#messier 50

[quiltofstars]

The Heart-Shaped Cluster, M50 // Jason Hissong

[flovverworks]

i need to talk about akira & romance more often. for me. instead of just talking about ships i like<3

[keeps-ache]

tired?

[alienjoyer]

i have beef with the buildabear plushies but i only realised after i complained about it the first time what was bothering me

the eyes are the most important thing to get right with anthropomorphic characters if you dont you end up in this weird uncanny valley mess

[tinybunbunn]

Doodle comic that gets messier and messier as it goes on lol. Based on a scene from Detailed Abandon’s fic Temporary Touch (specifically chapter 4)! This scene was just too cute. 🥺

(Note: This fic is rated E and is like 50% smut so keep that in mind if you check it out!)

[luneyverse]

i cannot be the perfect lineart guy or i will die at 30

[janitorhutcherson]

Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up. 

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?" 

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows. 

"Use your words," he demanded. 

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes. 

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

[quiltofstars]

The Heart-Shaped Cluster, M50 // Philippe Barraud

The Heart-Shaped Cluster is an open cluster of stars located about 2,900 light years from Earth with about 500 confirmed member stars. It was likely discovered by Giovanni Cassini (1625-1712) before 1711, although Messier independently discovered the cluster later in 1772.

[zzencat]

Your Future Spouse As A Mythical Creature + Qualities - ⏳

Welcome to the spooky season folks!! Thought this would be a pretty lightweight and goofy type of reading as we settle in. What are your FS’s qualities? Toxic habits?

Choose wisely. Applicable to future lover or spouse.

Warnings: super long read, suggestive comments (bordering NSFW), some exaggerated details for the fun of it (but the theme and characteristics are still consistent otherwise), toxic tendencies

🥀 THE RITUAL: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

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Pile 1 | The Werewolf

Perfectionistic as hell, likely a planner

The horniness comes and stays fellas…

Extremely careful before decision making, yet impatient (more mentally)

Hides what they really feel. Has a hard time expressing their emotions through words, so your person (well, half-person) shows you instead

Might be wealthy or does very well w/ business or business partners

ALWAYS thinks before they act

very PRIMAL tendencies; will bust major nuts when persuading you to be bred…literally. the need to breed you can become suffocating as it seeps into small actions of daily life. will never stop bugging you about it. eventually, these efforts will increase and become more desperate (but hey, if you like that, go for it 😳)

^^the thought of having a family with you gets them down real bad

EXTREMELY overprotective and possessive over how revealing your clothes might be. don’t be surprised if they finally let you out of the house after you choose to wear a hazmat suit

• will do anything for you!!!! provide food, shelter, money… as long as you depend on them, they feel at their highest.

•^^ this can also indicate an incessant need for control and control over you as well

• typically chooses the safe route; sticks to routes they’re already familiar with and practicality

•^^polite with people or at least acts like a civil person, but is easily misjudged regardless

• kind of old school and can be boring; follows reserved traditions very well

• actually is a beast in the sheets, but prob only does vanilla positions

• is very, very hesitant about letting you go out at night and will bust balls to get you to stay inside

• can get overly paranoid over small things that can potentially harm you

slow, sensual, deep lovemaking sometimes—rough and wild, sloppy and fast at others—just totally unable to control themselves. this is bc they exercise so much control during the day that nights leading up to the full moon, or on the night of, are relentless. Also likes doin’ the dirty in the kitchen (i also see boiling soup and an apron if those have any significance)

grumpy in the morning hahaha. grumpy when you order them to do anything for you, but they’ll do it anyway

When they love, they LOVE. Extremely big hearts and easily empathetic, but never/rarely shows it

for some reason, your fs has a solution or piece of advice for every problem in existence

strong or bold looking, big and broad, intimidating, or a very tall person. might have a resting bitch face

a very good listener

• full moons are equivalent to menstrual cycles where their senses are heightened by tenfold, sensitive to everything in their surroundings (ex: ears perk up to sounds as unnoticeable as leaves rustling…), more emotionally reactive, a ceaseless desire for sex everyday—which gets worse as the full moon approaches 🙈—hastier movements, increased moodiness and appetite, goes out hunting more often. 50/50 have a messier diet or a more strict one

• structured or routined day to day

• has probably talked/will probably talk about raising a family with you at least once, becoming more adamant about it over time

• can seem very insensitive or come off as an asshole at times

• EXTREMELY observant; almost nothing gets past their eyes. It’s almost like an intense OCD thing. Pretty sure a lot of FS in this pile are control freaks or have very specific triggers

• can smell when you’re aroused. if you deal with periods, they know exactly what phase you’re in and keep track of monthly cycles. this is also how they can keep an eye on your fertility and “breedability” levels. likely to show clinginess during these times and try to make moves on you. (it’s a manipulation tactic, don’t fall for it!! 😳)

•^^when you get aroused, they get aroused. they’ll decide to make a move depending on the circumstances

• they have good control and discipline over themselves in general. But they’re still prone to control issues, esp over other people, or obsessiveness

Definitely an overthinker. They don’t like to be vulnerable emotionally. It’s very hard to get close to this person, and even harder to open up

doesn’t care about your “flaws” and doesn’t notice until you point them out; will be genuinely surprised to hear you have insecurities, bc to your fs, there’s no such thing. they don’t understand how you could feel that way about yourself or certain things about yourself

In some kind of leadership role (in work, relationship, or the home) or in a high enough position to give and support. Dominant in the sheets—stubbornly prefers to be

Loves to travel or would travel more if they could

Extremely adaptable and an all rounder; does well under pressure and in uncomfortable situations/environments

Likes bantering and stirring things up on purpose sometimes. Sometimes they’re feelin kinda bratty and will instigate. They fight just to fight. They’re usually quiet, reserved, or introverted

• deep down they know this and they’d even admit it to you if you asked, but they’d be totally onboard with you never going outside again and just staying in the house (it’s a possessive wolf thing maybe)

• you might not know at first, and they might not show it evidently, but they love sad karaoke songs or sad songs overall

Primary love language: Acts of service, physical touch, quality time, and gift giving

• *sniffs you with suspicion* “…that’s not my scent…”

• standing watch over you when you use a knife to cut vegetables — says, “are you sure you don’t need my help?” at least 5x in 2 mins, and still doesn’t leave after that

• stare wars with birds on a pole bc they felt offended by the birds staring first

• randomly, abrupt howling on some nights

“You take what I give you”

Acts as your personal bodyguard- will actually fight anyone for you

• loves to smell around your neck area- that shit kinda tickles tho

• (if your werewolf is male): “change out. that’s too revealing. you know men are dogs.” (lmfaooo? says who, the werewolf??)

• scolds you like a damn parent because you went outside at night for a few minutes to get some fresh air

• massages your thighs and feet

• physical contact is a must for them when watching movies with you

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Pile 2 | The Vampire

• “I ‘vant tu zuck yur blud.”

• a bit of a vanity monster (as most vampires are.) they like the way they look, and also care about how they present themselves to other people and most importantly, looking hot as hell in front of you, maybe too much at times. but from your pov, they really don’t have to try. they’re just naturally…wow. Breathtaking. HOWEVER!!! They use it to their advantage.

• Actual sass-squashes. They’re sassy and for no reason, but you can’t take them seriously when they are 😂😂

• intentionally AND unintentionally funny. like those characters on Disney channel shows that are like “oh yeah? try me” and then some bigger, buffer person comes in and they flinch a little. if you squint, you’ll catch a gulp in there too. it’s funny. endearing even. but they gotta own up to their mistakes and tone down on overcompensating. If there’s one thing they do, it’s to make up for what they don’t have.

• L-O-Y-A-L….by the time they get with you, at least. they might’ve had an…interesting reputation in the past. they might seem selfish bc of it—which is partially true. they can charm people to get what they want. They might/might have had a history of partying, hella socializing, hanging out w/ friends whenever they could (haha get it? hanging out? yk…vampire stuff…)

A total charmer and a flirt. They like to bicker and tease you; playful,, sometimes it’s cute…others, kinda annoying

• if you talk to this person seriously and in a calm and diplomatic manner, they’ll get a little defensive, yes, but A LOT less so than if you were yelling and screaming at them outright. if you both just sit down on the edge of the bed, tilt your head to a 45 degree angle and show your concerns, they’ll reflect and maybe deflect here and there, but they’ll think about it throughout the day.

• I think this person goes through varying phases of heat. (Prob not even the right word here but-) By that I mean, sometimes they wanna get down and dirty for 30 hours straight or just session after session after session nonstop—OR they take what they need and leave for a couple hours, come back again, take, and leave. This is odd at first, but it just comes with the moodiness they inherently have, possibly sticking to them from the past life. They might have suffered with commitment issues, and I don’t mean them per se, but the people around them that didn’t know how to love: family, friends, anyone that was close and left abruptly or never showed love. (Made me a lil sad there...)

• Love is complicated. They didn’t believe in it before and was confident they wouldn’t ever. But when you ask them “What do vampires think about love? Are you allowed to love?”, they turn their heads, take a moment to skim over your face in silence. Love…is what I’m feeling with you. They want to admit this, but vampires can’t feel. Would you even believe them? They don’t even know what love is. They don’t even feel heartbeats anymore, but for some reason, when you look into their eyes like that, there’s a different kind of pulsing. A surge of desire that courses through them, screaming at them to keep you forever. They can’t ever let you go now.

•^ This leads us to possessiveness. They are…*phew* VERY possessive and very dramatic/petty/easily sulky about it. You’ll lose your mind over it. If you do something as simple as shopping, they will follow. Too insistent and stubborn not to. What if you encounter another vampire living among the humans during the day, and suddenly, said vampire wants you too? Sure, they get burnt with a bit of sun, so what? They’d evolved enough to wear a million layers of sunscreen and a million layers of clothing over that, all dressed up like a moving heap of clothes. They care about how others might see them like this, of course, but in moments like these, they don’t care when you’re on the line.

• they’ve never really had their emotions looked at carefully or taken care of. It’s always just been brushed off, not only by themselves but by others as well. I personally wouldn’t doubt if they claimed to never have had real friends or friends that cared about the inside substance rather than the outer. Your fs just seems like they’re trying to fit in, be accepted and validated. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance, but as you gradually get to know them, you’ll find that their heart is barely being held together by makeshift glue.

Very in tune with their inner divine feminine energy,, not afraid to tap into it and explore that side more

Not that emotionally developed but has major potential to with the right teacher

Nurturing and caring, but might be materialistic or putting too much importance on the material/physical pleasures. Truly lives for the fun of it

Works hard, plays hard—and will shamelessly chase you

Knows exactly what to say and do that will rile you up. Knows all of your weak spots physically

Down to try anything and everything with you, no complaints

Sensual and passionate personality and in the sheets

Super open minded and curious, easygoing and has no expectations. Makes a lot of jokes too.

Daring, optimistic, brave and believes in no limits (but bc of this, they can be seen as naive or have an innocent nature inside.) Gets in half-fights/arguments w/ people for fun

A total switch in bed; can and literally will do/try anything

Now, dare I say…the FS for this pile have the best rizz and sex game

Some fs in here can get too naggy

They have a great fashion sense or an overwhelming appreciation for fashion, beauty, or aesthetics, and is more than willing to be involved in your fashion styles

Red flag moment: solves problems in your relationship w/ sex so that yall will just forget it and move on

In hindsight, this FS is so flamboyant or charming that you could get lost in what they’re trying to express. They’ve got very fiery energy (betting rn that they have extremely prominent fire sign placements).

P.S. yeah after writing this out and reviewing the format, seeing all the back and forth…pile 2 FS def has a perfection mask thing going on. They wanna make themselves appealing in one way or another, or the consequences will just break them into pieces. The last thing that they want is to be alone.

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Pile 3 | The Fairy

Alas, we’ve gotten to arguably the most healthy future spouse here out of the 3 😅 (and the most intuitive)

Introspective as hell and wise. Helps you with really anything

They’re ok w/ being alone; most introverted of the piles

Positive, hopeful, and optimistic when it comes to others. More pessimistic when it comes to themselves.

Balanced and a good mentor; suuuper patient (a lot of times to a fault)

Learns from their losses and mistakes and becomes a better person, improving almost immediately

Mediator type of person, but will defend you against others in argument—which they’ll win btw

They don’t like seeking help from others—if anything, your FS is usually the helper—even when they can ask for help right in front of them- even if it’s recommended to get help, they still won’t do it

Hella infj vibes tho (if you’re into mbti)

Every show of love is their love language. Bonus points if they wear matching clothes or secretly write poems to you that they’ll never tell you about

This future spouse group has the cheesiest and the sweetest person

Your person can lead a life more flexible financially than the other 2 piles

Also an all rounder! But thinks that they aren’t perfect when they literally are; struggles with their own low self-esteem so they try to build other people up

Putting others before themselves is second nature- they ALWAYS prioritize you or others; extremely selfless

^^Now, each fairy got a different role and purpose. The reasoning for your fs being overly selfless and self-sacrificial varies. The easy answer? Insecurity. Second? Obligation or a sense of duty. The list goes on…

They’ve got that Triple A Threat: Amazing Ass Adaptability. Your person has been thru quite a bit, hell and back. Sometimes, life just likes to mess with them for no apparent reason 🤷🏻‍♀️)

They’re always ready to face challenges; Incredibly strong person. They’ll be with you thru thick and thin!!

Strong sense of justice and equality. OH- and also they like traveling or would like to travel more!

A literal inspiration and hope (yes, with sparkles on top.) Not only do they inspire others, but your person—no matter how rock bottom you get—will never leave you.

gets jealous and easily possessive but doesn't wanna show it (shit's still pretty obvious tho)

The type that babbles their heart out when they get comfy with you. They don’t get like this with just anyone

Likely likes museums and art. Things that the media typically deems boring, weird, or unconventional your FS will prob find interesting. They like to look into deeper meanings and interpretations.

In bed, they’re pretty vanilla and soft. But are open to exploring things that aren’t too wild (like our vampire up above)

(Take this bit very lightly: I see that this person has grown up or has been around “broken” people their entire life, so they feel they need to take responsibility on behalf of those people. They might be some kind of counselor, mentor, or therapist. They’re prone to blaming themselves if situations take a bad turn or go unplanned. I’m also hinting here that some of your FS might have a savior complex, and not on purpose. They might always take some kind of leadership role or something directly beneficial to people- nurses, camp leaders, etc…)

They will take all of the burden so that you don’t have to

If your FS had any weirdo or pervy habits, it’d probably be compulsively stealing your panties or building a shrine with locks of your hair on it 😵‍💫 (which hopefully I hope doesn’t happen. I heard in some fairy folklore, they steal babies, like flying away with the newborn-in-a-basket typa thing- and for no reason too! Don’t let them steal yo babies now!!)

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**Ending Teddy note:

As always, thank you so very much for tuning in with us! I hope you have a spooktacular Scorpio season as we are soon heading into it (depending on when you’re reading this), but really you can read this at any time. Rmr to take everything with a grain of salt! Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. Stay safe out there and rock on people 🤩🤩 Feedback is very much appreciated in any form as it’d help me grow as a reader :)

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Step on Me | Criminal Minds

.・゜✭・. Spencer Reid x F!Reader .・゜✭・.

Summary: You want more, he doesn’t. So you pretend to be okay with it because it’s easier than not having him at all.

A/N: In honor of Matthew’s birthday, here’s a short fic. I hope reading it hurts just as much as it did for me to write it:) lmk your thotsss<3 xoxo

BYR(b4 u Reid): asshole Spencer :0, suggestive, and I guess kind of smut but likeee not really? | situationship </3 <-[warning]

You knew what a late-night message from Spencer Reid meant. What he wanted. What he would leave with.

And yet.

You still stood in front of the mirror, smoothing your hair, touching up your makeup, slipping into something that you knew he’d like.

You were never the girl to dress for someone else, you never cared to impress. Never felt the need.

Spencer had changed that, he got under your skin, made you think too much, made you second-guess yourself in ways you never had before.

Maybe he had no idea, or you just hoped he didn’t.

The sound of three soft knocks sent your heart racing, but you hesitated before opening the door, pretending not to care as much as you did.

who were you kidding? Spencer had you wrapped around his finger.

He knew it too.

“Hi.” You smiled as you pulled open the door.

He stood there, tall, exhausted, his hair messier than usual. Dark circles under his eyes, the weight of whatever case he’d just walked away from still clinging to him.

It must have been a bad one, bad enough for him to end up here.

“Hey.” He said, his voice rough. You stepped aside, letting him in, shutting the door softly behind him.

“I was thinking,” you started, trailing behind him, “There’s this movie I’ve been wanting to watch, it’s from the 50s, and I figured you’d love-”

“I’m tired.” He cut you off, not unkindly, just final “I think I’d rather us lay down.”

You nodded quickly, forcing a small smile. “No of course. I understand.” You say

You were fine with anything Spencer wanted to do, you just wanted time with him. Any time you could get was alright with you.

You walked closer to him, your hands finding his shoulders, fingertips pressing into the tension that always seemed to live there. He exhaled, his body melting slightly under your touch.

You loved when you were able to do little things for him, it made your relationship seem real.

Even if it wasn't.

His eyes fluttered shut, a quiet groan slipping from his lips. “Tell me something I don't know.” you murmured wanting to hear his voice.

You loved his voice.

His eyes opened, just barely, before closing again. He shook his head. “I just want some quiet for right now, please?”

You swallowed the disappointment. There was a time when he’d fill the silence with endless facts, when his voice would trip over itself in excitement to share something new with you.

Now those days have faded, he only did it as a way to thank you for the night you had given him, or to keep you exactly where you were.

And of course, you fell for it everytime.

Your hands slipped from his shoulders, trailing down his chest before you turned toward your room. He followed, close enough that when you had stopped you could feel his breath on your neck, warm and steady.

You turned toward him, his hands settled on your waist, firm and familiar, while yours found his tie, slowly undoing it.

“So many people get to see you in these professional clothes.” You murmured, your fingers gracing the soft fabric. “And I only get to see them for ten minutes, tops.”

He smirked, a flicker of something other than exhaustion in his expression. “You should be happy.” He teased “No one else gets to see under.”

You smiled, not because it was probably true, but because it was the first real emotion he’d given you all night. Something lighter than the weight he always carried.

His tie slipped from your hands, falling to the floor as you started on the buttons of his shirt. “I hope you’re not lying.”

“I don’t lie.”

“Good.” You whispered, sliding his blue flannel off his shoulders, revealing the body you knew too well. “Because I trust you.”

Spencer’s hands moved lower, down your waist, then underneath your legs as he lifted you with ease. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, and he carried you toward the bed, lowering you onto the mattress as he hovered above you.

His hands wandered, gliding up your body, slipping beneath your shirt. When his fingers traced just beneath your breast, a quiet, satisfied sigh left your lips.

You parted your legs slightly, inviting him closer, and his gaze darkened, heavy with something unspoken.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice low

Your eyes met his. There was so much you could say, so much you wanted. You wanted him in every way possible, to know him beyond these nights, beyond the fleeting moments he allowed you to have.

But tonight, all you would get was his body.

“I want you.” You breathed

He nodded, clearly pleased with that answer. Standing up, he unbuckled his belt, the veins in his hands more prominent now, his movements deliberate.

And just like every time before, you let yourself pretend that this was enough.

ʚɞ

Spencer collapsed beside you, both of you still catching your breath, the room settling into a quiet stillness. You turned your head, watching him in the dim light, his hair a mess, his skin damp, his chest rising and falling steadily. Even like this, exhausted, he was still beautiful.

His eyes flickered to yours. “What?” He asked, his voice low and wary.

“Just looking.”

His expression softened, and without a word, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. His lips brushed against your skin, small, lingering kisses, unspoken thank you’s for what had just happened between you. It was sweet and familiar.

But that didn’t stop the hollow feeling creeping in.

“You know.” He said, his voice quieter now “My night would’ve been hell if I didn’t have you.”

You swallowed, forcing a small nod. “Right.”

His brows pulled together slightly at your tone. “What’s wrong?” He asked, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Nothing.” You lied.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, the momentary tenderness fading. “I just got off the clock.” He muttered. “I don’t want to figure you out right now.”

You nodded quickly, looking away. “I’m sorry.”

His expression shifted, regret flashing across his face as he exhaled sharply. “No, I’m sorry.” He said, quieter this time “That was… harsh.” He hesitated, then shook his head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You studied him for a moment, before finally admitting. “I just… I don’t want us to only be this Spence.”

His jaw tightened, his teeth sinking into the side of his cheek.

“you know, studies is psychology suggests that some people have innate tendency to avoid emotional attachment due to something called attachment theory. It’s often linked to early childhood experiences. People who develop an avoidant attachment style tend to suppress their emotional needs and, as a result, struggle with forming deep, lasting relationships. In fact, research indicates that individuals with high levels of avoidance are more likely to engage in surface-level intimacy while maintaining emotional distance. It’s not necessary intentional, just… a learned survival mechanism.”

He paused, his gaze landing on you for a moment “People like that don’t always mean to keep others at arms length. Sometimes, they just don’t know how to do anything else.”

You stared at him, expression blank, even as the hurt settled deep in your chest. You didn’t want him to see it.

So instead, you just sighed, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady against your ear, a quiet rhythm that should have been comforting.

“Tell me more.” You lowly said

And you let him talk. Because it was easier than asking for something he wouldn’t give. . .

Hope you guys enjoyed this, also why is Matthew only getting finer as he ages?? 25 yr age gap is nothing.

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The breaking point

professor!joel miller x college student!fem reader| MASTERLIST

This is part 4! so if u wanna read the previous ones, you can find them in my masterlist (above pictures)

Warnings: smut! minors DNI age gap(joel is 40-50s and reader is in her 20s), power imbalance (professor x student), cheating, p in v (wrap it up), secret relationship, getting caught, mentions of jesse , angst towards the end , yelling , joel is possesive as hell , creampie ,voyeurism (?) lmk if i forgot something! wc:2.8k

Summary: Joel overheard your convo about jesse with a friend of yours and decides to show you that you're his only.

A/n: I was originally going to do a completly angst fic but this idea suddenly popped in my head and it was too good to not write so enjoy :))

It had been a few weeks again since that night at the restaurant—the night you saw Joel Miller with his wife. The memory of it still lingered in your mind, a bittersweet mix of longing and guilt. You had told yourself you didn’t care, that you could handle the secrecy, but the truth was, it was eating away at you. Seeing her there, sitting across from him, laughing at something he said, had stirred something ugly inside you. You hated how much it bothered you, how much it made you question everything. But despite the turmoil, you couldn’t stay away from him. Joel had a way of pulling you back in, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

And then there was Jesse. Sweet, uncomplicated Jesse. You had gone on a few dates with him after that night at the restaurant, and things had escalated quickly. He was easy to be around, fun, and charming in a way that made you forget about the messier parts of your life. But even with Jesse, you couldn’t fully let go of Joel. You told yourself it was just physical, that you could keep the two worlds separate. But lately, it felt like everything was spiraling out of control.

The last time you hooked up with Jesse, something had gone wrong. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, but in the heat of the moment, your mind had wandered. You were thinking about Joel—his hands, his voice, the way he looked at you when no one else was around. And before you could stop yourself, you’d said his name. Jesse had frozen, pulling away from you with a look of confusion and hurt. You’d tried to backtrack, to explain it away as a slip of the tongue, but the damage was done. He hadn’t said much after that, just got dressed and left without another word.

Now, as you walked down the hallway with your best friend, you couldn’t shake the tension that had been building between you and Jesse. He passed by you, and your friend called out to him, her voice echoing in the crowded corridor. “Hey, Jesse!” she yelled, waving him down. He turned, his eyes flicking to you for a brief moment before he scoffed and rolled his eyes, walking away without a word.

Your friend frowned, glancing at you. “What’s his problem?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your expression neutral. But your friend knew you too well. She could always tell when something was off. “What did you do?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing as she studied your face.

You sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it from her. “I, uh… I said the wrong name during sex with him,” you admitted, your voice low.

Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “What? Whose name did you say?” she asked, her tone a mix of shock and amusement.

You hesitated, trying to come up with a believable excuse. She didn’t know about Joel—no one did—and you weren’t about to tell her the truth. “My mind just… wandered,” you said, shrugging. “I was thinking about today’s class, and then I guess I thought about the professor, and… yeah.”

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “You accidentally moaned your professor’s name? The one we’re gonna see right now? That’s hilarious!” she said between laughs.

You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to brush it off. “I said sorry, though. Clearly, he hasn’t forgiven me,” you replied, though the guilt was gnawing at you.

What you didn’t realize was that Joel had been walking behind you the entire time, close enough to overhear the conversation. He had been on his way to the same class, and when he heard your friend’s laughter and your explanation, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. The idea that you’d said his name while with someone else stirred something possessive in him, a feeling he hadn’t expected. He slowed his pace, letting you and your friend get further ahead, but his mind was already racing.

When you walked into the classroom, you took your usual seat, trying to ignore the way Jesse avoided looking at you. Joel entered a few moments later, his presence commanding the room as always. He set his things down on the desk and glanced around the room, his eyes lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary. You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze, and you quickly looked away, focusing on your notebook.

The buzz of your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you out of your daydream. You discreetly glanced at the screen under your desk, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Joel’s name. The text was short and to the point: “Come to my office after class. We need to talk.” Your stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been a while since you’d been alone with him, and the thought of seeing him again sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but smile, though you quickly schooled your expression, not wanting your friends to notice.

The rest of the class dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Your mind raced with possibilities. What did he want to talk about? Was it about your recent assignments, or was it something more personal? You couldn’t shake the memory of the last time you were in his office—the way his hands had roamed over your body, the way his voice had dropped to that low, commanding tone that made your knees weak. You were desperate to forget about the whole mess with Jesse, and the idea of losing yourself in Joel again was too tempting to resist.

When class was over, you quickly packed up your things, your heart pounding in anticipation. Your friends were chatting about grabbing lunch, but you needed an excuse to slip away. “Hey, I think I need to ask Professor Miller for some help with the assignment,” you said, trying to sound casual. “You guys go ahead without me. I’ll catch up later.”

They nodded, not suspecting a thing, and you watched as they walked off, their laughter fading down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to Joel’s office, your heels clicking against the polished floor. The door was slightly open, and you pushed it, stepping inside.

Joel was seated behind his desk, his broad shoulders framed by the large leather chair. He looked up as you entered, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. “Close the door,” he said, his voice calm but firm. You obeyed, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. He turned back to his computer, his fingers typing something on the keyboard. The room was filled with the faint hum of the machine and the sound of your own heartbeat.

You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, until he gestured for you to come closer. “Sit,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. But then he patted his lap, and your breath hitched. A rush of heat spread through your body as you realized what he meant. You hesitated for only a second before stepping around the desk and lowering yourself onto his lap, your skirt riding up slightly as you settled against him.

The moment you sat down, you felt it—the hard bulge pressing against your thigh, unmistakable even through the fabric of his slacks. Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you turned your head to look at him, your lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. He responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You seem… excited about something, Professor,” you murmured, your voice low and playful. His response was a low hum, his lips trailing down to your neck as his hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers deftly finding their way to your breast. He massaged you through the fabric of your bra, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself growing wet, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he continued to tease you.

“Hmm, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his voice rough with desire. “Come sit on my cock.” His words sent a thrill through you, and you didn’t need to be told twice. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard length, and you quickly slipped off your panties, leaving your skirt on as you positioned yourself over him. The moment you sank down onto him, a moan escaped your lips. He was big, stretching you in the most delicious way, and you couldn’t help but rock your hips slightly, savoring the feeling.

But then his words caught you off guard. “I heard you’ve been hooking up with that Jesse kid,” he said, his voice casual but with an edge that made your stomach drop. You gasped, your body freezing for a moment as he sucked a dark mark into your neck. “What?” you managed to choke out, your mind racing. How did he know about Jesse?

He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. “Don’t play dumb, babygirl. I heard you and your friend in the hallway this morning.” His hand tightened on your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “The thought of you moaning my name while you’re with someone else… it made me so hard, fuck.” His words were like a punch to the gut, but they also sent a thrill through you. He was jealous, and the realization only turned you on more.

“You know I’m the only man who can fuck you properly,” he growled, his hips thrusting up into you, making your mouth fall open in a silent cry. You wanted to say something, to defend yourself, but the words caught in your throat as he started moving inside you, his pace hard and fast. You were a moaning, crying mess, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support as he pounded into you.

“Does he get to fuck you raw like I do, babygirl?” he asked, his voice rough and demanding. You shook your head, unable to form coherent words, but he wasn’t satisfied. “Words, babygirl,” he commanded, his hand moving to pinch your nipple again, making you cry out.

“N-no,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “We wear a condom… Daddy, you’re the only man’s seed I want. This pussy belongs to you only.” The words spilled out of you, and he laughed, the sound dark and satisfied.

“There we go, babygirl,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “You’re so good to me.” He continued to fuck you, his pace relentless, and you were lost in the sensation, your body responding to every thrust. But then, a knock on the door shattered the moment.

You froze, your eyes widening in panic, but Joel didn’t stop. “Come in,” he called out, his voice calm and composed, as if nothing was happening. The door opened, and your heart stopped when you saw Jesse standing there, his face pale as he took in the scene before him.

You wanted to die of embarrassment, but Joel didn’t seem to care. He kept fucking you, his hand moving to rub your clit, making your walls tighten around him. “Fuck, she likes an audience,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he looked at Jesse, who was still frozen in the doorway.

“I emailed Jesse to come to my office,” Joel explained, his tone casual, as if this were a perfectly normal situation. “I wanted to show him how to fuck you properly while you were sitting on my cock just now.” The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. Joel’s possessiveness was overwhelming, but it also turned you on in a way you couldn’t explain.

You looked into Jesse’s eyes, your face burning with shame, but you couldn’t stop yourself from bouncing on Joel’s cock even faster, the pleasure too intense to ignore. Joel’s hand on your clit pushed you over the edge, and you came with a cry, your body trembling as he continued to thrust into you. Jesse finally turned and left, the door closing softly behind him, and Joel’s seed spilled inside you, marking you as his once again.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. The air, once charged with desire, now felt thick with guilt and dread. You stared at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as the weight of what had just happened crashed down on you like a tidal wave.

"FUCKING HELL, JOEL! ARE YOU CRAZY?" you screamed, your voice trembling with a mix of anger, fear, and disbelief. The sound of your own voice startled you, echoing off the walls of his dimly lit office.

Joel froze, his face pale as the reality of the situation hit him like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a man who had just realized he’d stepped off a cliff. His hands, which had been gripping your hips moments ago, now hung limply at his sides. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The confident, commanding man who had been whispering filthy promises into your ear just minutes ago was gone, replaced by someone who looked utterly lost.

You scrambled off his lap, your legs shaky and unsteady, and grabbed your discarded panties from the floor. Your hands trembled as you pulled them on, the fabric feeling foreign against your skin. You didn’t dare look at him—couldn’t look at him. The heat of the moment had blinded you both, but now the cold, harsh light of reality was impossible to ignore.

Joel was your professor. He was married. And Jesse—oh God, Jesse—had seen everything. The thought made your stomach churn. You had been so careful, so meticulous in keeping your affair hidden. Months of stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and whispered promises had all been destroyed in one reckless moment.

Without a word, you bolted for the door, your heart pounding in your chest. Your legs felt like jelly, and you nearly tripped as you rushed down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. You had to find Jesse. You had to explain, to beg, to do something—anything—to fix this. But deep down, you knew it was too late. The damage was done.

Back in the office, Joel sat in stunned silence, his mind racing. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his breathing still uneven. The gravity of his actions was sinking in, and it felt like a vice tightening around his chest. He had crossed a line—no, he had obliterated it. He had risked everything: his career, his marriage, his reputation. And for what? A moment of reckless passion?

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. The image of Jesse’s shocked face flashed in his mind, and he felt a wave of nausea. He had always told himself that he could control this—that he could keep his personal life separate from his professional one. But now, the walls he had built were crumbling, and there was no going back.

Joel knew he had to take action. He couldn’t keep living like this, torn between his responsibilities and his desires. It wasn’t fair to anyone—not to his wife, not to you, and certainly not to himself. He had to end this, no matter how much it hurt. But even as he made the decision, a part of him wondered if he had the strength to follow through.

Meanwhile, you caught up to Jesse at the end of the hallway. He was pacing back and forth, his face a mask of anger and confusion. When he saw you, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes blazing.

"Jesse, please, let me explain," you pleaded, your voice breaking. But the words felt hollow, even to you. What could you possibly say to make this right?

Jesse shook his head, his jaw clenched. "Explain? What the hell is there to explain? I saw everything. Everything. Do you have any idea how messed up this is?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. He was right. There was no explanation, no justification. You had let yourself get caught up in something you knew was wrong, and now you were paying the price.

As you stood there, the weight of your choices pressing down on you, you couldn’t help but wonder how things had gotten so out of control. And more importantly, how you were going to pick up the pieces.

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https://www.tumblr.com/27spoons/773801512373780480/what-if-i-said-i-wanted-nat-to-ride-my-strap-while?source=share

Now think about this scenario being high with her😭😭😭 it would be 100x messier, lazier and definitely more intense :( she would be such a whiny, needy mess, babbling about how good it feels and how much she loves you so much<3 Nat who LOVES being complimented and completely melts when you call her a good girl, especially if you do it in that sickeningly sweet voice while you grab her hips to help her keep the rhythm while riding your strap-on and at this point she's not even riding anymore, it's more like she's just grinding herself on your lap and delighting in the way the silicone tip rubs sooo good against her g-spot.

Nat would cum and make a complete mess and would probably fall asleep so quickly afterwards, all curled up and cuddly next to you in bed

I'm sorry I might have gotten a little carried away ;) but I totally understand you and I think about this more often than I should

u did NOT get carried away PLEASEE send me more thoughts like this... me personally when i smoke weed there's a 50/50 chance i end up horny bc of it... so..........

anyways have some writing bc i like this thought very much

but also... i got carried away with this. i was just gonna do headcanons or something butttttttttttttttttttttttt we love smut in this blog

High | Natalie Scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio/gn(afab)!reader

wc: 1420

warnings: porn/what plot, smut (afab!reader), intoxication (marijuana), strap-on referred to as "dick" and "cock", not proofread we die like jackie

"You always look good when you wear that, y'know?" Natalie grins at you, watching your form lay flat on the bed, "Sexy." She giggles to herself, grabbing the joint straight from your lips and placing it between her own, taking a long pull. "And the weed definitely helps." She moves to climb onto the bed, resting one hand on your sternum while she holds the joint in her other. "Open your mouth."

Nat places the joint back between her lips, taking another pull before leaning down and pressing her lips to yours, gently exhaling the smoke into your mouth for the… well, you aren't sure how many times it's happened tonight, but it's happened a lot.

You breathe the smoke back out when she pulls back, and then her lips are on yours, and the joint is discarded. You aren't quite sure what happened to it, but you really don't care. You can always buy new bedsheets if a hole is burnt into them.

Nat's hand slides up from your sternum to gently cup the side of your throat, her hips pressing down slowly against your stomach, almost instinctively. You can feel her warmth, her heat, slowing grinding against you.

When her lips trail down from your mouth to your jaw—then neck, where she bites down on the flesh of your throat more than a few times—your hands rest on her hips and push them back until her bare pussy comes into contact with the piece of silicone rested against your stomach. 

"Mm," Nat hums against the side of your throat, "not even gonna warm me up first?" 

You scoff, one hand moving to grip her thigh, relishing in the feeling of the soft flesh underneath your palm. "We've been smoking all day. You always get so unbelievably wet when you're stoned. I don't even know if we'll need lube."

"Oh, we probably won't." She grins, one of her hands sliding between you, hands wrapping around the shaft of the purple dildo. "But I know you like it when it's extra messy." The breathless giggle that escapes her is downright sinful, and you watch with rapt attention as she rubs the tip through her slick folds. 

You curse under your breath as you watch the wetness begin to collect on the silicone cock, and you swear the way she lines it up with her pussy and slowly teases her entrance with the tip might be one of your favourite sights of all time.

Despite the fact you can't break your eyes from it, you make no move to force her down, letting her explore her own wetness. So, you run your hands up her body, almost in a worshipful manner. You tell her this often, and she calls you stupid every time, but you say it again, "You-you're-you—" You have to take a breath and steady your breathing, already getting worked up just from the imagery you're being provided with. "You-you're—" You force a breath, heart racing as you try to find the words. "Fuck. You're so fucking beautiful."

Nat lets out a low, warm laugh at that, "You're so dumb." But the way her skin flushes at the comment shows you the truth behind her words. 

The blonde moves one of her hands back to rest on your chest, leaning over you slightly as you watch the tip slowly push into her, adjusting around the girth of the strap-on. "Oh, holy fuck." You whisper as your jaw falls slack in pure, unbridled lust. "Holy fuck." You're not very vocal; you never have been, but when it comes to watching Nat slide down on your dick? It's a little hard not to be more than appreciative. 

"Y-yeah?" She lets out a breathy laugh, hips coming to rest fully against yours as the entire length of the toy bottoms out inside of her dripping pussy. "Like the view?"

"You know I do." A hand runs up to cup her chest through that red bra you love so much, thumb running across a hardened nipple through the fabric. "Always look like such a good girl when you take me so well."

The comment causes Nat to twitch her hips unconsciously, her clit grinding deliciously against your pelvis. "Yeah, you like it when I call you a good girl, don't you?" You mumble out, hands on her hips as you start to move them on her behalf, "Well, I like seeing my good girl ride my cock." 

"Oh, fuck yes," Nat murmurs back to you, her eyes falling shut as she slowly begins to move herself up and down the length. 

Now, Nat has never been loud either, but, when she's high? That's a completely different story. Low, breathless sounds spill from her mouth with every undulation of her hips. 

You can't help yourself when you reach onto the nightstand with your free hand, grabbing another joint and placing it between her lips, "The weed's good." A flame sparks to life on the lighter you hold to the tip of the perfectly rolled joint, and Nat takes a few long, slow puffs as she rides you.

"It is good." Nat offers on the exhale of the smoke, taking another long drag before shotgunning the smoke with you once, twice, and a third time before discarding the joint into the empty water bottle that rests on your nightstand. "But this is better."

The weed makes its way to Nat's head, the extra buzz doing wonders on how the strap—you—feel inside of her. These low, breathless moans spill from her mouth as she leans forward, pressing her chest against yours as she continues to rock her hips, urgency slowly increasing with every movement.

When her breathing starts fading into small whimpers, you bend your legs at the knee and press your feet flat on the bed, thrusting up into her.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl." You murmur into her ear, "Always taking my cock so fucking well. Riding me like you need it." You slap her thigh with one hand as you continue to fuck her. "So fucking sexy." A far cry from the flustered stuttering at the beginning, "And the sounds you make? Fuck, baby."

Nat whimpers again, babbling something about how good you feel, her hands pressed into the mattress beside your head, not even bothering to do anything more than grind pathetically down onto your lap, the tip of the toy brushing just perfectly against her g-spot with every roll of her hips.

She's practically drooling against your shoulder at this rate; whimpers and moans are breathed into your skin, every perfect movement causing her pussy to pulse around the silicone in an attempt to draw you in deeper still.

You wrap your arms around her to aid in the effort of holding her where you need her to be to keep hitting that spot that has her seeing white behind her eyelids. 

Her sounds slowly shift into breathless grunts as she gets closer and closer to falling over that edge, but it's not until you whisper, "Such a good girl" into her ear that the dam breaks, and with a strangled, broken cry, she clenches down around your cock and comes.

The movements she makes as you help her ride the waves of her orgasm are lazy and unhurried, but clearly still chasing that pleasure that had her seeing stars and thinking of nothing but you.

Eventually, her movements cease, and it's with a small, displeased whimper that she removes herself from your length and lays down beside you, immediately curling into your chest and seeking the comfort only you seem to provide.

"We should clean up, you know." But you wrap an arm around her shoulders anyway, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Gonna be all sticky if we sleep like this."

Nat hums to herself and rests a hand on your hip as her eyes fall shut, "We can wash up later."

"You're gonna be the one bitching about it, you know."

"Mhm." She makes no move to leave her position on your chest, "And you'll deal with it anyways." She slings a leg over yours, clinging you to a koala would a tree. "Always do."

You roll your eyes but don't dispute the claim, "Whatever. You get clingy when you're high."

"Mhm." Is the last thing she offers before falling asleep, and drool begins to pool almost immediately as she does.

She always did look cute in her sleep.

a/n: i was held at gunpoint to tag @cassioo in this btw AND i got carried away w the word count.

[quartzteph]

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TGS!!!!!

I've had this design for a recombined Jekyll rolling around in my head for months now, so I finally took the time to draw him. For the sake of clarity I'll refer to him as Re!Jekyll (short for Recombined Jekyll) (also the prefix "re-" feels kinda fitting for him, since he is whole once again). I have many ideas/headcanons for him, but I'll put all that under the cut :)

As for the drawing itself, I tried to mimic the look of the comic for the most part. (Note: Many of the colors used here were colorpicked from the comic to ensure accuracy.) I wanted him to look less like a 50/50 mix of Jekyll and Hyde and more like a Hyde-ish Jekyll, so I opted to give him the same face and hairstyle as Jekyll, but with some Hyde-like qualities. Aside from the obvious blonde streak, his hair is fluffier, messier, and a bit longer. The hair tuft/sideburn things in front of his ears are based on a mix of the hair tufts that hang in front of Hyde’s ears and university Jekyll’s sideburns. While he mostly wears red, he likes to include a touch of green, as seen here in his cravat. Also he gets the dark eye circles, as a treat. (I just really like Hyde's dark eye circles and don't have enough self-restraint to not give them to Re!Jekyll.)

Bonus doodles cause i love my freak son:

Various headcanon ramblings about him (plus drawing process) under the cut:

When he's trying to look more respectable, he uses his now-longer bangs to hide his green eye. At first, he also attempts to make his hair look neater, but this is a near impossible task that he eventually gives up on. (He is doomed to live out the fuzzy-headed mad scientist stereotype.)

When people question his sudden change in appearance, he claims his blonde streak and green eye are the result of a chemical formula splashing him in the face (á la Two-Face). Yeah this sounds a little far-fetched, but he is charming enough to get away with it. (Besides, he knows way more about alchemy than they do, who are they to question it?)

This sudden merging of identities is initially super disorienting. It takes him a while to get used to it. (In the first few days, he keeps referring to himself with "we". He eventually breaks this habit tho.)

Has a bit of an identity crisis. (I'm specifically envisioning a scene of him staring at his wardrobe, mostly full of reds and greens, and getting stuck because he doesn't know what color to wear.)

Jekyll and Hyde were so used to having someone constantly there, listening to them and yapping in their ears (or in their heads, rather). Now, for Re!Jekyll, life feels so quiet. It's peaceful, but also a little lonely.

Has a bad habit of talking to himself aloud. When he's alone, he sometimes has whole conversations or debates with himself.

Struggles more with the mundane parts of his job due to having Hyde's impulsiveness and wanderlust. He occasionally has to take little breaks from all the paperwork when he becomes too restless.

He's still goopy. Moments of extreme emotion (stress, anger, excitement, etc.) can trigger the green goop. (Think that one scene in Ch. 14 when the priestess startles Hyde, causing goop to spew from his face.) I like to imagine the guilt of everything he's done hitting him and causing him to have a "that one scene in Howl's Moving Castle" moment.

In rare moments of severe inner turmoil or repression, he may even go into convulsions in addition to the goop, as if his body is trying to transform. (Feel free to disregard this one if you wish, this is 100% just me being super self-indulgent cause I love angst.)

Despite his many newfound struggles, he’s actually very happy! He now knows that Lanyon loves and accepts every part of him, and this helps him to better love and accept himself.

And now drawing process images! Shoutout to that one Re!Jekyll who is way too excited about something:

[pinkiestofpeaches]

no MOM this isn't to make up for the fact ao3 has no fics about these two being in love and kissing... Ahem!!

More sillies!! Featuring my ghost max design(inspo'd by Constelia)!! I haven't seen anyone (YET) explore Max showing more of his skeleton, so I wanted to see what that'd look like - additionally, Max having messier hair (other than being tussled during and after death) makes sense because hair and fingernails start to grow because the skin dries out during decomposition The hair also falls out after a few weeks but I'm not drawing half-bald max... I wanna believe max would wear leather jackets and dress like a greaser from the 50's - which is one more reason to draw him and grace as Danny and Sandy from Grease(1978) C:<

[apod]

2025 April 17

Virgo Cluster Galaxies Image Credit & Copyright: Daniel Adibi

Explanation: Galaxies of the Virgo Cluster are scattered across this nearly 4 degree wide telescopic field of view. About 50 million light-years distant, the Virgo Cluster is the closest large galaxy cluster to our own local galaxy group. Prominent here are Virgo's bright elliptical galaxies from the Messier catalog, M87 at bottom left, and M86 and M84 near center right. M86 and M84 are recognized as part of Markarian's Chain, the visually striking line-up of galaxies on the that runs through the upper portion of this frame. Near the middle of the chain lies an intriguing interacting pair of galaxies, NGC 4438 and NGC 4435, known to some as Markarian's Eyes. Still, giant elliptical galaxy M87 dominates the Virgo cluster. It's the home of a super massive black hole, the first black hole ever imaged by planet Earth's Event Horizon Telescope.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap250417.html

[bobbedazzled]

OFFICE HOURS

pairing: sylus x reader  word count: 2.4k content: fluff, establishing friendship, minor minor flirting/getting on sylus’ nerves a/n: hi hiii. an anon requested a story for each. This is 1/5. I’m almost done with the, zayne should be next. this is linked to another post, click here for the original

The cold air amplified the guilt heating your body. He kept his head down as his fingers whisked around his hair. You can’t help but play with your hands like a child overcome with guilt.

Midterms passed by without much thought. You spent the last two weeks cramming all the information you could gather the night before to empty your head onto the exam sheet. Could you call it your best? No. Is it over? Yes, and you’d rather not be reminded of it. You’re not doing bad in the class, but with the amount of questions that asked for formulas you simply forgot existed—you can’t help but dread your score. 

It came on a Saturday, of course. Two cups deep into whatever the concoction of the night was, you saw it. 

Grade Posted: EXAM I 0% view instructor’s comments

Everyone paused as we all got the same notification. 

All of us.

0%

The Instructor’s notes, as read by those brave enough to tap it:

[mandatory attendance for Monday’s class]

The party atmosphere quickly dissipates as we’re rudely reminded of our academic responsibilities. The worst part of college is having to be a student.

Walking into class was sobering. The professor was nowhere to be found but the school’s favorite Aide, Sylus, sat at the front of his desk, unamused and responding to greetings with disregard. Ah, he has to be a teacher today. 

Sylus did most of the teaching for this class, and with most of us fumbling midterms, he had to endure the consequences that followed. It’s not that we all failed, it’s the fact that no one did as well as expected. He didn’t say much but his disappointment was felt,  directing the class to sign up for a one-on-one to discuss scores. surprisingly, no one protested. You nabbed the earliest spot on the calendar. Dealing with the embarrassment of addressing your worst grade directly with the Aide is better than swallowing a zero.

── *⋆ ݁ ☕︎ ˖ ོ • ──

“As I said in class, I’ll be dropping this grade, I just want to know what happened.”

Your heart maintained a rhythm steady but loud. You were nervous.

“Can I be honest? Student to student?”

He looks up, hair messier than before. “Please do.”

“Well, I did well out of the first 50 questions..”

“Mhm, the multiple choice.”

“And the open response.” You clarify.

“Okay,” he nods his head as he followed your point. “And the last three pages?”

Although he’s not the professor of this class, the way he carried himself made it seem as though he had authority. The disappointment souring his gaze made your stomach sink each time you met his eyes. He tilts his head waiting for an answer, raising an eyebrow at your hesitation. You take a deep breath.

“I was not completing an equation that required a 12 part explanation. Let alone three.”

His eyes widened, failing his attempt to hold back a chuckle, The auditorium echoed his laughter. his voice rang in your ears, a heat crawling up your neck as you wait for him to come down from his amusement.

“It’s only midterms. Plus the syllabus says that this is the least of my worries as long as I keep up with my labs.”

“Yes, that’s true.” He slides the papers back to his side of the desk, “But, skipping 36 questions? Leaving forty percent of your exam blank? Very risky, sweetie.”

You feel it in your face, you’re r beet red at this point. That voice of his, how can he go from stern to a tease in one smooth breath? You look away from his gaze, feeling somewhat embarrassed by your boldness.

“I’ve been in my office all week. If there was something in the material that you didn’t understand, I was here at your disposal.”

He runs his fingers through the pages before breaking off the last three, tossing the quiz packet back to you. “Try it.”

“Huh?”

“Answer the questions and I’ll review your score.”

You think about it, a score better than your current would be nice, and you doubt he’d let you go if you refused.

The clock hand passes twelve by the time you finish. Doing this along with the 54 questions that came before, it’s not as if you would’ve finished in time anyway. Every pause, every point of confusion, it frustrated you further. You wanted to get this over with, but the looming gaze in front of you kept you in your obedience. You finally slide the packet his way, your hands finding each other as he reviews your work.

“So you’re lazy, not confused.” The papers swat his knee as he dropped them from his face. “You’d rather fail than take the time to finish three questions.”

You sigh, bracing yourself for another lecture. He leans in his chair, annoyed at your annoyance, his fingers squeeze the bridge of his nose.

“You know, being an aide isnt just for fun. It’s a leadership role I’m taking part of for my own endeavors. I’m a student too, yknow.”

you look up as he continues

“Leading a class on a subject that I hardly recall, relearning class material on top of my own courses..”

It’s easy to forget that he’s a student like you. You never put thought into the amount of effort goes unpaid, unnoticed. His frustration tugged at you, adding another plate of guilt to your shoulders.

“Did we do that bad?” 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” He glances up at you. “ I called everyone in to schedule me so I could figure out what went wrong.” He waives your packet in the air.

“It makes things harder when my most engaged student drops out sixty percent in.”

“I’m sorry.”

A smile curls his lips as he hums, acknowledging your apology. “From now on we’ll see each other weekly.”

What.

“Weekly?!”

“Just like a few other students.”

“But you just said I didn’t need the help.”

“Maybe not with the material, but you definitely need work on your motivation.” he glances at you, amused at your lack of enthusiasm.

“Oh come on, we’ll get along nicely.”

“Am I done here?” You say as you gather your things.

His smile follows you as you walk out of the room.

“It’ll be fun, student to student!”

It’s not like you dislike sylus. Like any other student you’d rather be done with the day the minute the last bell rings. Besides, in a way it felt as if he’d won. Like a siren sitting on a rock, beckoning sailor into the sea, you practically gave yourself to the sea in that act of laziness. Reckless, you’d scold yourself. But there’s pleasure in the fact that you’ve given yourself an excuse to indulge in your curiosity.

── *⋆ ݁ ☕︎ ˖ ོ • ──

After completing your morning classes, you strolled through the halls towards auditorium. The chatter of his last class spilled out of the room as he leaned against his desk entertaining his usual audience of admirers. He didn’t fully acknowledge you until you sat next to his desk, waiting for his attention. Without giving you a glance he exchanged goodbye to his remaining students, politely encouraging them to leave as they glared at you. 

“Did I interrupt something?” You whisper. 

“No, just freshmen.” He says, maintaining a smile as the girls walk out the door. “So,” The room door clicks shut as he turns to you. “Welcome back.”

“As if I had a choice,” you rummaged through your bag, retrieving your laptop. “you emailed me twice today.”

“And you didn’t respond once.”

You roll your eyes. After a whole semester of professors treating you like an inconvenience how could you respond to someone, practically a stranger, acting so eager to teach you.

“If you do well today, I’ll reward you with a kiss.” He holds two fingers up to his lips as if preparing to blow a kiss your way.

“Gross.” You laugh, dissatisfaction displaying on your face.

“Really? That usually works.” He says, suddenly casual.

“Can you motivate me without being a tease.”

“No. Finish your response.”

You roll your eyes and continue working through your equations. A moment of silence blankets the room, the ticking of the clock accompanying the clicks of your instructors rapid typing. You burn out for a moment, doodling around the work scribbled in your notebook, grumbling at the remaining questions. He sucks his teeth, tapping his pen to the side of your hand. You look up to meet his narrowing eyes, the tired eyes of an impatient instructor.

He sighs, “How about we take a break and a little.”

“Talk about what?”

“Anything, do you have any questions for me?”

You ponder for a moment. He usually uses this card in class, offering details on his personal life to entertain those in his class. But you couldn’t care less about his favorite perfume or faculty crush.

“Do you like your job?”

“Not a job if I’m not getting paid but yes, it passes time.” 

“Is it the attention?”

There it is again, the arrogance in his eyes.

“Are you jealous sweetie?” You gag at the softness of his voice, earning a laugh from him. 

“If I’m honest, the attention makes my job harder. If I’m not taken seriously as an instructor, I can’t do my job.”

“I’ve seen you as an aide in different classes.”

“Yes, but, like this course, I mostly float for 100-level classes. I’m only really needed in the department specific to my major.

You tilt your head, looking closely at the man across from you. “You’re putting a lot in your plate.”

His eyes soften at your words, “Thank you for noticing.” His voice is gentle, warm with gratitude.

Your ears warm at the sincerity. He smiles when he notices, and you, suddenly embarrassed, shy away and look back at your notes. He does the same, returning to his computer, satisfied by your reaction. You look down at your work and continued with the study guide. Before your study session, sylus emailed you a link to a site that goes over past course material that was presented on the exam. It was in a study guide format, delving deep into each topic until you got sick of the formulas.

The questions grew harder and harder and you couldn’t help but entertain another distraction.

“Why do you float for this class?”

“I’m familiar with the professor, he was the first to recommend me.”

“I’m surprised he has favorites.”

“Not at all.”

“You don’t seem eager to talk about it.”

“Not at all.”

“Is he mean to you?”

Sylus looks up to his computer, ruffled by your probing. “Finish your work and I’ll entertain your questions.”

Suddenly motivated by his annoyance, you dive into the rest of the assignment. The time passes quickly as you finish the remaining responses. With ten minutes left of your meeting time your laptop shuts. You prop your head in your hands, fluttering your lashes as the instructor before you sighs.

“Our professor is tenured, he’s not obligated to censor himself and he doesn’t. now imagine the hot water I’m in with the recent class scores.”

“That’s why you’ve been strict lately?”

“Somewhat, it’ll hurt my work-study if I’m reported for not doing well.”

A bit of guilt looms over you. You smile as he pouts, muttering to himself at how rude the professor has been.

“He says I dress up and host classes just to flirt with students.” He jolts at the sound of cackling, your abrupt laughter echoes down the auditorium hall. Through your narrowed eyes, you notice his dour expression.

“Are you offended?” You giggle. He doesn’t respond. “Oh please, weren’t you just teasing me?”

“Well, I like teasing you.”

You wave him off, “I don’t need that type of motivation to stay engaged“

“It’s not school related. I get curious too.”

“Curious about what?” You ask.

“How you are, student to student.” His voice is low, laced with velvet. You stare for a moment, suddenly aware of his confession.

He shrugs, voice suddenly cool “Besides, it makes things fun.”

You look back at your computer, your eyes dancing through the many numbers and symbols plainly displayed. Your cheeks warm at the thought of his favoritism towards you.

“It’s cliche to go after the uninterested one, don’t you think?”

He smirks. “Maybe, should that sway my feelings?”

You smile, feeling the urge to entertain him. “Not at all.”

The campus bell chimes, signaling the end of the school day. You break away from his gaze to look at the time.

“Sounds like we’re done for the day.” He says. “Will I see you next week?”

“Of course, it’s mandatory right?” You say, stuffing your bag with your belongings.

“Maybe, but am I the only one looking forward to it?”

Something settles in the air between you two. Something playful, something too easy to interpret as flirting.

“I’ll look forward to it then.”