#the flirting is based on yours truly ✨

[daimyosprincess]

PART I: FOREWORD

—PAIRING: Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

—SERIES RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—SUMMARY: When the new Mandalorian studies professor Boba Fett comes into the university library looking for help, you’re more than happy to be of assistance.

—WORD COUNT: 6.4k

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, references to sexual themes, alternate universe, professor!Boba, age gap relationship between an older man and younger woman (reader is mid-twenties and Boba is late forties), bisexual reader, reader described as having hair, alcohol consumption by reader and others, GRATUITOUS flirting (like a ridiculous amount), use of pet names

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: Here it is, my first ever posted fic! I'm so excited to share this with y'all, it's been so much fun to write. Thank you for all your support for this series. Enjoy the Boba brainrot with me :)

Read on AO3 — Series Masterlist — Taglist

Part II>

The university library is dead—classes aren’t in session and things are slow. The afternoon summer sun streams through the building’s tall windows, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the golden light. The faint rustle of papers turning is the only sound filling the idle air other than you and your coworker’s chatting at the circulation desk. 

“No, I’m telling you there’s no good guys to date here. They’re all either emotionally unavailable or terrible in bed… or both,” your friend Selena gripes. She’s exasperated by the most recent of her flings ghosting her after their last hookup. 

Swirling your iced coffee, you roll your eyes. “Well maybe you need to expand your dating pool, there’s more out there than just twenty-something guys who spend all their time in the gym.” You grin knowingly at your friend—she definitely has a type.

She throws an elbow at you. “Hey! Not all of us are into girls and men old enough to be our dads! Speaking of which…” she cuts off, wiggling her perfect eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice calls from behind your back, “is there a librarian I can speak to about reserving my course materials?” The voice’s vowels lilt and come together like sand being molded by an ocean wave, powerful yet graceful—it’s a voice that could warm you in sunny, shallow waters or drown you in a raging storm.

All but choking on your coffee, you spin to face the front desk. Standing on the other side of the counter is the most handsome man you think you’ve ever seen: copper skin, white teeth, and dark eyes stand atop a crisp linen shirt rolled up to reveal thick, strong forearms. Pale, silvered scars crisscross his skin, glinting in the light, making him look equally dangerous and enticing, like a trap baited with everything you’ve ever wanted.

Shit, he could get me in a lot of trouble… and I’d let him. You clear your throat, doing your best to recover with at least some of your dignity intact—a difficult task when the absolute god of a man before you just heard that you’re definitely into men his age. 

Selena, however, beats you to an answer. “Yes, sir, that would be my coworker here,” she answers in a sing-song voice, “she’s more than happy to help you with anything you need.” You shoot her a dirty look as she flounces away back to her desk in the back, her attitude completely unapologetic.

Being the flirt you are, you did fully intend to hit on this handsome professor, but that’s not the point. Rallying your thoughts, you flash him a dazzling smile. “Yes, I certainly am,” you confirm. “What can I do for you, professor…?” Your voice trails off in anticipation of his response, and you catch the dark gleam in his coffee-colored eyes. 

“Fett, Boba Fett. Professor of Mandalorian studies,” he answers smoothly, his rich timbre confident and unphased by you and Selena’s antics.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, professor,” you respond, matching his blithe tone. You introduce yourself with your name and title as the research materials librarian.

He smirks, flicking his eyes over your frame in a casual, yet interested, way. “I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” When his eyes meet yours again, they flicker with amber fire, bright and tempting.

You let his compliment hang in the sunlit air between you for a moment, gauging whether he too felt the electric connection buzzing between you two. Judging by the glint in his eye and quirk of his lips, he did.

Game on. “Well, usually faculty submit their materials for purchase and reservation at the end of the previous school year or at the beginning of the summer session,” you inform him with an overly patronizing tone. “But I suppose I can make an exception for you since you’re being so polite.” You end your statement with a wink, inviting him in to test the waters.  

Taking your hint, he leans his muscled arms on the high lip of the desk, bringing himself closer into your space. “You’re too kind. Things have been a little difficult since I’m new to the school and wasn’t in the country until last week… and I’d really appreciate your help, princess.” The pet name rolls off his tongue like spiced honey, hot and sweet.

  Your brows arch up and you run your tongue over teeth behind your lips as you consider the handsome professor. Most men you meet are either too intimidated or too stupid to give you a fair fight, but this Boba Fett… he might just be the one. Without saying much, he’s said it all: true power doesn’t need to be defended because it speaks for itself. His innate confidence makes your stomach tighten and your blood run hot—this is going to be even more fun than you first thought. “Why don’t you come into my office and I can see what all I can do for you, Professor Fett,” you offer with a flirty smile.

“Please,” he entreats with a saccharine smile, “call me Boba.”

Leaning against your doorframe, Boba shoulders his leather satchel, his broad shoulders rippling under the material of his shirt. The muscles in his arms carve out valleys in his marked skin, making your mind race with the thought of how those arms would feel around you, lifting you up, or pinning you down beneath him. The way he totally fills up the space around him is enough to send heat between your legs, and the snatches of fantasy only heighten the desire simmering in your core. You’ve done everything you can to help the professor at the moment, but neither of you seem too keen on parting just yet, much to your satisfaction. 

“So how old are you, then?” he asks, eyeing you tilted back in your chair below him.

You’d teased him about his thesis date being long before your birth while you chatted as you submitted his materials requests. “Why, professor,” you taunt, looking up at him from heavy-lidded eyes, “are you trying to make sure I’m at least eighteen?”

He answers with a devil’s grin. “No, just trying to see whether or not I’m old enough to be your father.”

Yep, he definitely heard that earlier, you groan internally as heat pricks up your neck. Not one to be beaten so easily, however, you lazily trail your eyes down to his left hand braced on your door, a smirk splitting your face when you don’t find a ring. “As long as you’re single, I’m twenty-six.”

“And if I’m not?” he counters, cocking his head in pointed curiosity.

You pray to whoever might be listening that he is because you might not survive temptation much longer, not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the sweetest dessert he’s ever seen. “Well then, I’d be twenty-six and disappointed.” 

He snorts, shaking his head with a deliciously low chuckle. “You really are something, aren’t you, little one?”

Your stomach flips at his continued use of the sweet names, but you swallow it down. Boba Fett is a test you intend on passing and that means you have to keep your wits about you.  “I have been told I can be quite the handful. Hope that's not a problem… don’t think it would be for you, though,” you reply, looking him up and down meaningfully and letting your eyes linger on the fabric stretched tight over his biceps. He’s built like a kriffing brick wall, thick and solid, and you want to climb him to the very top. 

The sultry look he gives you makes you think he’d let you, too. “After forty-seven years, princess, I don't think it would be.”

That same hum of charged energy of your initial meeting fills your office as your gaze falls into line with the intense depth of his own. You were wrong before, he’s not looking at you like you’re dessert. You’re prey, soft and open, and he’s the predator tracking you deeper and deeper in the forest, far away so no one would hear your shriek when sunk his teeth into your flesh. 

But did prey ever want to be torn apart by its hunter? You roll your lips together, squeezing your thighs against the embers of desire flickering to life between them. 

A few moments later, your computer chirps with an email notification and you blink back to reality, the tension fizzling out into the surrounding air. Probably for the best since I’m about ten seconds away from jumping this man's bones in my office. Straightening up in your seat, you clear your throat. “Same time tomorrow, then, professor?”

“If it’s not a problem,” he shrugs, his heated gaze betraying his nonchalance, “I know you’re a busy girl.”

He’s clearly enjoying calling you everything but your name and you, much to your surprise, are lapping it up. In an attempt to even the score, you push up from your chair, snatching up one of your business cards from your desk and scribbling your cell number on the back. Sauntering over to him stretched out in your door, you stop just a little closer than absolutely necessary. You slip the piece of paper into his front pocket, pleased with the way the muscle in his jaw twinges at the contact. “Oh, no, it’s no problem at all,” you practically purr, “At the university, we want to make sure our new faculty enjoy everything the library has to offer.” 

He huffs in amusement, not moving away. “Your efforts should be rewarded, then,” he notes, his voice like rich molasses, “You’ve been nothing but eager.”

Before you can stop the impish impulse, you rattle off your usual coffee order. The worst he can say is no, but something tells you he’s willing to indulge you just a bit more than most would.

He tilts his head to the side, his lips twitching into a smile in understanding a second later. “Size?”

“As much as you’re willing to give me,” you wink, flipping your pen between your fingers under your chin. You’d like to think he’d indulge you in that too, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Don’t worry,” he assures, his voice like bittersweet woodsmoke, “I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve.” The promises laced through his words like invisible threads, weaving together images of love-bruised skin and rough hands pressed into soft flesh.  

You swallow thickly, and almost groan in embarrassment when his eyes track the bob of your throat with a smug look. “You could get a man into trouble, little one. A lot of trouble…” 

He shoves off the doorframe, his face swaying dangerously close to yours as he turns to leave. “See you tomorrow, princess.” He says the words like a promise rather than a casual expression.

“Oh, professor?” you call out after him. You can’t let this man come out of your office thinking he’s won your little game, your pride simply won’t allow it—and neither will the lurid desire bubbling up from somewhere deep within you. You want to push him, needle him until he snaps, poke the bear until he takes a swipe. Not very smart for someone who’s definitely the prey.

He turns to face you as if he had been hoping you’d stop him. “Yes?”

“You should know,” you bait, letting your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up in wicked pleasure, “I like trouble.”

Every day since your electrifying meeting has been an excuse to see him: hand delivering something that could have been interofficed, calling his office phone and inviting him to look over some course book in person, or volunteering to give him a tour of campus that happened to include lunch together. Boba’s like a burning sun and you’ve been ensnared in his orbit, your every phase and season given life by his heat.

When you couldn’t find an excuse to be around him, he found one; he came to make copies in the library because his department’s machine “never seems to work right,” the coffee shop gave him an extra pastry he “couldn’t possibly eat,” or the darn databases wouldn’t let him log in and you’re the “only one who can get them to work.” Even when your extensive partnership gathering his course materials came to an end, Boba was quick to offer you a spot in his office to work while last minute construction went on in the library before the start of the fall semester.

Boba’s office is tucked away at the end of a long hall in the gothic-style humanities building and quickly becomes your own personal sanctuary for the remainder of the summer. Its soaring ceiling and long, arched window gave a sense of lightness to the corner space, the natural light reflecting off the pale walls. Brass lamps with warm, golden light keep the room cozy when clouds roll in, along with the sumptuous oriental rug spread over the stone floor. Boba’s furniture is functional and comfortable; a large, sorrel leather couch sits perpendicular against the wall from his sturdy oak desk, accompanied by matching armchairs facing him for visitors. The walls are lined with bookshelves and cabinets housing his impressive personal library and mementos from his illustrious life.

It’s in this ivory tower oasis that your heart begins to grow into a softer shape and your mind settles into the rough-hewn grooves of the professor’s tides. The power of him both rouses and relieves, stirs and soothes; the shards of you are made into soft seaglass by the roll and drag of his waves against the sand. And oh, how you’re tempted to let him pull you under the glassy surface, to submit and let his current tow you to blissful paradise. You yearn to provoke his storms as well as seek his shelter from the harsh creatures of everyday life—you’re sure he’s going to be the end of you.

The week before classes start you’re slouched comfortably across the couch in his office. Sunlight dapples the room in a saffron glow through the forked leaves of ivy hugging the window as you’re half-heartedly responding to the numerous last minute item requests from harried professors. While most of them are smart enough to be polite, quite a few have decided to be rude, pain in the asses instead. 

You grumble loudly, throwing your head back against the cushion behind you. Your frustration is not helped by the fact Boba is extra good looking today, his white shirt is practically glowing against his sun-kissed skin and open a button lower than usual for the breezy weather—not that you noticed those kinds of things about him. Just like you definitely weren’t aching for his attention that’s currently wrapped up in class prep.

“Why do all these professors expect me to drop everything to attend to their specific requests like I have nothing better to do?” you huff, massaging your temples with your fingertips. “I do have an actual job besides course reserves.”

Looking over a pair of reading glasses, Boba leans back in his chair, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Must have seen you doing it for me, princess.”

You blow out a dismissive sound and roll your eyes. “Yeah, well, you’re different.” Snapping your laptop closed, you manage to keep the pleased smile from turning up your lips. You have Boba’s attention now, just like you really wanted.

“Mmm, different how?” he hums, his intense gaze now trained on your face.

The heat of his assured, teasing confidence makes your guts churn. While your mutual physical attraction to one another is surely evident to both of you, you’ve been doing your best to hide the fact that he holds your heart in his hands too. No use ruining the good thing you have going with the handsome professor by admitting you have an honest-to-god crush with feelings.

Rolling over on your side so you can prop your head up on your hand, you find Boba entirely too smug for your liking. Putting on your most innocent face, you blink up at him with wide doe eyes. “Oh, you know me, professor, always happy to help you older folks figure out all the complicated technology involved in getting your books.” Despite your efforts, you can’t help cracking a grin at the end of your sentence.

That sparks the fire you hoped it would in Boba, his eyes glittering and his posture shifting forward in response to your goading. “Watch it, princess. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Heaven help me, he looks so kriffing good, his shoulders alone make me want to risk it all. “Don’t worry,” you grin, “I’ve never had any trouble swallowing what’s in my mouth.”

“Well, well, well,” a rich female voice interjects from the door, making you jerk upright. “If it isn’t the new Mandalorian studies professor going at it with the pretty little librarian. I should’ve known that I couldn’t trust you around her, Fett.”

“Fennec!” you exclaim, relief dousing your prickling surprise: she knew you were a tease. You scramble off the lounge and throw your arms around your friend. “It’s Wednesday,” you state, perplexed, “I thought you wouldn’t be back from your trip until Friday?”

She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a satisfying hug. “Missed you too much, kitten, had to come back a little early,” she answers with her usual flirtatiousness. You don’t miss the way she winks at Boba over your shoulder as her palms slide over the small of your back when she pulls away. You secretly hope it will make him a little jealous.

“Never met a beautiful girl you didn’t try to seduce, have you Shand?” Boba pipes up from behind you, his tone familiar.

Your heart rate spikes at his compliment but you tamp down the heat threatening to creep up your face. Stepping back, you swing your head back and forth between the two professors. “You two know each other?”

Flicking her long braid over her shoulder, Fennec smiles, throwing a puckish look at the man behind the desk. “Oh, Boba and I go way back, long before either of us cleaned up and joined academia. Who do you think got him a job here?” she quips, sinking her weight onto her hip with her usual air of unapologetic fortitude.

“I got myself a job here,” Boba cracks back, his grumbling making it obvious he’s accustomed to Fennec’s ribbing.

She shrugs, grinning. “Don’t discount the power of a good word on the inside.” Slinging an arm around your shoulder, she loudly whispers in your ear, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing with a man like him anyways, kitten? Thought I taught you better than that.”

“Kark off, Shand,” Boba huffs, and Fennec throws her hands up in front of her chest in a showy apology.

Letting his languid gaze slide over to you, Boba studies the curves and planes of your body, mapping out each. You can’t squash the tingling glow buzzing in your chest at his attention, and your eyes sink down under fluttering lashes, your resolve weakened. “She’s a smart girl, she knows what she wants,” he finally says, releasing you from his inspection to smirk at his colleague.

The heat in your lower belly flares hot and wanting at his passive claim over you. Shit. Sometimes you wish he’d just shove your clothes aside and bend you over the nearest flat surface to take you for himself. Dangerous thoughts like those keep you up at night, wishing it his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy instead of your own. 

You drop back down onto the couch to buy yourself a second to regroup. Kicking your feet up in an act of collected indifference, you drawl, “Aw, don't you two go fighting over me, there’s plenty to go around.”

“Yeah, but Boba doesn’t like to share,” Fennec snorts.

You grin up at the dark-haired woman and prop your computer back on your thighs. “Good thing we’re just friends then, Fenn.”

“Lucky him,” she chuckles. Straightening up and drawing a breath, her jovial expression settles into something more sincere. “Well, I’ve got plenty to do for classes next week, just wanted to stop by when I heard your voices. It’s good to see you again.”

Genuine affection spreads in your chest as you look up at your friend; for all her teasing and bluster, Fennec has a heart of gold. “Glad you made it back safe, Fenn, we’ll get coffee and catch up soon,” you promise with a candid smile.

“Sounds good, let me know if you ever want some better looking company.” She winks at you then tosses her head in Boba’s direction. “Always a pleasure to see you still in one piece, Fett.”

Despite his glowering expression, Boba’s voice is warm. “Same to you, Shand. Just remember to always watch your back.” The sound of the dark-haired woman’s throaty laugh echoes down the hallway as she heads towards her office. 

When you look back at Boba, his mahogany eyes are already on you. They’re watching, as they often are, like you’re some fascinating phenomenon that might disappear if he doesn’t recommit it to memory repeatedly. “So you and Fennec are friends,” he states simply, leaning forward on his elbows. There’s something expectant in his tone, his demeanor hinting at anticipation. It makes the cozy atmosphere of the office crackle with intent.

You learned rather quickly that there was little use in trying to figure out Boba when he didn’t want to be figured, so you relax back into the couch and play along. “Yeah, she’s one of the first people I met when I started at the university. She took me under her wing and helped me find my way around here, she’s a good friend.” Before you can think better of it, you add, “But she’s only ever been a friend, despite what she might hint at.”

A small smile chips through the stony set to his features that makes your heart skip a beat. “Well that’s good to hear. Raises my hopes for your answer to my next question.” The richness of his voice belies any nervousness, if a man like him even feels such a thing. He always seems so sure, always in total control. 

Was he jealous of Fennec? Your mouth goes dry and you force your easy smile to stay in place; Boba’s focus is zeroed in on you and you'd rather die than slip up in front of him—he'd enjoy it far too much. “Oh, do tell, professor. I'm all ears,” you urge, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your cool with passing success.

His lips twitch up, amused with your brashness. “You’ve been more than helpful these past four weeks, little one,” he begins, “I couldn't have gotten everything done for my classes or had the peace of mind to get properly settled here.”

“Really, it's no problem, I don't-”

Boba raises a hand for silence and your jaw clicks shut in quick obedience—much to your embarrassment and his obvious pleasure. “Whether you mind or not,” he continues, “or if you feel it's your job, I greatly appreciate all your efforts.” He studies you for a moment and it feels like he can see right through to your insides. “Can I take you to dinner at the Vineyard this Saturday, to thank you for all you've done?”

Genuine surprise releases a stream of words pouring from your lips before you can even register them. “The Vineyard? Downtown? It’s so fancy, you don't have to do that. I mean it's like $100 dinners and-”

“You deserve it, princess. I told you you'd get everything you deserve, remember?” Boba smiles, the corners of eyes crinkling in a fond expression. “Plus, I enjoy your company… and I think you enjoy mine, too.”

Your poor heart is beating so hard in your ribs you’re sure Boba's able to hear it. The safety of him and his space have disarmed your usual defenses, sanded down the spear of your tongue; it’s equal parts freeing and terrifying, uncharted territory ripe with possibilities and danger. You’re left unable to deny his assertion—or form any real words—so you opt to arch a brow instead. 

“Don’t play coy, little one,” he chastens, his firm words and velvet tone skating over your heated skin. “I know construction in the library finished last week, yet you're still spending all your days in my office.”

Biting your lip, you do your best to look surprised. “Oh, really? I must have, uh, missed the memo on that,” you try lamely, scratching at the back of your neck. It’s a weak defense but it’s all you can muster at the moment, only half your brain is available to cobble together a response; the other half is too busy fighting the urge to leap over his desk and into his lap.

Boba chuffs a laugh, his handsome face all too knowing and his deep eyes sparkling with amusement—and maybe something darker, more sensual if you could bear to look. His reaction does, however, kick-start your customary attitude. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you fix him with the most sardonic look you can. “Well, I didn’t see you complaining, professor.” You tack on an eye roll for good measure as it never fails to get a reaction from him. And, oh, how you wanted to get one out of him, be the reason he’s loses his cool. Just the mere thought of it makes you ache.

Cocking his head to the side, he has the gall to look like he’s already won. “Why would I complain about getting what I want?” His face is drawn in a question, but his eyes flash with the answer.

“Well, you… you, er,” you stammer, suddenly unable to find a foothold. Boba had shaken the very earth beneath you with his admission, it has scattered your mind and rattled the bedrock of your resolve. The familiar nagging, forbidden desire to give in, to submit wells up in your throat; it would be easy, sinfully easy, to give up the fight and let Boba win. But easy’s never been my thing, has it?

Rolling back your shoulders, you mount your last stand. You let your head loll over to look at him directly, your eyes peeking out at him from under hooded lids. “And just what do you want, Boba Fett?” you answer, your voice husky and weighted.

The air itself thickens around you, dampening the outside world to something far away and unimportant as Boba contemplates his response. This is the impasse the two of you had been circling all along, choosing to precariously balance your brash determination against his indomitable will rather than risk tipping the scales. The only true solution is for one of you to give, but neither of you had yet been willing to break.

Finally, Boba’s lips part, a quick tongue darting out to wet the chapped skin. “I want,” he starts, low and deliberate, “to take you out to a nice dinner, have a good glass of wine… and have you all to myself.”

His words are etched in crystalline honesty and thus you have no choice but to respond in kind, even if it only skirts your shared quandary. “Then who am I to deny you, professor?”

The rest of the week might as well not have even happened as far as you're concerned—all that mattered was making it to Saturday. Boba had dangled the promise of sweet reward in front of you and seemed content to watch you flounder your way to it over the intervening days. It also didn’t help that Selena could not shut up about it, even now as she’s standing behind you, pinning and primping your hair to her liking.

“Ooo, I can’t believe it’s really happening!” she squeals, sliding another bobby pin into place against your scalp. “You and the hot professor, going on a date to a romantic restaurant all dressed up! I bet he’s going to invite you back to his place after. Do you think he has a big… you know?”

“If you never finish with my hair, I’ll never have to know,” you grumble. Now that the time has nearly come, you’re about sick to your stomach with all the overthinking you’ve done. You almost talked yourself out of going three times before Selena even came over to help you get ready.

“Hey, none of that sad shit,” she chides, pointing a hairbrush at you in the mirror. “You’ve been dying to go on this date all week, you’ve just got a little case of nerves. Totally normal.”

“But what if he doesn’t actually see this as a date? He never actually said it was. Or what if he really just wants to sleep with me and ditch me after this?” You groan, flopping back against your vanity chair miserably. Your earlier suspicions about his mutual feelings for you had soured—now you’re not even sure he likes you. 

Selena thwacks the back of the head. “Ow!” you yelp, glaring at her in your reflection.

“Pull yourself together. Anyone within a mile radius of you two can tell you’re crazy about each other. Now sit still so I can get these pieces even,” she orders, centering you in the mirror with her hands on your shoulders. You do as she says, focusing on the practiced movements of her hands as a distraction for the feeling in your gut.

By the time you pull on your dress and slip into your shoes, you’re beginning to come back around to your usual self, likely in part due to the shot of tequila Selena convinced you to take with her—not that you needed much convincing to begin with. 

She hypes you up as she fastens the clasp of your necklace around your throat. “Shit, girl, you look hot! I’m not sure he’s going to be able to take his eyes off you long enough to drive to the restaurant.” 

“I do look good don’t I?” You flash yourself a smile in the mirror. After a trip to the mall yesterday, you and Selena had decided on a simple black satin slip dress and matching strappy heels. The deep “V” of the neckline and snug fit around your hips gave the dress just enough sex appeal while still being elegant. Twisting around, you check the lines of the dress in the back. “It’s too bad no one can see these panties, they’re so cute.”

“Oh, someone’s going to be seeing them alright,” Selena giggles from her perch on the end of your bed.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the girlish grin turning up the corners of your mouth at her insinuation. Shit, I hope he rips them off me. “Only if I decide he deserves to.”

“There she is, there’s the girl we know and love. Give him hell!” 

Your phone dings on your bedside table and your friend snatches it up before you can get to it. “Hey! Give it!” you demand, grabbing at the device.

Sliding up the bed out of your reach, Selena hunches around your phone. “He’s here! And he sent a bunch of heart emojis.”

Your nerves tingle in cold-hot anticipation, your face going slack in disbelief. “He did?!”

Selena bursts into laughter. “No, I’m just messing with you, he just said he’s outside.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you groan, snatching away your phone. “Go ahead and see if I keep helping you come up with texts to send all your gym rat side pieces.”

She lays a hand on her chest, feigning shock. “You would never. Now get out there and blow his socks off, or you know, whatever else you want to blow.” She smirks suggestively, shooing you towards the door. “I’ll lock up, now out out out.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” Your heart hammers in your chest and you consider another shot of tequila before dismissing it—no need to set yourself up to be any hornier than you already are for the Mandalorian professor. Slinging your purse over your shoulder, you’re out the door.

Leaning against a sleek midnight black Audi is Boba Fett in all his glory, dressed in a well-fitted pressed shirt (with the sleeves rolled up, damn him) and gray slacks. His salt and pepper stubble and dark eyes make his already handsome face look even better. Catching your appearance in the doorway, he juts his chin up in greeting, his eyes sliding over you in obvious pleasure. “Evening, princess.”

He holds out an arm and you take it to step off the curb, testing his muscles underneath your fingers as you do; if Boba notices, thankfully he doesn’t say it. He opens the passenger door and you step in, settling down onto the supple leather of the lush interior. 

He doesn’t close the door right away, instead standing and clearly enjoying the view down your dress. You glare up at him in mock annoyance. “You gonna stare like a dirty old man or are you going to take me to dinner, professor?”

“You’re the one who got all dressed up for a dirty old man, sweetheart, I figured you'd want me to enjoy it,” he replies smoothly, his lips quirking into a smirk as he shuts the door before you can manage a response.

Yep, these panties don’t stand a chance.

“So, Fennec tells me you were some sort of deadly mercenary gun-for-hire before you settled down to teach the impressionable young minds of university students,” you smile cheekily over your glass of wine, swirling the sparkling contents around the cup’s curves. “That true?” Stars help me if it is, I don’t know if he can get any sexier.

The evening air is crisp and warm, a mild sea-breeze rustling the hem of your dress under the table. The scene laid out around you is so terribly romantic you have to pinch yourself a few times to make sure it’s not all part of the best dream you’ve ever had. Tables for two are scattered over a stone patio overlooking the sunsetted ocean, with glowing candles in their centerpieces and string lights criss-crossed overhead illuminating the space with soft light. 

Boba lets out an exasperated sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Of course she did. Don’t believe everything she says about me, she loves to tell a good story.”

“Avoiding the question, are we?”

“Sure you don’t want any dessert?”

“Aww, come on Boba, pleeease? Please tell me,” you whine playfully, sticking out your bottom lip for extra effect. He hadn’t denied you anything yet tonight—and you intend on keeping it that way. 

He sighs, resigned to his fate. “You’re going to be the death me, you know that, princess?” You squeal a pleased sound and lean in conspiratorially on both your elbows, eager to hear his answer. Tossing his napkin from his lap onto the table, he leans against the back of his chair and props his arm up, gazing at you over the candlelight. “I’ll tell you, but you have to answer a question of mine if I do. Deal?”

Running your teeth over your lip, you nod, blinking your eyes down to his crotch and back up to his face slowly so he’s sure to notice. “Yeah, we have a deal. Spill it.”

True to his word, Boba recounts what you’re sure is a heavily abridged version of his life before becoming a teacher. He was born on a rainy little island called Kamino and lost his father young. While his father was a Mandalorian, Boba himself didn’t necessarily consider himself to be one, hinting that he hadn’t felt the most welcome by his father’s people when he visited the island of Mandalore before it’d been nearly wiped off the face of the earth. 

Alone in the Mandalorian diaspora, Boba had turned to what he knew best to make his way in the world: fighting. Working protection gigs, “recovering property” (which no doubt was not entirely legal), and retrieving missing or abducted persons, he made a name for himself in that world as the best since his old man. It was also how he met Fennec, who apparently was one of the best espionage mercs money could buy, and why he had a ridiculous amount of money for a college professor.

“So why did you go into teaching then?” you ask, pushing your now empty glass aside. “Kind of an interesting choice considering your… previous profession.”

“Didn’t plan on it.” Boba drains the rest of his glass and sets it next to yours. “After one too many close calls, though, I knew I couldn't continue that life. All of that wasn’t-isn’t the legacy I want to leave behind. The death of my father and his heritage might have been out of my control, but I will not let it be in vain. So I took what I knew, learned what I didn’t, and started teaching in Mandalorian studies.”

You two sit in silence for a while, watching the tide roll in under the silver gleam of the moon. “Thank you for sharing.” Your voice is almost a whisper, “I’m sorry to hear about your dad. He would've been so proud to see the person you’ve become, I’m sure of it.”

Boba tilts his head to the side, studying you as if you’ve said the most interesting thing the world has ever heard. “Thank you… that’s kind of you to say,” he answers quietly, as if he doesn’t quite believe you himself. The careful look in his eye makes you wonder what other secret burdens the handsome professor bears in silence. Even more so, it makes you want to shoulder some of it, or at least provide him some sort of relief.

The table off to your right bursts into hoots of laughter and the dusky spell between you is broken. You blink the haze out of your eyes and Boba clears his throat. 

“Time to pay up, sweetheart. It’s my turn to ask you a question,” he smiles, his white teeth catching the flickering candlelight. The faraway solemnity in his eyes is replaced with dark heat.

“Go right ahead, I’m all yours,” you grin back, “ask away.”

Signaling your server for the check with two fingers, Boba leans forward, taking your hand in his large one. “Tell me, little princess, am I dropping you back at yours after this, or are you coming home with me?” 

—Endnotes: I don’t know anything about cars, I just know that Audi is a fancy car brand, at least in the US. Don’t judge me 😭. Also I guess this is a coastal university. I don't have a name for the school yet though, what do y'all think?

Part II>

#this one is for the girls the gays and george lucas #but most importantly #temuera morrison #the flirting is based on yours truly ✨ #that is IF i would even be able to form words in front of a man who is a clone of tem #might just be high pitched giggling #boba fett #boba fett x reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x you #boba fett fanfic #boba fett smut #boba fett fanfiction #professor!boba fett #star wars fanfiction #professor boba fett #fanfic #ex libris fic #zwei writes

[byuntrash101]

realistic sex with mingi

mingi x f!reader fluff | smut | mdni a/n: mingi is the second entry to this series where i try to imagine how each member would actually fuck, as ✨realistically✨ as possible. disclaimer: i say realistic but lets be honest this is pure delulu behaviour and total fiction. everything is solely based on the vibes the boys give off.

first i wanna say loyal af. like he probably simped for you for a while before daring to even speak to you so now that he's got you he's not interested in anyone else. 

he will literally place in every conversation with a stranger that he has a gf within the first few minutes just so everything is clear.

also it helps that he just constantly wanna brag about you/show you off (more on that later). because he’s just so proud he pulled you.

mingi makes his intentions KNOWN. that man is taken thank you very much

he wears his heart on his sleeves and it shows when he's dating and i think that's why he sucks at flirting when he actually cares. if he's crushing on you he'll be all clumsy and will try to do too much to impress you by doing/being too much. eg: laughing super loud at jokes, or if you are with a group of friends he would find a way to make everyone quiet so you can speak (also will find a way to always be the one sitting next to you)

if it's just a fling for a confidence boost and he has no real interest in the person then he'll be so smooooooth, literally rizz over 9000. we’re talking full on witty/flirty remarks, attentive sharp eyes and sinful lip biting morphing into the most stunning smile you’ve ever seen.

but not with you nuh huh. the man was a mess either too selfconscious to speak or just ending up saying something really cringe (which he thought about for weeks after)

but eventually he got to score you for himself

that's why he absolutely loves skinship. he wants to hold your hand, have you play with his hair all the time. he wants to have his big hand on your thigh (we'll talk more about that later wink wonk) when you're sitting next to him. and he doesn't care if people are around. pda is his middle name. (definitely pda line with san and woo)

he will literally kiss you like his life depends on it in front of whoever wants to see. (actually he might even like have an audience wink wonk again)

i feel mingi enjoys lazy sex. he loves to take you when you're both laying on your side.  he likes that this way he gets to hold your hips. curl his fingers around your thighs and pull you back on his cock over and over again while he peppers you with kisses in the crook of your neck moaning just for you right in your ear

but what this man really loves is when you are on top. i’m convinced he's a switch. He can dom or sub but if he doms then you'll have to be a power bottom.

he just loves seeing you on top.

he truly believes under you is his rightful place. there or between your legs (more on that laterrrr)

needless to say he's a sub leaning switch but that being said he's not into anything very rough (especially not on the receiving end).

but he definitely has it in him. he can be really rough if you know how to push his buttons right

speaking of which that is not through jealousy

if he sees you flirting with someone else i don't think it will tap into his possessiveness. well it might but it won't have the desired effect. it will only make him insecure and maybe he will feel like he's losing you. so please don't make our giant baby jealous he'll only be sad.

(i think that would absolutely do the trick on joong, woo and 2ho)

no if you want him to rail you like a train i think you have to use one specific tactic for maximum domification effect: tapping into his voyeurism/exhibitionism thing

i feel like he would love for you to be risky in public like i said mingi is proud of you and he loves to show you off. he is def the type to like to have an audience. i think there's a little voyeurism/exhibitionism hiding in him somewhere. so tap into that to get him really going.

maybe lift up your skirt for him while grocery shopping or like whisper to him that you're not wearing any underwear while at the dinner table with all the members better yet one up that statement by discreetly slipping the undergarment into his hand. i guarantee he’ll become hard on the spot. if you start stroking his thighs (an innocent token of affection for the others) he will start leaking for you too. getting red in the face and blaming it on the alcohol when the others point it out.

if you’re really daring (and you really want him to go crazy on you after) brush your hand over his hard on but that’s risky because he just might jerk his hips up so powerfully (unintentionally ofc) that it will knock over your soju glasses.

but that’s the perfect excuse to bring him to the bathroom pretending he got some soju on his pants… (smirking evilly)

but yeah just be a little secretly naughty just for him. 

and now that he’s got you for himself it’s all over for you

he'll tear your clothes the second he can. making you take him hard and deep and manhandling you

bending you over the bathroom sink and pushing his big fat cock into your already pulsing little pussy. scoffing at you when he swipes his tip through your folds only to realize you are soaking wet.

“look at you. getting all wet from being a little brat all night”

the second he bottoms out he lets out the lowest of groans and snakes his fingers in your hair, lifting your head and making you look at yourself in the mirror.

"that's what you wanted right?" "i should have bent you over the table and taken you right there in front of all of them" 

he probably made you cum embarrassingly fast too "looked at your fucked out face, baby. you talked a big game but is that really all you got?" then proceeds to fuck you some more just to overstim you <3

dklajdlskslskdb

but i think he naturally gravitates towards subbing. he can and will dom but he prefers being taken care of (a princess <3) so if you're a dom by nature that's completely fine by him

one thing is certain mingi needs LOTS OF PRAISE. just watch his face melt when you tell him what a good job he does. the low groans turning into high pitched whimpers every time you call him your good boy. 

“you’re doing so good for me baby” “you feel so good inside me”

he will literally bury his face in your neck and muffle his whines on your skin.

and that's it he’s gone. done for. 

another big thing about this big man: ORAL

eating you out

mingi's purpose is to be between your legs. he loves to eat you out. hwa and him are the members that like it the most. but contrary to hwa that takes advantage of the absolutely fantastic muscle he has in his mouth mingi uses another advantage. which is his beautiful nose. mingi loves to actually fuck you with his whole face. he will slip his tongue into your center while rubbing his nose on your clit. 

or better yet he will have you sit on his face. and just so we’re clear when he says sit on it. he means SIT. he wants to suffocate in your juices, your thighs tightly wrapped around his head. he wants you to use him. he wants to feel your arousal dripping in his eager mouth and your taste clouding his mind. he wants to lose himself into you. he loves to feel your thrusts against his face, struggling to breathe every chances he gets. feeling drag you swollen clit over his mouth and nose and throbbing when your close. there’s nothing he likes more.

but mingi loves oral in general he also absolutely loves to be in your mouth

and the primary reason for this is very simple EYE CONTACT. he loves that. he loves to see you look at him. he wants to be your whole world (because you surely are his everything) and he loves to have your undivided attention. (that man just loves attention i mean have you seen him on stage? Doing all the scandalous body rolls just to wreck every bias list in the venue. literally the most leo move he can pull smh)

other reason why he loves to be in your mouth is because this man be packing the big gunsss proud member of big dick line with yunho

he loves to see you struggle to take him all in your mouth and loves to see your watery eyes and he likes it SLOPPY. Just go to town on his big fat cock. Really don't be shy. Use a lot of spit and changing of pace and don’t forget the balls. maybe edge him a little i think he might like it too. just imagine the beautiful noises you can pull out of him if you keep him on the edge for a while. until he caves in and just begs so sweetly for you <3

“pleasepleasepleaseplease” when he feels he’s close then sigh in disappointment when you take your mouth off him once again. So he bucks his hips up trying so bad to have your mouth around him again, his tip red and leaking for you. “please wanna cum so bad. pleaseplease i’ll do anything please let me cum”

all the while looking you dead in the eyes. he looks so cute his face all flushed and his mouth agape. he wouldn’t dare to take his eyes off yours for a second because he loves to see that smirk of yours spread on your lips. he wants to look at you all the time.

thats why mingi never wants to fuck in the dark in wants to see you (unlike hwa who loves to see you ofc but he needs to hear you)

and that's also why his favorite position is cowgirl!!!! he just loves looking at you make yourself feel good using his cock. he loves to look at your face, your chest, your body. just all of you using him. 

he gets to see your breasts bounce on your chest with every thrust. he gets to see you arch your back and your jaw fall open when you get close and gets to see your skin glisten under a light sheen of sweat. he gets to see your nails leaving beautiful marks on his pecs. the undeniable proof that he belongs to you. because that’s exactly what he wants to be. he wants to feel like your toy.

when it comes to the sounds. i don't think mingi is very vocal.... with words that is because yes you WILL absolutely hear him. when he's on top/in control. It's lots of deep, guttural groans. i mean the man can go deeeeeep with his voice (and his dick) so i feel like he'll do just that.

he's not the one doing the dirty talk but HE LOVES to hear you saying all those nasty things (hence the praising from earlier). It's literally the only time he'll shut up to let you do all the talking. so do that. that will make him absolutely crazy for you.

and when he gets close or he’s subbing the groans turn into high pitched whines. mingi can go really high pitched (cfr. the way he screams when he's scared in wanteez) so you know instantly when he's about to cum. right when he is on the edge i think is the right time to be a little rougher if you're on top. maybe choke him or pull his hair. he would really love that. but don't be too rough either, especially with words.

he likes to cum anywhere on or in you. but what he really likes is when you choose. he loves to hear you say "i want you to fill me up with your cum" or "you can cum in my mouth baby" he will bust instantly at those commands. because you got him wrapped around your fingers and he knows and can’t get enough.

but when you say "you're doing so well for me my baby as a reward i'll let you cum where you want" then be certain he's going to pick your face almost every time. and don't close your eyes. look at him! he loves to cum for you. he wants you to see that. 

afterwards you better big spoon him to sleep because he deserves it <3

IF U WANNA HELP ME PLEASE REBLOG WITHOUT USING THE COMMUNITY LABELS 🖤

want to see another member? request it in the comments or asks <3

realistic sex with seonghwa, with yunho, with wooyoung | ateez masterlist | navigation

#mingi smut #mingi fanfic #ateez smut #ateez mingi #mingi hard hours #mingi hard thoughts #mingi #song mingi #kpop smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #mingi x reader #ateez #mingi ateez #mingi fic #ateez headcanons #mingi headcanons

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 7: Fall Further in Love, Cause You're Gay

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Guess whos no longer sicc! Anyway, enjoy soft central with a hint of plot building and a dash of foreshadowing. I hope you enjoy 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402@the-bagel24@eveymay@kimiinou@muffintopxs

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 6 Cross Posted on AO3 here

HTWAHP Masterlist

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were so comfy right now, holy shit. You were lying on a heavenly bed. Your head was resting on the softest, warmest pillow you had ever had the pleasure of laying your head upon. You snuggle your head closer freezing when you feel your pillow breathe.

Oh holy shit

You peek one eye open, lifting your head slightly. You’ve had your head resting on Larissa’s chest, your entire body resting atop hers with your legs intertwined. Her face is bare, the sunlight shining on the side of her face making her look even more ethereal than she usually does.

You grin up at her before gently extricating yourself from her limbs. You manage to get up without waking her and manage to keep yourself from tripping over your own feet. You pick up a shirt that was hanging over the chair at her vanity (she has a vanity, she’s so fancy), slipping it on before making your way to the kitchen.

She has a small kitchen attached to her rooms which you have to basically ransack to find mugs, coffee and hot chocolate. You finish making your drinks, humming to yourself softly. You’re halfway through the bedroom door when you notice Larissa sitting up, the covers bunched up around her, her head in her hands.

“Larissa?” You ask, rushing over to her.

“Oh shit fuck wait-“ you panic, nearly spilling your drink all over yourself.

She looks up at your, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She takes you in, doing your best to balance the mug you nearly dropped, dressed in her shirt, looking at her with so much concern.

You put the mugs on her bedside table, hovering over her nervously.

“Uhm I- is it okay if I touch you? Are you okay?” You ask.

“I- I’m sorry.” She laughs, wiping her eyes. “I just- you weren’t here when I woke up and-“

“Oh…oh gods I am so sorry.” You apologize, grabbing her hands. “I-I would never just leave you. You’re far too lovely for that.”

She smiles up at you, squeezing your hands before looking away.

“I must seem so silly, crying over something so trivial.” She whispers.

“I once cried when a cat looked at me and walked away.” You reply.

She laughs at that, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“I’m serious! It was a tabby and I did the whole pspspspsps and it just walked away! I was devastated.”

She snorts ducking her head and pulling you onto her lap. You squeak, bracing yourself by grabbing her shoulders. She presses a kiss to your neck, burying her face into it.

“Mmm you look absolutely delicious in my clothes.” She mumbles.

“I feel like you’re not taking my pain seriously here.” You hum, scratching at the base of her head.

“No no I’m listening darling…” she hums, pressing more kisses to your neck.

You tilt your head back, running your hand up her spine and humming.

“Are you feeling okay pretty lady?” You ask softly.

“Mmm..” she all but purrs into your neck.

“Do you want your coffee?”

“Mmm…”

“You know you have to remove your face from my neck to drink your coffee?”

She groans at that, pressing one last kiss to your neck before leaning back and reaching for her coffee. You two sit there, wrapped in each other (and Larissa’s soft comforter), sipping your coffee. It’s so domestic and soft and everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

Until you notice the fucking massive headache that you had been ignoring until now. You wince putting your coffee down and reaching up to rub your forehead.

“Are you okay darling?” She asks, reaching up to cup your face.

“Mm. Just a headache. I have no idea why thou- oh wait…” you murmur.

“Darling?”

“Ahhhh I forgot to take my drugs.”

“Your what now?”

“Oh no it’s not- I have prescription medication I have to take every morning otherwise I get all headachey and lightheaded.” You reassure her.

“Oh. Oh, that’s- darling I’m sorry I-“ she stammers.

“Nope. Shhhhhh. None of that,” you start, “nothing to apologize for. I regret absolutely nothing and would rather suffer a hundred headaches than not be here with you.”

“You’re sure you’ll be okay darling?” She blushes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Mhm, I’ll just take it easy today. I don’t have work anyway so it shouldn’t be a problem.” You hum.

“So I have my pretty barista all to myself today?” She purrs, pulling you flush against her.

“You are absolutely insatiable,” you giggle before rushing forward to kiss her.

——————-

“YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND. YOU ACTUALLY SLE-“

You slap your hand over James’ mouth, mortified he would be so vocal about your sex life.

“Yes, okay calm down you fucking degenerate.” You hiss, smacking him.

“I’m so proud of you, you spunky little bottom.” He smirks. “And Tyler owes me 20 bucks.”

“You took a bet with Tyler about my sex life?”

“Yes. You know I’ll literally do anything for money.”

You sigh at him, shaking your head. The three of you are getting the cafe ready for Outreach day. You had been leaving Nevermore when Larissa mentioned it to you, explaining how the kids would work in the town for half the day as a way of “bettering normie-outcast relations.” She seemed really excited for it so you internally vowed to be the kindest fucker on the face of this planet.

You had been briefing the boys on how they needed to behave and how you would not hesitate to fuck them up if they were rude(they were both adamant they wouldn’t be and then made fun of you for making such an effort for your girlfriend), when in walked three kids in Nevermore uniforms. One of them, wearing super cool shades, made a beeline for you.

“Your Principal Weems girlfriend right?” She asked, stopping rather closely in front of you.

“Uhm well-“

“Trick question: I saw you leave her rooms the other day.” She grins. “I’m Yoko.”

“It’s- it’s great to meet you, Yoko,” you manage, doing your best to keep your face from burning. “Uh…You want me to show you how to use the fucked up coffee machine?”

“Sweet.” She nods.

You spend the next hour or so teaching Yoko how to make different kinds of coffee. She was surprisingly good at it and really quick to learn. She was also, much to your dismay, pretty good at making late art.

“You’re going to put me out of a job if you continue like this.” You joke.

“Maybe I will,” she deadpans, “maybe I’ll start a vampire cafe. We would put you out of business.”

“Damn Yoko. I thought we were bonding. I can’t believe you would betray me like this.” You cry, wiping away fake tears.

“Nah I’d hire you, you’re chill. You smell kinda like a vampire actually…” she trails off.

“I smell…like…a vampire?” You ask.

She sniffs you, making a face before poking your upper lip. “You don’t have fangs though…strange…”

“I uhh use vanilla deodorant?” You try.

“No…that’s not it…” she murmurs, “Weird…”

The two of you stand there, Yoko studying you and you feeling awkward as anything. She’s broken out of her investigation by two other students entering the cafe, one of them being Enid. The two catch Yoko's attention and, after saying goodbye to you, she runs off with the two of them. Before you can have an internal crisis about what Yoko was talking about Larissa walks in, looking radiant and ethereal as ever.

You lean against the counter, grinning at her in a way you can only assume made you look like a lovesick puppy due to the two “awws” you receive from behind you. You flip both of them the bird before Larissa arrives in front of you.

“Hi pretty lady.” You hum, smiling up at you.

“Hello darling,” she grins. “I’ll take one hot chocolate please.”

“For here or to go?”

“For here.” She hums, looking you up and down. “I don’t suppose you could join me?”

“I would literally love nothing more.” You grin, taking off your apron.

“Are you seriously going to make us make you and your girlfriend hot chocolate?” James scoffs earning a snort from Tyler.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” You joke, sliding into the booth across from Larissa.

You notice she’s sitting super straight, her shoulders tense. She’s fiddling with her fingers and she’s blushing bright red. You’re mentally trying to figure out why she looks so embarrassed when it finally clicks.

“Uhm Larissa?” You start. “I know we never really spoke about it. And I mean I probably should’ve brought it up before I just let people say stuff. And I mean you may not even want to be together that way and I shouldn’t have assumed-“

“Darling take a breath.” She soothes, reaching across the table to grab your hands mid wild gesture.

You do as she says, squeezing her hands.

“Sorry…I just really really like you. And I uhm. Would it be okay if- that is to say would you-“

She laughs, a sound that makes your heart race and you barely suppress the urge to swoon. She’s looking at you with such a soft look and her beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” She smirks and god it’s so hot this is unfair.

“I- well. Yes.” You mumble.

“I would love nothing more darling.”

And just like that you are the happiest person in the world. You’re almost certain you giggle and blush like a goddamn schoolgirl. Tyler drops off your drinks, winking at you and raising his brows. You sit and chat for a bit when Mayor Walker enters. He chats with Larissa, essentially ignoring you and it pains you to see how much she has to suck up to him.

They chat for a while, you’re not paying that much attention. A few moments later Marylin enters, ordering herself something at the counter (probably her usual matcha latte) before making her way over to the three of you.

“Fancy seeing you here stranger.” She grins.

“Marylin! It’s so nice to see you again. How’s the greenhouse?” You ask.

“Really well actually! Not to toot my own horn but my nightshades are doing quite well for this time of year.”

The two of you chat for a while, Marylin laughing at your dry humour and resting her hand on your shoulder.

“Mayor Walker, this is Marylin Thornhill.” Larissa says, interrupting your conversation with the redhead and gesturing to the woman in question, “In the spirit of outreach, she's Nevermore's first normie teacher.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Marilyn smiles.

The four of you chat for a while, Larissa shooting Marylin a look every time she laughs at one of your jokes. Eventually, the mayor leaves to get ready for the ceremony and Marylin leaves to gather the students. You’re standing with Larissa at the door when she suddenly pulls you incredibly close and grips your chin between her sinfully long fingers.

“Darling, I have had such a wonderful time with you today,” she purrs.

You feel your face heat exponentially, feeling flustered by both her sultry tone and her proximity.

“Uhm uh no-no problem! I aim to please.”

“And what a good job you do of that, hm?”

You’re sure if you weren’t basically leaning against her you probably would’ve collapsed at her words. She’s honestly looking at you like she wants to eat you (which you are never opposed to). A group of students, led by Marylin pass by, the woman sending you a bright smile and a wave.

You half expect her to let you go, put some distance between the two of you. But to your utter delight, she decides to double down on her affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then your lips. You stare up at her, wide-eyed and so in love.

“What was that for?” You whisper.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend just because?” She hums, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“No! You totally can! I just- well with all the students around I just thought maybe you- I mean you have this image as like the principal and all-“ you explain, feeling warm all over.

“Well, I care far less about maintaining a reputation than I do about making sure you know exactly how I feel about you.” She grins.

“And perhaps ensuring no one gets any ideas about trying to seduce you.” She mumbles afterwards.

You giggle at that, stretching up to press a kiss to her cheek. You poke her nose gently, smirking up at her.

“Larissa Weems, do I detect jealousy in your tone?” You tease.

“I-I do not get jealous.” She huffs, her cheeks gaining a pink tinge.

“Sure you don’t,” you chuckle, “so I guess you wouldn’t mind me hanging out with Marylin during your fancy ceremony?”

“Absolutely not-“

“AHA!”

“…Perhaps you may have been the slightest bit correct in your assumption…” She sighs, blushing and looking anywhere but at you.

“Well, it’s a good thing I only have eyes for you then, isn’t it?”

She pauses for a moment, gaping down at you, but then she fucking beams, looking so fucking happy you wish you could freeze this moment and have her this happy for eternity.

“Mm, I don’t think anyone could ever be as stunning and goddamn enthralling as you. So I guess you’re stuck with me.” You finish, smiling dopily up at her.

“You really are delightful darling.” She hums “Whatever did I do to deserve you…”

“You’ll never believe it, you actually just existed.” You finish with a fake gasp. “Now go do your fancy ceremony, pretty lady.”

She snorts, pressing one last kiss to your lips before letting you go. She then saunters off towards the town square and you do shamelessly stare at her ass for as long as you can. You’re broken from your admittedly unholy thoughts by James slapping his hand onto your shoulder.

“Come on whore, let’s go watch your girlfriend's special ceremony.”

——————————

The statue exploded.

If you were honest, the statue was awfully ugly and it exploding wasn’t a terrible loss. But you would not express these thoughts to Larissa who was currently angrily looming over her fireplace.

When the explosion had happened you had freaked the fuck out before immediately searching for Larissa. She had, thank the gods, been unharmed by the explosion. You ran to check up on her, fussing over her as she assured you she was fine.

She had been, and there is really no better way to put this, absolutely fucking livid. You hadn’t understood why until you noticed Wednesday, sitting playing her cello while everyone else ran screaming.

So now, right after Larissa had spent a good 15 minutes yelling at the girl before she left, you decided voicing your opinion on the shittiness of the destroyed statue was not a good idea.

“This is an absolute disaster.” She murmurs.

“It’ll be okay. The statue-“

“This isn’t about the bloody statue!” She yells, whipping around to face you. “It’s about what this does to our reputation! All the work I’ve put in to make things better with the townspeople, with the normies, all of it destroyed because of one selfish brooding teenager!”

You flinch at her yelling, shrinking back into the couch a bit. She notices, freezing and shrinking a little into herself. She opens her mouth to speak before clearing her throat.

“I-I’m sorry. I…” she starts, turning back to face the fireplace. “Maybe it would be best if you went home for the night. You shouldn’t have to- you shouldn’t have to deal with me like this.”

You stand up at that, quickly walking over to her and gently coaxing her to turn around with your hands on her hips. When she finally faces you, she looks so ashamed. There are tears gathering in her gorgeous blue eyes and your heart cracks a little.

“You’re allowed to be upset honey.” You start, making sure to look her in the eye. “I will admit, the yelling scared me a little- but! But it’s okay because you’ve had a fucking awful afternoon. And I know how hard you’ve worked on getting the townspeople to be less stupid and bigoted towards you. You put in so much hard work and you are making a difference. And today was probably a setback, yes, but that doesn’t mean all your hard work goes away okay? You’re so incredible, Larissa. I can’t- I don’t know how to explain how inspiring you are with your passion and care for your students and this school.”

You notice her chin wobbling a bit as she swallows and wipes at her eyes to try stop the tears from falling. She’s terribly unsuccessful at it but you don’t mention that, reaching up to wipe her cheeks for her.

“So today was fucked. And that sucks. And if you want to cry or yell or scream, I’ll be here the whole time. But remember that you are amazing and a fucking genius. So tomorrow we can worry about the angry people and the mayor, and all that stuff. But tonight, I want you to feel all the awful feelings you’re having and then you’re going to come with me to bed and cuddle my brilliant ass all night long. Okay?”

She laughs, a watery sad sound that squeezes your heart. You lead her to the couch, sitting down and pulling her into your lap. She buries her head in your neck, her tears soaking into your skin. You hold her for a long while, letting her cry and curl into you. Every now and again she hiccups something between her sobs. You just sit with her, running your hand through her hair and pressing kisses to the crown of her head between reassurances.

Eventually, she runs out of tears, taking a shuddering breath as she sits up breathing deeply. She looks awfully small at this moment, her eyes red-rimmed and her face wet from her tears. You cup her cheek with your hand, pressing a kiss to her nose. She scrunches her nose cutely at the sensation and you resist the urge to coo at her.

“Shall we go to bed, my pretty lady?” You ask softly.

She nods, standing from your lap and helping you up. You walk her to her room, helping her take down her hair and wipe off her makeup. You do make corny jokes every now and again earning cute smiles and soft laughter from the blonde. When you’re both settled in her bed, you on your back with her laying on top of you (you don’t mention how the weight of her on you feels so comforting you want to cry about it.) she speaks.

“Thank you for- for everything, darling.” She whispers, nuzzling into your chest.

“It really was my pleasure hon. I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You whisper back, wrapping your arm around her waist. The two of you fall asleep that way, Larissa’s head on your chest, your arms wrapped around her, thinking of how absolutely in love you are with this woman.

#HTWAHP #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday #principal weems x reader #larissa x reader

[t4kalcvr]

So based on JJK, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and Suguru with public nudity please? In the fic, Suguru makes a challenge with Gojo where he has to navigate the city while completely naked and without using his powers. Gojo agrees but doesn't know that Suguru sets him up at different points to humiliate him or make his nudist run harder. What do you think?

[ A CHALLENGE ] — jjk!Gojo x jjk!Suguru

GENRE : nsfw

WARNINGS : public nudity, oral, implication of throat fucking, masturbation (gojo), ass grabbing, plenty of male x male touching, teasing, voyeurism??? (ppl watch gojo masturbate) , a lil bit of noncon ig?? (suguru makes someone touch gojo without gojo’s consent), humiliation, cursing, groping, lmk if i missed anything!

WC : 2.0k

Honestly, Gojo has no idea why he agreed to this.

“Oh, Satoru” Suguru chirped joyfully.

Gojo flicked his eyes up at the mention of his name. He hummed a response as a pulled his spoon out of his mouth, enjoying the refreshing chill of dairy on his tongue.

Suguru threw a scoop of ice cream in his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue before speaking, a little hint of mischief following in his tone. “Wanna make today a little more fun?”

That had caught Gojo’s attention entirely. He gave another, longer hum. “And what are you thinking?” Gojo did NOT miss the way the corners of Suguru’s mouth twitched upwards.

“How about” Suguru trailed off, forcing Gojo’s eyes to follow his spoon and watch him scoop the creamy treat off with his tongue, “a little challenge?”

Gojo closed his eyes before taking deep breaths, he removed his last piece of clothing. His boxers.

“What kind of challenge?” he spoke coolly, avoiding showing signs of intimidation.

Suguru let a chilling sigh escape his lips before scooting forward. “I was thinking something like,” he placed a pause and faked a thinking face before staring deep into Satoru’s eyes, “you running around naked.”

Gojo groaned at the memory of how this all began.

Here he was. Completely nude in an alleyway. He was supposed to look for Suguru while walking around the entire town, naked. Suguru promised to snap a few photos for hints to lessen the embarrassment, especially since he couldn't use his powers.

He would truly murder him if he didn't keep his word.

With a large sigh, he peeked around the corner. The streets were far more crowded than usual.

That's probably why he suggested this today, Gojo thought and he was too caught up in his idea that he almost failed to notice a notification popping up on the screen of his phone. It was from Suguru. He tapped on it, hesitantly.

Suguru ✨💙 : here's your first clue 😘!

Suguru ✨💙 : [ 1 attachment ]

The photo was of him with a dango in his mouth standing by a cart. It was a colorful cart. Gojo further examined the photo. Irrelevant details everywhere, considering most corners of streets around town looked exactly the same. Until he noticed a woman in the background. A familiar woman.

Is she the one.. his thought trailed off, a woman he once flirted with for a couple of free treats. Now that’s a detail he could use. He knows her cart is down the street and then right around the corner.

Gojo had taken another deep breath before looking down. Nothing to be ashamed of, big stevie, we got this.

He slid out of the alleyway and began sprinting down the sidewalk. He slid passed multiple bodies, definitely hearing the way some girls whistled, giggled, and shrieked, and some men laughing, cheering him on, and what the fucking.

Gojo thought about how this couldn’t get any worse.

He was wrong.

Right as he turned the corner, there was the cart lady. She was already smirking at him. She was expecting him.

Oh god, what did you do Suguru.. Gojo winced at the possibilities.

He ran over to the cart and greeted the woman. “Good evening, ma'am” he spoke, and he felt his mouth getting dry.

“Well good evening, Satoru” her voice was low and seductive. It was making Gojo sweat.

“I'll go ahead and assume you know something?” he rubbed his hands together, almost forgetting the phone in his hand, as he looked around before averting his eyes back to the woman.

“I do,” she let out a small giggle, “but I was promised something first.” her eyes were dark, Gojo gulped.

He hummed in curiosity and apprehension, “A feel.” she smirked once more.

Gojo couldn't believe this. Suguru was going to make him do absurd things for knowledge of his location. He kinda did need it. Suguru would end up running somewhere else every time he'd send a photo of his location. He’d need the extra help.

“Where?” he uttered. He didn't need to feel ashamed, right?

The woman motioned him to come behind the cart, it had a small perimeter around it, so she let him slip through the small opening it had. He was praying no one was watching despite him being an entire man naked on the streets.

Before the woman spoke, he felt yet another notification vibrate from the device in his hand. He immediately turned his phone upward and clicked on the bubble.

Suguru ✨💙 : You're glowing 😉

Suguru ✨💙 : [ 2 attachments ]

The two photos were of himself. Suguru was here?

Gojo glanced around trying to catch a glimpse of him anywhere before the cart lady cleared her throat. “You want the extra hint or not?” she spoke.

Gojo immediately directed his attention to her. He just got a really good and useful hint. Does he even need it right now? He stood there thinking, Yes. And the woman could already tell by the look in his eyes and Gojo didn't even feel her hand on him until she started caressing his inner thigh.

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts and shot his eyes to her hand and then back to her, she was already looking at him.

“He's close by,” she spoke quietly as her hand moved further up his thigh, “but his next location is the best place to catch a movie,” she cupped his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Gojo fluttered his eyes closed and took a sharp inhale as he felt a low groan tickling the back of his throat. He felt his hand grip his phone and the pressure of his nails digging into the skin of his palm in the other.

“Looks like you have more than one problem to deal with,” the woman giggled.

Gojo peered down between his legs, he was beginning to get hard. Shocker.. he thought. But he had a better hint now and could probably catch up with Suguru even by a little bit. “Thank you,” Gojo strained to say. He was struggling to keep himself composed and the not-so-hidden, growing erection did not help.

The woman gave a little hum as she gave his balls a feather-light caress with her thumb before releasing her grasp from between his legs and he made his way back onto the street with no protection, once again.

It didn’t take him too long to reach the location the woman insinuated. The movie theater. Where else?

But besides that, Gojo couldn't help the ache that slowly increased between his legs. She wasn't lying when she called it a problem.

He didn't exactly want to step inside the theater naked, he was sure he'd get kicked out but he also didn't want to touch himself in such a wide area. People were still looking at him with various expressions plastered all over their faces, and he may already be naked but he still had a little class.

So, he did what anyone naked on the streets with a boner would do. He slipped past everyone and hustled into another decently hidden alleyway, exhaling in relief at finally getting some type of privacy.

He placed his phone on top of a nearby trash can, leaning his bare body against the harshly cold wall, hissing at the freezing sensation. But the cold only made his erection grow.

Gojo took another breath before wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs and carefully wrapping his slim, lengthy fingers around his girth. He groaned at the touch despite it being his own, and gently rubbed the tip to create more lubrication. He's suffering. He has been. Why not make himself feel a little bit better about something?

He slowly ran his hand down to the base of his cock and back up, repeating the movement and tightening his grip whenever he'd reach the base again.

He began increasing his speed, bringing his other hand down to fondle his balls. He let out a choked moan, not even caring if it happened to be overly loud.

All he cared about was the building tension in his lower abdomen, he wanted to feel it break. He didn't care if his arm was getting tired or if his hand was stuttering. He felt himself getting sucked in further, he was close. So so close to his sweet release. He wanted to feel that pleasure after everything that's happened.

However, God was not on the naked man's side, his orgasm was just out of reach. And it was the snap of a camera and the sound of low giggling that caught his attention. Women were watching him. But what mostly caught his attention was the familiar midnight hair that seemed to creep behind them and a familiar devilish smirk.

Suguru.

This was another strategy to humiliate him like the cart lady. And although the cart scheme didn't work, the thought of not knowing how long they'd been watching him get off and seeing him a mess was a little more demeaning.

He didn't even realize he was spacing out until he heard another camera click, and that's when his face blew up in steam and he immediately picked up his phone and ran the other way. He heard the whistles and disappointed sounds coming from behind but he didn't care.

He was about to have an amazing orgasm and it was all ruined. Now he was still stuck with a stupid and increasingly painful boner. Even his dick was crying.

Tears swelled in Gojo’s eyes but not because he was ashamed or hurt. It was because the cold wind did nothing to ease the discomfort between his legs. He swore on his life Suguru would get what was coming to him.

Once he assumed he was far enough, he came to a halt. He had both hands on his knees as he panted like a dehydrated dog. He was looking directly at the concrete floor when he heard a conniving chuckle behind him.

“My my Satoru,” he heard the voice sing. Suguru.

He immediately straightened himself and turned around. “Suguru.” Gojo spat. He was done with this game, “I–”

“You quit?” Suguru interrupted, the smirk Gojo thought he hallucinated earlier was adorning the other man's lips.

There was silence while the men looked at each other, and Gojo felt his face heat up once he noticed Suguru’s not-so-subtle glances toward his naked body. Gojo didn't even notice Suguru got closer. Way closer.

“What?” Gojo kept his stoic facade up despite his burning complexion.

Suguru crept his hand up Gojo’s arm, giving sweet hums as he gently massaged his muscles. Gojo felt a moan itching the back of his throat. He was still sensitive from his little activity earlier.

Meanwhile, Suguru could feel how his muscles tensed but not in an alarming way.

“You did so well, Satoru,” Suguru cooed, “I'm so proud of you, I really do think you deserve a reward.”

Gojo refused. He was fighting his thoughts. He was fighting his urges. He couldn't give in. No way. Not after everything that happened.

But after all, the entire day, all he was capable of doing was thinking, nothing else. He kept himself in his thoughts all day. Not being able to focus on anything, and definitely not feeling the way Suguru already placed his hands all over his weeping erection and heavy balls.

He was so caught up in thinking, he didn't even see Suguru getting down on his knees.

He was so caught up in thinking, he didn't even feel Suguru’s hot and heavy tongue licking from his base to his tip.

So caught up in thinking, he didn't even feel the wet and warm cavern of Suguru’s mouth hollowing around half of his cock.

So caught up in thinking, he didn't even feel himself thrusting so hard, he was hitting the back of Suguru’s throat.

And all he was thinking about? How he deserves the pleasure after everything he went through today. How he deserves that mouth-watering, thigh-shaking, and suffocating orgasm.

“Had such a rough day, didn't you?” Suguru gagged.

“Mhmmm,” Gojo hummed in complete satisfaction.

bookshelf !!

Note : first nsfw fanfic i’ve written, hope it doesn’t disappoint! and my first request!

#satoru x suguru #anime #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo smut #suguru smut #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #geto smut #request #anime smut #smut

[solselah]

COZY , NATURAL , COLORFUL ? Choose based off your personal vibe

✨

PILE 1 :

Your personality is pretty laid back !! You tend to repress your full personality to those who you feel you truly trust or that you choose to disclose it to. There are layers within your personality ! You may slowly start to unravel who you are the longer people start to get to know you. I feel like at some times it could be a con because some people may feel they don’t know you like they thought or haven’t seen “that side of you” but it’s totally not your fault like this is just YOU. It definitely could derive from a bit of child hood trauma potentially being left out of things or even just being Silenced continuously! I feel energy of my LGBTQ+ community and I just send you a big ole virtual hug because the reaction people gave you even if not 100 % bad it just made you a bit more reserved , even though you were intending to free yourself! You may tend to regret a lot of things and it has become apart of your personality! Just regretful about small small things , to the point it’s not harmful just like a habit. So any habit can become unhealthy so I would definitely speak life and positivity in to yourself as far as regret goes! You can only operate in the NOW. Let the past do its thing without you constantly attaching to it. You have a personality of assistance and guidance ! You could experience being called out when you’re needed and not when you want to actually have fun or enjoy yourself. Your personality has a specific ring to it and it’s truly for those who are meant to experience you! Your “circle”maybe a “line” maybe it’s two people you truly trust ! But believe me , you will call in your soul tribe once you put intention into Calling in those people & discovering why you feel it will be amazing for you to do so !!! You are a RARE breed that deserves good and solid people!!

•◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌

PILE 2 :

You are a MF flirt !!! Like it’s really who you are. People probably think you want to devour them at some points. Your personality is definitely sensual! You give this outgoing truthful “don’t hold my tongue for nobody” energy. I do see though personality wise you are impatient lol it’s hard for you to stick to one thing ! So people could feel that you are a person that they can’t consider to be Loyal to only them or just exclusive ! You can have a personality to where you attract people who want to indulge in you & leave! Little do people know you have a pretty cozy & committed personality , I just feel lately things have been different for you, causing a change in how you come off personality wise. So it may seem low tempered or quick to be annoyed ( why do I feel pregnancy vibes for this pile) you could totally be expecting ! If not please do let it fly! Other than that you have a very attractive personality very charismatic for sure. Your lovers just need to feel ever lasting loyalty from you to know that you really love them. Very interesting pile. But even more interesting personality ✨

•◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌

Pile 3:

You have a very very reserved and guarded personality! But the difference with you is that if need be you have no issue being vulnerable! Especially if it’s someone who you’ve known for a while ! To you , knowing someone for a good amount of time just shows how Loyal and trustworthy you are as a friend! You give off such pure energy someone who does things without needing it in return or begging ! You just know that what you put out comes back so you move accordingly! Which I admire. You could be Someone who is very very mystical ! Not as secretive just mystical! Out of this world, unreal. Some people may side eye you because they’re like well dang what did I do to deserve this person ! I don’t know if you ever heard this but I do believe you are very “earth angel” like ! So divine ! And it gets better with time similar to wine 🍷 ✨

•◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌

Pile 4:

Omg so y’all are my BIG DICK ENERGY pile !! You guys are what others may call COCKY or egotistical ! whole time, you Just spent so long finding and acknowledging your worth …you would never give up your confidence to boost the next person ! Period. And it seems your personality is directly connected to your galatic purpose in life. Heavy on the north node energy!!! You could definitely have a toxic streak though which is rough because I feel like even you get tripped over by that part of your personality ! Like damn is it me ?? Vibes.

Sometime it is my love but as long as your able to take accountability and steps to changing that , you’re in the right space!! Your personality may be revolving around beauty and vanity ! Could be what people call boujee or pre-Madonna ! Lol but those who love it LOVE IT !! You could also have a very obsessive personality like people can want to be around just to boost their energy ! It is kind of like a drug! You are confidence for people around you.

I can see outside of personality your waiting for that energy to be returned to you 100%

•◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌•◌•★•◌•◌••◌

Hope you Enjoy ✨

IG: @soleccentric

#love #pick a picture #spirituality #pac reading #pick a card #tarotdaily #tarot reading #connection #culture #pick a pile #design #intution #intuitive #interiors #aesthetic #home decor #vibes #tarotcommunity #tarot cards #tarot #tarot deck #spiritualgrowth #spiritual awareness

[jahayla-parker]

Crowded : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Desc.: Tom Holland Instagram SMAU based off bts for/of his show The Crowded Room. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, I think that’s all but lmk if you find others!

Note: to celebrate my 1k followers, it only felt right to go back to where I started, with a Tom Holland x Reader SMAU post. 💜

liked by harryholland64, yourusername, zendaya, and 9, 362, 916 others

tomholland2013: bts 📸 @/harryholland64 #thecrowdedroom

view all 654,789 comments

hazosterfield: so stoked mate!

nikkihollandphotography: my boy ❤️

yourusername: so handsome 💙💙💙

yourusername: p.s. imy 🥰

tomholland2013: imy too❤️♾️

hollandfanatic17: so it begins! We can’t wait to see it! 🙌

liked by tomholland2013, harryholland64, zendaya, and 5, 735, 719 others

yourusername: it’s not about your reflection, it’s what you see beyond it ✨ (ft. This oddly cute airport elevator)

view all 389,321 comments

zendaya: you shine so bright you need shades for even your reflection 🔥😎

yourusername: Ily Z 🥹

hazosterfield: zzzaayyummm

tomholland2013: 👀…

tomholland2013: it might not be about your reflection, but it sure is a magnificent thing 😍

yourlastname4eva: how does she look this good even at an airport?!?! 😭

liked by harryholland64, yourusername, nikkihollandphotography, and 8, 362, 428 others

tomholland2013: working hard for you all on this one! 📸 @/harryholland64 #thecrowdedroom

view all 953,289 comments

yourusername: How do you always manage to look so good?😍

tomholland2013: That’s you, darling 😘

harryholland64: eww

yourusername: @/harryholland64 go away Baz 👋

nikkihollandphotography: missing your smile Thomas ❤️

appletv: you won’t want to miss this! Be sure to tune in!

liked by hazosterfield, tomhollamd2013, zendaya, and 7, 625, 326 others

yourusername: underground adventures 🗽

photo cred: @/harryholland64

view all 504,823 comments

tomholland2013: you guys had Maccas without me? 💔

yourusername: you couldn’t leave set meanwhile Baz picked me up from the airport soooo 💁‍♀️

harryholland64: she made us order you some mate, chill 😂

yourusername: Harry! 🤦‍♀️ I swear the whole Holland family is infamous for spoiling things 😂💙

zendaya: cutie ❤️

yourusername: babe 🥹🤗

liked by harryholland64, tomholland2013, nikkihollandphotography, and 8, 419, 547 others

yourusername: If you’re not planning on watching The Crowded Room on @/appletv , what’s wrong with you? 📸 #thecrowdedroom

view all 731,286 comments

tomholland2013: a bit aggressive there love 😂😘

yourusername: I think it’s appropriate 🤷‍♀️😉

appletv: we agree with @/yourusername

yourusername: see Holland? 😘

nikkihollandphotography: there’s that smile 🙂

yourusername: isn’t it precious? 😍

nikkihollandphotography: definitely. Missing it and you all ❤️

yourusername: I was missing it too 🥺 and we love and miss you too Nikki 💙

hazosterfield: I’m planning on watching it 😎

yourusername: as you should 👏😉

hollandislife23: anyone notice how he’s smiling in this bts note that y/n is on set? 👀

tomhollandstans4evr: I want what they have!

liked by harryholland64, yoursername, hazosterfield, and 8, 761, 058 others

tomholland2013: missed seeing this between takes on set ❤️

view all 753,186 comments

yourusername: I missed waiting for you bts on set 😘

tomholland2013: truly cherishing your supportive presence love ❤️

harryholland64: confession time: I missed having her on set too 🙂

tomholland2013: understandable 😌

yourusername: you two 🥹🥰 I’ve missed you both

zendaya: warning, I’m gonna have to steal her from your set for at least a day next week 😇

tomholland2013: 🤨

yourusername: oopp 🫣❤️

tholland_luvr: is that the Big Bang Theory? Iconic 👏😂

hollanderstribe: I’d wait on set for you too, just saying haha

liked by harryholland64, tomholland2013, nikkihollandphotography, and 7, 896, 245 others

yourusername: some of my favorite boys

bts @/appletv #thecrowdedroom

view all 753,298 comments

appletv: loving these btw photos 👏

tomholland2013: some of? 👀

harryholland64: yeah, some of???

yourusername: I can’t leave Paddy and Sam out of it; that’s just rude. 💁‍♀️

tomholland2013: or you could just leave Baz out of it too and problem solved 😉

harryholland64: now that ^ @/tomholland2013 was rude 😩

yourusername: @/nikkihollandphotography please send help 🫣❤️

nikkihollandphotography: boys, don’t fight over y/n lol

harry _n_tom_h: thank you for this gem 😍

dommoholland: ❤️

thomas4life: his smile 😭

hollandislife23: brought to you by @/yourusername 👏😍

liked by yoursername, hazosterfield, zendaya, and 8, 458, 742 others

tomholland2013: finished wrapping @/thecrowdedroom and now I get to spend more time with this angel, I’m truly a lucky man to have this be my life ❤️

view all 756,423 comments

yourusername: I didn’t know you took this 🫣 you’re lucky I love you 🥰

tomholland2013: I already said that 😘

zendaya: waking up to that view? 🙌 Lucky sounds like an understatement Holland

yourusername: Ily Z baby 💙

tomholland2013: that’s a good point 😌

hollanderarmy: she’s so pretty!

tsholland_: filming finished? Yay, that means we get to see it soon!

liked by tomholland2013, hazosterfield, harryholland64, and 5, 762, 314 others

yourusername: it’s time, go catch @/thecrowdedroom on AppleTv June 9th! 💙

So proud of you Tommy 😘

view all 681,342 comments

tomholland2013: thank you darling ❤️

hazosterfield: let’s go mate! Proud best friend here ❤️

harryholland64: so much time and effort went into this project, he did so well!

yourusername: 💯 couldn’t be happier for him. You did great too Baz 💙

nikkihollandphotography: I love this photo ❤️ proud of you Thomas!

harryholland64: it turned out nice despite the photographer being irritated that he was distracted by @/yourusername hence the side gaze

yourusername: my bad 😂🤷‍♀️

tomholland2013: can you blame me? My love was radiant again tonight ❤️

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 💙🥹

liked by yoursername, hazosterfield, harryholland64, and 7, 641, 809 others

tomholland2013: Amazing night with amazing people celebrating an amazing achievement. ❤️ This was one of the hardest projects I’ve ever done, and I can’t wait for you all to see it! #thecrowdedroom

view all 847,219 comments

yourusername: Thomas Stanley Holland, I’m so proud of everything you’ve done. This project is another prime example of how incredibly talented you are and the range you have as an actor. I loved getting to see you grow though this journey. I love you and can’t wait to see what comes next for you 💙

tomholland2013: darling 🥹❤️

harryholland64: June 9th!!!

appletv: what a wonderful night!

myloveholland: he’s so handsome!

yourusername: agreed 👏

ilovetomh: see you June 9th! Very proud already 😍

————————————————

(Cannot do normal banners/dividers due to Tumblr’s photo limit)

Navigations

Tom Holland Masterlist Navigation

Peter Parker Masterlist Navigation

All My Works Masterlist Navigation

————————————————

Tom Holland Taglist: @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifeysblog15 @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny @theslayerofthevampires

#tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader #Tom holland #Tom holland smau #Tom holland social media #tom holland social media au #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland funny #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland pics #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x yn #tom holland x you #tom holland x oc #tom holland x gf!reader #Tom holland x you fluff #the crowded room #Tom holland the crowded room #original post #Tom holland masterlist #Tom holland preference #Tom holland girlfriend #thomas stanley holland #tom holland spider man #tom holland peter parker #Tom holland smau imagine

[fushiguroll]

HAIKYUU AS PEOPLE IVE SEEN IN THE AIRPORT

a/n: based off my experiences 

Daichi ⇢ arrives at the airport 5 hours before his flight boards and spends about 2 hours just sitting in the waiting area. his traveling motto is “better early than sorry” 

Sugawara ⇢ watches tiktoks...without earphones. bro, not everyone wants to hear you watch different versions of “my money don’t jiggle jiggle” for the next 45 minutes

Asahi ⇢ takes forever clearing out his pocket for TSA check. gums, hair ties, loose coins, what else you got in there, Mary Poppins? Is visibly anxious when he sees the long line starting to form behind him. the line only makes him more nervous and now all the loose coins have fallen on the floor and he looks like he’s about to burst into tears

Nishinoya ⇢ runs around the terminal with his skateboard and is chased by the overweight security guard on his segway. he laughs the entire time and is finally apprehended after crashing into a group of European tourists with oversized backpacks and luggages

Tanaka ⇢ thinks he looks cool singing along quietly to whatever is playing inside his earphones, but in reality sounds so bad -- off-key for days

Tsukishima ⇢ fell asleep waiting for his plane to board, you thought you’d get your romantic airport moment by kindly waking him up only for him to glare at you 

Yamaguchi ⇢ carries a squishmallow with him (probably a dinosaur or axolotl) you catch him cuddling it as he naps at the gate while waiting to board

Kageyama  ⇢ the guy who is so lost. he’s approaches you for the second time, face red and apologetic as he asks for the directions again. you smile and offer to walk with him to his gate, you got some time to kill anyways.

Hinata ⇢ the one guy who is carrying way too much stuff for his body. this is the airport dude, why do you look like you’re carrying a whole tent with you?

Oikawa ⇢ shamelessly tries to flirt and sweet talk the TSA agent, thinking she’ll let him go ahead first. ends up being bought into the small room for further questioning.

Iwaizumi  ⇢ sweaty and pants heavily as he performs sit-ups and push-ups while waiting for the boarding call. you’d be kind of grossed out and annoyed if he didn’t look so good doing it.

Matsukawa ⇢ very tipsy after one too many cocktails while waiting at T.G.I Fridays

Makki  ⇢ accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder after dozing off while sitting next to you. you let him because ✨airport romance✨, but then he drools on you.

Kuroo  ⇢ man in a suit, truly a sight for the eyes. eyes are glued to his phone the entire time, never looking up once, probably replying to some urgent business emails. you really don’t know but he looks good doing it. 

Kenma ⇢ sits outside the women bathroom because it was the only place where the walls have an outlet that wasn’t used. definitely uncomfortable with the glares of those entering into the bathroom, but his switch is running out of battery. Priorities.

Bokuto ⇢ he’s got it all: the neck pillow, the arm pillow, a pillow pet, two blankets, eye mask. he’s prepared to sleep the entire time on the flight.

Akaashi ⇢ that cute boy you see at the airport bookstore and tries to catch his eyes, but he’s genuinely too engrossed in choosing a book to read on the plane later to notice your efforts.

Ushijima ⇢ you can see him running a mile away. he’s got the stance of a track star. but I'm sorry, your flight left 30 minutes ago.

Tendou ⇢ misses his flight and tries to make conversation with you. very nice but a little too enthusiastic.

Atsumu ⇢ another runner, but not as graceful at Ushijima. shouts “MOVE. OUTTA MA WAY” as he comes cruising down to the gate. makes it on time, but barely.

Osamu ⇢ sits down next to you with a whole selection of snacks and pastries. will offer to share if he catches you eyeing his food. (my parents said not to take food from strangers, but maybe I can take your number?) 

Suna ⇢ face contorted into anger and disgust as he stares at his iPad. You pass by and hear him grumble about the stupid, weak wifi taking forever to download his Netflix watchlist

Kita ⇢ honestly, just a normal traveler. very polite (and handsome), offers to let you board first. will help you put your bag in the overhead compartment. my favorite kind of traveler

#—edited&approved #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #oikawa #ushijima #kenma #kuroo #kita #suna #osamu #atsumu #bokuto

[art-of-secret-dark-heart]

If MBTI types were yandere dudes. #1 (ENFJ)

Haven’t been here for some time. Just life happens and hadn’t read any stories with Yanderes for some time. (And also being a dummy, I couldn’t remember how to log back in… @@;)

Anyway, as a way to destress, I just randomly thought what if mbti types were Yanderes. Dunno if that’s exciting, but it was kinda fun to look up about the types, and think about it. So thought, why not post about it for fun. (I have thought of other kinds of Yanderes but not doing anything with those for now. And I will reblog another time. Posting this late in the night. ;;)

Content Warnings:The usual yandere toxic relationship behaviors

——————————————

just in case… the mbti types as Yanderes are just for fun and I’m not an expert in mbti. It’s exaggerated so… I hope this doesn’t offend anyone. Lol… also this is more of a ramble.

✨ENFJ✨

Would likely be the hero who saves you. THE hero for everyone. If you go against him, no one would believe you. A charismatic leader who personally saved many lives to the point that they believe they own their lives to him.

On the surface, you might even admire him for his unwavering desire to make the world a better place. (Although maybe that depends on what he considers is a “better” place) But more specifically, he actually wants to make a better place for YOU. Wants to always be with you. Always be doing something with you. Will do anything to make you happy. Which leads him to wanting you to always depend on him.

Will listen to what you have to say (just word it nicely), but he’ll always make points that seem to make you feel inferior. But this is actually not done on purpose. He just truly thinks you need help. His help. And he will push it onto you. He will be shock if you don’t think he’s doing anything good for you. But then, he’ll believe you just don’t know any better.

He will feel like he’s a failure if he lets you down. If someone hurts you, it will greatly emotionally effect him.

Might fall in love with someone who has similar hardships as him, so there could be this emotional understanding. Someone who also has a kind heart. He would also be drawn to someone who is skilled or atleast passionate in something. Another type that he would like is one who is confident, and can somehow pleasantly surprise him.

Actually maybe cleverly completely leaving him (and if he does get you back again), would just make him love you even more. As long as you don’t harm or spew hatred towards him. If you do, he just won’t listen, so he can avoid getting hurt by such words from you. He might become more controlling with his “help”. But if he doesn’t get you back soon or you come back hurt, then it’ll just makes him feel like an awful mess. He might start neglecting his well being.

He would definitely fall for someone who encourages his goals, and makes him feel appreciated or understood by them. Although he would want you to depend on him, he would also love someone who is ambitious. In fact, he probably might naturally lure you to him by being there, being the good listener that you need. Encourages your dreams. He is invested in you doing well. Would like to flirt with you. Definitely have a way with words that makes you feel good. Won’t beat around the bushes when he falls in love with you. Confesses to you right away.

So, he doesn’t want you to become a lifeless doll for him. Heck, there is a chance he won’t kidnap you or at least not lock you up, unless there’s a “good” reason in his mind to do so. (Like you really aren’t taking care of yourself). But it’ll still feel like you’re trap, especially with how it feels like his millions of devoted followers are watching you. Making sure you’ll be there for him as he has been there for them.

Fantasy or isekai whatever : this yandere might be a heroic king who saved his country, thus becoming a well loved leader.

more of a horror touch (based on popular movies or books): out of touch politician doing something crazy like the purge, thinking it’s a good idea. Or a cult leader.  —————

Huh… I feel like there should be more horror added to this, but if anything, anyone is free to send asks to me. Questions, suggestions, chat, etc. I have something for INTJ. But maybe I will post that tomorrow.

#Yandere #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x reader #mbti types #ENFJ #Rambling #yandere x gender neutral reader #my stuff

[sammyboyimagines]

Hey sweets✨ how ya doing?

Got a request with Steve Harrington.

Based on the lyrics of the song Yad by Erica Lundmoen "don't fill your void with me" and "If you want me, change your self!" ALSO Steve in S1.

Steve has broken up with Nancy and he feels such a mess. So tommy promised him that he'll forget her if he start using women for his own pleasure. So he does that, Take them home and acts like nothing happened the next day. Still, he won't stop thinking of her, till he meet the reader. She's a completely different person than all the other women he has met, different personality (a baddie), different style than skirts and dresses like the divas. She's a skater girl and a whole beauty without make up. So when he approach her for the one night stand, she rejects him. He won't give up on trying to have her into his pants and she won't stop the rejection as she knows that he just want to use her to forget his ex. After he'll be a pain in the ass, she'll blow up and tell him

"if you really want me, earn me. Change your self!" So Make him obsessed with the reader, changing his self into someone better to impress her, a really different steve that will completely forget Nancy and fall in love with the reader✨

Earn Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Summary: Steve is desperate for a distraction after breaking up with Nancy, and the reader refuses to be a rebound. Steve has to make a change before he can gain her favor. 3.6k words

Warnings: swearing, misogyny from Tommy H., angst, arguing, use of the words (whore, slut, etc), excessive flirting from Steve, pet names, brief mentions of the words: sex, one-night stand, bang, etc.), and suggestive comments.

//hi darling, I am so sorry this took so long but I did enjoy writing this for you! I think I stayed on par with the request, let me know if anything needs to be changed! also not edited very well so there could very well be typos!

The loud music blaring from inside the house provided a muffler to whatever Nancy was shouting at him about. "What are you even saying right now?" he yelled back, observing her angry expression as she rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. She ushered him through the house to the bathroom. The furious look on her pretty face had him concerned.

"What's going on? Talk to me, Nance." His hands found her slim waist. Her breath smelled like liquor. What the hell was in that punch? 

"This is all bullshit. We pretend to be this amazing couple. We pretend like nothing's wrong, it's bullshit and you know it! We killed her, Steve. We killed Barb and you are just ignoring all of this and acting like it's okay. It's bullshit!" Nancy shoved Steve away from her. She was undoubtedly under the influence but Steve felt hurt nevertheless.

"What are you talking about? Wait! Come back-" Nancy fled the scene, abandoning the red cloth she tried to wipe her shirt with as well as the cup she spilled all over the bathroom floor.

Steve was shattered, absolutely heartbroken. He truly believed that he could pick up the pieces with Nancy, but this was the final straw. Bullshit? Is that what she thought it was?

"Relax man, these things just happen. She was kinda a bitch anyway.." Tommy slung his shoulder around Carol. "Don't talk about Nance like that. You didn't know her like I did." Steve was quick to defend her, no matter how deep his cuts were from last night.

"You're turning into such a sap for her, dude! Just forget about her!" Tommy laughed, pressing a heavy kiss onto Carol's forehead. 

"But how? She's the only one I'm interested in.." he felt hopeless. The prettiest girl in Hawkins had called their love bullshit. How would he ever recover?

"Jesus you're so dramatic. Just find some other slut who'll throw herself at you. Trust me. You're Hawkins' sweetheart! They'll line up around the block for a night with King Steve." Tommy assured him, his misogynistic confidence fueling Steve's own self-esteem.

"Really? I shouldn't look for another relationship?" That's all Steve wanted, but if his best friend was so confident that he should be using other women, maybe he should follow his advice.

"Of course, stupid! Do you think I bagged this beauty from sweet gestures? No, I've been a player since the 7th grade." Tommy nuzzled into Carol, who was just watching the conversation unfold. If there was one thing Carol aspired to be, she wanted to be in the know about every drama occurring at Hawkins.

"I just feel like such an asshole! She trusted me to help her with her issues. I just tried to push them away so we could be...normal." Steve was beating himself up about it. He'd pray for each day to go faster so he could hang out with Tommy and Carol and forget his worries.

"Dude, it's not your fault she had all that baggage. I promise a little distraction is just what you need. Bang a few girls, go to parties, teenager stuff. Do that, and you'll forget about her in no time." Tommy was full of confidence, as per usual. He was actually pretty arrogant but Steve would rather hang out with them than get to know anyone else.

That's just what Steve did. He'd woo a girl from whatever class he was in, take them to his house and use them for his own pleasure. Each time, his mind would be so clouded with lust that he'd forget about his ex Nancy. But with each morning after, his one-night stand would be gone, yet the memory of Nancy would slowly creep back into his mind.

He was very torn up about it. "I miss her so much, man. I should have talked to her before this happened. Now I'm probably ruining my chance with her even more by banging every girl in Hawkins." He sighed, his head resting against the table in the cafeteria. 

"God, she's not even that pretty! If anything, she's the whore. Do you know who I saw her roaming around with? That Byers guy with the missing brother." Steve groaned, banging his head gently.

"Figures she'd move on. He's always been nice to her. I should have known she'd go home with him." he mumbled with clenched teeth and fists.

"So? Just forget about her." he couldn't. He couldn't forget her smile that would brighten his day when he teased her for her timidness around him. He couldn't forget how she bravely helped him fight off whatever the hell that monster was. It was too much to simply forget. But there was no shame in trying. Especially when it felt this good.

"Hey.." a voice made Steve turn in bed to see his one-night stand still lying in his bed. "Oh, hi J...Janice." he winced when the woman sat up with a furrowed brow. "Who the fuck is Janice? My name is Amy!" she snatched her clothes from the floor.

"God, you're such a manwhore, how many girls have you had this week?" she was humiliating him, but he didn't care. "Get the hell out." he rubbed his forehead, trying to stave off a piercing headache.

Skip to lunch, he was sitting with Tommy and Carol, more defeated than ever. "It won't fucking work! I've tried everything!" he looked at Tommy, who was laughing his ass off.

"You need a different type of girl. You're been going after the prissy type. I got one for you." He points to a girl wearing a black leather jacket and acid-wash jeans. "That one, she looks friendly." he snorts. "Go for it, dude!" he chuckles. Tommy expected you to be a tougher shell to crack.

Steve wandered over. "Hey, I'm Steve." he leaned his head on his hand. "And you are?" he flashes you a smile, you can tell he's full of himself. "Y/n." you were working on some math homework before your next period. 

"S-uh, Studying? You don't look like the academic type." Steve was at a loss for words from the moment he sat down. Your simplicity yet complicity made him puzzled. The way your jeans hugged your legs perfectly as the leather jacket hung around your shoulders bunched up at the arms. You weren't prissy and perfect. There was hardly a splash of pink or baby blue adorning your figure. It shocked him.

"Are you trying to tell me I look stupid, Harrington?" you already set a nickname for him. He was taken aback. "No! No, I'm just saying-"

"Save it, I'm kidding." you chuckle, your eyes finally leaving your paper to look at him. He was blown away by your gorgeous, hypnotizing eyes. Most girls at Hawkins wore makeup and shiny, frilly outfits. This was different for him, and he couldn't be more shocked.

"Could you be my tutor? I really need help with my math stuff. I've got a test coming up." Steve lied, a foolproof way to get in your pants under the disguise of an innocent meetup. 

Here's the thing. You weren't as mean as people thought you were. "Sure, you positive you want me to tutor you? I'm not a genius, you know.." you close your books to talk to him.

"I'm positive, sweetheart. You're the exact person I want to tutor me." Steve was running low on things to say. His mouth was very dry as he felt like he was running out of air just talking to you.

"Alright, Steve. Come by my place at 6, and we'll work on whatever you have." you offered him your address on a napkin before standing up. "By the way, don't call me sweetheart." you smile and walk off. Steve retreats back to the table where Tommy and Carol sat. "So? How'd it go?" He smirked at them. "I'm going over to her house tonight to 'study'." He chuckled smugly. What he didn't know, was that you were onto him from the moment he sat down next to you. He was using you for nothing more than your body. A toy for him to use and then abandon.

But you didn't want to come to any conclusions just yet. So, when Steve knocked on your door at 5, you let him in without a fuss. "Come in. I was thinking, maybe we could study for a couple hours, then you can go home. I don't want to rob your whole night." The truth was, you didn't want to spend most of your night cooped up with Steve doing stupid math equations.

"No, don't worry about it. I'd rather spend time with you than anyone." he was really flirtatious. "Uh huh," you replied awkwardly. You'd rather step on glass than spend time with Steve Harrington.

You sat in your small living room with Steve doing homework. Your parents were gone for the week. They take vacations without you sometimes. "Maybe we could take this to the bedroom?" he suggests. You were growing more suspicious with every word that came out of his mouth. "Uh yeah, sure." you brought the stacks of papers to the desk in your bedroom. 

Steve sat on the edge of your bed. "Come sit, sweetheart, we can do some flashcards." a trick he used on Nancy all the time. You sigh and sit on your bed with him, his leg touching yours, reluctantly pulling out the flashcards. "Are you sure you're -learning anything? I feel like this is very one-sided-" his hand touched your thigh.

"Don't feel so insecure. You're doing absolutely amazing, baby. I am learning so much." he chuckles, looking into your eyes. "Why don't we take a little break? You've been working so hard." His other hand wrapped around your shoulders, his voice close to your ear.

You gently squirm. "Harrington, if you're gonna flirt with me, I'm gonna kick you out. Let go, or I'll let you fail that test." You weren't too angry, but Steve got the message anyway. "Sure thing, we should work for another hour and then I'm gonna head out." he was a tad bit hurt by that, but he wanted to play the long con. Each time he'd look at your face, it was like being caught in a trance. His urge to leave you high and dry went away with each nice gesture thrown his way. He came to the realization that he'd never really dated anyone who didn't care about his popularity. You treated him like a normal guy. It bugged him.

That's what he told Tommy the next day. "She's very genuine. Maybe I should back off? She doesn't seem interested in me." He shrugs, a little discouraged by your standoffish manner. "Dude, she's staring at you right now. She's totally into you!" he laughs. The statement made Steve whip his head around to look at you.

Just like he said, you were gazing at him with those pretty eyes. Except, you didn't look away. He wasn't sure how to react. He tossed a wink at you before turning back around. "She's not like other girls. It's strange.." he was intrigued by you. "Yeah, she's a fuckin' weirdo." He chuckled at Tommy's words.

This tutoring had gone on for weeks, and Steve was so close to breaking the walls you put up from the moment you met him. "So Steve, what did you want to work on today? I also made dinner if you want some." you smile at him from your bed. "Well, I was thinking we could work on a different subject.." he sat next to you. "Uh-yeah! What did you have in mind?"

He placed a hand on your thigh. "Well, I'm just having such a hard time in Anatomy right now and I'd really appreciate a real-life model-" you cut him off.

"Steve, no. How many times have you done this? Like 3 times! I don't want to be a rebound.." you heard of his breakup with Nancy. Who hadn't? Steve sighed and pulled out his math homework. "Worth a try."

Your brain was exhausted. "Why don't we have a break and eat dinner?" you were desperate to get away from his disgusting flirting. You saw right through him, he only wanted to be here for the sex. And you weren't going to be a lousy rebound for the most popular guy at school.

You sat across the table from Steve, your eyes never leaving your plate of food. "Thank you for teaching me so much, Y/n. I actually passed a test because of you. I owe you.." he smiles, a fake expression masking his true intentions.

"I'm so glad! You really had no clue what you were doing. You're not the best student, but it's been fun.." you felt awkward. Steve's foot nudged yours, making you look up from your meal. His leg moved against yours. 

"I could repay you, y'know? I have an...unorthodox method of payment." he insinuated. Anger boiled inside you until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You slammed your fists on the table. "Get the fuck out, Steve. I'm so tired of your flirting! I'm not gonna be some worthless rebound so you can forget about Nancy! Why can't you act like you're interested in me? Why act like I'm worthless except for my body?" you ranted, Steve's eyes were wide open.

"Wha-I'm not using you!" you scoffed at his lies. "You have been flirting with me since you sat down next to me at lunch. I've rejected you each and every time! You clearly want me for sex! Just leave if you don't care about me or my help. I do care about you, but if you really want me, earn me. I'm not easily won like other girls you've had. You need to change yourself! I'll give you a chance if you show me you're a good man and not some manwhore trying to forget about his ex. Don't fill your void with me! How about actually trying to date someone?!" you threw your arms up in anger.

Steve was speechless. How could a quiet dinner lead to this? 

"Just get out, take your stuff. You're welcome to talk to me in school, but I know you have that stupid reputation to uphold. Wouldn't want to taint it with my presence. You seem so interested in me but you haven't even shown me an inch of attention at school. I hope you fail that fucking test. Get the hell out of my house."

Steve left in a hurry, muttering quick apologies that fell off his tongue naturally. He made his way to his car, feeling almost...sad.

He had to win you over.

"Are you seriously going after her? I mean, look at her! She doesn't exactly fit in.." Tommy cringes when Steve tells him that he's gonna try and win you over. He was upset when you kicked him out. He hadn't felt that way since Nancy. Steve didn't want to mess it up like he did last time. 

He'd see you in the hallway, looking as beautiful as ever despite rejecting him and breaking his heart all over again. Thinking he was crazy, he talked to a few of his friends and heard the same thing. "She's no good for you." but that made him want you even more. 

The chase was exhilarating. Each time he'd try to talk to you, he'd get nothing but a shrug and a tiny smile. But those interactions kept him going, the thought that he was slowly chipping away at the walls you rebuilt after the big fight.

It took a couple months for you to even have a deep conversation with him. In that time, he had dropped Tommy and Carol, as they called him weak and fragile for falling for you so hard. He couldn't help it! Each time he looked at you, he'd fall deeper into the obsession that was you. Your little smiles when he made a joke, your beautiful eyes looking up and down his frame, your eyebrow rising when he said something you didn't like. He wanted it all, bad and good.

"Hey Y/n, I got these for you." he showed up at your locker in the morning to surprise you with flowers. "I cut them myself...from someone's garden on my street. I'm sure they won't mind." he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. He'd never been this desperate. You laughed, actually laughed at his remarks for the first time in weeks. It was music to his ears. He found himself smiling wide enough to make his cheeks hurt. You both were officially best friends at this point, with him visiting every week, driving you to and from school, etc.

"Thank you, Steve. These are gorgeous. Is there a special occasion?" you lean against your locker, smelling the freshly cut flowers. Steve could hardly focus. Between your sweet smile and the idea of you finally accepting him, he could barely breathe.

"No, I just thought I'd get you something. You deserve it." you could tell he was trying his hardest. "I'll walk you to class." his arm was linked around yours before you could protest. Not that you would have...

"Thank you, by the way. For helping me with my classes, it was really sweet of you." Steve could hardly remember Nancy anymore because you had surrounded his every thought, and he loved it. "Has anyone ever told you how good you look in blue?" he points to your outfit. 

"Wow, really laying it on thick, huh?" you laugh, sitting next to him in class. "What? I can't compliment a pretty girl?" he smiles and asks you for a pencil, something he did every day for the past month of reinventing himself. 

The following month, December, went by fast. Steve drove you home every day so you didn't have to take the bus. "Steve, it's really bad out there. I don't think you'll make it home without sliding into a ditch or something.." you glanced out the window at the blizzard outside. It had started on the way home, and after your weekly tutoring session, it had piled up fast. 

"I'm sure I'll be fine! I'll be careful." he put his coat on and grabbed his book bag. You grab his arm. "I can't let you. It's too dangerous! If you die, I won't have my ride to school each morning!" you tease., making him chuckle. He liked how you teased him. It was nice to see you coming out of your shell again. He was blushing at how your hand squeezed his bicep to prevent him from leaving.

"Okay, if you insist! I'll stay, sweetheart." the name slipped out, making the both of you stop in your tracks. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that.." he was praying he didn't push any boundaries. 

"No, it-it's okay. I liked it.." you fumbled with the sleeves of your hoodie. "Really?" He asks breathlessly. Your mouth felt dry as you looked into his deep brown eyes. 

"You've changed, Steve. A lot." You laughed, helping him take his coat off, and set his stuff down. "I think you've really put in the effort to become a better person. You're nicer to people. I think it's sweet." you decide to make dinner since nobody would be going anywhere.

"You think it's sweet?" he runs a hand through his messy hair and follows you into the kitchen. He really did change over the few months after your rejection. "Yeah, you're actually a pretty good friend now." you smile, shuffling around the kitchen. Steve felt his stomach drop.

Friend?

Steve had fallen head over heels for you, and in that time, he had been giving you gifts and showing up for you, anything he could do to prove he was a better man. He stood back, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching you cook. He admired your focused face when you tried to remember how much of a certain ingredient you needed.

"So about that. Do you think I'm a good man?" he asks, making you frown. "Yeah, of course, you are. Steve, you were always a good man, just misguided. Stupid Tommy and Carol.." you sigh. "I wanted you to change because you needed to realize how blindly confident you were. You would have been thinking about Nancy for years. One-night stands won't cut it. And I was not about to be a rebound, a replacement for her." Steve nods, sighing to himself. He hated the thought of you being a rebound for his ex.

"You didn't deserve that, any of it. I'm so sorry for being such a jackass." he was hoping you could forgive him. "Don't be! You've changed and that's what matters." you held his cheek, the gesture making his heart beat impossibly faster. "And I think you deserve a second chance." he felt high on your presence. His brain was barely functioning. 

"Really? You think so?" he watched your face for even a fraction of doubt. There was none. "Let's start over then. Y/n, would you like to have a dinner date here tonight while we watch Christmas movies? It would be our first date." he bites his lip in anticipation. You chuckle and stir the food on the stove. 

"Sure, it's a date." Steve could barely hear you because of the excitement rushing through his veins. "Could you say it again? It sounds so satisfying." he smiles. You rolled your eyes at his antics. 

"I'll go on a date with you! You're so stupid." your laugh quickly turns into a small gasp as his hands grasped your waist. "Sorry, you just looked really cold." he chuckles, teasing you when you shiver under his grip.

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," you mumble. He buries his face in your neck and breathes in your sweet perfume. 

"You're beautiful, Y/n L/n." he smiles against your skin.

//anon i am so incredibly sorry my wifi just stopped working late Sunday night when I was going to post it!

#steve harrington #stranger things #reader insert #steve harringtonxreader #stranger things netflix #imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #netflix

[zephersspace]

Hey there, spooky ones! 🫰✨

Remember I told you the day was already worth it? Well it was xD

Yesterday was such a good day... and then we have today lol xD

Today was... a day. Yesterday was fun tho' (I'm vibin with Chéjov here, you know, he had that yesterday was cool, today sucks, tomorrow will be better vibe) 😂

I've been remembering my past highschool days and the choir, the songs, the friends, the lovers... fuck everything seems so fucking far now is crazy!

Also, and adding to the nostalgia, I've been like... missing this feeling of being... wooed? 😂 Like... someone liking me and flirting w/me and that silly little moment you have before a first kiss... (I mean I'm totally in love w/my gf but I think everyone thinks about this but just a few actually say it xD)

ANYWAY BACK TO SCHOOL RELATED STUFF. We read Tres hermanas (three sisters), by Chéjov and let me tell you... Russians are such interesting people! Their thinking is so fucking chaotic and strong and nationalist... just wow. Is actually not a long play, is from the early XX century so lots of hints to the conflict that they had yet to come with their revolution and such but you have to really squint to see it, it's all really well written.

Next I'm gonna be starting Martín Fierro, by José Hernández, and I'm really excited for that one idek why.

The numbers you see up there are part of a linguistic analysis of a poem based on it's syllables and their phonemes... Idk if you get anything I'm saying but Imma stop here bc if I get carried away I'll end up giving you a lecture on this xD

Well I already over shared a whole shit-ton so imma leave it here.

☁️You are so loved, and so cherished. Even if you can't see it. Love is always there, I promise, sometimes you just have to breathe and let it in.☁️

Yours truly, Zepher 🖤✨

#studyblr #student #study motivation #studying #spotify #reading #study #university #study community #college student #uni struggles #uniblr #uni student #uni life #college stress #college stuff #college life #college #college studyblr #student life #study notes #study with me #studyblr community #studyspo #lecture #read a book #currently reading #literature and linguistics student #linguistics #literature

[sgt-morgan]

Cheap sunglasses

A/N: a little devilish AU based on my favorite ZZ Top song 🖤✨ it just felt too right. Little baby college! Matt. It gets angsty towards the middle, but we clear it up!

DD Masterlist

You signed up for tutoring about two days after classes started, and Matt immediately knew you would be trouble. You were popular, Matt knew, as you always seemed to have plans after your sessions were done, and your sweat always faintly smelled of cheap liquor. You seemed to be constantly surrounded by people, your presence always instigating a swarm of onlookers or people stoping you to ask you about some event or party. They gathered like moths to a flame, constantly buzzing whenever you decided to study in the Coffee shop or library, even if you were on the silent floor where talking was strictly prohibited. (Much to Matt’s chagrin.) However, Matt could never fault you for this, he understood the magnetism.

How could he not? The moment he met you, he knew you were gonna rock his world, you made him come out of his shell. Matt had never joked more, or laughed more for that matter, in his life. Foggy thought he was doing coke. He constantly wanted to bathe in your easy warmth, wishes to be engulfed by your sweet scent, your warm caress, your burning gaze. You glistened like the sun, sparkled brilliantly in his minds eye, his memory of the glow of sunlight slowly eaten up by you.

You never even once mentioned the fact he was blind, but you always seemed to know exactly how to operate to his advantage, without making him feel like a space alien. You always took his arm when you were walking, read menus for him, used the clock system when handing him things. You even kept spare sets of sunglasses for him. Matt always seemed to be loosing them everywhere, or breaking them, and you seemed to sense how vulnerable it made him feel without them, so you always seemed to have some to spare. You just acted like his flaws all perfectly normal, you never let it break your stride in a conversation nor did you ever once make an effort to receive thanks for this act of kindness. You just did it.

“Oh hell,” Matt sighed. “I lost my glasses again didn’t I?” He never seemed to notice their absence with you, you could care less wether his eyes just glossed over you or stared at random into nothing, but he could hear the girl at the table next to them muttering to her friend about his blank stare apparently boring into her for the past thirty minutes and he felt hot shame creep up over him at her discomfort.

“Oh shit!” You giggled, your warm laughter washing over him like a comforting summer breeze, “I guess so Matty!”

He heard you rummage through your bag and pull on a set of glasses. He could hear the creaking of the hinges, the glassy clack of the lenses against your nails.

“On your 3, there you go.” You mutter placing them in his open palm. He slides the glasses up his nose, and he feels the comfort of their weight veil him again from the world around him. They couldn’t however, dim your kindness.

“You’re gonna go broke if you keep buying me glasses.” He chuckled, reaching forward gently to fondly trace your features. Touch being an easy form of affection between you.

“No worries, Matty! The dollar store has a great selection of cheap sunglasses for my best buddy.” He felt your nose scrunch under his fingers, the curve of your smile under his palm as his hand retreated. Truly, to Matt you were a saint.

You also went out of your way to be a good friend to Foggy. You laughed at his dumb jokes, you helped Matt drag him back to their dorm after a night out, you gave him tips on dates, you really were an amazing friend. This truly shown through, when you offered to get them into one of your sorority socials, so he could flirt with your friend.

“The theme is Rock of Ages.” You chuckle. You were sitting with them in the library, you had been pretending to study for about 45 minutes when you finally gave up to talk about Foggy’s newest crush.

“Oh shit, like the musical?” Foggy giggled, swiping his hair out of his eyes.

“More like the Def Leppard song, but yeah.” You shrug, “it’s a charity auction, they announce us as we come in for this one because we’re auctioning off a date, and we’re supposed to bring an escort. I’m the President, so I don’t see why I can’t have more than one escort!” You laugh. You two were workshopping entrenched when Foggy had a lightbulb moment.

“Ooooh! Do you think Marci needs an escort?” Foggy gasped, pulling out his phone to text his crush.

“Honestly Fog? Great idea.” You shrug, “She was just saying she needed an escort.”

Foggy grins, Matt can hear the upturn in the skin around his lips. You nudge foggy excitedly, helping him to draft the text. He can hear the clicking on the tiny keys of Foggy’s phone accompanying your muted conspiratorial whispers and he smiles.

“So wait, what song are you gonna do with Matt as your escort?” Foggy frowns, “the two dudes thing was simple, but a blind guy makes so many good possibilities.” Foggy cackles nefariously.

“Blinded by the light!” Matt exclaims.

“Love is blind?” Foggy smirks, and You giggle catching on to The game.

“Blind as a bat?” Matt continues.

“I have an even better idea!” You smirk.

“Please share!” Foggy giggled flailing his arms in your direction.

“Nah, I’ll play this one close to the vest.” You wink, tapping on the back of Matt’s hand where it rested on the table, as if to supplement this playful gesture for the facial expression. He thought it was cute, your playful substitutes for expressions. They warmed his heart. “You just show up in a black suit with a red shirt, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

The night of the formal came quicker than expected. Foggy had his in, he and Marci walked to X offender by Blondie. Foggy was dressed as a cop, and if he was told the correct description, Marci’s ass looked stellar in her Debbie Harry costume. You had yet to show, but you were last. Matt was technically early, because he needed Foggy to escort him to the party. Matt didn’t mind waiting, you were worth waiting on.

“Matty!” He smelled your sweet perfume, and heard your steady and increasing heart beat. He turned in your direction, smiling. You quickly surrounded him in the warmth of your embrace. He felt at the sleeves on your arms, the velvet feeling pleasant under his fingers, the smooth drag of his skin catching on the folds of the fabric was a wonderful surprise. “Oh my! You clean up nice! Foggy picked a great shirt, but we’re gonna unbutton a couple of those!” He could hear the smile in your voice, and he smiled amicably as you unbuttoned his top.

“Well then! Could have at least bought me dinner first!” He joked, chuckling as you then proceeded to roll the sleeves of his jacket and shirt. He felt your heart skip a beat at his easy flirting, and he smirked. He could hear you bite your lip, and could smell the increase of pheromones telling him his advances were appreciated.

“Sorry, Matty, just couldn’t resist!” You giggled breathlessly. “Oh man, that necklace adds the perfect touch!” He felt the burn of your touch as you straightened the chain on his cross. “Now put these on!” Matt could then feel you pulling off his glasses, stuffing them in the pocket of his suit jacket. He then felt you place another set on the bridge of his nose. He prodded at them and they seemed very oval, the frames falling in just the right place.

“Here! Wow Matty, those are so fucking sexy!” You playfully groan taking his hands and putting them on your face, he outlined the shape of stars on your frames, and traced the delicate curve of your smile. “Now, when we walk out there, be confident, and I won’t let your arm go. The walkway is a little narrow, and I can’t be going and having my favorite law student falling and suing my sorority.” You giggled. That’s when the familiar chords kicked up. You snagged his arm and started on to the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, last on our ballot, the lovely president, escorted by Matt Murdock!” The announcer cried just as the familiar lyrics blared.

When you get up in the morning and the light it hurts your head

The first thing you do when you get up out of bed

Is hit that streets a-runnin' and try to beat the masses

And go get yourself some cheap sunglasses.

Matt genuinely laughed when he heard your choice. The ZZ Top song was unexpected, but it was timed perfectly. He thought back to all the glasses you had replaced his glasses for him and grinned. He walked you down the cat walk, hearing people smile and cheer for you as you blew kisses and winked. He did a turn around the stage with you holding your hand above your head and gesturing to you with a flourish. He could tell you loved the attention, and the crowd loved giving it to you. He could feel the weight of heady stares, especially at your breasts in that low cut top. It’s times like these Matt wishes his eyes worked. He shook the indecent thought from his head, instead reveling in the way you seemed to sparkle under the gazes of those around you.

Spied a little thing and I followed her all night

In a funky fine Levis and her sweater's kind of tight

She had a west coast strut that was as sweet as molasses

But what really knocked me out was her cheap sunglasses

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,

As you crudely gestured and playfully wound your hips, grinding your ass against Matt and pulling his tie in time to the lyrics, Matt decided he was going to be bold. If you were the sun? Matt decided in that moment he wanted to be a mirror ball, wanted to reflect your light for everyone to see. Matt snatched you by the waist and spun you around, your hands flung up over your head. Your laughter was infectious as he dipped you. When he brought you back up he kissed your cheek and he could feel the way your skin heated under his affection. Matt grinned devilishly as he left you at center stage, escorted off by Foggy, who pretended to arrest him. Matt blew her a kiss for the added suave bad boy effect, pretending to struggle against Foggy.

Now go out and get yourself some big black frames

With the glass so dark they won't even know your name

And the choice is up to you cause they come in two classes

Rhinestone shades or cheap sunglasses

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

“Dude, she’s totally got a thing for you.” Foggy giggled with glee, slapping Matt on the arm. “ I wish you could have seen the way she blushed and giggled as I took you off stage. She’s totally in to you!”

“Yeah Murdock!” Another unexpected voice called out. From the sickly sweet smell of Gucci perfume, he could tell it was Marci Stahl. “You really do have her on the hook, and nice shades by the way. Y/N’s right, red really IS your color.”

Matt smirked cocking his head to the side. “Well thanks Marci, I think I just might keep them.”

———————— 4 years later ————————

“Matty?”

Matt felt her voice like the heat of the first day of spring, after a long bitter winter. Last he had heard, you were living in Syracuse making a nice living managing some hotels and a set of cabins on one of the Great Lakes. He tilted his head in the direction of your voice with a light smile.

“Could my ears be failing me, or is that the president of my favorite sorority?” Matt called, holding out his hand in the direction he heard your heart beat coming from.

“From what I remember, your ears couldn’t fail you if they wanted to.” Matt frowned and dropped his hand to his side.

——————— 4 years earlier ———————

“Hey! Let me go!” Matt could hear you struggling with your date. He normally doesn’t prey around campus, but he was on his way back to the dorms. Hoping Foggy was still at Marci’s. He didn’t make it far, when he heard you starting to escort your auction date back on to campus. From the way you were practically stomping back to campus beside your pay-to-play suitor, he figured that the date didn’t go so well. Besides, the guys an asshole. He’s buying his way through law school with daddy’s money, and Matt hated that. He figured he’d follow along to be on the safe side.

“Shut it, bitch!” Matt could hear the impact of skin on skin. He had hit you. Then he heard you whimper, he could smell the sweat, the fear that rolled off you in waves, hear how your heart pounded. Something in him just… snapped.

A large man clad in black hopping from the fire escape in front of your date, was startling to be sure. He heard your shocked gasp, felt you flinch back from the two very intimidating men. He couldn’t blame you, you couldn’t know it was him, his mask took care of that. Your breath was coming out of you in panting, frightened gasps, and Matt could feel the fury blazing, the devil snapping at the threads of his self control. He continued to focus on your breathing and the tremor in your voice, ignoring your date.

“What the fuck?” Oh right, this guy. “Who are you supposed to be, a ninja?” The guy laughed, his breath smelled faintly of liquor. Some expensive red wine he guessed. He could smell the grapes. It was a white wine. It soured his stomach. He could hear the way his skin stretched over his knuckles as he clenched his fist.

“No, I’m just a concerned citizen.” Matt snarled.

“Well fuck off!” The guy yelled, Matt heard the guy’s fist cut through the air, he ducked and wiped out the guys weakened leg on the follow through. He knew it’s position from the sound of the guys soles scraping the concrete, tracked the little raise in his foot as he stumbled.

Matt grabbed his flailing arm as he fell, pinning it behind his back and delivering one swift punch to the guys nose. The trapped man reached up Scrabbling for his mask, Matt delivered another hit to the nose effectively knocking the guy out cold. The damage however, was done. He heard your shocked gasp as his mask fluttered to the ground. He hated the way your heart began to the harder, you were scarred.

“Matty?” He didn’t stick around for an explanation. He fled, leaving you with an unconscious date and so many questions. He shivered as he ran away, suddenly feeling like his sun had gone behind a cloud. Your warmth right there, but just out of reach of his blood stained hands.

Two weeks later, you got a letter from Matt explaining and begging you to stay away from him, not to tell anyone of his little secret hobby. He said he was dangerous, said he was no good for you. You tried to talk to him, but Matt could avoid anyone if he needed to. You refused to stop trying, showing up every week to your scheduled tutoring sessions,even though Matt had long stopped attending. You still hung out with Foggy, who also tried to wrestle an explanation out of Matt. It wasn’t until you saw Matt with Elektra that you both quit trying.

—————— Back to Present ——————

“Well, your right about that one,” Matt smiled again bitterly, wrapping his palms around his cane. “What are you doing down here slumming it in the city? I heard you started up a nice little life for yourself in Liverpool, near the Onondaga right?”

“You heard right!” You chuckle, he heard the slight tussle of your hair, smelt the faint waft of shampoo that hit his nose as you tucked your hair behind your ears. “I have two hotels, one near Lake Onondaga, one near the university, and a little set of cabins on Lake Ontario.” You stepped closer to him and your smell hit him fully. You always smelled so sweet, your shampoo and perfume always complemented the natural warm, comforting, smell of your skin so perfectly. You were always the perfect assault of his senses. He couldn’t bare to stand so far from you, when you were once again so close.

“Care to walk me to coffee?” Matt shrugged offering his arm out to you, “Maybe we can catch up?”

You paused for a second, and Matt could feel every beat of his heart thudding against his skin. It was as if his heart was trying to jump from his chest to your hands, giving you a piece of himself again. While Matt had distanced himself from you, he always tried to keep tabs. You were his oldest obsession, a strong beacon of the good that could have been his life if he had just held it together. He regretted pushing you away, truly he did. But this? This chance meeting after he had finally rid his city of Wilson Fisk? Well, you had to be a sign from God. You were the sign that maybe, just maybe, he had finally done enough good. Only, you still hadn’t taken his arm.

“Um,” he could hear the hesitancy, felt his thudding heart stutter, threatening to shatter to a million little pieces. Then he heard you pull in a deep breath through your nose. You grabbed his arm.

“Sure Matty, why not.”

You walked him to the coffee shop you saw in the distance, you filled him in on your life, you spoke of your little cabin settled amongst the trees in Syracuse. You told him of how you got to where you were, told him of your struggles with bad tenants and one time, a bear. Your voice regaling him of your adventures felt like the warmth of sunshine on his face. Your easy humor and sweet charm settled something deep in his bones. You still remembered the way you used to guide his hands, and you still did it with ease, once again taking the time to accommodate him, even though you now knew he didn’t need it. You just had an ease about you, you were easy to be around. You didn’t have the sharp edges of the other things in his life, you were peace, calm. Matt basked in it like a cat in a sun spot, if he could he would purr.

Matt gave you the cliff notes version of his life, he could tell you were filling in your own gaps from news stories, and the slight curve of his nose that hadn’t existed before you lost touch, the little scars that scattered the visible parts of his body. You caressed his knuckles, felt the rough callouses of his palm as you reached out for his hands. The physical affection still coming so easy to you, he could feel himself pressing into your touch. He unburdened his rough couple of years since you had been in touch, before shifting to lighter topics.

It was when you started to relive your college days, that you asked what he could tell you had been dying to ask.

“Matty, are those the glasses I gave you at the auction?” You chuckled nervously, toying with the side of his glasses, then seemingly realizing the intimacy of the action and drawing your hands back to the coffee that had long since gone cold. “They couldn’t be, you loose them too often, how did you find ones so similar?”

Matt smiled and pushed the frames back up onto his nose, resting his hands on the table, open and reaching towards you, begging for you to fill them with your warmth.

“Well of course they’re the originals Sunshine! How could I ever abandon my favorite shades? You know, a really hot girl once said they made me look sexy. Once you find that high, you ride it till your grave.”

#matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock au #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil #foggy nelson #marvel #netflix #Spotify

[outoftheblue-if]

“I’ll let you sit on my knee.” for Max

You got it, anon! ✨

I wrote another long snippet for Max based on the “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”, but it turned out quite... sad (at least in the beginning), and I think I self-projected a little too much in that lol, so I tried for another one, hope this one is a little more delightful 🥰

The faint sounds of Christmas tunes drifts down from the speakers above you, mixing in with the lively chatter of the crowd around you as you stand in the middle of Harrods's Christmas store. You let your eyes take in the beautiful decorations and general splendour of your surroundings, while the delicious aromas of chocolate, pastry and cinnamon waft through the air, making your mouth water.

“Woah!”

Your own reverie is broken by Max’ enraptured gasp beside you, and when you peer at them, you can’t help but let out a small laugh at the incredulous, awestruck expression dawning on their face as their eyes flash about the store in an attempt to take in all the sights at once.

You can hardly blame them. You remember the first time you set foot inside Harrods at Christmas. You were only a child back then, but you distinctly recall how magnificent and magical everything had seemed through your youthful gaze. Taking it in now, the magical haze has lifted, but it’s still beautiful and splendid enough to take your breath away.

You squeeze Max’ hand that's intertwined with yours. “Do you like it?”

They turn to you, eyes wide with wonder. “Like it?” They squeak out. “I accepted a long time ago that I would likely never set foot in Heaven, and yet… here I am.” He makes a grand gesture to the surroundings, and you can’t help but laugh again.

You’re about to reply when Max interrupts your thoughts.

“What’s that?”

You follow his finger to the corner of the room where a long line of children queue up in front of a massive, golden chair occupied by a familiar, red-clothed man with long, white beard.

“That’s the department store Santa,” you explain, watching as one kid jumps down from Santa’s lap and run off, only for another to take his place. “You know... Where the kids can sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what they want for Christmas.”

A thousand questions flash across Max' eyes, but then their lips twitch as they wiggle their brows and lean into you conspiratorially. “Do you think he will allow me to sit on his knee?”

You snort, as you imagine the scene in your head. “Ah, I think you’re a little too old, buddy, sorry.”

Max pouts, but the sparkling mirth in their carnelian brown eyes is easy to spot. “But I should so like to tell him what I desire for Christmas.”

A wicked idea dawns on you, and you sneak in closer, hovering your lips close to their ear as you whisper sweetly: “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

You watch in satisfaction how the shivers immediately spread from their neck down below their sweater, even as they turn to face you with a delighted grin on their face, glancing around as they clutch their chest dramatically. “$name, what a scandalous proposition,” they declare out loud, only to move in closer, grin widening on their face as their eyes dart down to your lips suggestively. “And will you grant me everything I want for Christmas?”

You can’t contain the amused grin on your face, though you mentally shake your head. Max is rarely flustered by flirting or suggestive innuendos, you know that. However, you know just the way to get them truly flushed.

Reaching out, you wrap your arms around their waist and snuggle closer, letting your face take on a more serious, sincere expression. You meet their gaze evenly, letting your eyes flicker over their features in open adoration. “I would give you anything you want, my love. Anything at all.” You squeeze their waist appreciatively as you place a small peck on their jaw. “Because I love you.”

Leaning back, you watch with a small thrill of victory how the smug confidence falls from their face, only to be replaced by tentative bashfulness as their eyes flicker down and to the side for a second, before they come back up to meet your gaze. The heat radiates from their form and their strong arms come up to return your embrace, careful, but secure.

Any trace of that cocksure attitude is lost as they search your face tentatively, an open vulnerability evident in their eyes. Their voice comes out shaky on a small breath. “Yeah?”

You hold their gaze assuredly. As much as you enjoy teasing the flirty assurance off their face, you’ve also made a note to be sincere and loving towards them as often as you can. The flirty jokes come easily to them — the confident swagger their trademark front, and it’s easy to get caught up in it. But you know what they really need is to be told, numerous times, whether explicitly or through actions, that you love them. That you love them, you accept them, and they are most welcome here in your warmth and in your heart.

So you confirm once again, nodding your head slowly, letting your love for them shine through your eyes as you squeeze their waist one more time, really bringing the message home. “Yeah.”

And you know they do read the sincerity in your tender gaze, because the next second they bring you flush against them in a crushing hug, hiding their face in the crook of your neck as they whisper a quiet “Thank you" solemnly and tenderly against your skin.

You can’t actually hear it over the buzz of chatter around you, but you know they do. Because they always do when you say those three little words. Like they’re equally overcome with amazed gratitude every single time; they can hardly believe their luck. And that’s precisely why you keep reminding them as often as you can. You can only hope that one day you’ll have said it enough, showed them enough, for them to believe it readily.

“I love you too,” they mutter but a moment later, letting out a contented sigh against your shoulder.

And as you hold them close, feeling the tight, desperate grasp of their arms around you, you know it’s true.

Thank you for the prompt, love! ✨🤎

#maxwinthrope #snippets #i look at my writing sometimes and i'm just like ugh 🥴 #oh well #anyway #idk bout y'all but i just want to squeeze max in a big hug 🥺 #prompts #christmas prompt #maybe i'll rewrite the other snippet and post later we'll see