was the best option.

Ramshackle dorm wasn’t the most accessible place, especially from the main building. There just wasn’t enough time for you to run back and grab a fresh set of uniform.

Hands reaching for your arms, you give them a vigorous rub, trying to preserve whatever feeble embers of warmth that still remained.

A tap on your shoulder. You spin around to the left, greeted by an empty hallway. Another tap on your left. This time, your hand rushed upwards, smashing the offender’s hand in between your palm and your shoulder.

A laugh, deep and bellowing. Thunder before a storm. You turn, only greeted with outstretched hands, piercing eyes of emerald staring into your eyes.

Rook Hunt. One of the more prominent seniors. A shake of his head has golden locks swaying wildly. A testament to his wilder nature, perhaps. He was a hunter, after all.

Hands reaching for your uniform, he pats your arms, gasping at the moisture.

“Ah, mi amour, what tragedy has befallen you?”

You shrug his hands off, folding your arms.

“Potion accident.”

Another theatrical gasp from Rook, before he grabs your arms, pinning them to your sides. His eyes are wide open, overflowing with concern. Yet within those same eyes, a certain darkness was brewing. The plans of a hunter, slowly cornering his prey.

A shiver raced down your spine, settling deep within its base. This was probably what Rook��s pray felt, before an arrow slices through their chest, pinning them to the ground. However, Rook would never hurt a fellow student… right?

Leaning in, Rook slips off his blazer in one fluid motion. With a flourish, he has it around your own shoulders. There was a certain scent to it. The smell of the woodlands, bark and dew. Some of his own body warmth lingered in the fabric, offering you some much needed relief from the cold.

Despite your earlier distrust of Rook, you find yourself pulling the blazer tighter around you. A rather nice gesture, especially for a student of Night Raven College.

“Th.. thanks, Rook.”

“Anytime, mi amour.”

Turning back around, you take a step forward, fully intending to resume your march to the restroom. An audible “click” rings out, echoing down the hallway, bouncing off the walls.

The click of a shutter button.

You spun around wildly, eyes wide with panic. Rook Hunt lowers a camera from his eyes, the ghost of a coy smile playing on his lips. His eyes are narrowed, staring you down as if you were the shaft of an arrow.

“What are you doing with that Camera, Rook?”

Upturned palms faced you, as if he was begging for your pardon. It would have been apologetic, if only he wasn’t smiling. That grin stretched from ear to ear, beaming like a thousand light bulbs.

“Forgive me, you just looked rather enchanting in my blazer. I couldn’t resist.”

“Delete it.”

You glare daggers at him, voice hardened with fury. For all your efforts to look menacing, Rook only shrugs, that sickeningly patronising smile still stuck on his face.

“Ah, Mi amour. If you asked me to hunt every beast in the land, I would gladly do so. However this request of yours…”

Rook bows, sweeping his hat off his head, holding it tightly to his chest.

“I cannot fulfil.”

Taking a knee, he reaches for your hand. Holding it tightly in his own, Rook doesn’t give you much room to fight back. Stuck in his vice grip, all you could do was to submit.

“Please do not look that despondent, mi amour. I promise you, no one but me will have the blessing of viewing these images.

After all, a hunter rarely shares his prize.”

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meirmakesstuff · 7 months

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If you're thinking of attending a synagogue service as a way to support your local Jewish community but don't know how:

I'm writing this on 10/13/23, but this applies to any occasion when the Jewish community might be in a state of fear or sadness, or when you might be moved to show support for your local Jewish community by showing up. The main comment I've gotten from people who want to do this is that they don't know how to begin, so here's a quick guide for how to actually do that if you've never been to or interacted with a synagogue before.

How to choose a synagogue

How to ask first

What to wear and bring

When you get there

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How to choose a synagogue

Depending on where you live, googling "synagogue [zip code]" may get you a lot or very few hits. Look at the synagogue's website for hints.

If you see the words "messianic" or "yeshua" that's not a real synagogue, that's predatory Christians hoping to be mistaken for Jews. Supporting them does not support your local Jewish community.

Check for the words "Orthodox," "Conservative," "Reconstructing Judaism," or "Reform" to help know what to expect. If you would be distressed to encounter segregated seating by binary gender, that's a reason you might avoid an Orthodox synagogue. The word "Conservative" in this context does not refer to political opinions, it's the name of a denomination just like Orthodox, Reconstructing, and Reform--what's being conserved in Conservative Judaism is liturgical traditions and religious observances. In fact, in most of these settings, to a lesser or greater extent depending on your specific location, you are likely to find the majority of people leaning generally to the left of your local average, politically. Which isn't to say there won't be outliers, that's just the typical makeup. In terms of service length, a Reform synagogue service is likely the shortest. It will also likely contain the most English during the service. No mainstream denomination of Judaism practices proselytizing. You should not fear that anyone will actively try to convert you.

On the synagogue website they should list start times for Friday night and Saturday morning services. That will help you choose a service you might be able to attend. I'll add notes on the differences and what to expect from either later on.

How to ask first

Not all communities will find an unexpected visitor to be a safe situation, no matter how good your intentions may be. Before you show up at a synagogue, check the website for the email addresses for the rabbi and either the president or "info" or something similar. Here's a model script for you to use:

Hi Rabbi [Lastname], I'm not Jewish but was looking for ways to show support to our local Jewish community and wondered if it would be appropriate to attend a service this coming [Friday/Saturday] as a way of showing my local Jewish community that you are not alone. If that would not be appreciated, is there another gesture an individual could make that would help this community feel supported? Otherwise, what do I need to know in order to be respectful to your community while attending a service? Sincerely, [your name]

You can also ask about accessibility questions you might have in the same email.

In a larger city or a place that has recieved threats of violence recently, they may be more cautious, but a synagogue in a small city or suburban area may simply say that anyone is welcome to show up to any service.

What to wear and bring

If the rabbi or synagogue office emails back with clothing guidelines, follow them. If not, bet on business casual as a dress code: for a masculine presentation, slacks, a button-down shirt with or without a tie, and a blazer or sweater, and for a feminine presentation slacks or a skirt knee length or longer, with a top that covers the shoulders. for Orthodox and some Conservative synagogues, wear long or three-quarter sleeves. In an Orthodox synagogue, women typically wear dresses and skirts rather than pants. I would advise avoiding wearing a visible cross while attending a service of any Jewish denomination.

You don't need to bring anything in particular with you. Be sure to place your cell phone on silent and double-check that any alarms are turned off. In Orthodox and many other synagogues, people may avoid carrying wallets with them, but no one should be offended that you have yours with you as a visitor.

This should go without saying but do not bring any kind of weapon with you. In a large city with high security needs your bag may be searched or you may be asked to show ID before entering. It is very likely that you will see a uniformed police officer or armed security guard. Synagogues in large cities might have dramatically increased their security presence this week. A visitor who is being respectful to the community is not what they're looking for.

Jewish people attending the service may bring prayer shawls or kippot (singular: kipa, also called yarmulkes) to wear. A visitor is not expected to have these. Most synagogues have baskets of kippot available at the entrance for guests. In Orthodox communities, men should wear one while in the building and women should not. In Conservative communities men should wear one and others may decide to wear one or not. In any other community you may but are not expected to wear a kipa. There will likely also be a rack of prayer shawls at the door, but non-Jews are not expected to wear these.

When you get there

Someone may make a point of approaching you early on. Please don't be embarrassed to tell them that you're not Jewish. Some synagogues will make a point on Saturday morning of assigning an "honor," that is, a role in the service, to Jewish newcomers. If someone approaches you to offer you an honor or asks you a question you don't understand, you can say "Thank you, I'm not Jewish, I'm visiting to show support for the community." Alternately, someone may simply approach you to welcome you and help you get situated.

If not, feel free to find yourself a seat.

In an Orthodox synagogue, in which the seating will be segregated by gender, there will be a curtain or screen between the men's and women's sections. The women's section may be side-by-side with the men's, behind it, or above it in a balcony. A synagogue with a balcony should either have an elevator or a small section of the lower level set apart from the men's section for Disabled women's seating.

In any other denomination, seating is not segregated by gender. In that case there is no wrong part of the general seating area that is wrong to sit in.

There are differing norms in different communities about how much talking is appropriate during services, so go along with what you see around you. Since you will likely not know the songs and much of what happens will be in Hebrew, you may lose your place in the book. If you're not able to find the page, feel free to read something that interests you in the book or look around the room. No one would judge you as a guest for not already knowing the service. Feel free to chime in if you hear everyone saying "amen" in unison or if you catch on to a song, but don't feel pressured to do anything but be present.

There will be times during the service where people will sit, stand, bow, or make other motions. If you are not able to stand, or if you are able to stand but not safely or comfortably or for a long time, please know that it's perfectly okay to remain seated for your own safety. Otherwise, sit and stand when the people around you sit and stand, and don't feel that you have to bow or keep up with other motions.

The service will likely end with blessings over wine and bread. This is not like the Christian eucharist, it's just food, with blessings of gratitude. These blessings may be recited as the last part of the service or in a room where snacks will be laid out. Again follow people's lead on when it's the right time to start taking snacks.

During the snack period people may approach you and introduce themselves. Now is a good time to tell them that you're here to show support to the community, but don't directly mention any specific occurrence unless someone brings it up first. If people are talking about Israel or current events, listen without contributing opinions unless they ask directly. Don't try to be funny or clever about it: this is not the time to tell everyone your super great idea for how to fix everything in the Middle East by putting the pope in charge or launching it to the moon or having it annexed by Aotearoa. The Jews are tired. You're here to listen. People may say things you disagree with. It's okay. You don't have to fix anyone's opinion right now. You don't even have to come back. If someone is making you uncomfortable, excuse yourself, get a second helping of cake, and say hi to someone different. This is a good time to say hello to the service leaders if you haven't met them before the service began. You can compliment the sermon or singing, or just say "I'm glad I came, I hope I was able to help this community feel supported."

Additional notes

Almost every synagogue occasionally has non-members and non-Jewish guests take part in community activities. An exception is very small communities in places where outsiders are generally hostile. It's not weird to be present in Jewish spaces as a non-Jew unless the people in that community make it weird. If so, you don't owe them anything and you don't have to come back. Every community is different, and I've been to synagogues I wouldn't choose to return to. As a general rule though, you will almost certainly be welcomed and asked about yourself. Feel free to share a little about the conversations that led to you wanting to show up for your local Jewish community, since people will likely be curious, but also remember to ask lots of questions yourself. As a general rule, Jews love to explain ourselves, so please do ask questions about the things you see and experience in the synagogue.

Topics to avoid unless someone directly asks you:

What you personally believe about God

Your personal feelings about Israel

How you would solve the situation if you were in charge

your past experience of Christianity

Jesus, in any context

Violence of any kind

What you think this community, its rabbi, Jews in general, or the Israeli government could be doing better.

Most of these are simply a matter of that there's a time and place for everything, and a Jewish service at a time of stress and sadness is not the time for these particular topics. If you feel a strong urge to talk about these topics without being asked, find a different location and group of people to do that with. The best way to be successful at showing support is to genuinely listen.

If you are a non-Jew interested in doing this and have follow-up questions, or if you are Jewish and feel I left out important details, please go ahead. I'm also happy to talk by PM if you need help figuring out a specific synagogue website. I'm not interested in doxxing anyone.

#meir makes stuff #jewish #shabbat #antisemitism

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Hi, there~! So I have this really fun idea in my head. I would like a headcannon in which the fem! reader asks the Dorm Leaders to be her pretend boyfriend. But what happens when the boys fall in love for real? Super fluff, please! Thanks!

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "i know this sounds weird but can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

today's promise,

parts : one, two, three.

characters : riddle, leona, azul.

cw : book 1, 2, and 3 possible spoilers. implied harassment, fake relationship, eventual pining, fluff, this post is long-term fake relationship kinda thang.

includes : fem!reader.

wc : 7.1k words, 39.7k characters.

note : I tried to basically make the thing diverse, which included me stealing an idea from spy x family. the whole party scene basically 👩‍🦯 also I originally had no plans to post this yet, but since it's been a long time since I've active I figured to just put it. don't expect the next part to be out anytime soon lmao, I'm exhausted. sorry that this came out like a month and a half late

reblogs are appreciated <3

riddle rosehearts — when a creep is borderline harassing you and you need help to get rid of them. what better way was to drive them out with no needed force?

what the hell? you shove your newly acquired phone further under your blazer, shrinking a little when crewel's line of sight passes by your figure. you start praying to the gods, wherever, whenever to give you mercy when you feel another buzz sounding from the device.

they were anonymous, an unknown number that told you to just call them C. which is kind of hilarious since it just reinforced your impression of a troll on them.

it's been a few weeks and a few days since you've started to receive– admittedly concerning texts. of which you've brushed up as a troller, your previous thought ended up far too wrong when you received a mouthful of detail on your current attire.

which would've been normal if they also didn't pair it with a descriptive text about your classes, and what you do when you get home.

you sent the person a simple text to leave you alone, before pressing the block button. you didn't hear from them for a day. it was apparently temporary peace until you found a sealed letter in your seat, the signed name caught your attention immediately.

– C :)

it's contents were too morally wrong to even say.

so you decide to entertain them for a while. getting to know each other, never really answering their questions that are too personal for strangers to know of. you started off asking their name, they didn't grace you with a reply.

next you tried asking if they were on the same yearl, it was simple. but it would greatly slim your suspects if they said yes.

they said yes.

next, you asked. what dormitory are you in?

heartslabyul, C replied immediately.

well they clearly thought that your knowledge of their dorm would do harm.

"hey, riddle!" the boy himself slows down his steps. peering behind him curiously, the previous stern look in his eyes slightly softens when it only catches of one of his close freinds. "prefect. something you need?"

"yes actually."

he listens dutifully. and at some point riddle just halts in his steps, and in turn you do aswell. "someone is bothering you? unbelievable! it's off with their—" he fumes. an immediate scowl gracing his features. there is a noticeable fury brimming behind riddle's eyes.

you grimace. a pool of uneasiness starts to rise in your stomach. it wasn't as though you were afraid of them, but more like..

the lack of evidence would most likely pin the blame to you instead.

"I'd prefer a more.." you gesture at his reddening face. "peaceful approach."

your method is certainly.. interesting it wasn't like riddle disliked it but he would've preferred to get the problem apprehended right away. but then again he can't really speak since he isn't their target of offense.

he looked embarrassed to hear your whole grand plan. he doesn't want to say no because who is he? a dorm leader to turn away from someone who is suffering at the hands of his fellow student.

riddle seems immensely more furious than you'd ever seen him when you inform that its a heartslabyul student. he would honestly just start marching onwards his dorm to interrogate the students themselves but even compared to the whole population of the school. there's still a lot of students in the heartslabyul dorm.

but since both of you figured it'd just do harm, you somehow convinced him to abandon his previous idea and proceed with yours instead: it's simple, probably effective if done properly, no one would question it since they don't know the behind the scenes, and maybe it's a chance to get to know riddle a little better.

the first week was very awkward. you'd think he'd forgotten about it since he barely does anything to make the promise realistic but you threw the whole assumption out of the window since he seemed far too tense when you attempt to make a physical affection towards him.

thankfully his embarrassment and red face was usually mistaken for a blush of shyness so it had done a lot despite it being an unconscious effort from riddle. students had taken notice and started to gossip, much to his dismay. but then again the whole plan wouldn't have worked if word doesn't get out.

"us suddenly entering a.. relationship so suddenly would be suspicious." riddle says one day. matching your pace and looking straight ahead. as a whole, he was completely right. even after the whole overblot incident. you and him didn't really show any indication of actually being interested in each other romantically.

you nod. "yeah... but they wouldn't have any proof that this is a fake you know. therefore this could work." riddle shakes his head at you. "that is a weak contradiction."

apparently but expectedly, C caught word of the whole thing. and created a whole new number to start bothering you with. the first thing you see is them questioning you about the riddle, addressing the rumors and if they were true. in a way that depicts them looking absolutely crazy.

you would send the whole convo to crowley and hopefully get them suspended, even better if expelled but you don't really know the exact location of this person. you've tried getting an ignihyde student to help you, since they're basically geniuses with tech. but you've come to learn that they use public phones to contact you.

no not the free ones like from your old world. a whole, actual smart phone would be free to use in various stores in case of an emergency. if this was back in your world it would've been 100% robbed already.

(not canon I think this is for plot purpose)

the second week ends up going smoother than the last. you both agree showing affection in public but on a more minimal note, like how those sappy couples do. ace and deuce naturally find out first. walking into you and riddle seatedt on a bench with you casually leaning your head on his shoulder, to which he responded with placing his over yours. you both stare at the pages of a history book.

admittedly with great reluctance and the embarrassment he thought he'd gotten rid of.

ace had screamed so loudly that it made his housewarden jump from his seat and set his enraged eyes on the former. he was expectedly punished for possibly disturbing nearby students with the loud noise. and riddle took personal offense from his reaction alone.

you watch calmly from the sidelines, involved with the chaos as always though being only left to witness it.

"honestly dude? ew, why housewarden?!" ace groans. finally cornering you in the ramshackle dorm, traces of red paint all across his hands. deuce follows behind him, nodding and looking torn. of course, they didn't need to know so you just resorted to telling them the classic. "we hit off."

they didn't leave you alone. and had the most weirdest excuse to pull you away from riddle whenever they happen to see you two together. you can't tell if it's because they're lowkey protective or they just wanna spite riddle, mainly ace but deuce seems reluctant but involved regardless.

cater, of course finds out a few days later after your first year freinds do. I don't know what you expect but he's the main reason why the majority of NCR. are aware of your current status with the housewarden. if there's a fast way to get everyone aware of your status, leave it to cater and his trusty skills with social media.

cater might go a little overboard sometimes but he'd probably start of with something like hinting -> posting pictures of you and riddle (his first one was in a library, with riddle looking over your shoulder as you sat.) and -> captioning the posts with the most obvious shit like love birds. 🙄

...and he is also the reason why you are being spammed online by a bunch of curious fellow students.

contrary to what the adeuce had thought. trey was actually the one who found out first. riddle being unable to hide it with his obvious behavior and eventually confiding in trey with a red face and sputtering words. of course riddle didn't relay your secret, you trusted him enough to keep and aid you after all.

(only him.)

eventually the whole thing just starts to blend with his whole schedule. suddenly the hand holding, cheek kissing, and affection in general doesn't affect him as much as it did before. on the contrary, he sometimes finds himself enjoying it which is outrageous because he thinks it's inappropriate to feel such a thing towards you when this whole thing is just..

pretend.

in fact he starts to incorporate you into his life. he makes that he brews two cups of tea to bring over in the mornings, one for you, one for him. even better if you both caught moment alone in the gardens, just with the occasional chatter (with riddle making sure your student and personal life is doing okay) and the silence whom you don't know how it melted from awkward to comfortable.

as a second example, there is a special spot for you whenever there's an unbirthday party. sweets especially to your taste, or just general pastries like bread if you aren't too into sweets. (don't ask why you're now seated next to his seat, on his very own special table while your freinds are staring into your soul.) did I mention he completely disregarded grim and even asked adeuce to take care of him while he gets you all to himself?

thirdly. he'd grown accustomed to squeeze you into his schedule, another example being study sessions on a quiet spot in the library consisting of the torture of school, ensured after classes of course. but if riddle is beside you, helping you along the way surely it won't be too bad?

it all would've gone alone fairly well if azul and kalim didn't come barging in the middle of one of your sessions, kalim exclaiming over a new addition to their study group? while azul wears a suspiciously polite look. riddle nearly screams in suprise before going a little red at the realization–

he'd forgotten that he, along azul had taken the intuitive to tutor kalim. well, it was mostly him believing that jamil should have a break, therefore ending up up offering. he's not sure about azul though but he definitely had some kind of ulterior motive.

now the two are some kind of third and fourth wheels to your 'not dates' azul is now excessively asking a lot of questions. probably having noticed the now close intimacy you two share. some simple, and some far too embarrassing to answer.

you had to pull riddle away before he actually collared a fellow dorm head, there's a slim chance he will since riddle is always so formal, respecting and strict. azul didn't break any rules so there wasn't a need for a punishment.

slim but definitely not impossible!

he wasn't aware at first. too entranced to notice that his red faces weren't from embarrassment or shame anymore but from actual shyness. he seems to grip your hand a little tighter, spending so much time with you that there was a moment where he forgot he had duties to attend to.

ah.. you almost forgot, the creep that had been bothering you wasn't heard from for... days? your days had been going so splendidly that it brought you the blessing of forgetting about them…

as a final precaution you swipe open your messages and to your absolute delight the last time they texted you was about a week ago. nothing was heard which meant that they hopefully got the whole memo.

"riddle, thank you." you smiled at him one afternoon. riddle raises a brow at your frankly, rare thankful behavior. "for what?"

you beam at him, so blissfully that his hearts starts running laps. it had such a hold on him that he had to verbally clear his throat. "they're gone! I didn't notice but they haven't been bothering me anymore." who? they? who is they?

ohh...

oh..

you don't know if you were hallucinating but it almost seemed like the strands on his head, shaped like hearts, drooped as if it broke.

"so.. you don't need me--my help anymore?" he questions quietly. the answer is so clear in your head, but even you pause in silence. unable to answer.

riddle doesn't know how he got the courage to do what he had in the following moments. maybe a burst of effort to keep you with him.

he huffed. "hmph, prefect. you've stolen something from me." your face constricts into slight horror but mainly confusion is present as you point at yourself. "me? I have?"

he grabs your finger and navigates it to point at his chest. "yes. stolen items must be replaced. there isn't a problem if I want yours right?"

"👁👄👁" that was smooth.

leona kingscholar — when you've accidentally told your freinds that you're in a relationship in a spur of the moment, and now have to prove it to be true.. or else.

it was nice having freinds. other than a pair of boys atleast, you love ace and deuce but sometimes.. you'd just prefer it if sometimes we're a little calmer.. and not full of half hearted brawls that you always get dragged into.

socializing was a pain in the ass sometimes, and definitely hard to do when you know absolutely nothing about the new world. so you literally felt like some foreign kid in a new school, on a new continent, starting school.

so you'd guess it's the reason why you started clinging onto a pair of ladies, just your age. they were attending another college a few ways over NRC, they were apart of a sorority. as crazy as it seems that those actually exist here aswell.

well.. not exactly clingy but you let them basically do anything they want to you. they're actually really nice. it sounds like you're just a loser but you'd just rather not walk up to someone and go. "hey! wanna be freinds?" it sounds way too awkward.

"you're really pretty, you know?" A twirls a lock of your hair and giggles. you blink in slight embarrassment and guiltily stare at your shoes. "thanks.."

B perks up from the bed. "well yeah! im suprised you haven't got a boyfreind yet." she teases. behind her sits C, C grunts and not so violently pulls B from the hair which causes the girl to jerk back.

"OW??"

"stop moving.." C mumbles.

B sits up, exasperated. "whatever.. anyways! the house is gonna host a party next month." she points at you. "you in?"

you pause and think about your schedule. it's clean, right? finally, you nod. "yeah."

A grins "for once were letting in plus two's! you better make sure you bring someone. kay?"

who the hell would you even bring? well… ace or deuce would count but if you brought one the other is bound to start following as well. kinda like they come in a two in one package.

"speaking of… do you have anyone in mind?"

"ah.."

B leaps up and starts squealing. "oh MY GOD!! don't tell me you're gonna bring a boyfriend!" she laughs. slapping you playfully. in the spur of the moment you answer.

"heh… in your dre–"

"um yeah.."

they all pause. "WHAT?"

"so you're telling me, you told your freinds that you have a boyfreind? " leona scowls. leaning his cheek on his palm as his tail lazily swishes behind him peering up at you, looking half asleep.

he groans. "out of all people.. me, really?" you sigh and nod mutely. "sorry. it was in the spur of the moment, i kind of... blurted it out and they don't believe me."

leona makes another sound of seeming irritation. "so your pride is on line? fine.. remember, you're indebted to me after this."

he pauses. "oh, for the record. you're gonna listen to whatever I say. got it?" you can only nod. he was the one accepting after all, it hardly seemed like a fair deal but whatever gets him to succumb to your one wish.

this will be okay right? this will be beneficial to him, even better if it requires minimal effort

leona still can't wrap the thought of why, you've chosen him out of all students in the school, even one of your so dear, first year best freinds would be a better choice. he internally sighs at your carelessness. If you hadn't been so quick to be defensive then maybe he wouldn't be in this situation at all..

but then again he would still need to lift another limb if he ended up not accepting with ruggie being busy in the meanwhile. he thinks, watching you scurry around. obviously struggling and lowkey annoyed at his vigorous commands. is this how a king feels? to be able to get someone to obey without much complaints.

ruggie doesn't know what in the seven is going on and why you were like some kind of new, additional servant to the housewarden but he doesn't really care, if anything your involvement had made his life a lot easier.

and what does ruggie appreciate? something to lessen the load of work leona just piles on him! nice see you again prefect. now you're gonna be someone that ruggie's gonna use to skip out on all the work he deems to hard for his poor, overworked self. be ready. he's gonna work you to the absolute bone.

accompanied by lots of school works, upcoming tests and more errands from crowley. adding leona's needs didn't exactly help your case. if anything it made your headaches more frequent and, more prone to passing out because you could literally see your vision blur at random times in the day.

your 'freinds' ended up inviting you to some kind of acquaintance party. which you'd be stress free of going to if it weren't the fact that they insisted for your so called 'boyfreind' to come along. for a couple of freinds, they sure are persistent on humiliating you. but what can you do? they have more influence than you.

"there's a party, I need you to go with me."

you had told leona when he had his back turned to you. "hngh... what a pain..." you could hear him mumble and perhaps even the small disappointment of knowing that you'll be going alone. it's not that you minded his reaction to the situation, if you went alone then you'd be proved as a liar.

the party was in a few weeks. prior to the party then you'd go along as his errand runner until the day arrives. even then, there's still a small bubble of hope. despite the fact that you're sure he won't even bother. for now you'd trust him, leona isn't known for his promises. but he helped you during that time in octavinelle, even if the intentions were made to benefit himself.

..and if he just put up with your little plan. he'd get an obedient little 'servant' he can boss around with ruggie. if you can deal with crowley then you surely can put up with leona. at the very least, his commands are just him being his lazy self compared to the piles crowley would give you.

his commands usually being "fetch me another pillow in the closet." or "get me meat from the kitchen." leona being leona.. = never putting the effort to do something rather than snooze the whole day.

the first week consisted of you mainly getting more packed with work. crewel noticed the tired face you sported in class, he even caught you sleeping several times. usually he'd whip up a good punishment.. but, maybe you need it. of course he'd confronted crowley about it but you don't exactly know.

and your whole load got lighter, even if it isn't a lot. and using the confusion into advantage the following days goes by with you feeling lighter than you'd ever been.

leona still stayed the same. you don't even know why you went to him. he didn't make it believable nor initiate anything that implies that he'd chosen you. you were frustrated because even your freinds had noticed despite their being not even from NCR. you'd never posted about leona, only the occasional food pics you'd post on magicam.

they'd still pester you about showing his face.

of course. the school doesn't even know about your whole predicament so if leona doesn't want to, then why even bother? after all, they're not the ones who you're appealing to. slowly this whole things seems very useless since you'd just end up indebted to the lion who didn't lift a finger to help you.

"maybe jack would have been a better option?" you mumble randomly. carefully folding a piece of shirt that definitely belongs to leona, it's scent is eerily familiar. you fan yourself with your hand, it's absolutely hot in here.. how do these boys even survive in the heat?

unkownst to you of the lion that just walked in on the right time to pick up on your words despite still being far away from you. if there was one thing leona hated– it was being compared.

this is weird, what would leona want to call for you? "for your hard work, I'll give you a little prize." leona stretches. ears twitching pleasantly at the sensation of his bones popping. then he lays down and glances at you side ways. "what're you waiting for? come here." while you stood dumbly in the middle of the botanical garden.

and that's how you ended up casually tucked under leona's arm on a patch of green in the botanical garden. the grass tresses tickle your face as if it was caressing it. it brought little comfort to the racing heart you had, and you feared that leona could pick it up. "well this isn't bad is it?"

he opens his eyes and peeks at you, a little exasperated. "herbivore. calm down will you? don't catch feels for me so fast." before you could answer he's already fast asleep, even going as far as snuggling closer like you were his pillow!

"that's not..." you trail off. awkwardly adjusting your position as you'd tried to wriggle out prior, which ended up being a fail since you failed to recognize how strong a lion could be.. you sigh and succumb to your ultimate demise. might as well catch up on some sleep, right?

(is it really a coincidence for leona to suddenly pull you to nap just after you've looked so exhausted? I will leave you to interpret that.) <- a factor to his invitation, the minor one being him hell bent on proving that he's obviously better and not one to compare to.

"leonaaa.. leonaaa! I know you're in here.."

ruggie ends up finding his housewarden and the prefect of ramshackle snuggling into each other like a pair of lion mates.. er... lion and human mate?? was that even okay.. a lion and a human together wasn't very common, lions liked to stick to other lions. uncommon but you're not the only case.

the second week passes by with less stress than the first one. you're now somehow obligated to attend leona's mandatory morning, afternoon, and night naps. the fact that the leona himself is dragging himself to your class instead of actually sleeping to drag you to sleep with him. (that was confusing) is suspicious enough as it is.

so jack ends up having an urge, something to resolve his curiosity that he can't help. though he has an inner crisis, he ultimately ends up asking you about it to which you casually reply. "oh, leona? we're... together.." you mumbled.

what now 😃

jack is honestly quite confused. come on now. you and the housewarden? that's the pair that no one would expect. if he remembers correctly. you and leona barely talked to each other and even got into a few disputes yourself! it just sounds kinda bizarre given how he treats you like a nobody.

^ typical leona behavior to everyone else but still..

from what you know. leona doesn't own a magicam, hell. you haven't even seen him carrying a phone around. but apparently you were wrong when ruggie casually showed you leona's page like it was nothing. you woulda assumed it's just ruggie trying to mess with you if the followers didn't have the verified user of @/farena. people from leona's homeland struck you as people who don't really care about technology but guess you're wrong again..

(leona wasn't following back)

somehow theres actually stuff that the page has: for example a blurry picture of leona sleeping. and the caption being messy letters that you used enough brain juice to form 'unca leona'. you laugh and follow leona as a joke, scrolling through his page full of blurry pics and selfies from cheka. some from the king himself.

though you don't know if you're suprised if leona followed you back or how he was still awake. his 0 following now turned into 1.

now you have a curious big brother in your dms whose curiously asking who you are. and your freinds pestering you once again, this time quering about the mysterious follow of a prince! you almost forgot they knew your social media.

you end up ignoring them in favor of actually getting to know farena. you suppose that if you'd told leona he'd definitely get upset and stingy with you so you decide on not letting him know. farena exchanges greetings with you before going into a discussion about leona.

as if some kind of flip. he did a 180° and is now telling you embarrassing stories about leona. sending you old pictures of a young leona that you'd never thought you'd see.

what an entertaining night..

the third week arrived faster than you had thought. you were mainly focused on completing your tasks as well as balancing your student life. if anything both are pretty much the same. at that time, leona had pretty much given you access to everything he owns. he no longer makes a fuss over you arriving at the dorm, if anything. he seems pleased.

and sometimes he calls for you himself! last time you remember he was just about seconds from grumbling away because of your presence alone due to the confiscation if your dorm! and now if lions could purr you could pretty much imagine him doing so because he seems so intent on letting you sleep next to him.

on.his.bed.

did I mention he kicks grim out of the bed when he thinks you don't know as you both sleep? someone get this cat a break because you are both grim's blessing and nightmare. all these boys are doing crazy things to sever his bond with HIS henchman! >:(

oh you wanna sleep on his bed? wait for him would you? you're hungry? fine. lion prides usually have their individual fair shares anyways. basically the epitome of "we share everything." this doesn't extend to him only you know, so there's unspoken rule that you have to share yours too. he doesn't really ask much but you're starting to question why he keeps taking your blankets, returning it and then taking it again after a few weeks.

(I'm sure you know)

surprisingly leona's attendance to class had been so frequent whenever you were somehow involved to the point where trein had asked you to 'help' him in class. by that he really meant being some kind of assistant.. not that you minded (you did) but why?

oh… crewel is his potionology teacher? he hates the professor because he treats leona like a goddamn puppy. so leona just skips it all out until somehow you had gotten involved. just when he was about to step out from the classroom to skip you enter to pass a stack of paper to crewel. the man asks you to assist him with some things.

why's he suddenly in his seat??

did I mention that lions are quite possessive of things they claim?

…

the weeks just blur in comparison and now you're walking to the party alone. shivering at the unfortunate winter blessed upon the streets of.. this world or whatever.. it's been only a few times since you've left campus, a majority only ever to visit the girls.

you peer at your watch. he's 32 minutes late... you sigh, shoving your cold fingers in your pockets. what was the point in waiting anymore? you'd be more of an embarrassment if you turn up to the party more late, and partnerless..

the cold, merciless winter doesn't do justice against the icy feeling your heart adorns.

that's how you arrived at the doorstep of your freind, particles of visible snow clouding your attire. as they struggle to hold in their laugh. "you're late!" I know..

"c-pfft..come on in!"

you nod. dusting off the snow over your jacket and hanging it. it's too bad. you look down at the attire under your coat. cause for once you had actually tried to make an effort to make yourself look presentable. to try and make yourself look appealing even, in the slightest hopes of impressing…

hm. you shake your head and stand awkwardly in a corner, everyone doesn't seem to notice you.

this normalcy--, you glance at someone making hand motions. then their hand bursts into a dance of fiery, passionate flames. --is something I can never get.

after all… there is no such thing as magic back in your world. it's dull, boring and certainly tempted to just pluck away all your hopes and burn it when you start high school.

you ended up staying for more or less, half an hour. you let yourself explore the house, it was quite big. smaller than ramshackle but it looks more regal and clean. you're almost jealous. the food was good, there wasn't a lot of meat. mainly vegetables.

the most you could do was escape to the front porch to ignore their never ending remarks. your phone in your hand as you engage in small, admittedly idiotic talk with your two best freinds, seated on a swinging, wooden..swing thing. housewarden collared me again. ace's text read. it provided you with small warmth to fight against glacial temperature.

you smile.

you don't have animal ears like the savanaclaw beastmen but you can almost hear a pair of footwear crunching in the snow. then there's a pair of shoes entering your vision. you look up and--

"leona?"

"this party's boring, let's go." he doesn't acknowledge the fact that he basically stood you up for like an.. hour or two? you always knew he was prideful. instead he engaged in a minute length staring contest. until he slouches his shoulders and sighs in defeat. "fine, have it your way."

silence.

"you know I set up an alarm, I missed it." you blink and stare at him from your peripheral vision, it looks like he's going to continue. "can ya believe that? I'm disrupting my sleep for you. tch, so don't act so sad when I've gone through all the trouble. all right?"

".. you don't need these losers anyways. all you need is me."

you stay quiet when he sits down beside you, spreads his legs and slides his arm behind you, stretching. like he owns the house. the swing creaks under his weight.

it doesn't feel so cold anymore. "I'm here now so you owe me." you shake your head. the whole thing was basically pointless but you were too happy to end the whole pretending thing. "what do you want.?"

he grins. "you."

you gawk. "huh?!"

me after writing the last part..👩‍🦽

azul ashengrotto — when you’re too curious for your own good so you strike up a deal.

"to sum it all up, you would like an experience?" azul hums. the slightest tip of his hat casts the ever mysterious persona over his face, making it more eery.

you blankly nod. a bit embarrassed to admit that you've come to him for the silliest of reasons: to experience a relationship to the full extent.

you weren't that desperate. just.. curious. you know what they say don't you? curiosity kills the cat.

azul assumes a confident look. "hehehe.. I can do that, aren't i so kind." for I, am gracious.

woah is this some kind of deja vu..

this time around, after learning through your past lessons. you've skimmed every part of the contract for any loop holes that might and will be used against you.

oh.. this whole thing was a grand plan was it? to get you to be his anemone.. servant? but wasn't he banned by crowley from ever using his unique magic? perhaps there's still some kind of catch that you haven't caught on yet. you cast one more suspicious look at the smiling azul before signing your signature on the very bottom.

anyhow, the details of the contract was for azul to help you experience a relationship. in return you'll be an additional help, whenever. if he needs a helping hand you'd be inclined to aid him.

there was this absolutely embarrassing silence that made you want to self destruct. because he's just there smiling like nothing is wrong as he tucks the contract into his... sleeve? what the hell how could that fit in there. 🙁

you shake your head just as he extends a hand towards you. when you look up he displays you an awfully charming grin. "shall we?" you take his hand. "where are we going?"

"I must not let a lady walk by herself, no? even it isn't night. it is still dangerous."

it was first thing in the morning when you set out to octavinella since you knew azul would be up anyways, plus there were less students around the campus. even your grim was fast asleep in the mornings, you'd have to go back quickly if you don't want him to make a fuss about the lack of breakfast. not that crowley provided you with it anyways..

when you arrive in ramshackle. grim is already on the front porch, looking gravely hungry. his ears perk up when he catches sight of you. and then droops again when he sees azul on your side, to him. looking very suspicious as always. "hey you! what're you doing with my henchman!" grim screeched. obviously still scarred from his previous experiences that weren't so pleasant with the octavinella dorm leader.

you had to restrain grim before he could start tearing up azul's coat.

the first week is relatively normal. and azul actually makes it so that you feel as though you're actually in a relationship with him. but you've both come to an agreement that the affection will remain to a certain 'professional' extent, as he is not entirely comfortable with it. which you've come to learn, he isn't used to it.

you once accidentally bumped shoulders with him when you were sitting on a long chair with a few other students, his glasses fogged up for some reason, his face was tinged pink and he jerked back so far that you thought he actually hated you for 10 seconds straight.

he kind of stayed more hyper aware of his surroundings after that.

I kind of got off topic so let's continue the whole thing going around the first week.

azul has made it possible to organize some kind of dates, exclusively only ever happening whenever he's sure that both of your schedules align. It's surprisingly a daily occurrence since the first and second year's schedule are pretty much the same. (if I'm wrong please inform me.)

it wasn't too long before the tweels found out. maybe a couple of days after you've made the deal with azul. after the promise of floyd leaving him alone if he'd tell them why he's acting to affectionate with the prefect of ramshackle, which ends up with floyd looking a little disappointed and jade, bemused.

"ehh.. that's too bad, I thought you actually charmed shrimpy.. your game is weaker than I thought."

"excuse me?!"

"fufufu.. most entertaining, azul looks flustered."

after more comments from floyd. azul eventually makes a promise that he will absolutely charm you to fall in love with him merely out of spite of his childhood freind. and you're just confused why he's taking the whole thing a lot more seriously.

second week is filled with vigorous efforts of azul trying to woo you after doing excessive research of your own interests. he isn't usually so fired up over floyd's teasing as he'd basically grown up with it, but for some reason he is?

you're just confused why he's suddenly so determined to treat the whole thing more seriously than before. you don't exactly find the sudden change unpleasant, just a little suspicious as to what made his transition so apparent.

you always 'accidentally' bump into azul at the most convenient times. it usually happens whenever a class had ended and there isn't another for a while. azul just smiles and invites you to sit with him for lunch. which is a suprise since he was so adamant on keeping the deal under wraps.

you could only sit beside him. silently weeping at the prying stares many had thrown your way. the twins ended up sitting in your table (you could've sword azul's glasses cracked when floyd separated you two and sat in the middle of you and azul)

jade only displays a cool, menacing smile as usual.

by then you'd gotten unusually close with the trio. finding out things you hadn't even assumed, like how azul seems so aggressive with the twins sometimes out of goodwill. now you have a pair of lowkey protective eels and a stupefied octopus that can help you for a price scam.

being friends with them had its pros, came with it was the cons. which included several of the students that tried to be freindly with you being less talkative, suddenly paling in the middle of the conversation. (unkownst to you about the two glowering eels behind you)

the possessiveness is given by all three of them. for a reason still unknown but you're still skeptical.

the information that this whole thing is just playing pretend would most likely be tucked neatly in the back of your mind. where you'd admittedly forget for a few moments, too deep to escape from the temporary loneliness and certainly too real to register that it isn't.

here's the thing. azul is absolutely great at deceiving, you're already aware the moment you learned just how many contracts he'd 'earned'.

and unfortunately for you. there was a time where you'd actually thought he genuinely loved you because the way his eyes just.. sparkle, crinkling up and the soft smile.. you just rather shake your head and convince yourself that it wasn't real, it never was.

"thank you for your help, as promised. I'll help out with whatever you need as payment."

azul's brows creases. "wha—oh.. ahem. I see, much appreciated. let's talk about the details later." he nods. uncharacteristically quiet.

there is a moment of silence before he speaks up again, looking more confident than ever. "just wait a second. would you like to extend the deadline?" you blink in bewildered and gape like a fish.

so all you could muster up was a small. "huh?" where was this going and where did he get the idea? you can almost feel your heart just about to swim away! the offer is so tempting but you aren't sure about what he wants..

you shake your head. "for um.. how long?"

he smirks. "forever."

okay I lowkey got embarassed writing that so bye 👋👋

🏷 : @dicetheroll @ravynous @gh0stbastard

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moibakadesu · 23 days

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Okay, here we go, my interpretations and rambles about the 4th anniversary art. I know everybody is doing that right now and a lot of my thoughts might be the same as a lot of other people's, but the brainworms are active.

Let's start that it is brilliant that they went with a funeral theme for the 4th anni and to top it off they released it on the 4th of April. As a lot of you might know, 4 stands for death in Japanese (and various other asian countries), as it is pronounced the same.

My initial prediction for the art was, that it would be the funeral of the prisoners themselves and that we would see them lying on the frame of flowers (chrysanthemum, white lilies and white roses, all traditional funeral flowers). But as it turns out, we have the prisoners attending the funeral of their victims, so to speak.

So of course we have everybody in classic funeral attire, and sadly that doesn’t make for a lot of variety for the guys, sans the shoes, some buttons and different seams and pockets, but they all look splendid in it (and it stops Fuuta from combining it with some ridiculous fashion choices), so I can vibe with it.

For the girls we have of course a bit more to look at in terms of different clothes, the ones who are still visiting school in their respective uniforms, although in dark tones to fit in the whole composition, and Mappi with a simple dress as well as Kotoko with a chic blazer and trousers combo.

The wardens take the role of the priest who would attend a traditional Japanese funeral, how very fitting. Everybody is very pretty. I do still prefer akka’s art, but kee did a very good job capturing everybody as well.

Now the really interesting part is of course how everybody is holding their bouquets. I think the general consensus is that they stands for the victims, or in a wider sense the emotional stance that each prisoner has in regards to their murder. Let’s go in order from left to right.

Mikoto: Very prim and proper. I am in the camp that thinks that Mikoto committed the murder, not John, but also that he genuinely doesn’t remember anymore (due to stress-induced amnesia etc.). So it makes a lot of sense that he holds it in the most neutral and normal way possible. He doesn’t know the victim, he doesn’t have any particular feelings regarding it that he can remember.

Kazui: Holding it very lightly, but not as careless as if you would have to fear it falling to the ground. Maybe symbolic for the lack of emotional commitment in his marriage, due to being homosexual? Somewhat fitting to the lyrics of Cat, “let’s keep it simple”, keep it casual, these feelings are not real and very fleeting.

Shidou: Oh, he is interesting. He is holding the flowers exactly like you would a young baby, proper head and body support with both his hands and arm, while being very gentle with it. Further evidence that his murder ended up being one of his sons. As I assume ending up braindead after an accident and Shidou having to give the okay to use him as an organ donor.

Fuuta: My angry little ginger. And his anger shines through, what are you gripping your flowers so tightly for, little man? He is holding it almost like a weapon, very much the hero of justice with his sword ready to strike. I find it interesting that he is the only prisoner not smiling. I thought maybe because he is the one who is the most terrified about what his actions have led to? He was deeply riddled by remorse from the beginning after all, as much as he didn't want to admit that.

Haruka: Oh Haruka, what are you doing? His is … interesting. My theory is still that the murder he is actually is in Milgram for is a suicide, and the way he is holding the flowers does a good job in supporting that thought. He is holding the bouquet upside down, with not much apparent care for its state, some petals falling on the floor, and more importantly, on himself. I think this might represent how he has little to none self-worth and care for himself. Another thing I did see a japanese fan on Twt talk about was the meaning of an upside down bouquet. Apparently there is a superstition about holding flowers upside down, so that they … absorb water faster. This is both a good way to show Haruka’s innocence about the world as he would possibly believe such a thing as well as … very grim, as I think he drowned himself.

Yuno: Similar to Shidou she is holding her flowers a lot like you would an infant, and … well, that speaks for itself I would say. There is no ill feeling or disrespect towards the unborn life, is what just not meant to be with her.

Muu: Holding her bouquet behind her back, just like she does not want the fact that it might in fact have been her fault behind her victim act. Could also go very well with how she most likely did hide the box cutter out of sight until she struck.

Mahiru: She is holding her flowers very gently, delicately, with a lot of love, of course, it’s Mappi after all. Maybe almost a bit too close to her, if she is not careful she could crush or squish them easily. As it is in line with how destructive her relationship ended up being.

Amane: Oh Amane, the disrespect, haha. Carelessly discarded behind her. Sinners are worthless and need to be punished, right? Nothing wrong with quite literally stepping over dead bodies. The little girl is quite savage, I have to give her that much.

Kotoko: She is a bit hard for me to read. Her grip on the bouquet is concealed, does she maybe not want to admit how tightly she is holding on to it as a parallel how she does not want to admit to her sadistic tendencies, because it is after all always for justice, nothing else. Hmmm.

#milgram #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #es milgram #milgram theory #moi rambles

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antonarcana · 4 months

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Gay?? Gay people???

(He/him for both)

[Image ID; A digital drawing of two anthropomorphic unicorn men kissing. Both of their eyes are closed. Their expressions are a mixture of melancholic and loving. They are both wearing attire loosely inspired by the late 1800s in Denmark, but intentionally anachronistic.

The unicorn on the left has dark grey fur with a dark, muted pink patch on his nose, a white blaze stripe in the center of his face, a deep, muted yellow star surrounding his deep black, straight, swirled horn. His ears are fluffy, and the inside of them are the same dark, muted pink as his nose. His mane and tail are very curly, his mane is voluminous and reaches the top of his back, and his tail has a deep, muted yellow ribbon tied around the base. He is wearing a mid tone brown blazer with golden buttons, with trousers of a similar, slightly darker colour. Underneath the blazer is an off white collared shirt and a cravat of the same colour as his trousers. One of his arms is down by his side, the other has its hand resting on the top of the other man’s back.

The unicorn on the right is bright white, the inside of his fluffy ears and the tip of his nose a soft pink, like you can slightly see his skin through the fur on his nose. He is taller than the other man, bending over slightly to kiss him. He has an unusually long mane, bright white and with curls towards the ends. His curtain bangs, way shorter than the rest, are voluminous as they frame his face. The rest of his mane is very long, and tied up into a high ponytail. He is wearing a black, long coat with brass buttons, a sleeve for his lion tail on the back. He is wearing warm brown straight leg trousers, and a cravat of the same colour above an off white collared shirt. He is also wearing large, circular glasses with gold frames. One of his hands is gently gripping the other man’s arm, the other is resting on his partner’s back.

End ID.]

#furry art #illustration #fantasy illustration #furry #anthro art #digital illustration #unicorn #art

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inchidentally · 26 days

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was originally writing this as tags on this photoset of Carlos but god no I need to write it out properly bc god knows carcar carloscar fans need more in our tags <3<3

also part blame falls on @wisteriagoesvroom as a carloscar enabler in chief !!!

AU where Carlos is already with Ferrari when Oscar was with Prema and they cross paths in Italy at the same facility while both filming media…

the Prema boys can't resist sneaking over to the next room to watch the big boys at Ferrari - maybe get an autograph or a picture! and Oscar has to suddenly grip his hoodie in front of himself when he sees Carlos looking like THAT. and then Carlos spots the pretty pink thing with the sweet mouth huddled with his friends, and the devastating fucker actually winks at Oscar. Robert and Logan look like their eyes are about to fall out of their heads and Fred is suppressing spasms of laughter but all of them freeze when Carlos saunters over to them, still wearing that second-skin hi vis top that clings all the way down to the grooves of his groin.

and maybe Carlos casually introduces himself to them and poses for selfies. but as the boys are scolded back to their own room for filming, maybe Carlos wraps a big tanned hand around Oscar's wrist and ohhhh my Carlos' fingers overlap so deep around the fine bones. his voice casually offers to take Oscar for dinner that night bc he's heard a lot about this impressive kid and he always likes to scope out the guys he'll be racing against one day. but his eyes are saying that he'd like to get to know the intimate skin of Oscar's thighs where they meet his ass.

Carlos goes so far as to meet Oscar at the shared accommodation and with a huge effort Oscar keeps the other boys from going all googly eyed out the window. Carlos is dressed in just a linen button down and dark trousers and it makes Oscar self-conscious about having borrowed a blazer from one of the race engineers to wear over his only pair of nice pants and a white collared shirt he's had since school. Carlos' Ferrari is as cool as he is and Oscar feels at ease finally in gushing about it all the way to the restaurant. Carlos seems to maybe be laughing a little bit at him but Oscar doesn't mind. and when Carlos says maybe he'll have something just as nice one day soon, Oscar lifts his chin and returns that 'maybe he'll have something even nicer'. it's clearly the right thing to say because Carlos tips his head back and actually cackles. he says "I knew I was going to like you, guapito" and slaps a huge hairy hand over Oscar's upper thigh.

Oscar had expected to be taken to a nice, cozy trattoria or some obnoxiously exclusive spot with celebrities "off duty" that Carlos would probably ignore. he wasn't expecting a small table in the intimate outdoor garden terrace of a restaurant that doesn't even have a sign out front. there's a heavenly breeze that didn't seem to exist outside the magic of the six tables placed comfortably apart from each other. the entire space is sinking into a pinky-orange dusk with only lanterns and candlelight illuminating everyone's faces.

Carlos is actually even funnier than he seems in the videos Oscar's been watching since he was probably too young to have a crush on someone Carlos' age. he's also crazy smart and can keep pace with Oscar in discussions about aerodynamics and the stuff that he knows a lot of other drivers don't want to be bothered about. he's also intimidatingly cultured and well-traveled and yes, unavoidably part of exceptionally elite society. there are strong divergences in their experiences both in and outside of racing but Oscar tilts his chin up with pride and refuses to feel embarrassed about chasing sponsorship money. he can see Carlos assessing him in those moments and his smile looks warm, not condescending.

two other things Oscar discovers about Carlos: he has no understanding of personal space, and he's got an iron constitution when it comes to potent wine. Oscar had tried to keep up so that he didn't seem like a total baby but still had to alternate his sips with water. Carlos had chuckled and stroked the hot open flat of his hand over each of Oscar's red cheeks, mumbling something in Italian to the waiter and they both grinned at Oscar knowingly.

the delicious food and heavy scent of earth carrying over from the countryside make Oscar feel sleepy and slightly dreamy as night settles around them. at some point, their chairs had scooted closer together and Oscar leaned more and more into Carlos' casual touch. Carlos' eyes are fully black in the dim light and the flame of the candle on their table is the only light reflected in them. his hand had gripped the back of Oscar's neck jokingly but he'd kept it there, massaging slightly. Oscar had hummed and then the fingers slipped up to cup the base of Oscar's skull, rubbing circles over the soft, closely cropped hairs.

Oscar can't even blame the wine he'd given up trying to enjoy an hour ago when he steadies himself with a hand on Carlos' thigh and pushes a closed-mouth kiss against Carlos' lips. he can't stop the whine when Carlos pulls away after a moment, leaning back in to whisper "not here" into his ear.

and maybe Carlos hastily pays up and guides Oscar with a big warm hand curled around where Oscar's waist dips narrow and lean. and maybe Carlos turns the car in the opposite direction of Oscar's accommodation, throwing a questioning look at him, to which Oscar replies by sinking lower into his seat and cupping himself lazily where he's been thickening up for the better part of an hour. Carlos swears heavily under his breath and speeds up to get to his apartment.

and Carlos crowds Oscar inside, carefully not putting his hands anywhere untoward as they climb the public stairs but never taking them off of him either. Carlos is on him the second he turns the lock on the door, pryng Oscar's mouth open with the kinds of kisses Oscar remembers seeing on his mom's favorite shows but that he didn't think existed in real life. how could anyone feel confident in taking someone else's mouth like that?

Carlos may not be much taller but he's broad and strong and muscles Oscar to the bedroom with ease. Oscar probably gets a surge of panic over wanting to make sure he gets at least one fantasy lived out in case Carlos doesn't like his body or changes his mind or gets a call from some supermodel who wants to come over and he boots Oscar out.

so he pulls away and actually begs to be allowed to blow Carlos, not even caring that his voice broke on the 'ple-ase'. and that's how Carlos ends up hastily throwing an accent pillow down on the floor for Oscar to kneel on while Carlos leans back on his arms on the bed with one hand curled in Oscar's hair, urging him on. it's seeing Oscar's arm moving furtively out of sight and realizing that Oscar's getting off just from energetically but inexpertly blowing him that gets Carlos to climax. he apologizes because he hadn't even warned him, but the sight of Oscar shuddering through his own orgasm and moaning with his open mouth overfilling with Carlos is honestly worth the rudeness.

reasoning that someone Oscar's age has practically no refractory period, Carlos hauls him up onto the bed and strips them both. he grips Oscar behind both knees and lays into abusing the flesh of his inner thighs that have been on his mind since that afternoon. he pushes Oscar's legs up even higher to get his teeth and tongue on the exact crease of thigh and cheek and works each side until the skin is red raw from his stubble. Oscar is making these small, broken-off noises that are driving Carlos crazy and he drops both legs to work his way up to Oscar's beautiful pecs. he assumes no one has ever paid attention to this area before now because Oscar nearly bucks him off the bed with how intensely he reacts.

and Carlos has probably gotten hard again so he swipes his lube from the bedside table and jerks them both off one-handed while worrying one of Oscar's nipples red and sore. Oscar comes again and Carlos has to kneel up and finish all over Oscar's pale, pink chest. some of it hits Oscar's chin where some of Carlos' come had already started to dry from before.

and maybe there's a moment after they've both recovered enough to think where Oscar is about to awkwardly as for a cab or maybe a ride back but Carlos gets ahead of it and tells him to text his friends and Carlos will drive him back in the morning.

and Carlos smirks when Oscar hovers his fingers over his phone, clearly unsure of how to phrase it. "go ahead and tell them all about it, it'll drive them crazy"

and Oscar smiles to himself as he types out who he's with and why and what they've done and then gazes up at Carlos who is holding Oscar's chin between thumb and forefinger, wiping down his face with a warm cloth.

"you're going to be bad news for me, Oscar. I can tell.”

there is a seriousness behind it that Oscar is too young and inexperienced to hear. instead he smirks and digs a knee into Carlos' side.

"you bet I am"

#carloscar #carcar #my writing

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natsstar · 1 year

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Professor Romanoff?

pairing: fem reader x professor! romanoff

warnings: smut! age gap! (i have a thing for older women leave me alone.) power bottom! nat (ish) oral (r giving) fingering (r giving)

word count: 2000

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“Y/N!” a voice calls behind you in the hallway.

You turn your head to see Wanda walking up to you. “Hey Wands. Ready for class?”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you walk into room 408, ready for Russian Lit. It was by far your hardest class, taught by the infamous Professor Romanoff. Romanoff was known for being hard and stern, holding her students to high expectations. Nobody you knew had ever gotten an A in her class. You two sit down in the back of the class as you hear the professor’s heels clicking into the room. She’s wearing black trousers with a leather blazer and a white button down blouse underneath. Along with being infamously difficult, she was also known for being infamously hot, and God she knew it too. Her red hair falling down her smooth neck, cutting off right above her shoulders. You always hate to admit it but- you didn’t actually mind her class. It’s hard, sure, but you get to stare at the beautiful redhead for an hour and a half every Tuesday and Thursday, how could you complain? You always did your best in her class, even though she never noticed. Whatever.

The class flies by and you and Wanda leave, both of you leaving campus to go to your after school jobs.

“Coffee tomorrow before class?” Wanda asks, giving you a knowing smile as the two of you walk towards the parking lot.

“Yea sure. My shift is late tonight so I’ll need it,” you respond, pulling your keys out of your pocket and unlocking your car.

“Don’t work too hard, Y/N!” Wanda calls over her shoulder.

“Yea okay,” you scoff.

—

Work is long- too long. You wait tables at a nearby restaurant, on most weeknights and all day on weekends. You emerge from your shift tired and overwhelmed after closing. You check your phone and sigh, it’s 11 pm- an hour after you should’ve left. You see the fluorescent lights of the “Open” sign across the street and head over. A couple drinks couldn’t hurt- maybe just take your mind off things. You walk into the bar still wearing your work clothes- black jeans, boots, and a blank tank top underneath a rain jacket. Peeling off your jacket you hop onto a barstool with a hmph. The bartender makes his way over- a tall guy with a scruffy beard, maybe a few years older than you, but still attractive. He gives you a wink before taking your drink order, and you can’t help but laugh.

About fifteen minutes go by and you’ve made it through your first drink, your chin resting on your hand as you lazily wait for your next one. This guy is taking forever. If the wink wasn’t an ick then this definitely is. A few moments later he hops over with a drink- except it’s not yours. The glass is tall and skinny with an olive garnished over the top.

He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off, “I ordered a whiskey over ice,” you say with a polite smile.

“Oh um I know but-” he nods his head down the counter, “that lady over there sent this over to you.” You crane your neck to see who the perpetrator is. She’s not looking this way, but from what you can gather from her side profile she’s hot.

“Martini. Classy,” you retort, taking it from him. “Thank you.” Just as you’re about to take a sip, the mystery woman turns her head towards you, raising her matching glass with a nod. Your mouth misses the glass completely, falling open as your eyes go wide. It’s fucking Professor Romanoff. She’s wearing the same outfit as earlier- how the fuck didn’t you recognize her the second you walked in? You’re snapped out of your trance when she lets out a small chuckle at your reaction, turning her head back to the counter as she sets down her drink. Absolutely dumbstruck, you do the same. Is my professor trying to fuck me? You find your cheeks reddening and your palms getting sweaty at the thought.

You see her moving out of the corner of your eye- slowly turning your head to watch her actions. She makes eye contact with you as she takes off her blazer, draping it over the stool before stalking her way to the bathroom.

“Well shit,” you mutter under your breath, taking a massive swig over your drink before stumbling out of your seat and following her. The bartender gives you a weird look as you make a beeline for the bathroom. You send him a wink before pushing open the door, quickly locking it behind you and pressing your back to the cool wood.

She’s sitting on the sink, legs crossed, her focus completely on picking the skin of her cuticles. You stand there for a moment, breathing heavily with anticipation.

“Y/N.” Professor Romanoff husks out.

“Professor, I-“

“Natasha,” she cuts you off, finally lifting her head to look at you, giving you a piercing stare. “You’ll call me Natasha tonight.”

“Ok,” you breathe out shakily.

She hooks a finger in your direction, and you’re pulled towards her like a cat on its prey. She opens her legs as you rush to place yourself in between them, your mouth attaching to the soft skin of her neck as you slide your hands up her thighs. Natasha lets out a groan, tilting her head back as you suck purple marks into her flesh.

“What the fuck is happening,” you mutter in between sloppy kisses up the woman’s jaw.

“Shh shh,” she hushes, a hand snaking into your hair as she drags your lips to hers.

You let out a soft moan the moment Natasha’s lips press to yours, the older woman taking the opportunity to slide her tongue into your open mouth. She’s kissing you frantically, teeth clashing ever so often as she scrapes her fingernails down your scalp. You press your hips into her center and Natasha gives you a low groan, ever so slightly arching her back into you. Your hands clasp onto her thighs and your hips roll, pulling a louder moan from Natasha, her mouth leaving yours as it hangs open.

“Clothes. Off.” Natasha says demandingly.

You nod, making quick work on the buttons of her shirt, peeling it off of her before stepping back to take off your own shirt. You rake your eye’s up your professor’s exposed torso, admiring her soft muscles and how deliciously messed up her hair is. Natasha doesn’t wait for you, reaching back to unclip her bra, her eyes never leaving yours. Your gaze remains on her face until you can’t take it anymore, surging forward and palming her soft chest. You pinch her nipples and she groans, her legs coming to wrap around your body as she finds your lips again. The kiss is passionate, but short, your mouth leaving hers to trail down her chest, your mouth attaching to her nipple. She places a hand on your head, urging you to continue as her other hand slams behind her on the counter in a bid to keep upright. You waste no time showering her chest with attention, pulling her hardened nipples by your teeth before soothing them with your tongue. Natasha tugs at your hair, urging you where she wants and you grumble out a laugh, her need boosting your ego. She’s thoroughly hot and bothered by this point, her chest flushed and heaving and her pupils blown with lust. You figure it’s not the time to tease, your lips trailing down her abdomen with wet kisses until you reach her slacks. You unbutton them quickly, letting them slide down her legs before tossing them in the corner. Natasha reaches for you again, her hand tangling into your hair and pulling you up harshly. You grip onto her waist, kissing her hungrily. The woman reaches around you, unclipping your bra and ducking her head down to get her mouth on your chest. She sucks on your flesh, avoiding your sensitive buds for the time being as she marks you. You sigh happily, placing your hand on Natasha’s head as she leaves soft bruises in her wake. You jump when she finally takes your nipple in her mouth, the reality of the situation finally hitting you.

My professor has my tits in her mouth.

My HOT professor has my tits in her mouth.

She trails her mouth back up your neck, placing a soft kiss to your jaw before taking it between her fingers and forcing you to look at her. Her grip is firm, but you don’t mind, essentially deciding that you’d let her do whatever she wants to you at this point.

“Y/N,” the professor says, “Your mouth.” Her eyes flick down to where your hips are pressed into hers, a smirk creeping up her swollen lips.

You try to hide your excitement, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before dropping to your knees. Your hands run up and down Natasha’s thighs, slowly guiding both of her legs to rest on your shoulders. Natasha scoots her hips closer to your face, her lip tucked between her teeth as she waits in anticipation. You place a row of kisses up her leg, pausing once you get to her panties and looking up at her for confirmation. She nods hurriedly and you quickly remove her last article of clothing. You curl your arms around her thighs, locking her in as you finally inhale her scent. You lick a strip through Natasha’s folds, eliciting a whimper from the woman before you. You take your tie, circling your tongue through her heat, avoiding her clit as she gets more and more desperate. You place a light kiss on her clit, pulling your head back and bringing a single finger to her cunt.

“Don’t tease,” Natasha growls out.

You just smirk back at her, holding eye contact as you slide a finger into her. Your finger curls and you add a second, Natasha’s head falling back in a low groan.

“Look at me,” you mutter, and she does. Lazily lifting her head back up and locking her eyes on yours. You lean down, harshly sucking her clit into your mouth, your gaze never leaving hers. You relish the way her jaw falls open at your ministrations, her biceps flexing as her hands desperately grip the counter beneath her. You pick up the pace, pumping your fingers in and out of the woman faster as you lap at her clit. Natasha’s a mess, struggling to keep her eyes open and on you as her stomach begins to contract. You give her a particularly hard thrust of your fingers, hitting her sweet spot and causing her hips to buck up into your face.

“That’s it baby,” she says under her breath, her legs coming to wrap around behind you, locking you in with her ankles. You let out a moan into her pussy and it sends her hips jerking up, the pleasure bordering on too much. You can tell Natasha’s close, her breathing frantic as her thighs begin to clamp around your head.

“Come for me,” You say into her center, momentarily removing your mouth from her clit before taking it back between your lips and sucking. Natasha comes, hard. A loud moan rips through her body as she shakes beneath you, her eyes never leaving yours as she comes to. You shallowly give her your fingers as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, pulling the last few tremors from her body as you trace circles over her clit with your tongue. Natasha’s body goes slack, slouching back towards the wall as she pushes her hair out of her face. You slide up her body, pulling her into a soft kiss as her breathing becomes less labored. Natasha groans as she tastes herself on your tongue.

“My place,” she mutters into your lips. “Let me return the favor.”

She can feel the curve of your smile at her words. You won’t be making that coffee run with Wanda tomorrow morning.

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