#OOC: alright giving this a go

[scramjettracy]

Journal of a Flyboy-Smotherhen

a.k.a. Scott’s Therapist-Mandated 100 Word Diary

Ring of Fire Parts 1&2

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Hood back: Hates us, obviously. Can’t get that sneering voice out my head.

World Council: Ungrateful Weasels. Shouldn’t be surprised but… hoped after everything we’d be worth more y’know?

Virgil and Gordon covered in bruises - apparently I’m fussing. Allie did amazing but too much stress on young shoulders. Will keep an eye on him.

Something’s up with Kayo too. She’s pleased with Shadow - big relief. One’s flying great post upgrades too.

Usual summary: everything’s a mess but Brains is a genius. Must remind him re jetpack - slightly hairy moment. Not often I’m scared for myself, but I was. I’m fine.

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@thunderversary-rewatch-party

Thanks to @samcat71470558 for the adorable banner picture for Scooter 🥰🥰🥰

(The springboard for this… and other entries)

[bravevolunteer-a]

... shamefully deletes what i wrote about this being a SHORT post, have my personal highlights/thoughts from reading the preview of the fnaf movie novelization lmao

- he is an idiot and a nerd. “ooohh mike is so scary” “michael is intimidating he’s terrifying” he is EXHAUSTED and OVERSTIMULATED sitting in a mall, he is building a tent with napkins and a paper cup and immediately knocking it down ( extremely normal about the constant theme of alluding to camping by the way ), he is throwing his burrito wrap in the trash like it’s a basketball and thinking “score” before immediately cringing at himself. that’s not scary that’s a homosexual. he’s so boyfailure

- speaking of homosexual he is so gay in this single chapter i’m not even joking. talks about rarely ever getting dates with girls, not really being capable of chivalry or reciprocating when they did, did not pick up on the ice cream shop employee being into him. and yet the only person he mentions really liking being around is jeremiah ( coworker in the mall scene, also yet another jeremy if you catch my drift- ) and offers to buy them both shakes when he’s fucking Broke… mike schmidt i know what you are

- his food was too spicy i am making fun of him for it ( and if i may speak about lowkey reinforcing my… abysmal diet headcanons lmao )

- in this version he first sees the kid he thinks is in danger surrounded by plants and holding a toy…. you will be seeing me on the news

- confirms mike is 25, which as people are pointing out…. would mean garrett was taken in 1987….. okay

- now i haven’t fully elaborated on this yet bc ngl i have never SETTLED on concrete thoughts ( and a lot of traits indicative of this tend to overlap with his severe ptsd ) but oh my god michael and neurodivergent traits real. staring directly at the way he operates socially, the missed social cues, the overstimulation in the mall. things for me to spin around.

- he is so like… clearly upset about his wasted potential. he so DEEPLY wishes he were able to make something of his life ( also makes me think about how, in game michael’s case at least, it also has to do with just being his own person ), thinking about the different opportunities he could’ve taken ( notable thing to me was mentioning liking building things… ), it’s so obvious how stuck and lost he feels yet instead of emphasizing the tragedies in his life as the cause all he blames is HIMSELF. he’s convinced that HE is the root problem that he should be someone different i’m so glad i got the sheer amount of self hatred and guilt with both mikes correct i’m gonna go eat glass now

- with the fountain scene— there are VERY specific descriptions of the blood itself triggering his memory enough to make mike’s thoughts go dark, the novel emphasizes how much it plays a role in his uninhibited reaction which… makes me think. about what specifically not sure but i have ALREADY been considering just how reliable his memories of the day garrett got taken are and this is reinforcing me highly doubting that they are! especially with the way fnaf tends to establish backstories trauma very well could have fucked with what we see of his memory.

[tvrningout-a]

i'm still obsessed with the idea of two characters reuniting and just!! the absolute faith that they'd be together again!! the overwhelming emotion of " you're here -- you're breathing right in front of me, in my arms. you aren't a dream or an illusion but flesh and blood which i can cling to. and i will. i'll hold you until i'm ready to let go again, until i know you won't be ripped from my arms. here we'll stay, hearts pounding and tears falling for the right reasons this time, and all is well. all is well now that i've found you. "

i'm very not normal about this alright :' ))))

[balladetto]

§— found family vibes with grasshopper and shion @gloryseized and link is cruising for a bruising with naydra unfortunately so like one sided rivals? And maybe some cool friendship vibes with Zelda?? And I feel like link and Aiden might be buddies? And as a bonus whatever the heck is going on with link and revali (and link and tulin are broooootheeeeers!!)

give me your blorbos! / accepting / @gloryseized

[eats all this up] you know i'd give any excuse to continue writing dynamics with you, hilary, so 1000% yes to all of this!! grasshopper and shion make me so 🥺🥺 and i honestly feel like i might have to make two separate totk verses for him because the current one is so affiliated with shion ♡ they are absolutely found family...!

oh slfjdklf the vibes with naydra and link. they are just chilling! this antagonism, too, is something they will chill with. if he wants a better reaction, i...am presenting dinraal. mayhaps even...farosh ( i say, like we haven't already discussed this in the past flskdjf )

👀👀 at the zeldas and link...i have to get a grasp on alta again, but i would love to do something with you with basil! mostly vibing with spirit shenanigans for any games after tp for the moment, though i'll slide into dms when i get the energy to hash this out!

please any attention @ my ocs makes me weak!! aidan and link as buddies would be so great! there's the potential for being temporary travelling buddies as aidan goes from settlement to settlement, and he'd be very stoked about any and all gear link's got on him at all times ♡

( revali and link are a mess i can't look away from ahahsdfljd they are so compelling, and i really can't wait to be able to get every sentiment we've plotted and discussed on the actual writing canvas!! YES, TULIN AND LINK ARE THE BROTHERS OF MY HEARRRRTT they have such a special spot in there! first official tag after years of a writing hiatus. they will never leave that spot ♡ )

(Bonus s thing because I forgot about link and toothless who have like fellowship of the ring very close traveling companion vibes? Idk how to describe it)

toothless appreciates this two-legs. toothless would like this two-legs to take care of himself. toothless is going to stick around to make sure Friend does that, and also to make sure he gets out alive when he's doing stupid things as Risk ( i love them so much your honour )

[deathbind]

The thing about Serot's storyline is, in a more generalized DND verse, it would realistically unfold over many months or years. He'd have time to excavate memories, reconnect with Refhremmit, reckon with Meresankh, weigh his options. He'd also most likely have a group of dedicated companions he's traveled with all this time and with whom he's bonded. There'd likely be more of a support system. Overall, it's less overwhelming for him. I mean it's still overwhelming but at least there's time to process things.

In BG3, though? The game realistically takes place over a couple months at most. Despite how much playtime you put into it, in-universe it would feel very rapid fire. Barely room to breathe. The storyline of the game is on its own overwhelming. Then Serot is contending with his personal storyline on top of that. He's also in a strange land with little support system (which is important to him). Any friends he made in Baldur's Gate beforehand are, well, in Baldur's Gate. He bonds with the companions, but they're all pretty wary initially and he knows from the start they'll be parting ways eventually when he makes for Meket. That doesn't stop him from trying to form lasting bonds; it just that he knows, from the start, he will go it alone again if they survive this.

So it's like. Of course he's not in the best headspace throughout the whole game. Of course he makes rash decisions at certain points. Of course events don't unfold neatly. Of course he feels like he's drowning for at least two thirds of the game, caught in the undertow no matter how hard he fights. Act 1 isn't so bad, but everything after the Underdark is a nightmare sequence.

[vxnuslogy]

━━━━━━ truth, dare, spin bottle.  ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦

☆    |     or in which you fall in love with the stereotypical school athlete, council secretary, and your class president on campus⠀    …

꒰ including ꒱ ⠀! ⠀phainon, anaxagoras & mydei.          ୨୧          ꒰ warnings ꒱ ⠀! ⠀modern!au, school!au, ooc, just very stereotypical school tropes, highschool awkwardness.

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✶ : PHAINON 

 jersey no. 7 of amphoreus' football and basketball team—you'd be living under a rock if you don't know his name and the reputation that follows him. his matches are a sight for sore eyes. when he’s on the field, amphoreus is automatically getting that gold medal regardless of the opponent. you manage to watch one of his basketball matches during prep season for the school festival. it’s a friendly rematch against an old rival school and to no one’s surprise, phainon emerged as the mvp. in that match alone, you see why everyone is endeared by him—he reeks of sportsmanship that no student athlete in this school could ever dream of. he approaches every opponent with determination but never underestimates them, he always wants to play a fair game and even voluntarily forfeits if the game shows signs of rigging.

you don’t deny your fellow classmates who ask you if you think he’s cute because he is. he reminds you of an excited puppy during games and a loyal guard dog when it comes to his studies. he’s rather tall for his age–just a year below you but he’s far surpassed your height–and he has a good build, befitting for someone as sports orientated as him. phainon also has this magnetic pull to him that makes everyone want to befriend him, and you don’t mean it in a bad way. 

after classes, you usually go home without a fail, but this time around, you make a beeline towards the gym to watch another one of phainon’s matches. when your friends catch sight of you, they all give you playful looks that scream “you’re here for phainon right?” and you can only roll your eyes at them. but before you can take a seat at the spot they reserved for you, something collided with your head and your world is suddenly spinning.

“oh god, are you alright?!” 

someone shouts as you groan in pain. your vision spotting as you try to make out the messy blob of white and blue in front of you. someone takes your hand and you’re forcefully yanked up to your feet, making your headache worse with how quickly you stood up.

“i’m so, so, so, sorry. this is my fault i wasn’t paying attention. does your head hurt badly? do you want to go to the infirmary? someone get me ice packs—”

“will you calm down? you’re making my headache worse!” you don’t mean for your voice to sound so cold but it was nothing but the truth. you appreciate this mystery person’s concern, but god does he talk too much.

“right… right! sorry.”

you sigh and massage your temple. when your vision starts to clear up again, your mouth is left hanging as you realize who’s in front of you. that signature white hair and blue eyes combo is practically thrown at your face as phainon tilts his head in mild curiosity at your expression.

“i… need to go. sorry.” you quickly say, gathering your things from the floor and speed walking to the exit. you faintly hear the athlete heartthrob call out to you but you don’t pay him any mind. you were not getting into a cat fight with his fans with that cliche encounter.

that following night, your friends betray you by leaking your phone number to phainon. after a few heated and teasing messages in the group chat, you steady your breathing as you open his messages. you didn’t necessarily know what to expect on how phainon messages his friends or acquaintances, but you certainly find some childish endearment.

he sent a lot of messages—broken up into multiple sections explaining his worry and regret of hitting you instead of one single text box. phainon also used excessive amounts of exclamation marks, a lot of misspelled words, uppercases, and surprisingly enough, kaomojis. you let out an exasperated smile as you finally come to understand how cute this kid was.

you only planned to reply with a single message explaining your condition but that quickly spiralled into him chatting up a storm—a never ending stream of topics. you indulge him, using this as an excuse to find out even more on why so many people are so gravitated towards him. you surmise it’s because of his easy-going nature; he never leaves you hanging with his replies and speaking of replies, he sends messages at an ungodly quick speed. one thing turned to another before he ended the conversation with a message that read: “would you like to get a cup of coffee as an apology? it’ll be my treat ofc!!!!”

✶ : ANAXA (GORAS)

you see, if there was one person that made your blood boil like lava, it would be the student council secretary, anaxa. always so curt, blunt, and rude, he makes all of your accomplishments seem small when put side by side with his. it infuriates you to no end when the test scores for each year is posted on the bulletin and you spot him dead center of the crowd. you already feel a scowl forming on your face as you pass the bodies of other students and mentally prepare yourself for his berating voice.

you frown in dismay when you see his name on the number one spot with you a few spaces below him. your lip sews themselves shut when you hear him cough into his fist, quiet enough to not disturb the other students' excitement but loud enough for you to hear. as if wanting to rub more salt onto a fresh wound, anaxa peers into your line of vision with a smug smirk on his lips. with your pride hurt, you quickly turn away from him and begin walking away to save face. you didn’t need him to rub it in your face that he was leagues better than you.

anaxa won’t admit the swirling in his gut when he sees your figure get smaller and smaller. the oddest thing of it all, you don’t show your face to him at all since the test scores has been posted. he’d rather die than admit he missed your presence to anyone—your banters, nudging each other in quiet retaliation, and the time spent on the rooftop trying to study. anaxa would rather swallow a thousand needles than openly admit he felt jealous of his junior–the school athlete–and how you always seem to get coffee with him every morning. wasn’t that your thing with him?

 

“pray tell,” you flinch at the voice–failing to pack up your things quick enough to avoid anaxa who frequented the small cafe near campus. “why is it that you find the time to pick up coffee with our junior, but not me?”

if you were any other student, you’d think he sounds jealous—but that was a ridiculous thing to think. anaxa, jealous? you’re very sure the only emotion he’s ever felt in his life were spite and pride. as if to insinuate that you’ve actually replaced him with your usual routine, you ignore him. fight the twitch of your lips when anaxa visibly frowns at your silence. though a part of you—a tiny, tiny part—does feel a bit guilty. you weren’t one for the silent treatment, but anaxa deserved it. (you try to convince yourself at least).

“look if this is about the test scores, i’m…”

you walk past him but before you can fully exit the establishment, anaxa is running after you and catching your wrist with a firm grip. you turn to glare but the initial pettiness that fueled your heart quickly evaporates into thin air when you see his expression. lips pursed into a thin line, eye darting here and there–avoiding yours at all cost–and posture rigid but not in his usual secretary way; he looked almost vulnerable.

“i… apologize, for always belittling you whenever exam seasons are over. believe me, my intentions weren’t to bring you down. i just…” he trails off. a heavy frustrated sigh leaving his lips as his other hand comes to cover half of his face in shame. “wanted you to continue competing with me.”

by the following day, it was anaxa avoiding you like a plague. you still get coffee with phainon every morning, but today, you bought an extra cup—medium, iced, with only two teaspoons of sugar. the snowy-haired boy questioned you but you only replied with a cryptic “it’s a sorry gift.” he dropped the topic with a hum. you have a faint idea that phainon already knew who you were talking about.

the two of you separate on the second floor of campus—phainon heads straight to his classroom while you make a beeline to the council office. you rise up to the stairs in quiet contemplation on how to give anaxa his usual cup of coffee. with you being so lost in thought, you don’t realize that you’re now standing face to face with the classroom door. if you take a quick peek at the crack, you’d see anaxa with his head leaning back the chair he sat on with a book covering his face. you chuckle in amusement and as quietly as you could, tip-toe your way around the desk and place the coffee cup right by his notes. you graciously pull off a piece of sticky note and wrote down a short message before sticking it on the book on his face before leaving.

when the door finally closes shut, anaxa carefully removes the book obscuring his vision and takes the note you had written. ‘sorry for avoiding you! no matter what, you’re still my rival. remember to always take care of yourself, okay?’ anaxa snorts in amusement as he takes the cup of coffee in his hand, swirling the liquid before taking a sip. you still remember how he likes his coffee.

✶ : MYDEIMOS

if phainon was the cute junior that reminded you of a puppy and anaxa was the annoying bird that’s always perched on your shoulder, then mydei is that intimidating class president who quietly cares for his class. admittedly, you, among many others, had the wrong impression of him on your first meeting. initially, you assumed mydei was the type of student who always picked fights with other students and got into trouble with the student body. he does do those things—you see him butt heads with phainon during pe class and see aglaea scolding him during meetings every now and then. but nothing can prepare you when you first ask him for notes.

to say it’s a nerve wrecking situation would be an understatement—you were shaking in your shoes as your classmates cheered you on. with one final sigh, you find his contacts on your phone and repeatedly draft a message, delete it, then start over again and again until you grow frustrated and give up for the time being. you throw a defeated expression at your classmates and promise them to ask mydei for the notes later today. the school festival has been taking up so much of everyone’s time that you can’t find enough time to actually pay attention and write down notes in class. everyone was either sleeping or dozing off with exhaustion and you were no exception. you were sleeping during the first two periods of class and they each had their respective quiz some time this week.

you massage your temple in stress as you mumble about how you can ask mydei about his notes.

“what about my notes?”

you freeze on your spot. the hand massaging your temple rigidly drops back to your side as you awkwardly smile at the only person who can help your entire class pass manifests into thin air. 

“uh… well, you see…” you fumble with the words on your tongue and curse yourself inside your mind for appearing nervous. you just want to ask if he had taken notes during the first and second period, simple right? wrong!

you shift in your spot uncomfortably, eyes falling to the floor and to your shoes to avoid his burning gaze while your hand rubs at your arm—a nervous tick you developed over the years. you open your mouth to finally reply but the feeling of something soft hitting you in the head has you looking up and meeting his gaze by accident. you don’t miss the quiet amusement that courses through him as you stumble to grab the stack of papers he graciously put on your head.

“if you wanted to borrow notes, you could have just said so. it’s not like i’m going to bite your head off.” his voice is stern but if you listen closely, you’ll realize there’s an undercut of playfulness in them as you beam at him.

“thank you so much, mydei!” you express your gratitude as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“go share them with the class, i still need to catch up with the council on something.”

mydei turns to leave but you call out to him. he slightly turns his head to look at your almost flustered smile, “what is it?”

you hold his notes close to your chest as you grin at him, “thank you, really! you don’t understand how much everyone needs these right now.”

he huffs in response and waves you goodbye and you turn to run back to your classroom to spread the good news that no one will be failing this year.

when mydei enters the council meeting with the other class representatives, castorice greets with a curious tilt of his head—she questions the smile on his face as he sits down at his usual spot but he only shrugs it off. mydei plays it off as finding something funny on the internet, which was strange. mydei rarely finds anything funny, let alone if they came from the internet.

he takes tentative sips from the coffee agalaea had generously provided for everyone, and he doesn’t miss the way a pair of eyes follow his every movement. he catches phainon from one corner staring at him with furrowed brows as he twirls the pen in his fingers while the council secretary at the front scowls at him. you may not remember, but back in middle school, when no one wanted to share a table with the delinquent, you sat next to him without question and offered him a spare pen when you realized he didn’t have one. to this day, mydei still use that pen even if the ink had long run out—he just wants to show off the item with your name on it.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

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[yzashaven]

CONTENT WARNING .ᐟ dom!scaramouche x fem!reader ⋆ breeding ⋆ creampies ⋆ face down ass up + mating press + riding ⋆ oral m!rec ⋆ deepthroat ⋆ slapping & spanking (once) ⋆ praise ⋆ "slut" + "good girl" ⋆ squirting ⋆ rough sex ⋆ needy scara ⋆ [tell me if i missed anything, thank you ♡]

WORD COUNT ᯓ 1.37k

NOTE ᝰ late birthday special, sigh... going back to my roots as a scara lover ♡ i'm sorry for any errors or whatever that seems ooc... my take at some fluff at the start, it's definitely mid but good enough LMAO happy new year, may 2025 be good to us all. yza loves you 💌

[ nsfw under cut ]

"this is actually pretty good, surprisingly edible, coming from you." scaramouche says, chewing softly on the cake that you had baked yourself.

"hey, i know a few recipes or so!" you laugh lightly, "and you're welcome. my baking skills have improved, you can't lie." he scoffs but give you a slight nod, "alright, whatever you say." he cuts up a bite size piece and brings it to your lips, you open your mouth to accept it. he smiles.

his precious smile.

"i never thought i'd spend a birthday like this—you know, the traditional way with cake and stuff." a sigh leaves his lips. he comes closer, "do me one last birthday request, won't you?"

"oh, sure!"

— ☆★ —

"take it deeper." his sharp voice cuts through the silence and heavy atmosphere of the room. with you on your knees before him. his cock inside your mouth as he pushes himself deeper, inch by inch. you move on your own now. taking his dick from the tip and down to the base, all the way down and back up. over and over.

"fuck. that's good." you look up at him, cheeks flushing at the scene before you: scaramouche's head thrown back, the light from the moon softly illuminating upon his beautiful features, the way his breathing was already uneven.

he's perfect.

his hand goes to the back of your head, "that's enough, love. i'm gonna cum already..." you pull away upon hearing so. "strip for me." he helps you up but you get shy from his request. "maybe you can do it for me–" he sighs immediately, "no. strip for me."

holding onto the last bit of your pride, you began to take off each article of clothing you had on. all the while making eye contact with his pretty eyes. your heart's beating so fast from the anticipation of what's next to come.

scaramouche can't help but slowly stroke his cock from watching you. he seems to be just as needy as you are.

"get on the bed, face down ass up for me." his eyes get a good look at your form, back arching just for him. he easily discards his clothes as he walks over behind you. a hand gropes your ass, giving it a playful spank. you were so sure he was smirking at the way you moaned so sweetly at the action.

you could feel his tip teasing the wet slit of your pussy, "you wouldn't mind if i went rough today, would you?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. before you could even breathe in response, he had already plunged into you. completely bottoming out within your hole. "god, you're tight... so wet, just how i fucking like it."

he sets a steady but rough pace. hands gripping your hips as he pulls you back to meet each of his thrusts. "scara! right there..!" you manage to say in between your moans, "you close, baby?" his voice rings in your head as his hand dips down, fingers drawing small circles on your clit, giving it a decent amount of attention as well.

"cum on my cock for me." you bite down on the pillow nearby to muffle your whimpers that grew increasingly loud. scaramouche scoffs and grabs you by the neck, pulling you back up, "let me hear you."

your entire body shudders as your orgasm hits you hard. he continues to thrust deep inside your pussy, "i'm on the edge, baby. fuck–let me cum inside... can i?" his voice trembled with need, desperation, even. you nod, wanting to accept his load. not long after, you feel his warm seed filling you up. he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly in an embrace.

he lets you go and you fall onto the soft bed. scaramouche flips you over and spreads your legs. bringing down two fingers to spread apart your pussy lips, "not enough." he simply says and instantly puts you into a mating press. "huh? what do you mean?" still breathless, you managed to ask.

"we're not done until my cum is dripping from your cunt. i want to breed you, baby. i want you completely full, aching, sensitive—and of course satisfied. so you're gonna take everything i give you tonight like the good girl i know you are, alright?"

a red hue spreads across your face, making you blush at just the thought of him fulfilling his words. he notices that you weren't responding and grabs your chin, "i expect an answer."

"y-yes! i'll take it all... for you."

"that's my girl."

he thrusts back into your pussy, trapping you in a tight mating press, making sure you couldn't escape him. his movements are fast, rough, desperate. with the addition of his thumb massaging your clit, it was hard to hold any approaching orgasm in.

"let go, baby. cum all you want." he whispers right before finding an area on your collarbone to leave a hickey or two on, marking you as his. you submit to the feeling of an intense orgasm, creaming all over his cock. despite your words about how you're still sensitive having just came, he continues to relentlessly pound into you.

scaramouche pushes himself as deep as he can go, his seed definitely reaching your womb. you could feel his tip lightly brushing over your cervix. with shaking hands, you attempt to push him away. but he just steals your lips in a heated kiss, "i love being inside you. this is such a good fucking gift."

pulling out, cum oozes out of your used hole. he smirks but pushes his cock back inside, pushing the fluids deeper within you. you were already a mess—and he loved it. scaramouche continues making out with you, tongue entering your mouth while he rocks his hips against yours, fucking you mercilessly.

a visible string of saliva connected your lips. your hands reach down to hold tightly onto the sheets beneath. your eyes threatened to shut close as the feeling of fatigue was creeping up on you.

slap!

your body jolts awake at the sudden impact on your cheek. looking up at the man before you, scaramouche seemed rather upset...?

"keep your eyes open. got it? don't you dare fall asleep on me, slut." all you could really do was nod. wrapping your legs around him made his body shudder in pleasure. the way you were practically helping him reach even deeper areas in you. it was so hot to him.

"you're gonna be the death of me, baby." he laughs right before capturing your lips in a needy kiss yet again, emptying out his load in your pussy for the nth time. he gives you both some time to catch your breaths before pulling you on top of him as he sits with his back against the headboard of the bed.

"ride me."

scaramouche's eyes travel across your trembling body as you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. lookign down, you could vividly see that some of the cum from your pussy had dripped down to coat the base of his dick, leaving a sort of white ring around it.

his hand finds its way back to your hips, while his other one reaches for your chest. thumb gently flicking one of your hardened nipples. he leans down to lovingly suck on them as well. he could feel himself getting even more turned on if that was even possible from hearing you moan from what he's doing to your body.

holding onto his shoulders tightly, you feel yourself losing control as you squirt on him. "yeah, that's it, drench me. fuck... that's so hot. i'm gonna fill you up again, 'kay?" your eyes roll back as he orgasms again, giving you another well deserved creampie.

"happy birthday, scara..." you manage to smile even when your entire body was shaking, sensitive from the feeling of having one orgasm after another. "thank you, darling. i'm grateful." scaramouche pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss. holding you in his arms, he began to pound up into you. parting from the kiss, he makes eye contact. "i love you."

[airybcby]

If I Could Never Give You Peace

( bllk boys when your secret relationship is leaked by paparazzi)

a/n — wrote this on a whim after listening to peace by taylor swift

content — some nsfw but not explicit, fem! reader, cursing , all characters are 18 or 18+, slight ooc maybe?, some characters are repeated

synopsis — what happens when your relationship is leaked?

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' everyone thought you'd broken up '

listen, you knew dating a good soccer player in high school was a big deal, but you didn't realize how big of a deal it really was when he went pro.

this was the same boy ( now man) that you'd been dating since you were 14, so nothing really changed your views on him. if you could love him through his awkward phase, and he could love you through yours, there was no way you'd break up.

again, you didn't realize that your relationship was such a big deal. it wasn't that the two of you were a secret, it was more of a 'private not secret' situation.

so when the two of you woke up in your shared bed because of just how many notifications the both of you were getting, you knew something was up.

and low and behold, something was wrong. when you opened any social media the first thing you saw was a strangely amazing photo of you and your long-term boyfriend kissing. really, if it wasn't a paparazzi photo, it would be your lock screen.

"aren't we just the cutest?" he asked you, phone thrown back onto his bedside table as if he didn't have a care in the world. (and he really didn't, not in this case)

truly, the only thing that may make him angry in this whole situation is the fact that he got woken up far earlier than his usual routine by all the commotion.

but of course, as he was dozing back off, you were reading the comments, as any loyal significant other would.

soccerluvr45: omg is that is gf from high school? i thought they broke up

okay, yeah. he had a rather public instagram account in high school that his rabid fans had found that had pictures of the two of you, but you'd never broken up?

reading through the many comments, it was like everyone had collectively decided the two of you'd broken up.

"mhm...just ignore it. the pr lady will deal with it." he mumbled as he grabbed your phone from your hands, laying it beside his before wrapping his arms around you.

"go to bed, 's too early to deal with all this."

his fans were silly, if they could see you with this bed-head man right now, they'd see there was no way the two of you would ever break up.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, yo hiori, NIJIRO NANASE, hyoma chigiri

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' pr nightmare '

anyone who knew your boyfriend knew he was...a little extreme.

and unfortunately for you, this also applied when your relationship became public because of a slight slip of focus from the two of you. it wasn't that you were trying to keep your relationship a secret, you'd already been together a year now, but you also weren't trying to out yourselves.

yet, one singular minute when the two of you slipped away to the bathroom together at a soccer banquet...well lets just say a paparazzi was scarily ready to snap someone, anyone's, photo.

so here you were, sitting in a terrifyingly big office with your boyfriend and almost his entire management team.

"do you know what this could do to your reputation?" his manager asked. "it's just two adults doing adult things, they should've been in that bathroom! that would've gotten them—"

"okay, sir..."the pr woman cut him off, ever too enthusiastic to be talking about your private lives.

"you just need to ignore all of this until it goes away, alright? no press interviews after games anymore," she sighed as if this was basic comprehension. (your boyfriend wasn't the smartest but he also didn't need to be treated like an idiot.) "and no posting on any social medias for the time being. do you understand?"

"yeah, yeah. no talking to the grown men after games. and..."he grimaced at the thought of his next condition. " c'mon is posting on my socials that bad? i don't post about us anyways."

"at. all." and the room felt as icy as the pr woman's stare.

"yeah, no, okay i got it. no social media."

after another thirty minutes of this, with them saying basically the same stuff to you (even though you had no real social media presence anyways), you guys finally left.

"no fucking posting? what if i have to talk about a game coming up?" "i'm sure she knows how to do her job, love." you soothed your boyfriend as you got in the car the company arranged to have you two taken up with.

"yeah, well whatever. give me your hand," and who were you to say no to your boyfriend?

he took your hand and placed it on his neck, a place where you could see a few bites and hickeys if you really looked hard enough.

before you could protest he took a picture, posting it on his VERY public account with the caption...

' i love my woman ;) '

before turning off his phone completely.

"let's see them try to get ahold of me now."

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ RYUSEI SHIDO, tabito karasu, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' what picture ? '

how do two chronically offline people realize their relationship is now under scrutiny by the entire world?

the simple answer is...they don't!

you've never been interested in social media the way other girls your age had been. really, you'd rather just watch a video essay on every little topic that interests you than sit and watch six second videos then scroll all day.

to say the least, fast and forever changing social media just wasn't your thing.

and your boyfriend? he hardly even used his phone. unless it was for business or you, the thing was practically shoved away somewhere he couldn't care less about.

he would rather be reading or spending time with you out on a date...which is exactly the predicament the paparazzi put you in earlier this week.

the two of you were photographed having a little picnic and reading date at a small park that was pretty far out of town, assuming no one there knew, or even cared, enough to take a picture, but alas, someone did.

you and he had spent the rest of your week in pure, relaxed bliss. he had a game on saturday, so besides him going to practice and working out, the two of you stayed inside almost all week to prepare for the rather hectic weekend.

to say the game was a nail biter would be the understatement of the century. after two additional times, it was your boyfriend who scored the winning goal.

of course, you cheered the loudest, not noticing plenty of fans eyes on you unlike how many used to just chalk you up as an ecstatic fan.

as the post game interview came for him, you decided to stay closer to the door just incase it ran short. sometimes it was a one and done for him and others the questions went on for at least fifteen minutes, it just depended on his mood.

of course, the first question was about his game winning goal, but the second one threw him and you for a loop.

" what do you have to say about the photos of you and your reported girlfriend that have come out this past week? "

"...huh? what photos?"

eventually, the two of you did see the pictures, and all you could do was laugh because...how had you two not found out about this?

and you also made the picture your phone lock screen, but he didn't have to know that.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ RIN ITOSHI, reo mikage, SAE ITOSHI, chigiri hyoma

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

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i wrote this in about an hour, and i think it shows but i had to get it out of my brain :))

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[robloxgamerfan135]

FORSAKEN SURVIVORS/KILLERS x BUNNY!SURVIVER!READER

Note:had to redo thes duo to my Tumblr glitching so bad

WARNING:cringe,might be ooc,not proof read,some parts might be wrong so I’m Srry

SURVIVOR

NOOB:

they were very surprised to see someone to have bunny ears and bunny tail.

they wanted to touch your bunny ears but they well give you space

they well give you bloxy cola

wants to cuddle you so bad duo to you looking so fluffy and cuddly

they can’t handle your cuteness like holy bunny

CHANCE:

Thes mf would teases you of how cute you are with having bunny features

protects you in rounds

tries to impress you

wants to pat you so much

rlly hope that spade,his bunny, likes you so much

spade it’s still the best bnnuy tho.

bnnuy

SHEDLETSKY:

he’s gonna give you a chicken or two duo to your cuteness

Protects you during rounds

mf pats you after rounds IF you don’t mind ofc

well find it cute IF you both cuddle and that you end up falling asleep duo to vro being soft AND fat

ok that’s it idk what else my gang

BUILDERMAN:

was surprised at first but some time to time well get comfortable around you

wants to pat you but might not ask you

alright that’s it I’m Srry but idk what to do with thes guy

DUESAKKAH DUESEKKAR:

truly surprised at first

treats you gently

well protect and help you during rounds

well pat you a lil

pumpkin guy approves you yay

TAPH:

mf well pat you with no hesitation

trying to help you (blud is trying)

hugs you MAYBE

ok idk what else to put here

GUEST1337:

confused at first but respects and treats you gently and carefully

protects you sometimes

we’ll keep an eye on you duo to MAYBE your fragile and might get hurt

respects your boundaries

(“B-but he’s a married man!-“ OMG ik that he’s married to daisy and has a kid named charlotte but damn dawg why can’t we have in here and so maybe I’ll put platonic MAYBE idk??)

TWOTIME:

blud is looking at you deep in your soul

MIGHT protect you

MAYBE well look at you sleeping SOMETIMES.

pats you PROBABLY

well stop staring at you if you’ll get uncomfortable

007N7:

treats carefully

well leave you alone if you wanted to be

wants to try and pat your bunny ears but gives you space

if you didn’t know shit about his past well uh idk. You might go closer to him while being oblivious about his past

if you knew about his past actions than idk. You can forgive him or nah.

ELLIOT:

gives you pizza

pizza

gives pizza

yes

wanna pat your bunny ears (maybe to calm him down/relax him duo to him MAYBE might be stress after every rounds)

treats extra nicely

warns you about 007n7 (would respect you if you are still going to talk to 007n7, but he’s very confused of why you wanna talk to that guy.)

KILLERS

1x1x1x1:

he hates how cute you are. You make him hesitate to kill you. You looked too fragile. Too vulnerable.

he’s supposed to feel negative feelings towards EVERYTHING..but you make him feel so…strange in his chest.

he even left you to be a lms too.

he hates how..fluffy you look…so cuddly….

you annoy him. You irritate him. But why he feels so strange inside? Ohh he needs to know what did you do to make him feel like thes everytime your in front of him

JOHN DOE:

how..strange...you make him feel so....weird that spares you sometimes.

He considers you a cute yet weird survivor..duo to you making him NOT want to kill you

He feels quiet irritated that he doesnt kill you and that sometimes might loose the round and let you and the survivors win but oh well

Alright that might be it mb

COOLKIDD(PLATONIC!!):

Thes mf might accidentally pull your bunny tail or ears so be careful

Thinks your very cute and thought that you can also turn into a bunny bunny

Hugs you tightly that maybe might break your back so badly

Talks about his papa to you

(THES WAS STRICTLY PLATONIC)

GUEST666:

Confused and curious about you

Pokes you, especially on your bunny ears and maybe on your bunny tail

Treats you mega gently to you

Well cuddle you close sometimes

Ok thats it

NOLI:

Teases you 1000 times.

Pats you without consent

Thinks your cute tho

Doesnt rlly mind to cuddle you

Calls funny nicknames (example: bnnuy, little bunny, puffy puffs, cutesy wutesy,etc..)

Might annoy you sometimes

ITRAPPED:

Isnt rlly interested but thinks your adorable anyway

Doesn't interact with you a lot

MIGHT not hurt you

He doesn't or does care if your cold duo to him having the ice dagger and theres a possibility that his skin is very cold and that theres a little bit of ice

Doesnt care if you hug him

(hes greedy and i hate it)

Jason:

Ki Ki ki ma ma ma

Ki ki ma ma ma

Ki ki ma ma

Ki ki ki ma ma

BONUS!!!:

MAFIOSO:

Well take you with him

Treats you very very nicely

Pats your 10000 times a day

You might be his favorite bnnuy

Bnnuy

His bunnies loves and approves you btw

Wont kill you ofc bc why would he ever hurt such a vulnerable yet cute being????

His guards approves you too

Mafioso thinks your so adorable that wants to keep you forever and ever

Cuddles cuddles cuddles

BLUUDUD3(PLATONIC):

Pass,blue is better

Thinks your lame,boring and not cute

Gonna be so rude to you i swear.

Wont spare you in rounds *sob*

*throws rocks at you* "UGLYYYY"

PR33TYPR1NC3SS(PLATONIC):

Thinks your cute but not enough

Well invite you into her tea party anyway

Well let you live or be lms sometimes or possibly

Might dress you up (ofc not infront of everyone)

Thank you for reading i hope that you enjoyed thes one.

[recordingmae]

JJK men x reader

Their reaction to being called your husband!

Characters; Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen.

T.W; nothing really but reader is afab, characters might be ooc, some suggestive content but nothing crazy!, fluff! NOT PROOF READ!!

author: GUYS THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IM EVER PUBLISHING SO PLS FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK! Also first time writing in general 😭Anyway ahhh I’m so excited pls enjoy

Satoru, G.

The two of you had been laying in your shared bed for the past hour, your head on his chest and one of his hands gently raking through your soft locks. His other hand gripping his phone as he scrolled through some social media platform. You were doing the same thing until a video had popped up on your recommended page.

Calling my boyfriend ‘husband’ to see how he reacts!

The idea- almost as if in an instant cured your semi-boredom. You sat up abruptly only for Satoru to pout at your sudden movement.

“Hey, I wasn’t done playing with your hair,” he whined before reaching out and placing his phone down on a nearby nightstand.

His messy white locks covering some of his face, but you could tell he had an offended expression- like a child would when you take away their Lollypop. “ ‘m sorry ‘toru I was just gonna ask if you wanted pizza” you mumble as he tries to sit up and wrap his lanky arms around you, keyword being tries.

You got off the bed before he trapped you- knowing that if he got a hold of you he wouldn’t let go.

Satoru nodded at your question as he watched you pick up your phone and sit back down at the edge of the bed. A five second pause filling the air before you put on your best performance that he was oblivious too.

“Hi, me and my husband just wanted to order a large cheese pizza-“

Satoru blinked.

Then he blinked again.

Maybe he misheard you— God he hopes he didn’t.

After a small moment passed you simply pretended to humin agreement “yes, my husband can pick it up in about 20 minutes- alright thank you!” You place your phone down on the bed and a millisecond hadn’t even passed when you feel his arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you onto the bed- so that your back is to his chest as he spoons you.

“I didn’t know you wanted to marry me that badly” his breath hot on your neck as his grip on your waist tightens.

“Don’t get cocky, I just thought it sounded nicer” you mumbled out as the heat rose in your cheeks.

“I think calling you my wife would sound nicer too, yeah?,”he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, groaning slightly as he breathed you in, “I’ll take you wherever you want for our honeymoon— have a big cake, doves, I’ll buy us matching blindfolds too,” his voice going a bit playful near the end of his sentence.

“ ‘Toru it was a prank! we still have so much time” You let out a soft laugh, trying to wiggle free from his grip- or Atleast loosen it. Though it doesn’t even budge as places a soft dry kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m being dead serious angel, call me your husband again and I’ll go buy the ring.”

both of you forgot to actually call the pizza place after.

Toji, F.

The two of you were out- grabbing some food, shopping, and you were basically dragging him to every store he clearly didn’t care about, he only sucked it up because you said if he did then perhaps he’d get lucky tonight.

Your dark haired boyfriend walked beside you with a hand gently pressed onto the small of your back.

As the two of you were walking you heard a familiar voice call your name- a tone so sickeningly sweet that it made you want to gag as you turned around to see who it was.

An old classmate from high school- or known as the girl who spread random rumours about you all throughout senior year. She waved excitedly as she rushed over, “Oh my gosh!! Y/n it’s so nice to see that you actually aren’t such a shut in anymore!” Her passive aggressive tone only ticked you off more- you didn’t even notice how toji’s hand snuck around from your back to your waist, pulling you closer towards him.

You force a tight smile onto your face, the kind you would reserve for fake people and bad customer service.

“Who’s this guy with you? He’s not your like rent-a-boyfriend or something right?” She says pointing a finger up and down at the man before she reaches a hand out to you his chest and that’s when you finally realize that the conversation needed to end.

Before her grubby hand could touch your man, you stepped in front of him.

“nope, this is my husband, Toji” you made sure to drag out the title, which payed off as you saw your ex-classmate’s smile falter.

You feel Toji’s chest vibrate from behind you with a quiet laugh.

“Toji do you remember how I told you about the girl who couldn’t keep her mouth shut about me in high school?” You spoke but never broke eye contact with the girl before you.

Toji’s dark eyes flickered towards her, slow and dangerous. His smile didn’t reach his eyes “oh, her”—“Didn’t you tell me how she used to say you’d never get a man?” He continued, almost thoughtfully as he pressed himself flush against your back, hands reaching to grip your waist. “And now your married to a guy like me”

Internally you were crying tears of joy as he played along- damn he knew that he was doing a good job.

Lastly, he added a snarky comment just to put salt into her wound “guess Karma works fast- but it’s no surprise you have no guy with you”

Your ex-classmate could only laugh awkwardly as her eyes darted to Toji’s grip on your waist as if she would get burned unless she left, and so with a clearly unsatisfied look on her face she simply turned around and did just that.

Toji tugs you in the opposite direction before lifting his arm and draping it over your shoulder, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You know I’m gonna make you call me that again later, right?”

You smack his chest lightly- but the smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

Ryomen, S.

For the past 20 minutes you and your boyfriend were bickering back and forth, threats were thrown, bribes, and maybe one or two shameless promises. It was only when you had practically crawled onto his lap- whispering into his ear as you begged Sukuna to do a Tik Tok with you.

His exact response being “Only one video you damn brat- Anymore and I’m going to break your phone” awww what a romantic he was.

You had told him that the video would be one where the two of you rate your favourite snacks but little did he know it was all a cover for your little prank.

The two of you were in the kitchen as he sat down on a stool next to you, arms crossed, glaring at the phone propped up against a pile of bananas as if it owed him something. The hood of his sweatshirt was half on, and it perfectly casted shadows on his sharp features, Making it look like he was more or less ready to commit a felony rather then rate a few snacks.

Contrasting to you however- beaming brightly as you pressed the record button “Hey guys! Today me and my husband are going to be rating our favourite snacks!”

The silence that followed your words made you rethink your life choices as you didn’t dare look at him. You felt the weight of his stare- the energy emanating from him.

Sukuna turned his head, his voice low and deadly “The fuck did you say?”

You swallowed a lump down your throat and continued to stare at the camera- your voice shaking nervously “your my hus—-band?” You dragged out scared that he would kill you mid sentence.

Though instead Sukuna reached out and gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. His dark red eyes examining your face before he spoke “Again.” He demanded- and you complied.

Suddenly he stood up from his chair and let go of you briefly before he lifted you up from the chair with ease and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

“If you want to call me your husband then I need to make you my wife” he grumbled and you couldn’t help but just laugh as you banged your tiny fists lightly against his back “ it was a prank ‘kuna!! Put me down!”

“I’m sick of your Jokes, Woman. I’m gonna show you what really happens when you practically beg to be my wife”

and show you he did.

[tvrningout-a]

i don't have time to finish writing my other hc for helena but pls know i'm vibrating and shaking and rubbing my hands together

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. a farewell letter to you . twisted wonderland

in which they talk about their future aspirations before you joke about crowley finding a way home for you. how would they react?

featuring : housewardens

cw: gn!reader, angst, can be read as platonic/romantic, might be ooc for vil(i rlly struggle writing for him omg), bad grammars, reader is yuu

a/n : based on this ask!! thank u for requesting this!! i really enjoy writing angst and was in the mood to do so, so this really makes my brain immediately work in one sitting lolol (～￣▽￣)～

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

when the topic of graduation is brought up, riddle is always the first one to answer. he already made plans since he was a child—courtesy of his mother. his mother told him that he should be a strong medical mage, just like her.

yet, after spending two years in nrc acting as heartslabyul's housewarden, he's developed an interest in law.

"i think that there are many things that i don't know of to be so sure that i want to become a medical mage. i'd like to explore other options, too, like being an attorney. but i'll have to speak to my mother about it first ..." he sighs, before finally looking at you.

"what about you, name? surely you also have something you want to do in the future. would you like to pursue higher education? or just work right after you graduate? i recommend you go into higher education, though."

you laugh at his question, as if your answer is so obvious that even the dumbest student wouldn't ask. "what about me? well, i'll probably leave before i get to graduate. crowley's probably tired of me being here, haha!"

oh, he completely forgot about that. he forgot that you are not from this world, and that one day you'll be leaving him and whatever problems you have in this school.

... scratch that, riddle never forgets. he remembers—he just refuses to acknowledge it, and has been doing so for the past six months. time flies by so fast when you're spending it with your loved ones, it seems.

he would love to ask you to stay, or even pray to whoever so that crowley will take longer finding a way for you to go back home. but of course he can't do that, he's not that desperate anyways.

"... right. i apologize for asking such an obvious question."

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"i'll go take up that internship to the sunset savannah." he smirks, showing his paper to you. "what's with that look? obviously i'm gonna take it, or else they're not gonna let me graduate at all after this. besides, not like they're gonna give a low grade to the prince, right?"

but of course he has a reason to choose something that he doesn't normally do. damn royals, you thought to yourself. he laughs when he sees your disgusted look, waving the paper in your face mockingly.

"heh, jealous you can't do that? well, that's alright, this prince can give you a few internship recommendations so even a herbivore like you can pass easily." he stops waving the paper, finally sitting down on the chair across yours.

it's your turn to laugh after he said that. "huh? what's so funny?" he scowls, looking at you like a lion ready to feast. "you know i'll leave this place before i even get to graduate, right? there's no need for you to give me recommendations, haha!"

he knows. there's no need to remind him of something that'll eventually happen, because he doesn't need to hear it from your own mouth.

he'd rather deal with the loneliness when it comes—not now, not while you're still here. he just wants to enjoy the times he gets to spend with you before you literally disappear completely.

"... shut the hell up. i'll still tell you about this, you might need it in your world or somethin'."

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul, just like riddle, has already made plans for the future. he wants to show everyone back at home that even an 'ink-spewing crybaby' like him can become something in the world. not just to them, but to himself, too.

so naturally, whenever the topic of graduation is brought up, azul likes to boast a little (just a little) about his future aspirations. "well, seeing that the mostro lounge is already so successful even before i bring it to the outside world, i would probably go into business or something connected to finance in the future."

he would then look at you, asking about what you'll do in the future. "prefect, i am sure that someone as wonderful as you would already have something in mind, right? what would you like to do in the future? become a teacher? or maybe, you'd like to assist me in business?"

you laugh at his attempt to rope you into another one of his schemes. "pfft—nope, i won't be scammed anymore! besides, it's not like i'll graduate here. crowley will probably find a way home faster than i could pass any classes." you reply jokingly.

right, you're not from this world. and he remembers too, of course. no, he doesn't feel sad about it or anything. he has tons of connection on sage's island, he doesn't really feel lonely if one of them disappears.

but you're not simply 'one of them'. you were a good friend, and now a part of his loved ones. he can't just deny that fact so blatantly. yet, for some reason, he can't bring himself to say that to you.

"ah, but of course! how could i be so forgetful?"

KALIM AL-ASIM

kalim is one of the many people who feels indecisive about his future. sure, he has a wealthy family and he would probably inherit his father's wealth or leadership capabilities. it's just that, kalim doesn't know what he wants to be.

he wants to do something that he can do by himself without much help from others. "ah, i don't know ... i'm so confused about all of this! maybe i'll become a doctor? urgh, but that doesn't sound right for me ..."

he'd ask others around him what they want to be in the future, including you. "nameeee! oh, thank goodness ... i finally found you!" you almost had a heart attack when he approaches you, looking all sweaty and out of breath.

"sorry ... for scaring you. uh, i just wanna ask, what do you want to be in the future? you know, after you graduate!" well, that was a rather direct question. you snort, making him look at you like a deer caught in the headlights. "why would you ask me? you know i won't graduate from here, right? i'll probably go home before i graduate, haha!"

oh. right. he immediately feels stupid for forgetting that you're not from this world. he would stand up straight, and look at you in the eyes, before tears started to fall from his eyes. "woah, k-kalim, what's wrong?!"

"hiks, sorry ... i shouldn't have asked that question, now it's made me all sad ..." he wipes the tears from his face using his hands. "i completely forgot that you're not from here ... but i wish i can change it somehow. i'm sorry ..."

kalim can't bring himself to accept the fact that you'll leave someday.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil is someone who already has his future planned. he knows what he'll be, and he doesn't spend his free time boasting about it with others. he doesn’t need to say it—everyone already knows he’ll enter the entertainment industry.

but when he looks at you, he can't figure out what you'll become after you graduate. which brings the two of you to this conversation. "yes, i'll join the entertainment industry. i already have some job offers, too. so it was not that hard for me to choose which internship i'll go to."

you nod, although you already expected his answer, you still find it cool and admirable that he can do something so grand at the age of eighteen. your train of thoughts were cut off when vil asks, "what about you? what will you become after you graduate?"

you laugh, and he raises an eyebrow. "well, it's not like i'll graduate from here anyways, right? crowley's gonna find a way for me to go home before i even get to reach the second year. probably." he scoffs quietly before continuing.

"well, that's obvious enough. but are you not gonna continue your education back in your world?" now that's a new one. you never really thought about what you'll do after you come back to your world.

you don't even know if your family thinks you're alive. "i don't know, i'll probably continue studying and pursue a higher education ... or maybe go to work immediately?"

"hmph, you're still a first year. you have many things coming in the future, so just focus on your studies." he replies sternly. he quickly masks the flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but the faint twitch of his mouth betrays a wish for more time together before he graduates.

IDIA SHROUD

idia is a genius. he already received a job offer from olympus, the hardest company to get a job offer from, days before the internship assembly for the third years even started.

he's the type to not make small chats about people's future. heck, he doesn't even chat that much with people outside of you and ortho. but when you came barging into his room asking about his internship, he can't help but share a little.

"uh, w-well, i already got a job offer from olympus ... also, could you please NOT barge into my room so suddenly? you're gonna make me reboot myself out of crippling shock someday." he glares at you, making you laugh.

"hehe, sorry about that. but i heard that it's pretty hard to get a job offer from olympus, so that's pretty cool!" you grin, noticing the ends of his hair turns into a faint shade of pink. "umm, well, this is for research purposes but, w-what'll you do after you graduate?"

"me? well, not like i'm gonna graduate here anyways, hehe. so i don't know." he pauses after you said that. that's it, huh? he’s going to lose yet another friend, after working so hard just to get close to you, huh?

why's it always gotta end that way whenever he tries to make contact with anyone? ortho was enough, he doesn't need to lose you too. fate is such a cruel thing. he silently wishes his plans in the island of woe had worked. er, not really.

he laughs awkwardly at your reply. "oh. right. sorry 'bout that."

MALLEUS DRACONIA

he overblots immediately

jk sorry

malleus is not familiar with how the human world operates, being a nocturnal fae himself. so he was pretty confused by the fact that he was supposed to learn something from an internship in just three months. that's like three days for him.

so, he went to your dorm, hoping to learn something valuable from a human like you. "child of man, i was tasked to fill out this form for my internship, but i do not understand how we're supposed to learn anything in just three months. could you please enlighten me?"

you then sat him down on your couch, telling him that time flows differently for fae and humans. three months might seem short, but for humans, it’s enough to learn much. "you are right, i apologize for being so ignorant about our differences. hmm, i am curious though. what would you do after you graduate?"

"me? well, i'll probably leave before i graduate. not like i'm gonna stay here forever, right? hehe." you laugh, making him go silent. he almost completely forgets that you come from another place, and that someday you would leave him behind in this world.

he clenches his fist in quiet devastation. then, a thunder strike was heard from outside your window, signaling an upcoming storm. "woah, there's gonna be a storm happening. is it okay for you to stay here? uh, but i guess you can just teleport back, right?"

your voice is muffled due to the rain, mixing together with the background noises. malleus is angry, but is mostly sad that he'll be alone yet again. he's already feeling sad enough by the fact that lilia will leave this school soon, but now you'll also leave?

"...leus? malleus?" he snaps out of his thoughts when you wave your hand in front of his face. "are you okay?" you ask him, and he only chuckles at your question. "... yes, i'm alright. i apologize for scaring you, i shall leave now." he immediately teleported out of your dorm after that.

you tilt your head curiously, questions like, "why was he acting like that?" filled your head. unbeknownst to you, blot has already begun to seep into his magic pen.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[6thhour]

Glasses

James Potter x F!Reader

Fluff

Notes: Reader wears glasses, Readers house isn’t specified, possible ooc James?, not proofread, established relationship, Reader and James kiss

This is very short but I wanted to post something, finals were kicking my arse so I went M.I.A

Word count: 772

James would never dictate what you did, and certainly not what you wore. He respected you too much, he loved you too much.

When he saw you were without your glasses at the train station, but he didn’t think much of it.

You have expressed to him before your interest in trading your frames for contacts,

But when you greeted him with a long-awaited kiss before you boarded, something was missing.

The small barely noticeable clink of your glasses on his.

It was silly, a noise really isn’t anything to get worked up over.

You walked with him to his compartment where the rest of the marauders were already seated.

“I’m going to go find the girls alright? I’ll see you after a while, love.” You said before giving him a parting kiss.

His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you walk away, still missing the sound.

It didn’t get better over the next few days, every time you and James snogged, yes he enjoyed it but he still mourned your glasses.

He couldn’t help it

Your missing frames were weighing heavily on his attitude.

James was spiraling, the only topic of conversation he could muster was about glasses, yours and frankly, the marauders were tired of it.

“The world is still spinning Prongs, something as simple as glasses shouldn’t pull this kind of reaction from you,” Sirius said, from his upside-down spot on the sofa.

“I know! It’s ridiculous!” James said with a groan.

“Can’t you just ask her to put them back on?” Peter asked.

James whipped his head to look at Peter, a look of disbelief painting his face

“Pete, she chose to swap her frames for contacts and I respect that.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders dismissively

“You’ve got to be easy with birds Wormtail, she might get the wrong idea if James told her to put her glasses back on,” Sirius continued.

“Just kiss her more often, get used to her not wearing her frames,” Remus spoke, ending his silence.

James perked up at Remus's words

“You're onto something Moony.” James acknowledged, standing from his seat next to Sirius before heading upstairs to the dorms.

When James got to you he found you alone, which he silently thanked Merlin for.

“Hey sweets, what're you up to?” He greeted as he closed the door behind him

You were sitting at your desk when he came in.

“Hey Jamie, I was just looking over the syllabus for Slughorn’s class,” you said looking up at your boyfriend, a smile making its way into your face at his presence.

He strode toward you and leaned over your shoulder feigning interest in the syllabus.

He pressed a kiss on your cheek, still leaning over your shoulder then another kiss then another, each kiss grew closer and closer to your lips.

“Quite affectionate today aren’t you,” You giggled before he planted a kiss on your lips.

He kissed you breathless, over and over again like he was trying to prove something to the point your chest heaved.

“What's gotten into you, Jamie?” You asked, finally pulling away from him

James didn't answer, he only looked at you, his glasses were slightly fogged up and his eyebrows were knitted together.

He was looking at your eyes but he wasn't making eye contact, it was more like he was looking around your eyes.

“James? What's wrong?”

You were starting to get worried, he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

He muttered something under his breath you couldn't hear clearly

“What was that Jamie?”

He sighed again “I miss your frames…” He admitted.

“That's… a little out of the blue isn’t it?” You laugh

“I- it’s stupid but… there- there was a little clinking sound when our glasses touched when we snogged.”

James was ashamed of himself, he felt his face turning hot with embarrassment.

He stood to his full height and faced the door now which made you giggle, you got up from your seat and walked over to the trunk in front of your bed

You grabbed a small case and walked in front of your boyfriend.

He looked down at you and opened his mouth to speak but he shut it promptly when you took your glasses out of the case in your hand and placed them over your eyes.

A wide toothy smile adorned James' face at the sight of your glasses, the blush from embarrassment turned into adoration.

“Contacts make my eyes itchy, I was going to start wearing these again anyway.”

James cupped your face and planted multiple pecks on your lips.

A clink accompanied every press of his lips to yours.

[yestrday]

( passive su*cidal tendencies, slow-burn yandere, mydei insulting u??!?, cooould be a bit ooc on mydei's part, dead-inside reader )

thinking about... yandere! phainon and yandere! mydei having lost your affection and trust.

ever since the three of your crossed paths under the great tree of cerces, you had always shared a strong bond despite your many differences. people could understand mydei and phainon, who despite being on the opposite ends of the temper scale, were both great warriors that bore the prophecy of the chrysos heir. but they could not comprehend their attachment to you, a mere scholar under nousporism.

you don't understand it yourself, but you were happy for their affection nonetheless. you didn't mind being tended to by two handsome scholars, even if the questioning stares made you uncomfortable. but the chrysos heir journey is arduous, and you had always insisted that they focus on that rather than you, which had always received complaints from them. that is, until they finally heeded your words.

you're not that familiar with chrysos heir business, but you had assumed they had stopped talking to you because they were busy with their work. it's okay— so were you. but that didn't stop you sending letters to okhema in hopes of knowing about their conditions. none were replied to, and even one was sent back to you after being... rejected.

you bit the inside of your lip, looking down at the wax-sealed letter in your hands. that's... okay. maybe they didn't want anything to bother them at this moment in time.

so you eased up on the letters. but hyacine oftens go to and fro okhema and the grove for business, so you'd pass off trinkets to her to gift your friends. they may not hold the grandeur that the prince of castrum kremnos was used to, but they held your love and affection for them. alchemical products that, though not life-altering, could slightly increase their combat speed and power. you thought they enjoyed it, seeing as hyacine had always told you they received it, till one day the cleric came back to the grove with a scowl unfitting her gentle face.

"don't give them anymore gifts!" she huffed. "they don't deserve it. they don't deserve you!"

the meaning of her words were lost on you. but that's alright. professor anaxa— er, anaxagoras has tasked you on retrieving important research references from a middleman in okhema, so you were bound to see them anyway. research is nice, but it was lonely not having the two rowdy boys around to brighten up your life. surely they must have missed you as well—!

"o- oh, you're here?" phainon looks surprised, but not pleasantly. he awkwardly shifts his weight from his right leg to the left, scratching his back. "i thought you had some research at the grove to do...?"

you do, but this is not how friends who haven't met in a long time greet each other. still, you carry the conversation with forced lightheartedness, if for the sake of maintaining civility. you watch as phainon soon cuts off the conversation short and scurries off, dejection laying heavily on your heart.

you go out of your way to see mydei. he's not the type to be mingling with the crowd like phainon does, so you try and catch him training with the other kremnoan soldiers. you're happy to see him, but you soon grow timid when he approaches you with a scowl. mydei has always been unapproachable but not with you... before.

"you shouldn't be here," is the first thing he says when he's finally standing in front of you. now you understand why people keep their distance, because never have you felt more scared for your safety than you are now standing in front of him.

"professor anaxas sent me on an errand and i– i..." your words falter, now feeling stupid when you're clearly unwanted here. "i... wanted to see you." you watch as his face shifts slightly, before going back to its usual state.

"well, finish it and go back."

your face burns as you watch the nearby kremoans stare at you and whisper to each other. some of them assume that you're some whelp wanting to seek a bed with their prince and shame settles so deep in your stomach that you feel like throwing up. maybe... maybe mydei is just having a bad day. surly and grouchy as he is, mydei would never brush off you like that. and phainon probably had a prior arrangement to attend to, being a chrysos heir and all that. surely after things have settled you three can chat and laugh over cups of coffee.

"nikador's blood, you really don't get it do you!" phainon is trying to stop mydei, but he's towering over you with the angriest look you've ever seen on him. "when i say you go back, you go back!"

"mydei, that's enough," phainon pleads. "they're hurt and bleeding badly. now isn't the time—"

the prince ignores him, doubling down on his words as he continues, "instead you go running off trying to save some kids when you can't even save yourself!" you can barely hear anything, the lack of blood is making your head faint, but the only pain you can feel is the squeezing in your chest. "for titan's sake, [y. name], must you always be this stubborn!"

"mydei—"

"go back to the grove, [y. name], and never come back here." mydei glowers at you from above, the blood on his body and the glowing ire in his eyes making him look madder than the titans. "i already have to shoulder the weight of an entire city. i don't need another burden."

you haven't registered that you've started crying until you realize that mydei's retreating form is blurred by your tears. phainon only sighs and shakes his head. mydei perhaps might have turned his back on you, but phainon, the flawless chrysos heir, surely he wouldn't—!

"i'm sorry [y. name]," he whispers, regret in his voice. his smile is soft as he wipes away your tears. "he was rude about it, but mydei's right. you should go back. it's safer in the grove."

"safer in the grove, or because i'm just a burden?" you bite, spite yet heartbreak in your voice. phainon looks taken aback, never having heard you talk with such bitterness before. he looks torn up about it, but he doesn't answer. he smiles that awkward smile again and calls over a medic to help you with your wounds. soon, he joins mydei's body in the distance.

you can't even see them anymore, sight too blurred by the torrent of tears.

the grove has been attacked by the black tide. professor anaxas has been missing in action ever since and so have you, his dear student who’s been with him ever since. that was the first news they’ve had of you in a long while.

phainon is worried. he’s been asking the survivors about your whereabouts ever since they sought refuge in okhema. they've always been fond of you, saying that anaxas didn't deserve having a student so soft-hearted and understanding, but today their faces twist uncomfortably at the mention of you. they recount how you've evacuated them out of the grove and they're grateful for that but...

"you've been best friends ever since, right, my boy?" a senior researcher tugs on the hero's sleeve. "if they ever come back, please help that poor child... they begin to resemble their mentor more and more everyday and, well." phainon is eager to rush to the grove, to find you and puzzled about the senior's warning. aglaea sends the trailblazer, castorice, and trianne instead, and so he's forced to play the waiting game and wonder what might be going on with you.

the trio come back from the grove with anaxas but no one else. hours later, hyacine rushes past him with a team of medics, pushing someone on a gurney. it doesn't take him a second before he recognizes the face beneath all that blood. how could he, when that was the same face crying for him and mydei all those years ago?

phainon and mydei (after being near-tackled by the panicked deliverer) rush to the place where you're being held. hyacine and a doctor is performing vital surgery on you, so they wait the long arduous hours outside your room pacing back and forth and barely saying anything. phainon watches mydei's face go from barely restrained anger to regret to quiet self-loathing as he finally stops pacing around and defeatedly slump on the seat.

hyacine finally comes out from the room, looking exhausted. hyacine's anger at them has simmered quickly— she's not the type hold grudges, after all— but she still looks hesitant to let them in. working with you closely, she knows better than anyone about the rift between the three of you. but looking at their desperate faces, she sighs and holds the door open. she only a mutters a plea to be kind to the patient, before leaving and taking a well-deserved nap.

mydei enters the room with the intent to keep you a piece of his mind until he sets his eyes on you. you look near-dead, like a walking corpse, and possibly... insane? rather than eating the porridge set for you, you're busy scribbling in your notebook. you're deeply invested in whatever you're writing, muttering incomprehensible and inane things to yourself. phainon tamps down the rising alarm within him. professor anaxas always holds himself to a high degree of self-confidence and collection, so your haggard looks can hardly be compared to him... but he can see it. that dangerous obsession with research, tiptoeing the line of self-harm...

he clears his throat. "[y. name]," he softly calls out. you flick your eyes to them and he flinches at how you don't even bother to hide your annoyance at being disturbed. he's never seen you look so... bleak. you were always shining in his eyes, full of curiousity and eager to purse the new and wonderful. "are... are you okay?"

you let out a noncommital grunt and go back to writing. it's a heavily bookmarked journal with loose paper peeking out. the two warriors watch in silence as you continue on, obviously ignoring them. mydei clicks his tongue.

"say something," he demands of you, coming out gruffer than he intended. it's hard, but he has to remind himself that you just survived a near-death experience. you sigh and put down the journal for good.

"i'm okay, my lords." dry and sarcastic, you look like you'd rather do anything than be talking to them. "thank you for paying attention to a mere researcher like me." you jut a thumb to the door. "now, exit's that way."

phainon looks like he's been stabbed in the gut. "[y. name], i know we've hurt you, but still—"

you crack a dry smile. "hurt? why would the chrysos heirs ever hurt me?" you look like you're thoroughly amused by your own act, while phainon and mydei look like they can barely control themselves. "so long as the flame-chase journey continues, you are heros who protect our homeland. how could you possibly hurt me in anyway?"

you've certainly inherited your professor's backhanded compliments, phainon thinks, but mydei grits his teeth and steps toward you. "cut this act," mydei snaps. "what the hell has gotten into you? we're here because we're worried and you just...!"

"snub you? disregard you?" you offer, smiling ruefully. "oh gee, wonder how that feels."

"we were doing it to protect you—"

"let's not mince words here, son of gorgo. we all know i'm just a burden for you heroes, i've long come to terms with it. now—" you pick the journal back up and give them a pointed stare. "— i have observations to write."

mydei clenches his fist and grits his teeth. there is a moment of hesitation, certainly not satisfied with this conversation, but he throws you a glare and stomps out of the room. phainon, meanwhile, stands still. he looks at you with the face you used to cherish, soft and boyish yet matured at the same time. "... [y. name]," he calls your name again, sweetly like the ones in your memories. "what... what happened to you?"

you don't even bother smiling anymore, staring back at him with those discompassionate eyes. the answer is reflected in them.

"do they not understand anything at all?!" mydei's voice booms throughout their private bath. the golden-haired prince always seems angry, but today he is furious. "they've always been the weakest one out of us three. they're not even a chrysos heir! it makes sense that we protect them!"

"we... we were too harsh on them," phainon says, thinking back on the day they turned their back on you. "we said all those awful stuff. even declined their gifts. it... it makes sense that they were hurt."

mydei scowls. despite it not being in his nature, he always made a point to exercise patience with civillians, but you just seem to drive him insane. "scholar," he scoffs. "they should be smart enough to figure it out on their own. the council of elders are on our every move and things could get worse if we continue fraternizing with them. can't they see that?!"

it's times like these that phainon is reminded how different the two of them are. mydei expects due diligence and perfection from you, while phainon is eager to claw his way back to your side. he furrows his brow and stands. "i'm going to apologize," he announces resolutely. "even if i have to beg on my knees. i didn't want any of this to happen in the first place."

"i knew you were pathetic, deliverer, but not like this." mydei stares disapprovingly at him from across the room. "don't you have any shame?"

"can't you see!" phainon's voice grows louder. "look at them! don't you know what the other scholars are saying? they grow more and more like the profesor each day, their experiments are near-fatal, heck, they don't even look alive!" his blue eyes waver as the picture of your gauntness passes him. "how can you just stand there and let it be!"

"because every day for the past years i've been training and honing myself so that no harm could come their way," mydei snarls, approaching phainon. his friend glares back at him as the two men meet face to face, not willing to back down from anther. "while you've been sighing and daydreaming about them this entire time. all this was for them."

"and yet they nearly died," phainon spits right back. "some protector you are, prince."

stubborn and prideful like the young men that they are, it takes more than a few moments before mydei's face softens and he backs down, turning away from phainon. "i'm not apologizing. grovel all you want, but i don't care. i did nothing wrong." phainon's face contorts back to anger and he opens his mouth before the prince cuts him off. "i've done everything i can these past few years to protect the grove and in turn them. this black tide was an oversight on my part, but i've protected them to the fullest extent that i can."

"and i know you have too." mydei turns to phainon. "i know the secret talks you've been having with those council of elders' lackeys. you persuade them to avoid the grove. you deter them from ever looking into [y. name]. you protect them in ways i can't."

"... they'll never understand. not now. not after what we've done."

"no," mydei admits. "and yet for all the protection we've done, they've still gone and gotten themselves in trouble. if not the black tide then this near-suicidal tendencies they exhibit."

they call mydei a prince bathed in blood. history books talk of the cruel and oppressive traitor who heartlessly murdered his father. phainon has never once seen this side of him before... except now.

mydei looks downright tyrannical.

"you agree, phainon, don't you?" mused the prince, golden eyes awaiting his agreement. "they can't be trusted with themselves."

phainon swallows the dryness in his throat. "they hate us now."

"like they said, we're chrysos heirs. it's in our nature to get what we want." red crystals form on the palm of the kremnoan, sculpting themselves into a carving of his desire. "i know you're not daft. we've known this for a long time, you and i."

he stretches out his palm. a cage of blood red. phainon averts his eye.

"come, deliverer. i've always liked that greedy part of you."

[daylighted]

dean winchester x angel!reader — innocence is a virtue.

or, how on earth is he supposed to corrupt you? you? or, dean's newest passenger princess is killing him slowly and violently.

cw, fluff but with sexual elements. mostly fluffy though. reckless driving DO NOTTT do this!! professionals only!! dirty minded!dean. honestly just horny!dean really. innuendos galore.

word count : 2.9k

notes, guys can i be so honest i have not even gotten to the seasons where angels come into spn. this is all based on the lil bits n pieces i know of the future stuff ok. ik i'm a fraud but BE GENTLE IF IT'S OOC OR ANYTHING < /3

req. by anon & in honor of kas's dean & angel fics bc i LOVEEE them

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dean, honestly, had never met someone quite like you. when he'd told cas in passing that he was about the most naive, innocent thing he'd ever met, all he did was give him one of those looks he reserved only for dean. he thought, then, that it was just because he was being a bit of a shithead, and cas was telling him without telling him so.

very quickly, he found out how wrong he was about both of his assessments.

the day you came down to earth and graced everyone, literally, with your presence, dean was smitten. never before had he met someone so sweet. so honestly pure. until you, he thought that purity was nothing but an ideology based on impossible feats. a pipe dream and a half for the faithful. no, the reality was that he just hadn't met you yet.

sam was pouring himself into research, too focused to realize that dean was all but whittling away in his starvation, so when he offered to go grab some cheap shit from the diner a few minutes from the motel, all he got in response was a mumble of agreement and a wave of his hand from him.

but you, who'd been sitting on the motel bed, stiff as if you had something stuck up your ass holding you in place, turned to him and asked to come with. that struck dean off kilter immediately, because he hadn't been asked for anything in a long ass while. sam just usually assumed he'd be writing shotgun wherever they went. john — no, he'd never ask his son anything, usually buried that sentiment in harsh demands and orders. cas asked him lots of questions, but permission was not often one of them.

and when he looked at you, read over your features and saw the genuineness in your wide, expectant eyes... god, how could he say no?

so you sat there in the passenger seat. dean had to buckle you in with a joke that flew right over your head — another joke you would not get, even though he was fucking killing it with them right now — about not wanting to send you flying if they got into a wreck.

you proceeded to unbuckle and buckle and unbuckle again a few times, seemingly fascinated with the click of the mechanism. dean wanted to be annoyed. genuinely. if sam had started pulling this shit, dean would have pulled over and drove a few feet ahead as a warning to cut it the fuck out.

but with you, it was adorable in its own right. god, it was! somehow it surprised you, every time it clicked, even if you'd already done it eight times. like, how did anyone expect him to get pissy at you when you were doing those sharp, surprised gasps every few seconds? a few more times and he'd be pulling over to give you something to gasp at, he thought idly.

and then winced, scrunching up his face, when he realized how deep in the gutter his head was. no, he wouldn't touch you. wouldn't even try to plant that idea in your pretty little head.

dean didn't want to corrupt you. if there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he wanted to keep that pretty little head as clear as his nose was, alright? he wasn't going to be the one to break you into what this world was, its hardships and its cruelties — and its more deviant pleasures.

but fuck, you made it so hard to keep his head straight.

you did this thing, he realized too, on that silent, clicky drive, where you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth when you were in deep thought. thought about what, fuck if he knew, because if you said something to him in the moments that he watched you do it, he'd never know. he was watching your mouth but not to listen.

dean was about to start reprimanding himself in his head, for what must have been the third time already, when you said something, nearly making him slam on the brakes in his surprise.

"how are you doing this?" you asked, as if that wasn't the vaguest question he'd heard in his entire life.

dean blinked a couple of times as he waited for elaboration that never came. he switched hands on the steering wheel, resting his right loosely over the gearstick. "doing..." he trailed off, shaking his head slowly in a gesture to make you keep talking, "what, exactly?"

you did not catch the hint, and he was probably a fool for expecting you to. it took a few more seconds of you staring very intently at his thighs for you to speak up, and by then, he was fucking squirming in his leather seat, trying to not let it get to either of his heads that you were so blatantly staring at his dick.

"this," you answered, twinges of frustration evident in your tone. he couldn't blame you. he was getting frustrated in this car ride, too. "making it move."

christ. he was going to hell. he was going to hell again, this time because of his own drifting thoughts.

"you're gonna have to be a little more clear, dove," he managed through his teeth, voice strained, "'cause i don't think we are on the same train of thought right now."

another blink, and another few seconds pass. your hand shot up in his direction and he flinched, honestly flinched, convinced from the filthy thoughts circling in his head that you were about to grab him by the—

"this," you repeated, and he almost bristled at the attitude, almost told you off about virtues or whatever, when he finally got it. your arm stuck out in gesture to his legs, which pushed the gas pedal and rested against the doorframe, as he drove.

dean closed his eyes briefly, metaphorically swapping his metaphorical wrist for his headspace. he was not, was not, the person that should be introducing you to this world.

dean shifted again, bringing his left leg closer to the leather seat as he readjusted into more of a comfortable position. he hadn't even realized how tense he'd gotten on this short car ride until now. he was as straight backed as you were, and breathing just as slow. "driving?" he asked anyways, like an idiot.

"driving..." you repeated, like the word was as fascinating to you as the process was. "how?"

the diner sign was right there. it was teal and glowed, retro in style, announcing benny's bistro as open.

he drove past it.

dean knew that you did not sign up for a driver's ed course with him with your question, knew even more that he was risking his baby for a pathetic attempt at flirting with someone who did not even know the definition of the word, but to hell with it. you'd asked to come along with him, and therefore placed yourself in his hands for his guidance. the least he could do was make some sort of effort, couldn't he?

"c'mere," he grumbled once he'd pulled baby off into an unassuming back road, parking it dead in the center. you'd need all the open space. he patted his spread thighs a couple of times.

your stupidly pretty pink lips sucked into your stupidly straight teeth. fuck. "why?"

"just—" he cut himself off when he realized he was about to get snippy. you didn't deserve snippy. he was just hungry and horny and you were pretty and he was...

he was pathetic. looking for reasons to get you into his lap. he'd already been to hell, what are they gonna do, drag him back by his ear?

"just do it," dean finished on a sigh, his hand dropping to the front of his leather seat, grabbing the handle and shoving the seat back as far as it could go. there you were, staring at his dick again, making him feel hotter and more bothered.

he felt his heart stop solidly in his chest when you started to climb over the middle console, so oblivious to the faceful of ass he was getting. dean was practically praying to god at that point. he knew he'd been a shit until then, and definitely a sinner by every means, but if he could grant him a little fucking strength—

you plopped your happy little ass right between his muscular, jean-clad thighs. you were warm, was his first thought. he was screwed, was his second.

"what now?" you asked him, that innocent lilt to your voice as you did, and he felt like a dirty little freak for wanting to bend you over the steering wheel moments before ( who was he kidding? for still wanting to bend you over the steering wheel ).

dean took both of your hands and placed them on the steering wheel. once he'd closed your fingers around the wheel, he dropped his hands to your thighs.

"this one," he patted the left one, and nearly went molten behind you, when you lifted that thigh and placed it on his palm. "nuh uh," he tried to lightly correct, "this one you don't use. jus' keep it out of the way." dean's voice was strained in his ears, in his throat.

you slipped your thigh out of his grasp, pressing it up against the inner of his own thigh, your foot tucked around his ankle. you were so trusting and compliant. he was so, so screwed, and so, so awful for thinking about breaking that sweet naivety.

"this one," he said, patting your right thigh, and when you didn't move it this time, he smiled, just a little, to himself. "you use to make it move."

the flush on your cheeks that followed his tease was so damn pretty it took his breath away.

he lifted his leg, not able to reach the pedals with you sat between them and his seat all the way back. he pointed his boot at the left pedal, knowing you were watching each of his movements intently. "that's the stop pedal. push it down to stop." he repeated the process he'd done with your legs, boot pointing at the right pedal as he explained it. "that's the ignition."

pause.

"that's the go," he corrected, sparing you any momentary confusion and any more questions, he hoped. dean could not keep sitting here idle with you between his legs. "makes the car drive. harder you push, faster it goes."

hell, hell, hell. he wasn't going to hell, because he was already in it, strung up and burning.

"i'll handle the gears," he added quickly, when he caught your head turning downward to the shift stick. "don't wanna overwhelm that pretty little head of yours, dove, with too much at once."

dean rested his right hand on the gear stick, his left hand gripping the handle on the driver's door for dear life. he needed the support; you were driving him up a wall with his claws out, and you were about to be driving him. driving his baby. it took a lot of coaxing from sam for dean to let sam behind the wheel. all you did was ask how do you make it move? and he was letting you drive.

you. who did not even know what a car was. who was learning how to drive literally that moment.

god help him. he'd prayed more in this fifteen minute drive than he had in years.

you pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car revved all pretty and loud. dean watched with bated breath as the response to your efforts registered in your head, the way your eyes lit up in that curious glimmer, the fucking teeth biting on your lip.

once you let up, he pushed on the gear stick's release, and tugged it down from park to drive. the car slowly began to move down the dirt path.

you slammed the brakes so hard that his head knocked into the back of your shoulders. "fuck, dove, gentle."

and you were, when you shifted your foot over to the gas pedal again. you pushed it down on it tentatively, the car starting to glide down the dirt road, the sound of pebbles grinding beneath the tires.

"better," he mumbled in your ear, leant forward to keep his eyes on the windshield. it's not that he didn't trust you, he just... yeah, he didn't trust you. "just like that, dove."

the praise, though, goes in one ear and out the other, because the gentle ease of baby's tires along the road is interrupted by you slamming the gas. the tires squeal. clouds of dirt and dust puff out from behind the car as it takes off.

dean's heart went from in his ass to in his throat in a manner of a second. "whoa, whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed, a nervous laughter bubbling out of his throat. "slower, slower, will ya? crashin' in the middle of nowhere is the last—"

you hit the brakes again, still hard but less this time. just enough to send his head knocking into your shoulder again as the car slowed.

slowed, but still headed toward the ditch. "right, see your hands?" he asked, chin nuzzling into the plush spot between your neck and your shoulder so he could see better. "twist 'em. nice n' gentle for me, to your left, yeah, good girl. makes the whole car move, yeah? jus' keep it on the dirt, not off "

you follow his instructions, and dean feels a swell of pride at this. maybe he should have gone into driver's ed or some shit. he was a good ass teacher.

"like this?" you asked, drawing him out of his self glazing. your voice, soft and hesitant, breathless with your excitement, has his chest heaving.

"yeah, dove, jus' like that," he rasped, his left hand moving from the doorframe to rest where your thigh met your hips. the car kept its slow pace down the long dirt road, and for the first time since you'd gotten your hands on the wheel, his heart doesn't feel like it's pounding in his throat. "no, no, don't stop. keep goin', you're doing so good for me."

his phone starts to buzz in his pocket, and like that, his self indulgent driver's ed lesson comes to a screeching halt. "you jus' keep on going like this, alright?" he asked you, patting your hip with his hand before he reluctantly let go.

he definitely answered the phone with more attitude than necessary. couldn't help it. he was having a great time. "what, sam?"

"everything alright?" sam asked, and then dean felt like a prickhead for giving him shit at all. "s'been thirty minutes."

dean sighed, his eyes lifting again to look out the front windshield. a stop sign was quickly approaching, and you didn't even need his guidance for that. you were slowing to a stop all on your own. he was so fucking proud, it was sick. "all good. long line at the burger place."

it was dead empty, four miles back.

"we'll be back in a few, alright? chew on one of your books or somethin' while you wait, make 'em useful."

"dean—"

he hung up before he could hear sam's sighed response.

his hand fell to your waist again, squeezing lightly to stop you from lifting your foot off of the brake just yet. "play time's over. calvary's callin' us back."

dean pushed the gear stick into park again before he moved both of his hands to your hips, helping guide you back into the passenger seat.

he adjusted the seat again, his hands finding their typical place on the wheel. he did a very illegal u-turn at the four-way intersection and headed back down the road that you'd driven him down.

"have fun?" he asked after a beat, eyes flicking over to see you. you looked so pretty in the orange glow of the sunset, your face lit up in deep gold.

you turned to meet his eyes, and he had to look away quickly, the bright glimmer of adrenaline in them knocking all the wind out of him. "yes."

"good." dean meant it. there were so few things he'd risk everything for, but that toothy smile of yours jumped to the top of that list.

"dean?" your voice rung out again, earning him another glance your way in acknowledgement. "what part of the car was in my back the whole time?"

dean faltered, eyes blinking in a bout of surprise and lips parting, searching for a response he did not have. his eyes dropped down to his lap for a second, dread and embarrassment pooling like ice water in his stomach at what he hoped wasn't— yeah. yeah, it was.

"i dunno, dove," he mumbled through his teeth, staring straight ahead, fingers tapping on the steering wheel, doing basically anything to not meet that curious look of yours. especially knowing you'd have your lip in your teeth all over again. "might have t'take it to the shop, while we're in town... get it checked out or somethin'..."

he was so damn screwed.

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