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[gloopyy]

SIR YES SIR‼️ STANDING FOR THE FAG SIR 🫡

[tarta-de-limon]

Day Two: Circus!

What better than a bedtime story? It'll send even the most stubborn kid to sleep! The best part? Those are real stories!

To be honest I just like how it looks when you zoom in and swipe it to the circus side. It looks like a cool transition.

I was too ambitious 😭, i feel like this took me FOREVER! The lineart really took me SO LONG, and the coloring? I wanted to be OVER WITH IT, BUT NOW I LOOK AT IT AND I'M SUPER HAPPY ABOUT IT.

ABout the hand. YES, I KNOW IT'S TOO INTO THE RIGHT, and I tried to correct it, but I couldn't because the layers were already fused together 😔

SpeedPaint! But just in here, because I really wanted to show how much I struggled 😭😭😭‼️

[forsaken-headcanons]

glances around. okay... coast clear...

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(and most importantly don't say we told y'all to do it ok. shhhh)

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

MY NAME IS. BRUTUS.

Damn fourth fic of the day, yeah? Why am I listening to these music while writing? Idk. But let me do my thing ‼️‼️ P.S. All this while it was 5pm in the evening too🙏

Gender Neutral reader

Genre: as you can tell with many others in the singer!reader au posts, Romantic.

Involvement: Main cast

Warnings?: cussy [yk what time it is ‼️‼️], comedy cus I can't live without it, if you see mistakes I'm probably half brain-dead for not noticing it, OOC[just in case], and uhmmm other things idk help me I'm multi-tasking through apps [texting my friends in whatsapp, TikTok, going back to Tumblr, and random ass research that has nothing to do with any of my works 🙏‼️], idk what else to add.

Ayeee shoutout to @sparklybasementcherryblossom

Thank you for reminding me I had this in my playlist!!!

So you see, you've been getting popular recently... but who cares? You're actually getting paid for it so, Letts cook up another one ‼️‼️‼️

And you thought of one thing.

Brutus...

Oh, that name. With so much envy driven into madness. Yes. That one.

You are going to have so much fun with this.

For the next performance.

They have no idea what's coming for them.

You've already set up the stage, and set in the camera for streaming. You've already had a few people in your otherworldly band, so you were happy to do more.

☆~~———~~☆

You've set up the play, it was like everything before, everyone had sat down to see the play, you had new additions for this music, though.

Because it's gonna get loud.

Riddle, Ace, Deuce, and Trey all sat in front since yk, they're your first friends in a dorm?? And so on with Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia[tablet], Ortho, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, and who else could be companions of yours.

You've started it.

Now they'll hear it.

The music begins...

It went silent before it got louder and louder.

You hear the chorus of women, humming, singing random incoherent words.

And no one fucking understands.

The beats sounds heavy, like any other songs you've recently played, but this one has something, unspoken, heavy, feeling.

I've been watching him for my entire life,

I hate the air he breathes,

his foolish decrees,

His words so contrived

And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside,

They hang on every breath,

Cling to his chest,

Home to his heart full of pride.

Whoa, now that was a surprising start, your voice seemed exhausted, angry in a way. It's like speaking through your teeth with unbridled rage.

The oracle told him to beware of the Ides,

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing,

For an untimely death or demise.

You've spat out those words like venom.

DAMN. Right off the bat?? Chill [Name]! Ruggie would've been scared if it weren't it being a music play.

Or am I just wishing just wishing I could be like you?

That the people would see me too as a poet,

And not just the muse.

The envy in your voice pours out for everyone to see.

Rook was wondering if it was pointing to him...

Vil felt a strange feeling of Deja vú.

Oh, it's not true,

I don't wish harm upon you,

You reassured in a mocking way.

Riddle was thinking on what the implications might be... Trey was attentively listening, could you be envious as well? Cater stresmed again, in a more hushed tone.

From birth,

We've been like brothers of different mothers,

within the spirit of the same womb,

May the Gods strike me down if I forsake you,

You sounded desperate, in what way, though?

Frater Meus, you're beautifully made,

And to you,

I'm forever grateful.

I'll never forget that you showed me to make art,

And I know the love you showed me came,

From a pure and noble heart.

Okay... weird thing to say when you literally wished for someone's death...

Idia seemed interested, Ortho likes the emotions put into this, Malleus is wondering why your singing all the time, Vil explained its a form of expression.

I love you,

And if you want, I'll call you king.

You said in a hushed tone.

All are listening closely like a secret being told

But why do I lie awake each night thinking,

"Instead of you, it should be me"?

Jamil looks at you like you've hit amnesia, no shit???

Something wicked this way comes,

And as I set to face it,

I'm unsure.

Should I embrace it, should I run?

The words weigh heavy, lingering in the air, crashing down in suffocation.

What motivates me?

Hatred? Is it love?

What's more wrong:

That I too wish to be great

Or,

My mother wished she'd had a son?

Your voice grows frantic, in a desperate dance.

Everyone is worried on the implications of what it could've meant, jealousy.

You gasp.

And even if I can't be the one,

Maybe I could at least help

Make way for him,

Until the day that he comes?

In a crazed manner, your expression was manic.

Maybe my name could also be known,

That I helped return good to the people,

And restored greatness to Rome?!

You raised your voice slightly.

Making some flinch in surprise.

A chant of 'Brutus' in the background.

A scene of Brutus killing the man she envied.

MY NAME IS BRUTUS,

AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY,

SO WITH A HEAVY HEART,

I'LL GUIDE THIS DAGGER INTO THE HEART OF MY ENEMY.

Oh! Uhm...

MY WHOLE LIFE,

YOU WERE A TEACHER AND A FRIEND TO ME,

PLEASE KNOW THAT MY ACTIONS ARE NOT ONLY MOTIVATED ONLY BY,

ENVY.

I, TOO, HAVE A DESTINY, THIS DEATH WILL BE ART!

Your voice grew louder and louder, enough to awake the sleeping students.

THE PEOPLE WILL SPEAK OF THIS DAY,

FROM NEAR TO AFAR!

THIS EVENT WILL BE HISTORY,

AND I'LL BE GREAT TOO,

I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE,

I WANT TO BE YOU...!

The intensity of your voice increases, never ceases. The envy boiling in your tone like a forbidden spell not to be chanted.

The audience is left hypnotized with its intense tones and harsh words, it's like sharpening knives grazed on their ears.

I always knew I could be the one,

Though, I feel the endless pain of being,

And I am scorched by the sun.

What.

-Malleus, probably.

Of humble origins,

And born of the cursed sex,

My name is Brutus,

But the people will call me Rex.

Hushed out a voice from the last verse, a rasp sound in the throat.

The women hum and chant in incoherent voices.

The music ends.

Well done.

The audience was quiet, then finally.

"Wooo! That was amazing!!" Epel yelled.

Everyone erupted into an applause.

You're talented, [Name]. No matter what it is your good at, whether your confident or not.

You'll be recognized by the others.

The End.

OOUUFF DONEEE!!!

Enjoy !!! :>

[dietmountainndeww]

YES‼️‼️

[urgardenandmine]

good little boy ❆ [the finale] - s. park

summary: sunghoon and you get acquainted in the bedroom ⚠️‼️WARNING: you and sunghoon be making a baby⚠️‼️ genre: SMUT (rushed because i am tired but yes!)/literally porn with like SO much plot pairing: m!reader x park sunghoon word count: 3.6K part one/two here!

seeing him gaze at you from the end of his table, your eyes could sense a sliver of…deviousness radiating from his smile. you had heard the many tales of the sunghoon park, the man who was a legacy in this college and had a reputation for being quite the ladies man. as well as that, he had some high and mighty sense of self, being almost adored by all (or whoever his parents could bribe and whichever girl he could make squirt). looking up from your packet, you scoffed to yourself as you moved your eyes back to the words on the pages, having more interest in the idea of how moby dick was a “fascist” book rather than the idea of some fuckboy looking at you.

scooting himself from the oak table, sunghoon had gotten up slyly and made his way towards you. his walk was one of such grace and elegance, yet it had such a heavy energy to it. as the college golden boy soon reached your table, his slender fingers had graced their presence along the other oak table, his fingertips reaching first to steady himself as he loomed over you. seeing the man in front of you, your eyes had gazed up to see him eyeing you. there it was. that devious smile that made your stomach churn. you weren’t sure if it was out of annoyance, whether it was good or bad but it was something…

your hand had reached your earbud, tilting your head to the side as it gently plopped out. clearing your throat, your eyes then traveled back to your packet as you had spoken in a hushed manner.

“what.” you stated bluntly, not having any time for pleasantries as you continued to read the silly textbook. did anyone really have any beef on a book about a whale? 

sunghoon licked his lips, soon leaning forward to you as he brought one hand and lowered the thick packet in your hand as he smirked at you, his eyes never leaving your [e/c] one. it was an odd sensation, having him look at you so intently. you could feel yourself be pulled in yet you couldn’t give in. i mean, all he is is just a pretty boy, right?

sunghoon chuckled, the sound of the man’s small laugh having an undertone of one of some mastermind planned he concocted, obviously seeping through. soon slinking over to the chair beside you, he had pulled it out as he hopped in the seat, his mind racing at the idea of playing with you polluting his thoughts. looking at you, he could feel his heart almost race as he felt hotter, his body reacting with reaching his prey and fulfilling his desires. leaning close to your ear, sunghoon’s hot breath had caused you to tense up, feeling a shiver crawl it’s way up your spine.

“i saw that little video about you, [yn].” sunghoon teased, his hand running up to ruffle his fluffy black hair. hearing the words leave his mouth, you tensed up further. if he hadn’t known any better, you had become a statue right here in this musty library. as your eyes scanned his face, evident of panic, sunghoon smiled a crooked smile, leaning close as he grabbed your chin, pulling you out of your panicked thinking.

“relax, darling. i don’t care for faggotry shit, i mean we all need to cum once in a while.” sunghoon growled softly, his grip on your chin tightening as he pulled you closer to his face. your lips were almost an inch away, making his heart race as he could feel your breath on his soft, pink lips. he had to stop himself right then and there from unzipping and undoing his slacks, wanting to shove your pretty mouth on his growing hard on. 

regaining his composure, sunghoon had gently “threw you back,” his hand shoving at you to now create the distance as from before. dusting off his hands as he leaned back in the rickety wooden chair, the taller man crossing his arms as he examined your face. losing your panicked expression, he had noticed the small anger you were beginning to feel as he saw your eyebrows furrow. 

“god, i wanna fuck him so hard.” the man thought, biting on his lower lip as his eyes scanned you, as if he had a metal detector in his hand and he was trying to find any contraband. the way he was looking at you, he was practically lasering off the buttons on your pants and unzipping them. it was as if he was starving and he had been released in an all-you-can-eat buffet. rolling your eyes, you began to pack up your things. i mean, was he just here to tease you? and you didn’t have to take this. people had already spread rumors of you being sexually active which didn’t matter much. as sunghoon said, every needed to let go in a while. only issue you had was that people had seen the video of you.

as your hand reached for your pikachu pencil pouch, a hand was soon placed on your back and ran down to your waist, causing you to whip your head to the one who was touching you. with your head turned, you were now watching a very, very hungry sunghoon. his brown eyes were all over you. the way his eyes made their way down from your lips down to your soft and round ass. you could hear the blood rush to his dick, almost shooting up like a rocket. squinting your eyes, feeling somewhat annoyed, you jerked away, glaring a hole into his head. “what do you want?” you pushed, lips pursing in a thin line as he lifted his hand off you, raising them in a feigned “surrender” pose. he licked his lips, resting his elbow on the table as he leaned his head on his hand. taking a deep breath, sunghoon then leaned forward and looked at you, his eyes scanning down to your hands. he saw they were clenched, as if you were ready to fight him. placing his free hand on yours, he released a seductive and deep growl in the back of his throat. “what i want…is to fuck that sweet little hole of yours. and you know if i don’t get my way, i can be very…persistent.” he breathed harshly, his words meeting your lips as he then retracted slowly. sitting up, he smirked at you as he then got up. looking down at your shocked face, sunghoon cupped your cheek as he then rubbed your cheek with his calloused thumb. 

“follow me to the dorms near the art department, room A203. just like…don’t follow me too closely.”

“...since when did you have a dorm here?”

“is that…even necessary?” he asked, his confusion plastered on his face. thinking for a moment, you blushed as you let your inquisitive self slip out, to which earned him a soft smile. sighing, sunghoon then walked off. opening your mouth to speak, you realized you would have to shout a bit for your words to reach his ear and remembering you were in a library, that was just ill-mannered. shoving all your books and whatever scattered pencils and pens were skewed on the wooden desk. 

rushing out, you soon had made your way out of the dusty library, you could see the figure of the sunghoon park just make his way down the walkway. he was dressed in his usual rich boy clothes of a pastel yellow cashmere sweater with grey baggy wide slacks. the pants had held snugly onto his waist, which made you drool a bit. though, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you held tightly onto your backpack straps. feeling the nylon straps pull you back to earth, you followed the man who had a hidden agenda.

after what felt to be an hour walk (realistically like thirty minutes), you had made it to the dorms and soon stepped into the hallway of the second floor. seeing sunghoon lean against the door, he licked his lips as he saw you trudge to the door, clutching your backpack with your head and eyes glued onto him. he smiled an animalistic smile, almost as if he was ready to pounce then and there. as your sneakered feet made their way to the tan door, you had heard sunghoon humming a song to himself. listening, the tune was the song you had been listening to on repeat for a week from the favorite band you listened to. shooting him a quick glance, you were surprised he had known of such a small band. 

opening the door with keys he had fished from his pocket, he then pushed the door open slowly to reveal a very sadly under-decorated dorm. it was as if the people had just moved in. stepping into it, you looked back at him as he closed the door gently behind him. he leaned against the door, his back pressed against the cold wooden door. crossing his arms over his chest, sunghoon took in the sight of you. it was as if you were a lost lamb. the way your head kept turning to take in every inch of the dorm, the way your hands held tightly onto your backpack and the way your shoes shuffled around. the way you had slipped off your sneakers and tucked them into the corner of a desk that seemed fairly unused. he felt a sense of…warmth wash through. he could feel his heart clench and open again, almost as if someone had placed a hug onto it and released it to breathe in the sight of someone cute and…

cute? did sunghoon think you were cute?  he wasn’t gay whatsoever. the idea of him dating a man was just obscene, yet the idea of plowing into a man (you) was different. as he watched you immerse yourself into the room, sunghoon tossed the keys onto the desk and soon made his way towards you. slinking his arms around your waist, sunghoon began to nibble gently on your neck. flustered, you pulled away and slinked out of his grasp, slipping your backpack off and using it as a shield between you and the man who used your neck as a small piece if you were chewing gum. 

looking at the man with eyes on full alert, you could feel your cheeks and ears burning red as you set the backpack down onto the carpeted floor. it was the usual carpet pattern, the simple wheat color and soft fuzzy carpet. the kind where you could feel the small nubs of soft material hug your feet as you walked through it. seeing your guard up, sunghoon eyed you calculatingly, seeing how you’d react next. as you froze in your spot, sunghoon snickered as he sat down on the bed. the springs creaked gently as he leaned back, his arms placed behind him to prop him up.

“what are you? a virgin?” he asked teasingly, knowing the answer was well the opposite. hearing the remark made the wheels in your head turn. along with that, something else in you was turning. the sense of mockery in his voice had made you react in a way you didn’t think you would. realistically, university was big enough and people never really knew one another. the fact you knew of sunghoon had just been a small thing. now, you were in a random dorm with him and he had known of your sex tape, things seemed more…personal. this side of him felt like the usual cocky fuck buddy situation, yet it didn’t. sunghoon could’ve been honest with his intentions from the get-go and had done you in the bathroom. though, you were now in an empty dorm room (which was still confusing) and sunghoon hadn’t immediately told you to strip. granted, he did randomly kiss you which was shocking but it felt soft and tender, not sloppy and rushed.

“no. i just- i never thought you’d be into a guy.” you remarked, scratching the back of your neck as you shuffled your feet. sunghoon froze, not wanting to hear him being into a guy yet…he was. he was technically into you and he wanted to kiss every inch of you. thinking quickly on his feet, sunghoon sat up straight as he looked at you, awkwardly standing near the window. “well, i wanted to try a new flavor to taste and who to taste than the one who’s been sampled before.” sunghoon teased back. hearing that made you blush, yet it made your heart skip a bit. you had rarely met a man who kept you on your toes and never met one who had such confidence radiating off of him. looking at him, you tiptoed closer to him as he scanned you. sitting up and placing his elbows on his knees, sunghoon watched as you sat beside him. not wanting to wait anymore, you turned to him and looked at the man who had been eyeing you for almost the whole day. 

“so…what are you waiting for?” you hushed at him, not trying to smile as you couldn’t have the precious golden boy figure out you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

hearing the words leave your lips, sunghoon reached up and cupped your cheek. he didn’t know why but something about you made him want to take his time. he wanted to be gentle and make sure you were comfy. hell, he was a dick but he didn’t want to just shove it in. leaning in, sunghoon had placed a gentle kiss onto your lips, while his thumb caressed your cheek. you could feel the contrast between his roughly textured thumb. the way his hands were rough yet his lips were soft like two cotton pillows. 

as he deepened the kiss, sunghoon slowly guided you to lay on your back, making his way in-between your legs. using his waist to open your legs a bit, he had found himself snuggly in-between you. his hands soon reached behind your back and cupped your ass, squeezing tightly as he moved his way to your neck. peppering kisses, you let out soft moans as you found your hands tangled into his hair. growling softly, sunghoon then found one hand pressed between your bodies as he found his way to your zipper. tugging it down messily, he could feel his fingers cramp as he then unzipped it in one swift motion. he then unbuttoned your pants, breaking your kiss to yank them down to your ankles. 

as he slid down your body, he peppered small kisses on your stomach, then your thighs, where he buried his head in between them. his eyes looking up at you with want, the sight before him had made his heart race. the way you were quivering and the way you were gripping the bare mattress. the idea you were already such a mewling mess from just his touch alone had made him feel…predatory.

as he reached the gold mine, his tongue began to explore how your body tasted. it was sweet and salty. weirdly, he could taste the body soap you had been using, which was an apple and melon. he smirked at the flavoring of you, how you tasted so sweet yet your potty mouth was just a speaker for a song of explicit words. slurping in between your legs, you could feel how his tongue was flicking that sensitive tip, that part that was just making you shiver even more. growling, sunghoon nibbled on your thigh gently and smiled as he elicited a small yip from you. the sounds you were making, they were delicious.

sucking on his finger, sunghoon then rubbed your entrance as he looked up at you. licking his lips, he could barely contain himself as he felt his drool just drip onto your thigh as he rested his head on you. his ear pressed into your thigh and his drool dribbling down your thigh as he began to finger you ever so gently. he was a dick but he wasn’t gonna just shove it in. no, no, no sweetie. sunghoon was going to make you crumble in his hands like you were a sand castle and he was an incoming wave. 

as his finger broke passed the finger ring of your hole, sunghoon watched as you made a face of sharp pain. trying to console you and want you to relax, he kissed your thigh gently and sucked on your sensitive areas while he dribbled down some spit on his finger on it’s way out. soon, seeing you loosen slowly and open up more to him, sunghoon began to finger you a bit more faster. his rhythm had hit the exact spot, making you cover your mouth with one hand as your other hand moved to sunghoon’s head, gripping his hair. chuckling, sunghoon took that as a sign to speed up. now, he was stabbing that sweet spot that made you drip like crazy. 

seeing you come undone ever so slowly, sunghoon removed his finger and soon propped himself up on his knees. unzipping his pants, revealing his heavy dick. your eyes gravitated towards the sinking part of the bed, seeing sunghoon stroke himself as he looked down at you. blushing, you then found yourself slipping off your pants from your ankles and now, face to his leaky tip. as you breathed near it, sunghoon’s breath hitched as he reached down to your hair and scratched your head gently. looking up at him, you gulped and soon found yourself tasting him softly. he gripped your hair gently as he could feel your tongue swipe his tip gently. he smiled as you saw you close your eyes, now diving deep into the taste of him. he ran a hand through his hair, seeing how you practically latched onto him as your tongue soon reached his base, making you gag and tears appear in your eyes. being a lil’ shithead, he rocked his hips forward and he smiled at the sound of you gagging. taking this as a moment to be a small prankster, you felt his hands on the back of your neck as he cupped them and soon began to fuck your face ever so slowly. he already saw you struggling, so he didn’t want to make it any harder on you by making both of your holes sore. 

as he fucked your face gently for two minutes, sunghoon removed himself from your mouth with a small pop, as he heard you gasp for air. snickering, sunghoon leaned down and flipped you onto your back. stepping off the bed and shaking off his pants, he then walked over to now where your legs were where your head was before. crawling into the bed, he then placed himself in between your legs, lifting them to place them on his shoulders. leaning closely, sunghoon captured your lips with his own, moaning softly as he stroked himself gently and fingering you. as you felt his finger inserted into you, sunghoon relished in the feeling of how your hole twitched around his finger. he also loved the feeling of how you kept moaning into his mouth.

taking this opportunity to finally do what he wanted and what he knew you needed, sunghoon placed his tip near your hole as he soon slipped it in slowly. feeling you tighten at the sudden change in size from finger to his fat cock, sunghoon placed your legs around his waist, giving you something to squeeze as you took your time to adjust to his size. cupping your cheek, sunghoon kissed your forehead as he gazed upon your face. finding himself half-way in, he rocked his hips gently as he listened to your soft moans.

“there we go, baby~. good job, taking half of me already. such a good little fucktoy.” he whispered, feeling your legs wrap around him tighter. chuckling, sunghoon then slowly pushed the rest of him, causing you to gasp as you arched your back. gulping, you looked up at the man who was wearing a big grin on his perfect face. blushing a cherry red, you leaned up and kissed him, making him blush as well. leaning into the kiss, sunghoon slipped his tongue into your mouth as he began to pick up his thrusts. hearing you grunt and moan, sunghoon placed his hands on your waist as he held onto you tightly.

finding his pace, sunghoon began to plow into you, ignoring how you were practically singing at the top of your lungs. you covered your mouth, not wanting to be too obnoxiously loud yet he had yanked your hand away, kissing your neck and making you feel practically like you were on cloud nine. grunting, sunghoon left a hickey on your neck as he smiled. “don’t hide those sounds from me, fucking slut. tell me you want it.” “i-i want, ngh~, it!” you spat out, causing sunghoon to chuckle annoyingly as he then grabbed your wrists and placed your arms above your head. feeling smug, sunghoon’s tip began to hit your g-spot relentlessly. grunting, you began to pant as sunghoon snarled as he fucked into you like a beast. feeling it coming, you began to whine and beg as you looked up at the man. 

“f-fuck! wait! oh, god, i’m g-gonna- oh, fuck~!” 

as you exclaimed, sunghoon looked down to see your chest covered in your climax. smiling, sunghoon leaned down and kissed you harshly, soon following suit as he poured his own load into you. gasping, you tightened around him as he grunted and shoved himself deeper into you. panting, sunghoon kissed you softly before pulling away as he licked your lips. looking into his eyes, you chuckled. 

“didn’t know you were a one pump chump.” you taunted, causing sunghoon to chuckle as he then leaned close to your lips.

“that was just round one, fucker. buckle up.”

safe to say, you missed your study session with friends… 

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i am SOOOOO SOOOOOOOO SOOOOORRRRYYYYYYYY this took so long 😭😭😭 been so busy because yo bitch is now unemployed and FINALLY done with finals!!!!

it's a bit rushed because it is 4AM here and i wanted to finish this because it's been so fucking long

this is like just porn with plot

sunghoon series is over~! lemme know who else y'all want!

[sqgeism]

Hihii if the event is still going on, I'd like to request a fic w anaxa (the song is Lovers Rock by TV Girl) where reader and him are engaged and Anaxa questions reader like the end part of the song‼️

love mail — 🍒 ⨾ YES YES YES FINALLY GIT THE INSPIRATION TO DO THIS ONE HUZZAAHHHHHHH (ノ｀△´)ノ yeeees sage yess listen to the voices to tell u to finish all ur requests in one day

one night, one too many drinks—and one offer for a kiss from the most gorgeous person in the bar. all for a man who is far from deserving from something so sweet.

you've been the most lovely company all night, anaxagoras was having the shittiest day, week, probably life.. and absolutely wrecked by the worst of coincidences brought by the world. yet you were here, as you always are, giving him everything that has ever been robbed of him. everything he's ever wanted.

and your lips—red and enticing, like the brightest ruby had been laid upon him to take. how is he supposed to fight temptation? how is he, a professor, someone meant to spark curiosity and chase for an answer—supposed to resist the curiosity built from wanting to know how your lips feel against his?

"so, how many men have you kissed?" he asks, swirling the glass of rum with his fingers. "very few." you say with a smile, leaning close. "but you've offered me a kiss, why?"

he can feel your breath against his, and boy does he really regret not asking phainon for a mint earlier. "such a... foolish reason i'm afraid."

he's got about halfway till his eyes are completely closed now, utterly 'trapped' in your alluring web and your willing hostage. "i just..

..wanted to kiss you."

and so he allows you, and himself, to indulge in each other completely.

it takes a while for him to pull away, and if he wasn't limited by his human need for breath, he'd have spent the rest of his life kissing you. and with bated breath, he asks; "may i?"

and he may. over and over, until he's completely forgotten his own name. and apparently also losing sight of the fact you two have been engaged for years.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[gotaksboyfie]

hi‼️‼️‼️ it wasn’t stated in your yes and nos, but do you do omegaverse? if not thats completely fins but if you do can i request for alpha james lee or dg x male reader nsfw headcannons? if not then just james lee or dg nsfw headcannons are okay too😥😥😥 thank you!!

(alpha) james lee/dg nsfw hc's

male reader

a/n red for alpha!james and white for normal ^__^

» very versatile with his pace. it all comes down to what feels right in the situation honestly, prefers to keep it fast and sharp to have you turning into a mess beneath him with his precision

» somewhat skinny with length (little over 6in) not the thickest, but he'll hit all the perfect spots inside you

» prefers to top, but is okay with bottoming if you want it. doesn't enjoy it as much (because it's harder to stay in control with a dick up his ass), but it's a nice feeling. probably wont do it very often though

» can't deepthroat well, but is definitely skilled with his tongue. (have you seen him and those lollipops?) sometimes he'll scrap his teeth against you to see you whimper in pain

» hickeys everywhere. if people can't know you belong to him specifically (as dg), then they'll just have to know that you're taken already. you'll just have go about your daily life looking like you get mauled by a vampire everyday while his skin is spotless

» not very vocal in bed, just the occasional grunt/moan. he keeps his composure, always having a nonchalant face

» a huge sadist. seeing the way your face twists up in pain makes him want to push your buttons further—to see how long it'll take before you break

» dom. he will be in control the entire time. on the meaner side both physically and verbally. probably into some cock slapping, enjoying the way you cry so prettily for him with each hit. he also never fails to mention how desperate you are for him, pointing out how your body betrays your words

» milks you until you're cumming dry. tying you down to either the chair or the bed, do anything he wants to you, making you sob with pleasure by the end of it. if james is feeling particularly ruthless, he'll do it until you pass out

» into mirror sex. likes watching all your little reactions, and making you look at how well he fucks you

» obsessed with your scent glands. no matter what position, his nose will be buried in it. same with your mating mark. once he pops his knot, his teeth instinctively find your mating mark and bites down, reclaiming you.

» his alpha is very instinctive. he's in control of it most of the time, but it gets very possessive. don't even think about being too friendly with another guy or else your hole is going to pay for it, leaving you limping for days

» will purposely avoid touching your hole and cock just to see how wet you'll get from him teasing you. he'll suck little marks on your neck while caressing your thighs—never touching where you truly want him to—until you're dripping for him

» speaking of slick.. he's obsessed with yours. he laps at it like a madman, sucking out every single drop. the taste is like addicting to him

» if you're an alpha he won't bottom for you unless he's in a very specific mood or if you're in rut. you'll have to catch him on a day where he's feeling playful enough to give up dominance for once, letting you take some control over him. don't expect him to submit though. he can easily turn the tides with his strength

» during ruts, all he can think about is breeding. don't even bother trying to wear clothes around him, he'll have it ripped off within seconds. your neck will be thoroughly marked and you'll stink of him for days

» if you're in heat he's at your beck and call. you want a knot? he's always available for that, just ask him any time. caters to whatever you're feeling—rough, soft, deep, anything for his mate <3

» if you're in rut, his inner alpha will begrudgingly agree to let you knot him. only because it doesn't want to see it's mate in distress. james himself is fine with it, but it's a matter of fighting his instincts rather more than anything

» clingy once his knot pops. he makes sure to knot in a comfortable position, making sure he can cuddle with you without any awkward poses. while you wait for it to deflate, he'll try and rile you up again for another round despite your spent body. he'll thumb at your nipples or nip at your neck, anything that he knows will get your body interested again

fin

a/n alpha dg.. 😵‍💫 saw this request and locked in immediately. i hope this isn't too ooc since this is my first time writing him ㅠㅠ

[lanagirly]

i heard you’re a huddy fan too? do you have a favourite headcanon or anything :p

HII OH EM GEE YES IM THE BIGGEST HUDDY FAN EVER THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME ‼️

But onto ur question… yes… I have a bunch of head canons… but I sadly forgot the password to my notes app so now I can’t even open up the list I had 💔💔 but here’s kinda what I remembered

Early seasons:

- They used to be friends back in college, before house got expelled

- House, on several occasions, pulls up to Cuddy’s house just for the sake of it (remember in season 3 when he did that? And she was okay with it? Yea… not the first time..)

- They have an actual friendship/relationship outside of the hospital

- House once gave her a birthday card and she’s kept it since

- They both have college/young photos of each other in their own old photo albums

- House and Cuddy both work late at night, so sometimes they’ll get coffee together

- House LOVES to call her at ridiculous times throughout the day, and despite them being stupid jokes, they can have actual nice long conversations with each other (once in a blue moon..)

Later seasons:

- House is a GREAT cook (canon) but Cuddy sucks, so when they were dating he would always make dinner for her and Rachael

- Cuddy and House have different music tastes, but regardless she’ll always insist on hearing him play

- When house went to mayfield, Cuddy had plans on calling him, maybe wrote a letter to him but never actually sent it. So it’s just been stuck in the back of her drawer

[lokisswiftie]

I don’t know what to feel but hell yes‼️‼️

Under Investigation -S.R

Spencer Reid x Hotch’s daughter!reader

The walls of the interrogation room were cold and concrete grey, but it was your silence that chilled the air more than anything else.

You sat slouched in the metal chair like it bored you—legs crossed, tongue pressing the inside of your cheek as you ignored the subtle panic crawling beneath your skin. You knew your father was behind the mirrored glass. You could feelhis eyes boring through the reflection, trying to will the truth out of you without stepping foot in the room himself.

Too bad he couldn’t.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Emily coaxed gently, seated across from you, her tone all soft concern and trained sympathy. “We just need to know if you’ve seen anything. Heard anything. The last girl was found not even two blocks from your sorority house.”

“I already told you,” you said flatly, eyes locked on the glass. “I didn’t see anything.”

Emily hesitated. “We have reason to believe you were at the Alpha Sigma party last Friday.”

You smirked. “Well then. Guess that solves your mystery, doesn’t it?”

JJ came in second, and that was your cue to start lying.Her warmth was different—maternal. Sweet. Manipulative in a way that worked on suspects who didn’t grow up having SSA Aaron Hotchner for a father. You met her gaze with that same cold stubbornness you inherited from him.

“No, I didn’t go to that party,” you said.

“No, I didn’t know any of those girls.”

“No, I haven’t seen anything suspicious.”

Your lies weren’t even good. You didn’t want them to be. You just wanted him to see you lying.

JJ’s face barely faltered, but behind the glass, your father was cracking.

“She’s lying straight to your face,” he snapped at no one in particular. “I told you—she knows something.”

“She’s just trying to get a rise out of you,” Rossi said dryly.

Hotch ran a hand through his hair. “Send Reid in.”

Morgan frowned. “You sure? He’s—”

“I said send him in.”

Your heart hiccuped. You didn’t show it. But when the door opened again, and Spencer stepped through with that jaw locked tight, tie loose around his throat and fury barely restrained behind his eyes, something twisted in your stomach. A slow, deliberate ache.

JJ paused as he passed her. He leaned down and whispered something low in her ear, and her brow furrowed before she nodded once and exited.

“So this is the part where you try to emotionally manipulate me into cooperating?” you said coolly. “What is it? You going to tell me I’m better than this? That I should help because girls are dying?”

“Oh, spare me the helpless victim bullshit. You’re a liar.” he said.

That got your attention. Your head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Spencer replied, voice low but simmering with restraint. “You’re sitting in here playing games while we have three dead girls, and another one might not make it through the night. You think this is about you and me?”

“Don’t you fucking start—”

“You’re mad. I get it,” he cut in sharply, taking a step forward. “You’re pissed off. You think threatening to blow it all up makes you powerful? Makes you untouchable?”

You stared him down. “I think it makes you scared.”

Spencer’s mouth twitched, not in amusement—more like something between frustration and hunger. His voice dropped an octave. “I’m not scared of you.”

“No?” you leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs, your skirt sliding just an inch higher. “You sure about that? You looked pretty fucking scared the last time you begged me to keep quiet. Whispered how much you’d miss me while you were still inside me.”

His jaw tightened. His nostrils flared. You knew what buttons to press.

“Watch it,” he warned, voice barely a whisper now. “Your dad’s ten feet away.”

“Yeah,” you said, tilting your head toward the mirror, a vicious glint in your eye. “Wonder what he’d think if he knew the reason you wouldn’t let me go to that party last week had nothing to do with safety, and everything to do with the fact that you were jealous.”

Reid moved so fast it startled you. He slammed both hands on the table, leaning in close, forcing you back just slightly with the sudden crack of fury in his gaze.

His voice was calm. Deadly calm. “You’re not going to self-destruct your way through this just because I didn’t let you ruin my fucking life,” he said, teeth clenched. “You want to pretend this is all just some messy fling? Fine. But you don’t get to lie about what you know. Not when people are dying. You want to punish me? Do it later. Right now, we’re going to talk about the party. About the guy who wouldn’t leave you alone. About what you saw.”

“So what you came in here to psychoanalyze me, Dr. Reid?”

“I’m here because your father’s about five seconds from putting his fist through a federal wall,” he replied smoothly, finally stepping forward, the table now the only thing separating you. “And you're playing games while five girls are dead.”

You shrugged. “I’m not playing anything.”

“You’re lying.”

“Prove it.”

“Okay,” he snapped, voice raising for the first time, the heat beneath it barely restrained. “You want me to list the inconsistencies? You said you weren’t at the party, but your name is in three group texts sent that night from the house. Your roommate placed you on Greek Row. You weren’t home until four in the morning.”

“I was with someone,” you said flatly, folding your arms.

He stepped closer.

“Who?”

Your lips twisted up. “Why do you care? Afraid someone else might’ve fucked me that night?”

He flinched—visibly flinched—and your heart squeezed just a little because it wasn’t just anger in his eyes now. It was pain. Jealousy. That raw, unfiltered thing he’d always tried so hard to hide with logic and statistics and lectures about boundaries.

You leaned forward on your elbows, voice low and mocking.

“Stop,” he said, jaw tight, hand splayed on the table like he needed something to anchor him.

“No,” you whispered, “you stop. Stop pretending like this is just about the case. You hate that I’m being questioned, sure. But what’s really got you pissed off is the idea that I might’ve gone home with someone else after you pushed me away.”

He stared at you, breathing hard.

The door creaks open behind him, and you instinctively glance over Spencer’s shoulder—JJ slips in quickly, shutting the door just as softly behind her. She moves, leaning in close to whisper something into Spencer’s ear just as he’s about to re-enter.

“He said go ahead,” JJ murmurs low. “Push her. Whatever it takes—he won’t step in.”

Spencer goes still. JJ's voice drops even lower. “But Spence… she’s gonna cry. You know that, right? She always does when it’s about him.”

Whatever she said to him, it was too quiet for you to hear but Spencer doesn’t nod. Doesn’t speak. He just blinks slowly, jaw tightening before he exhales through his nose. JJ squeezes his forearm once—sympathetic and then slips out.

He turned, taking slow and deliberate steps that made you shrink back in your seat even as your eyes followed him.

You looked up from your seat at the table, head tilting, expression soft and uncertain. “Spencer?”

“You’ve been lying since the minute we walked onto that campus. Hiding things. Avoiding questions. Manipulating people who care about you.” His voice climbs now, sharp and fast, emotions pushing to the surface.

You shake your head, swallowing hard, but your chin betrays you—quivering as your hands tighten into fists in your lap.

You blink quickly. “I—I’m not—”

“Yes. You are.” He slams his hand on the table and you jolt. “Jesus, you’re so used to getting away with it, aren’t you? Using that last name like a shield. Using your tears like a weapon. You cry and everyone backs off. They feel bad. They think you’re just a kid. But you’re not and acting like it’s your daddy’s job to fix everything for you.”

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He cuts you off anyway.

"You're spiraling, and you know it. But you’re too much of a coward to admit why. So you act out. You play dress-up in pain, hoping someone will finally notice. But the truth is—" he leans in closer, voice rising now, sharp and scalding, "—you’re just another spoiled little girl who never learned how to cope without making herself the victim in every story."

"Shut up," you whisper, but it's already happening—the tears start streaming down your face one by one, each faster than the other.

“And there it is,” he said, gesturing toward you. “There’s the beginning of it. Go on. Cry. That’s what you do, right? You cry, and suddenly no one’s allowed to hold you accountable.”

Your breath hitched as your eyes welled. “Fuck you,” you whispered, voice cracking.

His voice is vicious now, cold and exacting. "Cry because you're scared. Cry because you know you're lying to yourself. Cry because you fucked this up the second you started lying to me, to your father, to Emily and JJ.”

Tears spilled hot over your cheeks, and you tried to wipe them fast, but he was relentless.

“You think I wanted to be the one to do this? To sit across from you and pick you apart until you break?”

Your shoulders shook, your breathing ragged and uneven. You opened your mouth, but the words got caught in the sobs.

“Answer me!” he demanded. “You think this is easy for me?”

“STOP IT!” you screamed, fists pounding the table. Your head dropped, face in your hands. You were crying like a child—heaving sobs, shameful and loud, the kind you couldn’t stop if you tried.

“I didn’t know he’d do that,” you whimpered. “But it feels like it’s my fault. She’s dead because of me.”

You didn’t even lift your head. You just recited it through the sobs like a confession.

You were shaking, hiccupping your way through the words. “I made him mad and now she’s dead and it’s my fault. It’s my fault!”

“Name.”

“Jake! Jake Weller, he’s a senior at Georgetown law, he—he lives on campus—we only went out once. H-his number’s in my phone, I’ll give it to you, I swear—”

Before you could finish, the door swung open again. Your father stood there, grim-faced, lips tight. You turned your face away in shame, still sobbing uncontrollably.

“Spencer,” Hotch said, his voice calm but steely. “That’s enough.”

You heard the sharp steps from his polished shoes towards you as his warm, safe hands stood you up slowly. You turned and buried yourself into him without a word, your hands clinging to his blazer like it was the only thing keeping you from collapsing. He didn’t let you go. Didn’t tell you the truth either—you just let him wrap his arms around you as you cried into his chest.

Spencer stood in the corner, watching your father hold you, knowing you didn’t yet realize that he had ordered the whole thing. That Spencer had become your executioner not because he wanted to—but because Hotch had asked him to be.

When Hotch walked you out of the room, you couldn’t look at Spencer.

And he didn’t look at you, either.

Later that night, the walls of Spencer’s apartment weren’t concrete grey. They weren’t government-issued, sterile, or cold.

But they might as well have been, the way you felt standing inside them—arms crossed, heart slamming in your chest like it didn’t know whether to break or explode.

You hadn’t knocked. You’d used the key. The one he didn’t even realize you’d never given back.

Spencer looked up from the couch, startled at first, then guarded the second he saw your face. His book was open in his lap, untouched. He didn’t move.

“I didn’t know you still had that,” he said softly.

You ignored him. Walked straight into his living room like it didn’t hurt to be here. Like you hadn’t spent the last two hours in your bedroom trying to scream your lungs out into your pillow.

“You don’t get to sit there and act like you didn’t just psychologically nuke me in front of half the BAU.”

Spencer exhaled slowly through his nose. “You told them what they needed to know.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you hissed, storming forward, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You told me what you needed me to say. You tore me apart like I was a suspect. You humiliated me. You watched me fall apart on purpose and then—what—just left me there?”

“I didn’t have a choice—”

“You always have a choice.” Your voice was rising now, heat climbing up your neck, your hands trembling even as you shoved him hard in the chest. “You chose to do it. You chose to hurt me.”

He grabbed your wrists before you could shove him again, but gently—his grip tight enough to stop you, not to bruise.

“You think I wanted to do that?” he asked, voice low, chest heaving now to match yours. “You think I liked watching you cry like that? Listening to you blame yourself for something that wasn’t your fault?”

“I don’t care what you liked,” you said bitterly, shaking your arms free, backing away. “You betrayed me.”

“I did what your father asked,” he snapped, the words out before he could stop them.

You froze. Your chest rose and fell in silence. “He what?”

Spencer closed his eyes. Regret bloomed instantly across his features, but it was too late.

“He asked me to—” He faltered, voice catching, running a hand through his hair like it physically pained him. “He said if anyone could push you to admit it, it was me.”

You stared at him like he’d hit you. “So you volunteered to be the one to ruin me?”

“I didn’t volunteer,” he said, stepping forward. “I begged him not to make me. I told him I couldn’t—”

“But you did.” Your voice cracked. “You walked into that room, looked me in the eye, and did it anyway.”

His jaw tightened, and something sharp flickered in his gaze now—defensiveness, self-hatred, guilt. “Because I knew you wouldn’t break for anyone else. Because you don’t trust anyone the way you trust me.”

Your vision blurred again. “Not anymore.”

He moved before you could finish the question. Closed the space between you in three short steps, fingers brushing your cheek like he wasn’t sure you’d let him. When you didn’t flinch, he let his hand settle there, thumb stroking just under your eye.

The silence between you hung heavy—until you surged forward and shoved him again, hard.

He stumbled back a step, breath catching as your hands fisted in his shirt.

“You broke my fucking heart,” you hissed.

“I know,” he breathed, lips barely an inch from yours.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

His hands cradled your face, fingers slipping into your hair as his mouth found yours with bruising pressure, tasting salt on your lips from tears that hadn’t dried. You whimpered into him, hating how much it calmed you. How fast it shattered you again.

You tugged at the hem of his sweater and he let you, breathing hard, heart pounding. But when your fingers dipped under his waistband and your lips ghosted over his jaw, he paused.

“Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely. “You’re not okay. I don’t want to—”

You closed the distance between you before he could say a word, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into you, mouth crashing to his with more anger than grace. “Don’t make me beg,” you snapped, biting his lower lip. “You owe me this.”

He lifted you with a strength that surprised you both, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he slammed you up against the nearest wall, lips devouring yours like a man starving. Your skirt rode up higher, and his hands were everywhere—spanning your hips, gripping your ass, fingers sliding beneath lace and heat like he’d been dreaming of this exact moment every night since the last time.

You moaned into his mouth and it was involuntary—embarrassingly needy, like you’d been waiting for permission to fall apart. His hand fisted in your hair and he tugged your head back just enough to bite your neck.

Your hips were rolling into his now, frantic and slow and unforgiving, and you could feel just how hard he was beneath you.

You shoved him toward the couch, and he took the hint, sitting down as you straddled his lap in one furious motion. His hands settled on your thighs, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin like he couldn’t trust this to be real.

You reached between you, guiding him inside in one slow, cruel thrust—both of you moaning at the contact, the stretch, the way he filled you like you’d been aching for it since the moment you stormed into that room.

Spencer held on like a man about to drown. “I’m sorry,” he panted, his head falling back against the cushions as he watched you bounce on his cock, lip bitten raw. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk,” you breathed. “Just make me forget.”

He groaned into your palm, hips rising to meet every drag of your body, his eyes wild and glassy with emotion. Your name left his throat in broken syllables as your walls clenched around him, tears still clinging to your lashes.

You tightened around him on purpose, watching his jaw snap shut. “Fuck. You made me feel like I was nothing.”

He wrapped his arms around you, panting now, desperate. “You’re everything.”

You slammed your hips down harder. “You made me cry.”

His head fell forward to your shoulder. “I know. God, I know.”

And then—his voice cracked.

“I loved you.”

You stilled.

“What?” you breathed, voice suddenly too soft for what this moment was supposed to be.

“I loved you,” he repeated, barely able to say it. “I tried to stop because I thought it would protect you. But it didn’t. It just made it worse.”

Your chest tightened. “Say it again.”

He looked up at you—eyes glassy, lips parted.

“I love you.”

The tears came again—but not the ugly, choking sobs from the interrogation room. These were quieter. Slower. They slipped down your cheeks as you moved again, slower now, your bodies finally syncing in rhythm, no longer just about punishment or guilt.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

a/n: clearly therapy isn’t working lmao

⋆•★⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆★•⋆

[theladyofshalott1989]

Mum’s the Word 🤫 // Modern AU (No Magic) Sebastian Sallow x Male MC Short Story

Chapter 2: "This [story], I like it. Another!"**

[ Chapter One ]

️‍🌈 HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🌈

Synopsis: Sebastian and Damien have been together for a few weeks, so the time has (finally) come. Sex with a man for the first time. Sebastian's got this! He's got this, right? ... RIGHT?

Relevant Tags: POV Sebastian Sallow, Modern AU, Bisexual Sebastian Sallow, Crack Treated Seriously, Gay Panic, Smut, First Time, Humor, Banter, Pining, Sebastian Sallow Is Bad at Feelings, Chris Hemsworth Appreciation, Chris Evans Slander

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Note: This chapter is EXPLICIT‼️

[ AO3 Link ]

Author's Note: Alexa, play "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen.

"So, you and your mum. You're close, hm?" Sebastian said. Whether this question was the right choice at this particular place and time didn't even cross his mind. He was too flustered to think straight. He just needed to stall. To get his bearings. Yes, yes, his bearings. 

Damien stopped rummaging through one of his drawers. He swiveled around to face Sebastian, one eyebrow raised. "You really want to have this conversation right now?"

Okay, that was fair. Sebastian could at the very least admit to himself that he was nervous. Sex with a man for the first time. How novel.

"I was just curious," he replied. Obviously he wouldn't tell Damien he was having second thoughts. Second thoughts? No, that wasn't quite right. He definitely wanted this. He just wasn't quite sure how to begin. 

"Yes, I suppose I am?" Damien said. "Close with her, that is." He dove back into his search with determined focus. "Aha!" he exclaimed, brandishing a container of lube up in the air like it was the Holy Grail. His golden-brown eyes sparkled, and a dazzling smile lit up his face, his single dimple making an appearance. God, Damien really was handsome, wasn't he? It was beyond words. 

Sebastian shook his head and averted his gaze, hoping to conceal the flush creeping across his cheeks. "So, uh, how do you want to go about this?" he asked, noting that Damien had set the lube on his nightstand, uncapped, awaiting the moment it would be needed. 

"What do you mean?" Damien took a step toward him. He was practically vibrating with excitement. Sebastian wasn't sure what to think. Sebastian wasn't sure what to feel. Dammit, he should have been more honest with Damien. Or, at the very least, have done some research! 

Sebastian had always prided himself on being prepared for everything. And yet, in the past few weeks, he'd been floundering like the writers on The Walking Dead trying to conjure up a decent storyline. It wasn't Halloween anymore, but it wasn't quite Christmas either, so his horror film marathon had devolved into shitty television. His new life, in which he was apparently "winging it," had all started with Anne "inviting" him to her Zumba class on their shared birthday: his twin sister's dastardly ploy to introduce Sebastian to the instructor, Damien. It had only spiraled from there.  

Even Sebastian's usual preternatural ability to read a room hadn't come in handy when Damien entered the picture. Despite seeing each other for a few weeks, Damien still remained a frustrating mystery. It wasn't ideal, especially since Sebastian didn't even know how to flirt with a man, let alone a man of Damien's caliber. He was still wrapping his head around the astonishing revelation that he apparently had a certain fondness for men as well as women. Thirty-years-old and still learning new things about himself. Who would have thought?

Now, did Sebastian inform Damien about any of this? Of course not! That would be too embarrassing. So, for all Sebastian knew, Damien thought Sebastian was old hat at this, erm, man-wooing business. Sebastian clearly hadn't thought that through. 

Dammit, this experience was bound to be a disaster, and more than likely a huge disappointment for Damien. Sebastian should have prepared him. Well, too late now.

Sebastian startled back to awareness, realizing he was tracing the intricate pattern of Damien's dark blue duvet, which was laid across his massive four-poster bed in his even more massive house. Which he owned. Because Damien was obnoxiously wealthy.

"Sebastian? Anyone home?" 

"I'm not sure," he said, unknowingly answering both of Damien's questions. He honest-to-God didn't know how two men began lovemaking. He supposed it was probably similar to how a man made love to a woman, but, uh, a woman's parts were decidedly different, and although he very much wanted to lick Damien's rather large nipples, he wasn't sure if that was the best way to start. It wasn't the best way to start, right? No, it probably wasn't. 

Bloody hell, this was going to be a complete and total disaster. God, he was so lame. Damien was going to realize he wasn't worth it and punt Sebastian out of his perfect, pristine life. 

When Damien had texted him last week to invite him over, Sebastian certainly hadn't expected Damien to own his own home, and in Mayfair no less! It made sense after the fact though: when Damien reluctantly admitted he was a solicitor. Zumba instructor by night, solicitor by day. No wonder Sebastian couldn't get a read on Damien. He was as confusing as Chris Pratt switching from Andy Dwyer to Star-Lord overnight. 

Damien laughed. "Been awhile?" Sebastian didn't have a chance to reply before Damien added, "Me too." 

Sebastian wished that gave him a semblance of relief, but it only made his heart race faster. 

"How about we start slowly?" Damien tried, his voice lowering and his tone becoming more honeyed. He leaned forward and lifted Sebastian up from the bed. He brought his hands to Sebastian's head, massaging with his long, nimble fingers. Meanwhile, his lips made contact with Sebastian's. He pecked them, his touch soft and light. Sebastian's shoulders relaxed. "How's that?" Damien asked. "Better?" 

"Mhm," Sebastian said, mirroring Damien by bringing his hands to his towhead and kissing him back. 

Damien ran hot, not just from an aesthetic point of view, but also a literal one. His hands radiated warmth, reminiscent of a mitt after pulling a fresh, steaming loaf of bread from the oven—a sensation Sebastian knew quite well, given his fondness for baking, a pastime he considered one of his more "domestic" hobbies. He hadn't mentioned it to Damien yet, but if they were still together by the end of this… encounter… Sebastian resolved it would be a good start to opening up, and perhaps, remedying what was sure to be a terrible performance. 

"I bake stuff," he'd say, like it was no big deal. "I like to bake. I'll bake you something sometime." Smooth, Sebastian. Yes, yes. Damien would find him irresistible. Who could turn someone down after that revelation? Baked goods could fix absolutely anything. Yes, that would absolutely work. Good thinking, mate. Well done. 

"What are you thinking?" Damien cut in. 

Sebastian froze. "Uh." He blinked. "Erm, nothing." 

Damien's hands navigated to Sebastian's waist. Sebastian's breath hitched. Damien tugged. Sebastian's trousers loosened and fell to the floor. "How about now?"

Fucking. Hell. Sebastian shifted on his feet, the mounting pressure in his pants leaving him at a complete loss for words. The telltale dampness at the tip of his cock only made his stumbling reply more awkward. "Erm, uh, well…"

Damien chuckled and resumed divesting Sebastian of his trousers, followed by his pants. Task complete—Sebastian assisting by lifting his feet up one by one in a daze— Damien tossed everything to the side of the room, lowered Sebastian into a seated position on the edge of his bed, and dropped down.

"Ah!" Sebastian exclaimed as Damien's mouth greeted his cock, which twitched against his will. 

Damien's head popped back up. "No?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Erm, no. I mean, yes! God, yes!" Damien remained stock still. "Just give me a moment?" Sebastian continued in a rush of words.

"Of course." Ever the gentleman, Damien leaned back, resting on his haunches in a crouched position. It gave Sebastian a stunning view of the upper half of his body, still clothed, but the angle strained his white button-down shirt, highlighting every curve. Damien was a bear of a man, rather more muscular than was the norm for a dance instructor—at least Sebastian assumed. He wasn't lean at all. He even had a decent-sized belly, which was spilling out of the gaps in his shirt. Surprising himself entirely, Sebastian found it breathtaking. Quite literally. 

After catching his breath and forcing his overactive brain to shut the fuck up, Sebastian said, "Alright, carry on."

Damien shot him a lopsided grin, the kind that sent a jolt straight to Sebastian's core. His cock somehow hardened further. 

Then, Damien sank back down, his tongue a perfect balance of pressure and precision, moving with a rhythm that unraveled Sebastian inch by agonizing inch.

Up and down, down and up. 

Stop overthinking, Sebastian , he screamed at himself internally. Enjoy this, for God's sake! 

Heat coiled through Sebastian's body, every nerve humming as though Damien's touch had set him ablaze.

As Damien's mouth baptized Sebastian's most precious body part—baptized? What the ever-loving fuck was going on? Did Sebastian really just make a religious metaphor? Something was seriously wrong with him—Damien's capable hands wandered, kneading the backs of Sebastian's thighs.   

"You're so tense," Damien murmured, pulling back just enough to make Sebastian's head spin.

Sebastian stayed silent, partly because he didn't trust himself to form a coherent sentence and partly because all his focus was on not losing complete and utter control right then and there.

"Care to tell me why?" Damien pressed, his tone equal parts teasing and curious.

Damn it.

"I, uh, ah…" Sebastian said, trying and failing to speak. What should he say? He couldn't admit to being new at this. No, absolutely not. 

"You don't have to," Damien said, leaning back once more. "I was just curious." He winked. 

Sebastian had to shut Damien up. Immediately. He leaped from his position on the bed and launched himself forward. Damien let loose a shocked gasp, followed by a deep rumbling laugh as Sebastian grappled at his outfit, tearing his shirt off his body in a frenzy. A button popped loose. Sebastian didn't apologize.

"That's more like it," Damien said as he shimmied out of his trousers. Deed done, he grabbed Sebastian by the shoulders and shoved him onto the bed. 

Damien was naked. Sebastian was naked. They were lying side by side on the bed. Well then. What next? 

Damien answered for him. He crawled over Sebastian, his broad frame sinking down, the weight of him pinning Sebastian to the duvet, making his head spin with desire.

Before Sebastian could process it, their lips met again, but this time Damien was all hunger and urgency. Had he been holding back?

Damien's teeth sank into Sebastian's bottom lip, sharp and possessive.

Oh yes, he'd definitely been holding back. Sebastian found himself grinning. Oh yes, he was enjoying this.

Sebastian snaked his arms around Damien and, mustering all his strength, flipped their positions. 

"Fancy seeing you down here," he teased, deciding it was finally time to do what he had wanted to do from the start. He planted his mouth on Damien's right nipple and attended to it, mercilessly. 

Now it was Damien's turn to cry out. His cock, which Sebastian had earlier noted was perhaps a bit smaller than Sebastian's—not that Sebastian minded, having never pleasured or been pleasured by a man before—pressed against Sebastian's leg, wet and insistent.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck me."

"Gladly," Sebastian replied. 

Wait. He froze. He probably shouldn't have said that.

Damien was, luckily, distracted. He had freed his arms from Sebastian's grip and was reaching for the lube on his nightstand. 

Oh no. Fuck me, indeed. Sebastian was in deep, deep trouble. 

"Do go on," Damien said, holding out the open container in his left palm. 

"Erm, sure." 

Damien's brow furrowed. Sebastian swallowed nervously.

"Did I misinterpret something?" Damien said. 

"Nope, no misinterpretations here!" Sebastian grabbed the lube from Damien's hand. Only for it to slip out of his sweaty hands and plop face down on the bed. 

Bloody perfect. 

Damien scrambled forward, trying to remedy the situation. Alas, it was too far gone. The lube was done for, having splatted out onto the duvet.

Sebastian was struggling to decide how to begin his apology, perhaps even see himself out, proverbial tail tucked between his legs, when Damien surprised him. He brought his hand to Sebastian's mouth, which was hanging open slightly, and silenced him with a casual, "You're rather clumsy, aren't you?" 

There was nothing Sebastian could do but shrug, right hand lifting to rub away at the back of his neck. 

Damien dropped his own hand. "I suppose we don't have to do it that way," he said. "You're new at this, after all."

Sebastian froze. Again. He was doing a lot of that today. "What?" he managed to stammer out. 

"You've never done this before, right? With a man, I mean."

Sebastian's jaw nearly hit the floor. "How did you know?"

"Sebastian… come on."

"No, really. I thought—"

"You thought you were channeling your inner Hollywood heartthrob, didn't you?" Damien's sly smile made Sebastian break out into a cold sweat. He didn't think it was that obvious. Was it really that obvious?

"Uh, no?" 

Damien chuckled. "I'd love to say you're a great actor, but sorry to burst your bubble—you're no Chris Evans."

"Chris Evans can't act!" Sebastian shot back. Oops, that was louder than he intended. 

Damien burst out laughing. "Wow, looks like I really hit a nerve there. You're not a fan, I take it?" 

"He's the worst celebrity Chris."

"I'll be sure to pass that along." 

Sebastian blanched. "Wait… what?"

"He's my cousin."

Sebastian stared at him, incredulous. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I swear on my collection of Captain America comics."

No. Absolutely not. Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but no words flowed forth. 

"Is this not going to work out?" Damien asked, still laughing.

"You can't just casually say something like that! While we're mid-coitus!"

"Mid-coitus?" Damien said as he gasped for air amid guffaws. "What a word!" 

"You're the solicitor! You use big words all the time!" 

"Not during sex!" 

Oh, right, they had been attempting to have sex. Well, that was clearly off the table now. Sebastian's body had already gone into shutdown mode. His cock was soft and unresponsive. 

"You know, I may be related to Chris Evans, but I've been told I look a bit like the actor who plays Thor. He's a celebrity Chris. Yes, Chris...erm...Hemsworth! That's it!"

Sebastian's mind short-circuited. Just like that, his cock was very much back in business. It had been, well, resurrected. Today was apparently a religious metaphor sort of day. 

"Still with me then?" Damien asked. 

"I am Groot," Sebastian muttered, still processing.

Damien laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed. Well, at least Sebastian was funny, right? Right?

"Wait, no," Sebastian quickly corrected, his face turning red. "I meant… yes, I'm still with you. And you're right. You do. You do look like Chris Hemsworth." If he squinted very hard and imagined Damien with a beard, yes, he could almost see it. 

"Is that… a good thing?"

Sebastian leaned back, running a hand through his wavy hair, trying to steady himself. "Well, he plays a god," he said, "so yeah, I'd say that's a very good thing."

Damien tossed him another stunning smile. There was that marvelous dimple again. "I'm glad." 

"Now prove it to me, with that hammer of yours," Sebastian said, smirking. "You know, the one that's between your legs," he added, just in case. 

"I got the gist. Solicitor, remember?" 

"Right." 

Damien's eyes widened. "I just remembered I have another container of lube in my coat pocket!"

"What? Why there?" 

"You never know when you'll need it."

Did wonders never cease? 

And once the lube situation was sorted, Sebastian and Damien had a very good night. A very good night, indeed.

One could even say it was Mjolnir-level impactful. But maybe Sebastian would keep that joke to himself.  

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Under Your Spell.

Is it irregular if I suddenly post two songs in one day? Maybe. But motivation is keeping it there because either decided to. If you're asking if I'm listening to it while writing, like the other post that I've sent a few mintues/hours ago, yes. Gotta keep up with my ideas 💯💯‼️‼️‼️

Genre: Once again, Romance. No one asked me in here so I pick 💕

Warnings?: Mentions of scars, Idk I'm going to write it off as wholesome, cussy, mentions of my OC but I call him NPC bc why not, uhmmm OOC(?), oh and the lyrics might be misspelled bc it's kinda vague yk?, let me know if you find any !!!

Gender Neutral reader

Involvement: Main cast

Side notes?: uh, not so much. I just really love these types of music, the women in these songs are so 💕💕- anyway, enjoy it or nah.

Maybe, you were just getting bored.

Seeing the station built up in one of your empty guest rooms, one of the dorm members from Heartslabyul, an artist in music, had come to you one day, complimenting your song that one time, and gave you a literal set-up for a music studio.

What if... you just sing some songs you've known in your world?

I mean, they're good, sure. But, not everyone has the same music taste.

Wanting to make a music audio, you've tracked down the student that gave you the studio. They agreed, and wanted to help out as well.

Firstly, a person from another world causes a disturbance to the peace in the ceremony, secondly, the same magicless person gets involved in every trouble they find in lurking corners, thirdly, they've gotten involved in OVERBLOTS, fourthly, they can attract even the most of prominent figures in this world, now they're performing???? What the heck-

So now here you were, in the music studio, preparing a few instruments to play out the same exact [but not really] music.

Maybe some playful beats here and there, add some bass, then we're good!

Now for the lyrics... how'd the woman sound again? Ethereal, almost seductive? Reverent gleaming whispers?

Alright, you breathed in, you can adjust the voice in the editing just in case.

☆~~———~~☆

You'd think, if you were confident enough, you could post this in TWSTs equivalent of YouTube or Spotify. Maybe. The Heartslabyul student was ready to start the music you were meaning to sing,

Maybe yu had a reason singing these songs specifically, to remind yourself where you once belonged.

But, not like anyone will figure that out! Except for a few of your friends, of course. While it is nerve-wracking singing in public, you can at least hide yourself in videos. No one will find you out that way.

You keep me under your spell,

You keep me under your spell,

[iPhone dropped]

You keep me under your spell, it's like I waited-

You keep me under your spell, it's like I waited too-

The beats change, it's quick.

Ace and Deuce were on the other side of the door, listening in (and is on a phone call with Heartslabyul's gc).

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off,

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

The beat sounds hypnotic in a way, a fragile-like lyric, repeating in angelic voices, honeyed words on its magical notes.

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Ace and Deuce find themselves lost in the Melody, completely forgetting they were on call.

You keep me under your spell,

You keep me under your spell,

You (oh) keep (ah-ah) me (uh-ah) under (ah-ah) your (oh) spell,

The music switches with a different Melody the verses repeating, one voice alone has got them mesmerized, on their darling lips.

Cater is streaming.

It's like I waited- (oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too- (oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

The switches distorts and now they're back to the notes.

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

Why are you always mentioning scars? Did something bad happen?

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off.

The notes switches up, a hypnotic yet unfamiliar range playing in their ears, the stream in Cater's phone is blowing up from another music video from you.

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off.

Wow. Uhm, so- are you going to send this in public?

Their thoughts go blank when they listen in with the music.

They're permanent, I am not.

The beats go slower, the atmosphere turning down, into more of a quiet trance.

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off.

The music fades, and Heartslabyul student congratulates you, simply impressed.

He said he'll post it, and it will surely go viral.

☆~~———~~☆

And it really did.

First was Ace and Deuce, who just ran off back to Heartslabyul.

Riddle was just astonished, but quite appaled with the lyrics, specifically "when I take my clothes off" part.

Trey was just repeating the song over and over again, I'm not sure if he's trying to memorize it as well.

Cater got so many followers and likes, that it almost reached to Vil's platform (it did, now Vil saw it),

Everyone in Heartslabyul talked about the latest, trendy music.

Next was in Savannaclaw, not much later when it spread, one of Cater's fans that were watching the stream shared it with the rest of the dorms.

Leona was, quite impressed. He didn't know herbivore had that in them. Say, would you sing for him to sleep?

Ruggie was listening to it right now, ever since the latest post, he can always recognize its the prefect without even checking, the voice sounds like them! Duh!

Jack was surprised seeing his friend singing and posting it online, but he wasn't mad about it at all. He found it nice that you were getting out of your shell every once in a while.

Meanwhile in Octavinelle, a few students reported what they've heard today. About the prefect.

Azul was first to hear it, of course. So now, he's trying to find a way to get into a contract with you, well, if you'd like to, of course. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Jade was definitely listening into HeartShackle's convo, no doubt !!! And is fr planning to get you to work with him. Don't worry, he'll teach you the ropes. Just stay by his side is all he'll ever ask of you. [ADEUCEYUU MENTIONED??]

Floyd probably repeated the song over and over again until he got bored. But for sure will listen to it when he remembers!!! He thinks [Name]'s voice is so pretty... you should be his. Right now.

In Scarabia, NPC b was just listening to your audio over and over again. Look, it's addicting. You can't tell me otherwise, the beat, the track, the repeated voice in the melodic voice... yeah. He needs to tell everybody.

Kalim is really surprised you even had a music studio recently, he had been wondering if you'll ever make music similar to the one you did the other day, it had gotten him HOOKED. He won't stop blabbering it to Jamil ever since !!!

Speaking of that boy, he heard from a student about the new music video that had been recently been released, it was the prefect's. So, he, the good friend he is, checks it out. It's not so bad, the lyrics just repeated its words, but overall not terrible at all. It's good. (Especially when the music has you in it)

In Pomefiore, a few students that had been friends with a Heartslabyul student, who was yapping about a certain music made by the Prefect, also had in turn spread it to the other dorms.

It's only a matter of time when it Reached Vil's ears, he had already seen the viral stream Cater made and when I tell you, he had been listening to it long enough to the point he considered it his aesthetic (<-the music in his ears sounded quite nice), he means it.

Rook was just mesmerized with this new revolution, the fact that you, shy you, had decided to post a song under anonymous? Oh, he had to spread the good news!!

Epel maybe had fell asleep when he heard the voice, it almost sounded like a lullaby, but it was nice to listen to it, especially if his (crush-) friend was the one who sang it.

Ignihyde, the entirety of it, was listening to your music, it was awesome, some made edits with it, others were just enjoying it.

Idia made sure you'd stay anonymous since he knows how scary it would be if you were ever revealed in public.

Ortho made sure no one could hack your account. If they attempt to do so in order to reveal yourself without your consent, be prepared, Ortho boutta blast that ass.

Diasomnia, is just respectful, they'llisten to every music you release in case you have time for it.

Malleus loves listening to this music on repeat, he could just imagine it, you and him. You're quite enchanting, [Name]. Must you tease him when he's not yours, yet?

Lilia loves listening to it, somehow, he would like a collab with you again, even when they did one already before! What? It's just so fun, singing on stage with you will feel like a dream...

Silver uses this to probably fall asleep, either that or the bass of it can send waves to his ears, waking him up for that. Haha.

Sebek claims he wouldn't listen to it, he won't EVER listen to it! Not when it's not something he doesn't do, but when he's alone? Oh, you're going to hear it on blast. Max volume.

Imagine to your surprise, it had reached other schools as well?

The End!

If you see me post twice, it means motivation got to me, okay? :> enjoy! (Again)

[amokslime]

I'M THAT BITCH

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

It might be a little while before I actually get the comic out, so here's a small title card for it or something to hold you over‼️

My post where I mentioned this!!!

[vaultnewt]

[artist-rat]

my sister finished her first bg3 run, here's evil gang reunion photo <333 (withers invented polaroid for the occasion idc)