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kiss-me-cill-me · 4 months

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oh my godddd that jonathan crane fic did SOMETHING to me 😩❤️!!! it was so good :)) i need some more professor crane in my life 🫦 maybe u could write a part 2 where they eventually start dating and she’s still his student but she keeps teasing him during his lectures and he’s trying to keep his cool but again when everyone leaves he drags her into his office to put her in her place again 😳😢😢

Aaaah, thank you so much!! I like the way you think - a little turn of the tables where reader teases him hehe... I accidentally also started writing a third part to this, so expect more Professor Crane in your life at some point soon, sweet anon <3

Oral Fixation

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: It's the start of a new semester, and you're looking forward to the chance to take revenge on your professor. Crane, however, isn't about to let you have the satisfaction. At least not without putting in a little work.

Warnings: Smut, teasing, tropes galore, oral (m receiving), almost-deepthroating, brief mention of toys (but none used), degradation, dumbification, power play dynamics, office sex, established student/teacher relationship

A/N: This fic is technically a Part 2 to THIS, but tbh there is no plot here at all so I think it's also fine to read as a standalone. Enjoy!

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

You sat in the front row, as usual, nervously tapping your feet. Students to the left and right of you socialized, catching up after their time off for winter break. But of course, all you could focus on was one thing.

Dr. Crane brushed into the room, and you felt your shallow breath stop for a moment. He glanced at you, smiled briefly, and your heart melted.

He made you feel something that none of these silly college boys in the seats next to you could ever hope to. He was confident, self-assured, and mature. It made you swoon just to think about him, standing at the front of the classroom as he delivered a lecture; captivating you and the rest of his students with words alone. Listening to him speak was always enough to make you forget where you were for a moment.

That, and thinking about the dozens of times he had fucked you over the desk in his office.

You smiled to yourself, remembering the series of secret trysts that you had shared with your professor. Now, with a new semester starting, you were eager to pick back up where you’d left off. You hadn't been able to see Crane at all over the lengthy winter break, and although you had talked with him a few times, you had long ago reached the point of desperation. You needed to feel his touch. Dr. Crane felt similarly; he had assured you.

Now that Crane had taken his place at the front of the room, it was time to put your secret plan into action.

You took out a tube of chapstick, uncapping it with a loud pop. Glancing briefly up to make sure your professor was watching, you rubbed it slowly over your bottom lip, making sure to keep steady eye contact.

Crane watched, a hint of a curious look on his face. He narrowed his eyes just a fraction of an inch as you rubbed your lips together, darting your tongue out to get a taste of the subtle flavor. Then, you smiled, and put the chapstick back in your bag.

Clearing his throat, Crane called the class to attention. Conversations died down as all eyes focused on him, yours included. You subtly bit your lip, making sure to catch his eye, and Crane faltered for an almost imperceptible half-second before regaining his usual grace.

“Welcome to Advanced Concepts in Psychopharmacology,” he said to the room. There was a brief murmur of papers as a few people opened their notebooks, before Dr. Crane continued. “I'm happy to see some familiar faces-” he glanced at you again, but continued smoothly. “And I think you'll all find this class very rewarding, but challenging.”

He looked directly at you as he said “challenging,” perhaps already guessing at what you had in store for him.

You chewed on the cap of your pen, holding his eye contact and smiling as you held the tip between your teeth. Dr. Crane shifted a little, adjusting some papers he had stacked on the podium.

“Now,” he said. “Can I ask for a volunteer to help hand out copies of the syllabus?”

You raised your hand, still slowly sucking on your pen cap, bottom lip pressed lightly into its edge. Crane called on you, even as he was still wearing that slightly funny expression that you had never seen on him before. His brows furrowed a bit more than usual as you came up to take the stack of papers.

“Thank you,” he said. And then added, a bit lower so that only you could hear, “I thought you were done volunteering in my classes.”

“Only for your ‘demonstrations’ on teasing me,” you whispered back.

You turned on your heel, walking off to hand out the syllabi. You had, very purposefully, worn a pair of tight leggings with nothing else to cover your ass, and you made sure to lean over all of the desks as you picked your way through the rows of students, giving your flustered professor a small show.

When you finally took your seat, a faint pink color had crept over Dr. Crane’s cheeks, although his lips remained in a tight line. To anyone else in the class, it would mean nothing - if they even noticed. But you were watching him intently, and you were quite pleased by the results that even a little teasing had on your professor.

You weren’t immune to its effects, either. You rubbed your legs together, thinking about what was sure to happen just as soon as Crane could get you alone. You settled back into your seat, and dug around in your bag for your chapstick.

For the rest of class, as Crane went over the syllabus and answered increasingly ridiculous questions from the other students, you subtly continued to work away at him. Every time his eyes darted over, you would be sure to stick out your tongue, just a bit to press against the tip of the pen. Twice, you reapplied chapstick - and one time you managed to make Crane trail off, utterly losing his train of thought right in the middle of a sentence. It was obvious that you were getting to him. Though only he and you could have known about it.

You glanced down to check your watch. Only five minutes were left in class. It was time to pull out your final weapon.

Crane watched incredulously as you slowly unwrapped a lollipop. You dared to give him a small wink before sticking it in your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you savored the fruity taste and the feel of the candy against your tongue. You dragged it out from between your lips, letting it linger in front of your mouth for just a moment. Peeking from beneath one eyelid, you saw Crane’s gaze fixed on you. You opened your eyes fully to look at him, shamelessly watching his reaction as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against the sucker.

“I'm… I'm sorry, where was I?” Crane stammered. He pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting up his glasses, and sighed. “I'm afraid I have a slight headache.”

Someone else in the front row raised their hand, helping Crane recall what he had been talking about. There were more than a few murmurs from the class, and you couldn't help but smile. You knew you'd be in for it later, and you suddenly couldn’t wait to get in trouble.

“And with that, I'll dismiss you all a few minutes early,” Crane said briskly. “My apologies, but I really need to go take care of this headache.”

He looked directly at you again, and you shifted your hips in your seat. The class packed up quickly, everyone eager to get on with the rest of their first day. You lingered, keeping the sucker lodged in your mouth as you watched Dr. Crane gather his belongings. He held his briefcase, a bit awkwardly, in front of his body as he stepped out from behind the lecturer’s podium, and made his way over to your seat.

“I need your help with something in my office.”

Most of the other students had exited the room already, and you checked around to make sure no one was within earshot.

“What do you need my help with?” you teased, feigning innocence.

You swirled the lollipop in your mouth, parting your lips as you looked up at your professor. He sighed heavily through his nose.

“I'll tell you when we get there. Let's go,” he said, impatiently.

“I have another class after this,” you protested.

“Well, now you have a very important appointment,” he countered. “You'll just have to beg your other professor to excuse your absence.”

The classroom was empty now, except for the two of you, and Crane leaned down over your desk as he lowered his voice to a menacing timbre.

“After you're done begging me.”

You jumped up, already feeling excitement swell between your legs. The smile on your lips was mirrored by Crane’s own grating, serious expression. The corners of his mouth turned down as he walked with you out of the room, his hand at your elbow to guide you as you made your way through the psychology building. Luckily, his office wasn't a very far walk.

Crane opened the door, and went through first. As soon as you’d followed him, he slammed the door shut and pushed you against it, his lips already at your neck.

“You seem to have developed a new oral fixation over winter break,” he muttered, hot breath fanning over your pulse. “Why is that, I wonder?”

His question was obviously rhetorical, so you didn't answer; instead, humming around the piece of candy still stuck in your mouth as Crane’s lips bruised against your neck.

“You're a bit bolder than I remember, too,” Crane continued. “Teasing me in the middle of class.”

You smiled.

“Nothing that you haven't done to me, too… professor,” you replied, pulling the sucker out of your mouth.

“That may be true, but I at least still have the sense to be subtle about it.” Crane backed away to look at you, and lust flared deep in his eyes. “You were lucky that no one else saw you practically fucking this thing with your tongue.”

He grabbed the sucker out of your hand, and threw it roughly into the trash. A warm thrill of feverish excitement rushed over you. Crane almost never swore; when he did, it meant he was really riled up. Your smile widened, as you leaned a little closer.

“I'm sorry. I was just looking for a way to occupy my mouth,” you laughed. “What did you call it? Oral fixation?”

Crane pinched your chin a bit too roughly, forcing you to look up at him as he cocked his head.

“It's really only cute when you play dumb if it's because you're getting fucked stupid,” he grunted. “If you want something to fixate on, get on your knees.”

You were eager to oblige. Quickly, you dropped down to kneel on the floor of his office. Delighted, you saw that Crane was already hard, the outline of his cock straining prominently against his pants. You reached up to undo his belt, but Crane slapped your hands away.

“You want to use your mouth so badly? Then use it. No hands.”

He finished loosening his belt, holding it to the side to help you along. Your nose brushed up against his shirt as you brought your mouth to the hem of his pants. The fabric was rough against your lips, and you looked up at your professor for a moment.

“Get on with it,” he sighed, clearly impatient and dying to get on with things just as much as you were.

But you wanted to make him wait for a while. Slowly, you leaned back, pulling at the fabric of his pants until it finally slipped over the button. You paused, and sighed heavily to let your breath wash over him.

“A little faster, darling,” Crane urged.

You smirked, happy to see that he was already regretting making you use your mouth when your hands would have been faster. All that was left now was his zipper. You took the little metal tab carefully between your teeth, and lowered your whole body to drag it down.

Crane was still trapped in the confines of his pants, and he reached in hastily to free himself, apparently not trusting you to take your time with that. His cock glistened, already coated with excitement. You leaned up to take him in your mouth, but Crane stopped you, bracing his thumb against your chin. Suddenly, he was the one holding you back.

“You know, oral fixations only develop when something a person needs is withheld,” Crane told you. “Is that what happened to you? You went a few weeks without sucking me off, and now it's all you can think about?”

You were about to respond, when Crane stuck his thumb in your mouth. You moaned around it; the sudden intrusion shocking, but not unwelcome.

“Look at you,” Crane scoffed, more than a bit of his usual poise and control creeping back into his voice. “So desperate for something in your mouth. Seeing you like this makes me think of that time you let me fuck you over a table in the lecture hall - remember that?”

You remembered it very well, and hummed around his finger, swirling it against your tongue as you nodded.

“Of course you do, darling,” Crane muttered. “You’ve probably been thinking about me splitting you open like that for the last three weeks straight while you try to get off with some pathetic vibrator. Am I right?”

You looked up to see a harsh glint of fluorescent light shine off of his glasses. From behind the glare, his eyes blazed, and you felt a rush of excitement drop straight into the pit of your stomach.

“Mmm-hm,” you agreed, nodding your head as the sound was muffled by his thumb in your mouth.

“Well, if you’re good, then maybe I’ll give you what you’ve really been missing,” Crane teased. “But first, I think we need to put an end to this new ‘fixation’ of yours.”

He dragged his thumb out of your mouth, yanking it out with a forceful pop. Instantly, the head of his cock was at your lips.

“Open.”

He could have told you to choke on it, and you would have. Glady. But instead, Crane used one hand to guide just the tip of his head past your lips. The thumb that had been in your mouth was now pressed down into your chin, keeping your jaw open painfully wide as it would go, and your tongue sticking out as he let himself glide over it.

“I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t miss this, too,” Crane admitted. “You have such a pretty mouth.”

The taste of his salty, nearly-overwhelming musk made you want to close your eyes and savor it, just like you had with the candy earlier. But you fought to keep them open. Crane, looming over you, was always too good of a sight to take your eyes off of. He smiled down at you, a faint hint of wickedness playing over his face as he continued.

“Why don’t you pick up where you left off in class?”

You smiled. As much as you could under the current circumstances, anyway. Your little show had worked wonderfully; exactly how you’d wanted it to. Crane moved his hand from your chin to the back of your head, urging you on. You flattened your tongue against him and paused for a moment, letting your breath fan over his head before you drifted forward.

Rather than taking him in your mouth, you let your tongue slide down the underside of his shaft, leaving behind a wet trail that brushed over the very tip of your nose as his cock twitched against you. You sucked at the sides gently, letting his smooth skin trail over your tongue as you kissed your way slowly back up from the base. Finally, wrapping your lips around him caused Crane to sigh deeply; the sound gradually turning into a contented hum as you sucked him into your mouth.

You brought your soft hand up to wrap around his shaft, only for Crane to swat it away.

“Did you already forget what I told you?” he growled, his mood suddenly shifting again. “Maybe you’re not just playing dumb. A few weeks off from school, and now you don’t even remember how to listen to your professor?”

You hurried to hold your hands securely behind your back, still looking up at Crane for approval.

“That’s better,” he said.

Breaking his own rules, Crane brought a hand up to steady his length, using it to press himself a bit more forcefully onto your tongue.

“If you can’t take it all, just say so,” he told you, even as he continued to sink further into your mouth. You felt the breath catch in your throat as the sensation started to overwhelm you. “But, silly me - you can’t talk with your mouth full.”

Crane smiled wickedly as he pulled himself out of you, making you gasp with the sudden ability to breathe. You coughed, sputtering but still smiling as Crane pumped his fist up and down, coating your spit over his whole cock. His other hand came softly up to rest on your face.

“You really have forgotten a few things since last semester,” he said sympathetically. Or maybe that was just a hint of pity. “I think you’re going to have to start coming to my office hours again. Maybe even some private tutoring sessions, so I can really teach you how to do this properly.”

Still on your knees in front of him, you looked up and decided to make things even worse for yourself.

“Or maybe you could just fuck me over your desk again,” you suggested. “That might teach me a lesson.”

Crane stared back at you in disbelief. It was all you could do to stop from giggling as you wiggled your hips a little, desperate for whatever friction you could manage to get against the press of your own legs.

“You really are insistent on pushing me today,” he sighed.

For a moment, you worried that you had gone too far, and that he was really annoyed with you. That thought quickly vanished as Crane grabbed onto your arm and pulled you, yanking you up to your feet. In the next instant, you were slammed back against his office door, making a few of the framed diplomas on the wall next to it shudder.

Your mouth opened, and Crane’s lips were suddenly and violently up against yours, the all-at-once soft-forceful feel of his tongue pushing into your mouth. His furious hand came down to your leggings, pushing into the fabric with his fingers held directly over your clit. He pressed, hard, not moving his hand at all but just holding it harshly against you.

“Mmm,” you sighed, grinding your hips down against him.

Crane stood up a little straighter to laugh - a short, barking sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

“Seems like you might have some other fixations, too,” he observed. “If this is what just a few weeks away from me does to you, I think we’re going to have to spend a lot of time together this semester.”

You cried out, softly; aware that you couldn’t be too loud for fear of the other professors with offices near Crane’s hearing you. Deep down, you wanted nothing more than to scream for him. But that would have to come later; maybe tonight, after the rest of the department had gone home. Crane would sometimes let you in with his spare key, then ravish you to your heart’s content in the privacy of the empty building. That would certainly stop you from teasing him, at least for a little while.

He pressed his forehead against yours, fingers still crushing into your clit but refusing to move.

“And I think you’re going to have to drop whatever class you have after this one,” he informed you. “Because I’m going to be asking you to stay late. Frequently.”

You moved your hips again, desperate for friction against Crane’s fingers. Not ready to let you have the satisfaction, he tore his hand away and then started pressing down on your shoulders, making you sink to your knees again.

“To start, let’s go over this one more time,” he suggested. “Hands on your legs, and don’t you dare touch yourself. Use your mouth for something more productive than eating in class. And maybe I’ll let you have what you want - if you can manage to listen.”

You leaned forward, eagerly wanting to taste him again. As you hollowed your cheeks, you pushed against him as deep as you could bear. Above you, Crane braced both of his elbows against the office door, and let out a strangled grunt.

This was going to be the start of an exciting semester…

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #jonathan crane #LemmyFics

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allmilfswelcome · 2 years

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Robin Arellano X Reader HC's

Request: Being finney's sister and having a major crush on Robin.

I decided to make this a headcanon list, but if any of you want a actual story with this request I'll happily make one!

Warnings: spelling mistakes, and one swear word.

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I feel like when (or if he ever did) Finney would find out about your crush on his best friend he would tease you a lot about it, he would honestly be really happy about it tho he just wouldn't tell you.

Following up on Finn teasing you he might also get a little (a lot) of blackmail opportunities. Like you don't wanna go somewhere with him, Okay!! He will gladly hang out with Robin, I mean he has some important things to tell him right? Don't wanna get him snacks?? Suddenly he's calling Robin to get some and come over for a sleepover. (He would never actually do it just a lot of threats)

Now with Robin he would definitely know about your "secret" crush on him. I mean come on your one of his best friends you really think he won't realize you acting different?

At first he would just think that you had something going on personally so he would pay more attention to you and how you act to certain things hoping he can find something to get your mind off of it. He would pick up on your crush pretty soon after that tbh.

If Robin was to like you back he would probably wait about a month or two to make a move mentally scared that maybe he's wrong about you liking him (he would start to doubt himself a lot:(( )

Now if Robin doesn't like you back he would go out of his way to distance himself from you so you can hopefully get over this "little" crush of yours. If that doesn't end up working he would give you hints that he doesn't feel the same, like pointing out people that he thinks you would be cute with, or people who like you saying you should give them a shot.

Going back to if he does like you back, when he finds out he would be a little (VERY) nervous to be around you scared that he will mess something up and you wouldn't feel the same anymore. He would definitely start to give you more subtle touchs, like punching your arm more (more lightly now tho) at some point you would definitely feel his hand brush against yours he will always play it off as a accident though.

He would now invite you to do more things with him scared that if not you will stop liking him. You going with him and Finn to the drive in is now a must, you don't like horror movies? Don't worry he will cover your eyes at the scary parts :) (at least he trys sometimes he's too far into the movie to realize). Now if you like/love horror movies expect to go to the drive in like 2 or 4 times a week with or without Finn, he's just happy to finally have someone to watch all his favorite horror movies with <3

Robin will end up accidentally admiting his feelings about you too Finn in some sort of way, and after that expect Finn to be more "busy" now when you are supposed to go to the drive in (he always has to get someone else to hang out with because you know he doesn't have anything important to do). Finn is you and Robins biggest shippers Gwen is a close second though.

Speaking of Gwen you are now forced to tell her Everything that happens with you a Robin, she was definitely the first person to ever know and when you admit your feelings to him (if he doesn't do it before you) she is the one who convinced you too.

At last of confessions, if you were to be the first one to confess you would end up putting a note in his locker (Gwen came up with the idea), the thing that makes his heart swoon his when he sees the letter is in Spanish knowing that you definitely worked hard to study it for him (if you don't know Spanish). At first he's ranting to Finn about you not know what to do, Finn and Gwen just know you got him wrapped around your finger (if only Finn knew how in love you were with Robin though<3). Robins head and heart would be racing just thinking about that fact that you<3 wrote him this letter.

Now if Robin were too confess it would be after you guys went to see a movie at the drive in (Finn cancelled again knowing what was about to happen). Robin would ask if you wanted to go get slushies from the grab n go before you guys walked back to your place. Instead of getting slushies you guys end up getting ice cream and sat on the swings for awhile. After awhile your ice cream long gone you would finally start to notice how quiet Robin had got. Idc you guys would definitely try to talk at the same time and end up laughing your asses off about it, when you guys finally calm down you tell Robin to go first. After just looking at the ground for about 2 minutes he would finally look up at you and all of his plans just went out of his mind and he just blurted out a absolutely ton of nonsense. You would stare at him for about 30 seconds before he would restart blushing like crazy noticing you hear literally nothing he said (pls this boy would be so nervous). When he finally gets his words out his face is a shade of red you didn't even think was possible, when you end up telling him that you feel that same he can't help but let out a giant sigh of relief (this poor boy was so scared).

After the confessing get ready for a lot of questions from Finn and Gwen, you guys won't get time alone for about another 5 hours I'd say.

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This was my first time ever writing Hc's so hopefully it's okay. Be ready for a lot more Robin fics though guys! Have a good ret of your day or night<3!

#robin arellano #the black phone #the grabber #vance hopper #the black phone x reader #the grabber x reader #x reader #robin arellano x reader #vance hopper x reader #finney blake #finney blake x reader

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muldermuse · 6 months

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Hear me out ghost hunting with Mulder

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk

Okay amazing, unbelievable, stunning

more below the cut

SO imagine that Fox is made aware of a new ghost hunting group. They’re kinda like a big group of the lone gunmen??? like the group is basically just them but a bit more chilled (sometimes). The group is aware of Fox ofc (he’s like a god to them) and Fox is made aware of them after bumping into two of them at the grocery store where he was buying you a bouquet of flowers and another gift as an apology for working away so much. Your relationship was fine, he just knew how demanding it was to be the girlfriend of Fox Mulder, he’s super conscious of it and despite you constantly telling him it was fine and you loved him regardless; he wanted to treat you. That’s when he hears whispers behind him

“oh my god- do you think that’s him? do you think the flowers are for Agent Scully… maybe he’s undercover…maybe there’s an X File in this very store”

Fox turns around to confirm that there definitely isn’t an X File in this Walmart and he’s just buying a gift for his girlfriend but the two men who were talking about it clearly aren’t listening to him; they’re basically staring at Fox with hearts in their eyes- in awe that Fox Mulder is speaking to them so casually. That’s when they tell Fox about the ghost hunting group and are amazed that Fox agrees to come along this weekend to an infamous local tavern. He’s grateful he has the flowers and the treats as now he has to break it to you that your weekend plans are decided.

OF COURSE, you don’t mind- the season is turning (lil bit cold with sun and no rain-so perfect) and tbh you’ll do nearly anything to spend time with Fox, especially when he’s doing something he enjoys. So you go to the ghost hunt.

The first 20 minutes are spent with Fox shaking a lot of hands and having a lot of the members of the group swooning over him, when one woman gets a bit to close for comfort, Fox makes a point of sliding his arm around your waist and introducing you to the group as his girlfriend. They invite Fox to lead the ghost hunt and you don’t miss the glimmer of excitement that crosses his eyes; despite the fact that he’s clearly trying to play it cool.

They give Fox the EVP machine and he introduces himself and the group with every room that they walk into. There’s a few noises occasionally but honestly, even as someone who believes in ghosts, you kinda think that it’s a bust. The ghost scanner box makes your head hurt and by the time it’s used, the rest of the group has kinda given up. Everyone goes outside to take some fresh air as Fox brings you into his chest and presses kisses to the top of your head. You’re about to ask him if you can leave before a member of the group approaches.

“Hi Mr Mulder…uh…Fox, you um-you probably didn’t see me but…well…I’m a huge fan...well we all are and I just wanted to let you know that you shouldn’t be disheartened! This tavern is known for having paranormal activity between the hours of 3 and 4 in the morning. We’re planning to camp out with our sleeping bags and pillows…so it we're going to stay if you're interested? You know, have some irish coffees, maybe…I don’t know- talk about some X Files to kill the time?”

Fox feels your shoulders sag before he even goes to reply. As much as he is enjoying this little excursion, he hasn’t seen you properly in a week and he knows you will tolerate a lot but he feels you may draw the line at sleeping on a cold, damp floor with a small sleeping bag as he talks about ghosts and ghouls. You look up at him with a meek smile and that says enough for him. Before he speaks, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

He makes excuses for the two of you and explains that he has a really big case coming up so he needs his beauty sleep (in reality he’s off for 3 days and you’re going to spend it in bed doing nothing together) but that is MORE than enough for the group. They’re thanking both of you for coming and eventually, it becomes a yearly tradition for the two of you to go on these ghost hunts.

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englishstrawbie · 1 year

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Station 19 6x17

After the beautiful slow build-up over 6B, I’m glad to see this step forwards for Maya and Carina. For everything we’ve seen, the romance and the re-connecting, there’s still that doubt in Carina’s mind that she comes second to chaos. I think that makes sense - because everything since Maya’s accident has been calm. It’s been hard, there’s been a lot of soul-searching for both of them, but life has been calm. Carina says it herself - she needs to know that Maya will still be this Maya when things don’t go her way, when there is chaos around them.

So for Carina to finally see it is a big thing. To see that Maya has chosen her health and her marriage over her career is a big thing. “There’s something she wants more...” 🥰 Tbh, the scene with Ben and Ross felt awkward to me, not the acting so much but the writing. But it served its purpose and the locker room scene was sweet.

Carina putting her wedding ring back on was a blink-and-miss-it moment. I didn’t expect a lot from it, but seeing it from less than three feet away would have been nice! But I do love the idea that Carina has been carrying her wedding ring around with her for the right moment when she feels ready to put it back on. ❤️

Maya carrying Carina through the door to their apartment? *Swoon*

As for Maya, good for her not wanting to join the captain’s race. I liked the conversation with Jack, I enjoy their friendship when it’s not complicated with sex or sperm. “You show up and allow for the possibility that you will meet someone who might some day matter to you. Just let life do its thing, don’t try to control it.” - look at that growth, that she’s now giving that kind of advice to someone else. ❤️

Maya caught on the scrubber made me laugh, it looked ridiculous. (Although how does Danielle look so good in the scenes afterwards? 😍)

I always love it when Peggy and Dayna show up, they’re so chaotic. Loved Ben’s “they’re your responsibility” to Carina and the whole “how bad is it?” “oh my god, I mean you’re ok, you look great” when the kid showed up injured. 😂

I was glad to see Marsha back. I love the Jack and Marsha relationship, he needs a mother figure around more often. Also, the Jack and Lila scene made me so happy! I’ve wanted to see him find his foster siblings since we learned about them in season 3. The comment about Cal not remembering him felt odd, how does he know? It might be too much to hope that this part of his story continues and we see more of that relationship, but I’d like to.

I enjoyed the Vic and Beckett scenes more than I thought I would - and that’s not to say I don’t have empathy for Beckett, because I do. Despite all he has done, it would be hard not to when someone is in such a dark place. But I mostly enjoyed them for Vic, watching her be smart, getting him to talk, persuading him to go back to rehab. The Crisis One aspect of the show has great potential to give Vic some more interesting storylines and I hope they use it next year.

I’m glad to see the show has evolved from season 1 so that when there’s a captain’s race between multiple lieutenants, they don’t get competitive and start arguing amongst each other... oh wait. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Fuck Bob for goading Andy and trying to ruin her chances of getting the captain’s role.

Thank god Dixon didn’t win the mayoral race. I don’t understand the point of making him a series regular for season 6 but I hope he’ll be gone next year. (Let’s face it, his scenes are better when Kitty is there antagonising him!)

How is there only one episode left of this season? 😭

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #jack gibson #vic hughes #my rambles

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baxndaid · 2 years

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#MYMUSE

character ; VENTI

prompt ; nun!reader with a (possessive) sober venti!!

notes/warnings ; alcohol use, harsh language, yandere venti?? a bit suggestive LMFAOM kinda idk; i KINDA wanna make this nun reader idea a reoccurring idea tbh

a holy, loyal, innocent devotee.

he had his eyes on you. his green, glowing eyes would follow your every step as you walked through mondstat, heading to the church. and even if he wasnt there physically, the wind always seemed to find you, pushing you in certain directions, waking you up during your shift, and lifting your dress up ever so slightly; but that always seemed to happen in private. you were always loyal to lord barbatos, you never questioned your beliefs when it came to him. i mean, how could you? he was your god. a perfect, unfettered, beautiful embodiment of freedom, and you loved him.

as a sister of the church, you were given duties and today was no different. sister rosaria, a rebellious woman who spent most of her time far away from the church, had told you to head out to the main market place to get some ingredients from good hunter. you didnt question her, but you did wonder why she needed 7 fowls and some thorns, but she was always a strange one so you left to fulfil her request.

your heels clicked on the stone pavement as you walked into mondstat's main market place. you greeted everybody as you walked, admiring the small fountain placed in the centre where all the children splashed and played with. heading up to sara, she told you that her last batch of fowl was late and that youd have to wait. she apologised and you left, thanking her anyway for her effort. you hummed a unfamiliar tune as you sat at one of good hunter's tables.

"whats this? is it a voice of an angel?" the green bard swooned, frolicking up to you. you internally groaned, it was almost routine at this point. he was quite popular in mondstat, popular for his silly antics and his drunken freestyles on the bustling streets. "it is called the city of freedom, after all!" is what he always says. he caught you listening to his songs and putting some mora in his hat as tip. from that moment, he latched onto you, swaying over to you and singing sweet melodies, shoulder to shoulder. he would flirt with you every chance he got, following you around like a lost puppy. it got so bad that one time barbra had to kick the young anemo bard out of barbato's church for disrupting the peace and annoying all the other sisters. youve told him that you werent too comfortable with the suggestive jokes and the constant flirting he did with you, considering your status as a nun. however, when you did tell him off, he would apologize and look downwards, leaving you alone for a few hours, and if you were lucky, a few days. but he would always come back and it would all start up again.

"sounds like an angel, and looks like an angel?" he giggled, "i must be dreaming!" venti brought you back from your self pity party and you looked up at him, he was right in front of you now. "good after noon, windblume!" he said, cheerily like always, "why are you here so early my love? dont tell me that your working already!" he whined. he never seemed to say your name, it was always "windblume," or "love," or "darling," you never knew at what point exactly when he started to call you these things, but you didnt exactly mind. it did cause some confusion as the locals believed that you and him were courting. this speculation was always very quickly shut down by you, which always led to venti joking about how you two were actually married, and that you were just trying to tease him by saying that you werent seeing each other. you always awkwardly laughed at those jokes.

"i normally work this early, venti." you replied. he seemed dissatisfied with your answer and huffed, "i know you start this early buuut!" he he came up behind you while you were sitting and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your head now leaning on his chest, "you have to get some rest! how about we go to the tavern together? or! we could go to windrise! oh oh! or-" "i have work that needs to be finished, maybe next time." you told him softly, trying to muster up a kind smile. a few of the locals were looking in your direction, giving you two awkward smiles and strange looks. you cleared your throat and removed his hands from your shoulders, "anyways, i need to finish up my duties, see you later," you waved him goodbye as he did the same, just more enthusiastically.

oh barbatos. the way your soft hands softly grasped his, even if it was only for a few seconds, he loved every minute of it. he could still feel you, your lingering touch on his naked skin. he wanted to grap a hold of you and fly you away to somewhere only he could access, his windblume, his one and only. you didnt know it yet, but the winds became softer, yet more piecing. you will be his, whether you liked it or not.

you retuned to the church, and informed rosaria that you couldnt acquire the ingredients that she wanted. she scoffed and told you that she would get it herself, as she grabbed her spear and walked out of the wooden doors. you huffed and began to worship barbatos at the alter with everybody else. sometimes, when you pray, you could feel him. barbatos, i mean. he would comfort you, he would guide you, he would love and cherish you like how you love and cherish him. its what venti adored about you. you were always so personal, so cute, so small, so innocent. how could you possibly know that the annoying bard in town that flirted with you was your god.

it excites him

you excite him

and as long as the wind blows, and the ballads spread, you will always be on his mind. there is nothing you can do about it.

you know that now. he got you alone in a back ally of mondstat's streets and revealed himself as the almighty barbatos. you almost scoffed, how could a small, child-like man like him be the god that youve worshiped your entire life? but his eyes, there was something so different about them. it almost made you doubt your original thoughts.

"i thought you said youd never question your belief in me, darling!" he smiles at you, his arms which were pinned on either side of you on a wall, bended so his face was almost touching yours. you stayed silent and put your hands on his shoulder, weakly trying to push him away but with no success. you wouldve never guessed he was so strong. he leaned in again, his lips brushing against yours, the smell of alcohol prominent in his breath, eyes half-lidded and a sly smirk plastered onto his face. you whimpered.

"now now, shhh," he whispers, "i love you, dont you love me?" he questioned, tilting his head, "whenever you pray to me, you always say the sweetest things. so, why cant you do the same now hm? im right here, in the flesh," you froze in place as he leaned in again, teasing you, "come on now, y/n! you should be a good devotee and worship me, you should love me!" he kissed you, quick but hard, like hes been waiting to do this for years,

"love me like how i love you, my muse."

NAVIGATION ♡

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a-regular-ol-pill · 2 years

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tbh breeding with aamon sounds like literal HEAVEN can we have a small fic of that please 🥺💞 tysmch! <3

No, because it does not 'sound like' literal heaven. It is heaven!

I'm Sincerely sorry for not formatting this, I looked at this and checked to see if what I saw is correct, I needed to get this done or else I'll go crazy over it while I'm doing other requests. Is this considered a drabble or something else? Ehh I'll put it with the zilong brainrot section. Sorry my mind is so dizzy from going crazy about your request! ><

Here's the link for more info on what you can request.

And here's the direct link to request ASAP!

!! NSFW 18+ !!

Just the fucked out face he'll have, getting drunk off your sweet little hole because he's holding back his release. The long hours when he just keeps holding back, and whimpering soft 'sorry's' to you because you've been overstimulated, to the point where you're so ready to be bred that you'll get pregnant off of his pre-cum. His cock will be oh so beautifully purple, and the veins on it will be constantly twitching, with the tip furious about not being able to cum that it just leaks without both of you knowing. The funny thing about being overstimulated, is that he overstimulates you without giving your poor little clit attention, it would be painful. If it weren't for his pelvis grinding down on you.

The countless whines you'd hear from him, and the sweat that literally soaked his royal sized bed will drive you insane. The frenzy and overflowing senses that he keeps giving you will make you pass out. But even if you wake up, he'll still be pumping and working his ass off to produce the most fertile cum imaginable. That's not even the end, too! After he pumps you so full with his cum, his hips would pull back— You'd think that he'll finally pull out. But noooo. The moment his cum started leaking out from you, and stained the bed, he'll frown and push his cock back in to fill you up with his cum again. He's not doing a good job if he lets anymore of his seed drip out of you.

Oh, and I almost forgot— He's so considerable with his words while fucking you, that you'll cum from that alone, even without being stimulated already! He picks his words so perfectly while hitting your spot. And your mind will go ballistic from thinking that he's teasing you. Even though he technically is. The husky but also continuously high pitched voice he uses sounds so hot, it might even come out of a yaoi audio if you're strong enough to record and post it. Gosh if you could pick a person you'd want to be with because of their swooning words, Aamon would be your best pick for that. One; "Yes love, cum. Do it for me, and you'll get a step closer to receiving my cum.. my seed.. you can carry my heir after this all ends." and you're melting.

The aftercare is so fucking fairytale like, you think you're dreaming from the constant drowsiness you're feeling during the whole thing. Want a bath because you feel dirty? Boom, he'll even make it with your favorite type of baths. Want some comfort snacks to ease your churning insides? There you go! He'll even add in your favorite beverage if it's available. You're the one that will give him an heir, and what kind of cruel person he is to not treat you right? He's already stated that he loves you, so he'll act on it in every way possible!

Anyways. I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I went crazy while writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

#i got too lazy to format my thing #mobile legends bang bang #mobilelegendsbangbang #mlbb #mobile #mobilelegends #mobile legends x reader #x reader #mlbb smut #aamon mlbb #aamon #mlbb aamon #aamon mobile legends #mobile legends aamon #mobile legends smut

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smileyside-up · 1 year

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Last dday of classes before Christmas break but I got obsessed with a book too early and now I can't focus so here are my thoughts

UUFHFBFBHDHD I LOVE ROTSGE SO MUCH THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A CHILD AGAIN BUT GODDAMN INSTEAD OF BEING HAPPY BECAUSE I'M READING SOMETHING PRECIOUS TO MY CHILDHOOD I'M SO STRESSED BECAUSE IT CHANGES EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE BROTHERS AND I DONT HAVE ANY FRIENDS THAT HAVE READ THIS BOOK SERIES SO HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE

Okay drank some water to calm down going lowercase now

(Bullet points cuase idk how to string these in a coherent paragraph)

ji0PARALLELS. I though the parallel between Soph + Aggie and Raf + Rhi was that there's like one evil, one good, and that they're siblings and they're like leaders of their schools kinda? (Agatha being Camelots queen and Sophie being evil's dean) BUT NOO THE FACT THAT THEY WERE SWITCHED?? I MEAN NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT IT WAS A VERY GOOD POSSIBILITY BUT IDK MAN I NEED TO REREAD THE MAIN SERIES

RHIAN NEED S TO BE PUT IN THE DOOM ROOM FOR BEING A GULLIBLE GAY WHORE LIKE BRO EVERYTIME HE MEETS A REMOTELY PIRATE-LOOKING PERSON AND SWOONS I JUST WANT OT SERIOUSLY SHOVE THE STORIAN UP HIS ASS BUT I WOULDN'T BE SUPRISED IF HIS HOE ASS WOULD LIKE THAT

I dont actually think hook was that bad tbh, I feel like he was JUST about to find that he was evil and when he had a piece of Rafal's sorcerer soul he developed a taste for it and realized he was evil early etc etc and he thought to use that power to defeat pan but the magic fades over time because it's just a piece so he went for his gullible ass brother(btw that was the shittiest and most obvious manipulation tactic I have ever seen but it worked on rhian somehow)

ALSO I almost said "wait if Rafal was the good one why was his soul frosty and cold and... evil??" it wasn't. he was just salty and determined to the mission at hand and Raf feels like the type to internally shut down emotionally when he's upset so yeah that explains the coldness

Vulcan is THE walking "ick" like this mf really thought calling Rhian "duckling" was seductive enough to get him to betray his brother(it worked for a split second though)

THE POSEUR THEORY (it isn't officially called the poseur theory but it's my name for it). the theory that main series Rafal is actually Rhian is absolutely. just holy shit. THERE IS SO MUCH EVIDENCE TO BACK IT UP. My personal addition is when Vulcan was first introduced I was like "OHHH lolz the brothers have a type for stylish villains" BUT NOW, I THINK ONLY ONE HAS A TYPE. Also I don't know what would be worse, if the theory is true, or Rafal went through some shit and went mad over the hundred years after he's killed his brother and in some sick twisted coping mechanism he becomes him/unwillingly became like him personality wise.

THE FACT THAT THERE ARE 2 FICS ON THIS BOOK ON AO3(NOT COUNTING THE ONE INCEST FIC) LIKE COME ONNNN GUYS PLEAAE GIVE ME CHARACTER STUDIES!! POST-BOOK THEORY FICS!! FUCK I'LL EVEN TAKE OMEGAVERSE SMUT IF IT MEANS CONTENT

WE NEVER GOT TO SEE ALADDIN MAKE A TRUE FRIEND AND IM MAD

I should have made a "gay" counter while reading

MAIN SERIES RAFAL(?) DEFINITELY SAW HIMSELF AND HIS BROTHER IN AGATHA AND SOPHIE AND THAT'S WHY HE MEDDLED IN THEIR TALE SO MUCH EVEN THOUGH YOU WOULD THINK THAT HE'D HAVE LEANRED HIS LESSON NOT TO MEDDLE IN THE FAIRYTALES

Justice for Rafal if the Poseur theory is true his name has been dragged through the mud so much because of his stupid ass brother and justice even if it isn't STILL because of his stupid ass brother

Thats it for now but I'll be back

#ROTSGE #rise of the school for good and evil #rafal mistral #rhian mistral #sge spoilers #sge #the school for good and evil #new drinking game: read ROTSGE and take a shot every time you want to strangle Rhian #actually nevermind that's a new suicide method

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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Could we maybe get some hcs/imagines about the Baby Face gang at a school event (ex. a dance maybe?) I feel like they'd be a chaotic group at social events like those lol

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Prom! 🪩💖🫶

*Set in the 90s of course. 😌 Frisk not included since this is Senior prom. Also, these are a bit long, I kind of popped off with these soooo...

AHHHHH yes of course! Such a great suggestion! 💖🫰 My girlfriend and I were actually talking awhile ago about what the boys would do at prom. I know you said any general school event, but you did specifically mention a Dance, so I'm going with Prom because it's the most recognizable event here in the states at least, ever haha! ...this might actually make it into the fic tbh...

If anyone else has requests for head canons and little imagines like this I guess, feel free to drop them in my inbox. You can do anon too if you're shy, I'm pretty sure I have it turned on. If you want HCs for a specific character from Baby Face (Sans, Frisk, Nick, Alphys, Jonas, Midas, Maeve etc) just let me know! ;)

Sans: Mr. Steal Your Girl

Didn't bring an official date (although Jonas did come as his Junior Plus One,) that comes with way too much pressure tbh, and he's too cool for that shit so... Instead, he's made it his personal mission to bag as many chicks in one night as possible. Why else come to a school dance? 🤨 What to have fun? Don't be fucking lame.

He brought his own alcohol and teachers are warily eyeing him about it. He's not subtle but no one's stopped him at all. He has too much audacity and not enough consequences.

He's definitely not wearing a full tux. He's got a black suit jacket, a black turtle neck and black jeans, and he knows he looks good too. He's dangerous.

“Excuse me, you look like you're bored out of your mind, care if I step in? Don't worry bro, I'll bring her right back.” The poor guy ain't gonna fight him. What, fight SANS!? AND FUCKING DIE TOO WHILE I'M AT IT?

Such a smarmy prick, but he's got the whole gym swooning after him. Every guy wants to knock his lights out but he's untouchable.

He's a decent enough dancer for a slow dance, and can lead without looking at his feet which counts for something. He's definitely not gonna bust a move, but he is gonna encourage some light grinding.

Although he doesn't spend most of his time dancing in fact, he's at the poker tables, doing some mock gambling with a crowd of ladies. Definitely teaching the girl right next to him how to play poker. He helps her win and she is all over him afterwards.

The guys are ANNOYED that he just ditched them to flirt with girls he definitely won't care enough about to call back the next morning but hey, who's gonna stop him?

He's not completely selfish though. The boys don't know but he's pointing some of them out and talking them up to some of the girls. What a fucking hero.

“Yeah you see my friend over there? He's fucking hilarious. He'll make you die laughing he's so funny. Such a goofball... You like goofy guys? You must if you're goin out with Morty, although... Morty's kind of a total cringefest. Like... I know a fake laugh when I see it, kid. You might be fooling Morty into thinking he's funny you're not fooling me. Go talk to Jonas. You'll love him.”

After he and some girl sneak off to the bathroom via teleportation and he's a little happier about the night (😏,) he comes back to the guys to deliver phones numbers and tales of his exploits.

Nick: Dual Class CD Solicitor & Dance Captain

He is using prom as not only an excuse to hang out with his friends, but also to sell their CDs and maybe, HOPEFULLY play a set for everyone! He has all of their equipment in a UHaul Van, COME ON PRINCIPAL GIVE US A CHANCE! We Promise we won't play any Heavy Hard Rock 🥺🥺

When a song he actually likes comes on the speakers, he reveals to the world that he's actually an INCREDIBLE dancer! He knows how to SWING DANCE! (His mom taught him)

Throw this man into a dance circle and he will bust out the double back flip into the splits bullshit you've ever seen.

Him and Jonas will dance together because they're both pretty good dancers and Jonas is the only who can keep up with Nick's energy.

The two are flinging each other around and all anyone can do is stand in a circle and cheer them on. It's the 90s and two guys dancing??? I mean it's not slow dancing or anything, thems is impressive! No one is weirded out by them thank God. I mean, if they had a problem with them, it'd probably be Monster related.

But Sans is just around the corner so ain't no one gonna be a bigot to their group.

A girl who's most certainly had a crush on him for forever, finally gets the courage to ask Nick to dance and he just smiles at her all sweet and asks if she knows how to swing. If not, he shows her a few basic moves and the two get to it. He doesn't ask for her number though, in fact he completely forgets that that's something a normal guy interested in girls would do. As soon as they're done he leaves her with a friendly goodbye and goes back to hanging out with his buddies, content as ever.

She definitely thinks he's gay after that (he's Bi and just so... Oblivious) ... He ruined her night without even realizing it 🤦🏼‍♀️ That girl is crying in the club because of him.

He would ask one of the admins if his band can play a song or two and gets denied every single time no matter what. He keeps insisting though, at one point practically begging.

Finally they're allowed to play ONE song (He went to Muffet and she put in the demand, ain't no one gonna tell Ms. Muffet no...)

Once Sans finally comes back, Nick rushes everyone on stage and they perform one of their more light hearted fun songs. It's a hit, obviously! Especially with the ladies.

All the other guys in the school are punching the air right now. Like, this friend group is too powerful.

Annnnd after the performance they fucking leave. They dip immediately and go get drunk in some parking lot.

Alphys: Awkward Lesbian™

Too many pretty girls.

She and Maeve opted to be each other's dates, but Maeve is off playing black jack with Midas so she's stuck at the punch bowl.

The punch bowl has obviously been spiked, and Alphys knows exactly who did it, but ain't no way she's ratting.

In fact? It's honestly a win. Why would she want to be sober at Prom?

Having gay panic every single time she sees a girl in a beautiful prom dress.

Alphys was convinced to wear a dress and is now trapped in a dress very similar to the one from Never Been Kissed. (If you know you know.) She's wearing sneakers with it though because of course she is :)

She is gorging herself on cupcakes too. In fact, the entire snack table has been turned into her stress, drunk eating buffet, the poor Baby!

Maeve comes to check on her and the two go dance with each other as well. Again, no one fucking messes with them because if they did they'd be dead in a dumpster from the reaper.

As a complete opposite to Nick, Alphys is the worst dancer, she has two left feet and constantly steps on Maeve's toes. She's always apologizing and Maeve is ever so patient with her. It's a good thing Alphys is tipsy off spiked punch now, otherwise Maeve would've never been able to convince her to dance.

As the night comes to a close and the boys climb up on stage, she retires back to the punch bowl. Prom is shaping up to be so awkward and...

“Ugh, they're letting a rock band play? God this is lame.” Alphys staggers over herself to defend her boys and comes face to face with the prettiest, most chiseled fishy face ever... Red braids towering her head.

Instantly she becomes a stuttering mess. Obviously. Pretty gorwl... But the spiked punch gives her that courage she needs to actually be able to talk to her. AND SHES TALKING BACK!?

This girl is obviously Undyne; she's a freshman in college, but was invited as her cousin's plus one so that the poor guy wouldn't be alone.

The two sense the sapphic vibes from each other and instantly hit it off. Undyne takes her to play poker, they dance, they get to know each other, it's soooooo sweet!

At the end of the night when the boys head out to leave, Maeve comes to find her and asks if she wants to join. Alphys decides to stay to hang out with Undyne. Maeve is instantly their biggest supporter, I mean come on.

She had no expectations for prom and then found her soul mate 🥹

Undyne takes a drunk Alphys home, and as a college student who is an expert on holding ones liquor, she helps her stay hydrated, gets her meds so she doesn't puke in her sleep, and helps put her to sleep.

Jonas: Lover boy

Much like Sans, Jonas is here for one thing: Girls.

He also didn't bring a date, and it's exactly for the same reason as Sans - In fact, as much as Jonas would never admit it, Sans is his unofficial Dating Sensei. (This is awful, wdym there's two of these fuckers!?)

He just doesn't have the untouchable suaveness that Sans has, so instead, he relies on being an adorable goofball which... It also works pretty well in his favor.

He also steers clear of taken girls. He doesn't want to start shit. I mean... Could he knock someone's lights out? Of courses but that's just so barbaric. Lycans already get enough shit.

Because Sans is kind of his role model, Jonas is also not wearing a complete suit. He's only got the nice button up and a loose tie around his neck. It's a good look for him, it's super cute.

Obviously, he's also an exceptional dancer as one of the other athletic guys in the group. Where Nick does swing, Jonas is super good at the Lindy Hop, an amazing improviser.

He's also super competitive so, Nick busts out a back flip, so does Jonas. Nick starts swinging, Jonas starts twirling and throwing him around on the dance floor until the circle's been formed and there's nothing these guys can do but keep dancing.

Once they're finally done, Jonas is amazed by how many girls want to dance with him. They're also surprisingly good humored and laugh at all his jokes. Wow he's really good at this!

The girls love being twirled around by him, dipped, lifted and tossed around. He's so energetic and has really great stamina, plus he's not embarrassed at all.

Sometimes he'll seek Sans out while Sans is making out with someone and just bum his flask off of him for some more ~liquid courage~

(not that he needs any. That guy has no shame whatsoever.)

He would definitely make a dirty joke to a girl who he didn't realize was already with someone and get slapped. Nick would immediately come to defend him but Jonas would be like "no I deserved that, I'm sorry."

Always wondering where Midas is because those two are like pees in a pod and is the only one who notices Midas and Maeve exclusively hanging out with each other. "huh, 🧐 cool! 😄" *does not question it at all*

You know he adores performing and being in the limelight. He's so excited about everything and loves all of the attention.

After they leave to their little friendship after party, he gets black out drunk and does a lot of stupid shit that the boys will be talking about til the day they die.

Midas: The Prom Demon Legend 😈

You all saw this one coming.

He is the one the teachers are always keeping their eye on. They know Sans has a flask, but Midas is definitely hiding something and he's up to no good!

At first he stuck with Jonas and Nick, but got bored when they started to dance. Dancing isn't his favorite, he might knock his sunglasses off so...

Instead he's just lurking the gym and when Nick starts begging the teachers to let the band play, he slips in and the bastard spikes the punch Alphys can thank Midas for everything that happens from there on out 😎 unintentional cupid.

Maeve & Midas run into each other after the successful Punch Spiking of '96. Obviously they stick with each other and go play black jack.

Midas is terrifyingly good at black jack. For a game entirely based on luck, he seems to win every damn time. Definitely suggested they actually start gambling and promptly shut down by the teacher.

“Well I don't know I'm feeling lucky tonight, how bout you guys?" "Midas, no sir.”

Maeve and Midas would go outside so that Midas could start smoking. They share a blunt together as they joke about everyone in the group being complete goobers.

Those two absolutely dance high together outside to muffled music. It's surprisingly romantic, but that's what prom is all about right?

If someone misgenders Maeve, Midas gets really pissed off and threatens to turn them to stone. Almost gets in trouble because of this, but Maeve is there to talk the admin down

Probably the reason the teachers were apprehensive about letting the band play. He's a little bit of a problem child 🤪

I'd say for him at least, the night is a success, and he goes down in legend as not only the most wicked keyboard player of all time, but also the legendary punch spiker, King of Prom.

They all leave before Prom King and Queen can be announced. Fuck that noise.

Midas makes Maeve a little paper crown while they're all drinking in the parking lot and declares her his personal prom queen.

Maeve: Paper Prom Queen 👑💖

Obviously we already know she and Alphys came as dates. Maeve is dressed in a prom dress she made herself.

It is perfectly fitted to her.

She gets a lot of weird looks, obviously from being a trans woman in the 90s, but she's also a big Lion Monster who is ALSO friends with a reaper so, again, no one's gonna say shit to her, and she's not going to take it.

Besides, she wears skirts to school all the time, even before she transitioned so it's not like it's something she's never done before. And she WORKS IT.

She's out in the crowd complimenting everyone's dress and their corsages. Always gassing other girls up and making them feel like the princesses they all are. Maeve of course is the queen of all of them.

She really wants to join Nick and Jonas to dance, but her heels are a little too tall for the kind of dancing those goobers are doing.

She finds Midas eventually and the two stick to each other's hip like lichen. She's always impressed by him, especially at the black jack table.

Where Midas is always winning, she's always losing but is a super good sport about it.

Covered for Midas when the teachers started asking about the spiked punch.

When they're outside she definitely wanted to confess she had a little crush on him but didn't want to ruin their moment so she just enjoyed herself.

They slow danced to Head over Heels by Tears for Fears, of fucking COURSE they did.

All female drummers are the hottest thing ever, so she definitely got a lot of under the table interest from some other guys but she didn't pay any of them mind. Why would she if they're gonna be fucking weird about it?

She's only got eyes for one guy who unfortunately, she can not look in the eye.

Her heart is literally bursting out of her chest when he crowns her paper queen though. One, it's literally so gender affirming for her and two, she's head over heels. 🥺🥺💖💖

You're honor... I love them.

Kronk Face: Oh yeah. This is going in the fic. Thanks Galaxy.

↓ Slow Dance song of the century 🥺💖🫶 ↓

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mangodestroyer · 1 year

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Weird Good Omens Dream I Had Last Night

Last night I had a dream about season 2 where Crowley was captured by Hell and that one snek lady who has been introduced to us as a new character was like the leader of the snek demons or something. Basically, she was very pissed off that Crowley betrayed Hell and decided that she wanted to "reprogram him" to be evil. So she tortured him with lots of whipping and some burning. And holy shit, would not stop screaming at him cause she was PISSED.

For whatever reason, she stopped in her torture to lament the fact that some other demon she likes doesn't like her back (this lady was literally acting like she was in hs or something and tbh, I feel like this dream version of her I came up with is grossly OOC). Crowley somehow managed to look a little sad himself and even sympathetic (even though he was just being brutally tortured) cause he was thinking about how Aziraphale keeps giving him mixed signals. The snek lady noticed and I guess knew he was thinking about Aziraphale because she scorched his thigh and screeched, "I HOPE IT HURTS YOU MORE!"

Once it was decided that Crowley had suffered enough torture, they decided to assign him a task to see how obedient he was. Obviously, he was not a changed demon deep down, but he pretended like he totally was to get them off his back. So when he enters a more desolate Hell corridor, that's when Aziraphale and Muriel show up to rescue him. And of course, the moment Aziraphale and Muriel discover him, that snek lady IMMEDIATELY finds out.

So the rest of the dream is just them trying to escape Hell. Aziraphale and Muriel are out there slaying enough demons to make Heaven swoon. Crowley just wasn't fighting, ig. Even though he was fully capable. Instead, he gets separated from them as he's chased by that mfing snek demon who just can't seem to leave him be. This time, she's taken the form of an ENORMOUS cobra. Like, this thing made Crowley's own snek form look like a harmless garter snake in comparison. It became a game of cat and mouse.

And for some reason, there were suddenly socks all over the floor. Some plain, and some with varying designs and patterns. While he was running, Crowley picked up the socks and started throwing them at the giant cobra. And I guess depending on the sock, some of them could do actual damage and slow her down. It was all based on what pattern the sock had. The black socks with a blue zigzag pattern were the most powerful and became the most sought after.

At some point, Crowley realized that he was cornered and there were no more socks to throw at this lady. And no Aziraphale to rescue him. It was then that he realized he was going to have to turn around and fight her himself. So he went into his snake form and they had a hissing match for a bit before Crowley finally struck her. His fangs went straight for her eye and lots of venom was injected into her. She collapsed. She was completely paralyzed from the venom and would not soon be a threat.

But ofc, when Crowley found Aziraphale and Muriel again, he insisted that they book it. He grabbed Aziraphale's hand and pushed him to run as quickly as possible. And yeah, that was pretty much it ig. They escape Hell and held hands.

#good omens #good omens s2 #season 2

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hollandorks · 2 years

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Tumblr didn’t notify me the bastard—

Also sorry this is shorter! It’s finals week and I’m dying 😊 (also update on that class I told you about, it turns out I got it cancelled next semester. My friend, who was signing up was like “hmm this class I wanted got cancelled. It’s disability studies have you taken it?” And I pulled a Bruce Wayne, stood suspiciously still, and asked her to repeat herself)

Stunning work on this chapter! It was amazing, as per usual. I loved every bit of it.

Damn Bruce for choosing to STOP TALKING at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME. The poor reader being like “DID YOU HEAR THAT?” while she’s literally about to die because she’s worried about him. Couldn’t even respond with a hum or a grunt or ANYTHING—how irresponsible of him. I mean I know I was swooning over him sleeping on the floor, but BRUCE WAYNE HOW DARE YOU—

I mean I know he was probably busy getting the gas mask but I’m still mad. He couldn’t say “I’m going to the store to get a gas mask” or anything? Which, by the way, made me think about where the fuck does Batman get his shit? Like is there not some knife manufacturer out there like “hm I wonder why he needed a bat-shaped knife. Surely no relation to the bat-dressed vigilante”. What’s his shipping address? Does he just have them send it to Wayne Manor? A P.O. Box register under a fake name? Is no one wondering why Bob with P.O. Box 54 needs so many knives, rope, hooks, etc.?

Good on the reader for painfully waking him up. I know it was because she was worried but I’m gonna pretend it’a because she was getting some residual anger at his untimeliness out.

Also, “I told you so”—Fantastic. Perfect opportunity. Bruce would be too curious to die before knowing what the fuck she meant by that and also she DID tell him so. I would do the exact same thing. Hell, I’m pretty sure I have told my close friends “I told you so” after they had gotten hurt just to mess with them (and illustrate how right I was).

Alfred surprised pikachu time! Love that for him. I anticipate Alfred and the reader venting together bout Bruce’s recklessness and stubborn attitude. I’m also still excited for Alfred’s meddling!! Bruce is gonna have SUCH AN EARFUL (if he hasn’t already because he probably already has, but he’s gonna get way more) about how he and the reader should be together and how there’s no more excuses.

All in all, great chapter! You’re fantastic and I LOVE YOU.

⌨️

***CH 19 SPOILERS***

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Good luck with finals!! You're almost to the end, you can do it!! Also oops on getting that class cancelled. At least they're taking your complaints seriously I guess?

Yeah Bruce definitely loses points for that one (she says as if he's real & she doesn't write him). But I imagine he was so busy trying to figure out a plan and how to rescue her (and maybe buying a gas mask???) that he just like, forgot to talk to her anymore.

Also, I definitely thought about that while watching the movie! Where does he get all this stuff?? Amazon?? Is it just delivered straight to his home?? Does Alfred help him buy stuff?? Can you imagine being the Amazon delivery driver and seeing all these packages from like "gun & knives inc." or whatever 😂 And where does he get all the bat shaped stuff?? I need answers, Matt Reeves

Probably there was some residual anger there tbh. Like, she's worried for him but also goddammit why did he risk himself so stupidly for her

Love that you're an "I told you so" person because I am too. I will never pass up an opportunity to tell someone I told them so, even if it's a bad opportunity. I had to include that line!

Surprised pikachu Alfred! Yes! Poor Bruce better watch out because he's about to get tag teamed 😂

THANK YOU BESTIE I LOVE YOU!! ❤️

#asks #motn spoilers #⌨️ anon #⌨️#is it weird calling you bestie even though I don't know who you are??#I don't care all of these anons are my besties #I declare it

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one-hell-of-otaku-is-here · 8 months

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Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo be like... (my unfiltered reaction to the movie)

I am only cca 10 min in and I am already crying

WTF HAPPENED TO EVERYONE (but Kaworu bless his soul) I DONT LIKE THIS "GLOW UP"

This is some post post Apocalypse shit and NOBODY gives a shit for a boy who kind of scaed ur asses before and slept for like a long time and is confused af. Liek literally nobody like pm they are under an attack bit it looks like everybody blames Shinji for previous event (at least new guys) like ok without Kaworu everyone would be dead but who was supposed to know Adam and Lilith would fuse like this???

"Don't do anything" BRO MISATO-SAN???? AS INFJ (who's kind of similar to INFP's Shinji) that cold stare and words hurt me deeply

I can't believe I am saying this but I kind of liked anime series abs The end of EVA better than this

They even call my boy by some number as if he was some object. Excuse me he's treated as a criminal even though he technically didn't want to be and wanted to save everyone I AM SO MAD

Fine so we are getting our info...

Ya as I thought... 14 years passed... hahahha ofc they'd be a little mad but this is overdoing it... basically he'd die if he got too emotional lol (I wanna die and we didn't even get to Kaworu at this point he HAS to give my boi happiness)

Most depressing NGE arc... is 3.0

REI REI REI

KAWORU ON PIANO

And ofc Gendou is as same as ever lmao (this impact conversed him back to how he was in anime series Ig)

I wonder if NERV is still going to do Human instrumentality project Ig its kind of gives off these vibes (later I was right this didn't change ge anything for Gendou just made him even colder like he was written before)

OK so this Rei is different altogether from all pheromones versions. She's truly like a robot only following Gendou's orders

I feel so bad for Shinji.... rn he only has Kaworu who's obesssed with him obv but tbh at his position I'd take any friends I could get

My so long awaited gay moments I was waiting for are finally here - and the reason why I am still watching (ok that's a lie rn I do want to know how it ends)

"I was born to meet you= I love you" is making me swoon all over again

Well fuck Ig that answers what happened to everyone (the fact that freaking angel.had to show it to Mc is even more depressing)

Sometimes doing the right thing can cause massive destruction- a novel written by 3.0's Ikari Shinji

There is always hope - Big apause to the best character in this show I don't care what you think this is what we needed to hear

Fyutsuki trying to do right thing by talking to Shinji while giving us his lore lol (he should have done that sooner) but this will break him

OK so now that Shinji knows he didn't save this Rei he can't find excuse for tragedy he indirectly caused(and for which he shouldn't be blamed for remember SEELE is abs amwsyeb be the main villain of NGE. But I do understand bitterness of others)... so he's slowly losing his mind

HES TAKING HIS COLLAR ?it's scene I saw before when I spo8led myself) afabatvayzvahFga I can't be ever normal about Kawoshin

They're piloting together hahaha (Ig soon we'll see THE tragedy)

Bruh this looks bad (and yk it's bad when Kaworu is nervous)

Gadouh planned all this obv and now we're fucked (again) - but it's OK he'll be killed either way

Btw this is on side note: but I find Makinami kind of annoying in this movie - she's basically being little brat and too relaxed unlike Asuka who's in his war mode 24/7 and it irks me in bad way with that said

How did Kaworu not see this happening is beyond me

We're fighting new Adam Ig (I can't wait to watch theory on this so I'd understand all this better I feel like you're constantly confused how these angel awakening work)

Is there even anyone left to kill aside from WILLIE and what's left of NERV?? This is the second craziest shit I have seen after The end of NGE because ofc nobody can top that

Lololol

RIP Kaworu - we seen it coming but his last words>>>> dw your resting place will be entirety of the old world (this quote from Genshin is fitting for him rn)

Fourth impact averted at great cost fuck this was amazing

THAT ENDING SOMG ;-;-;-;;-;-;-;-;-; AGRESSIVELY ADDED TO MY SPOTIFY LIST

And so...

Bravo Anno you created a masterpiece that you always wanted. Now I can rest in peace before I watch Thrice upon time

#evangelion #neon genesis evangelion #evangelion 3.33 #evangelion you cannot redo

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blogaliesa · 11 months

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Haven't watch the new addition of the mod but I went to see if they do anything with Senpai since it's a finale and I'm just glad that they didn't villainized him and add more to his character.

Spoilers ahead!

At first I was worried when he had his epiphany and contact Monika of his new discovery using her similar abilities. Within his mind he felt that they're meant to be together being that they both are stuck in a similar situation (him unaware that that Monika isn't in a similar situation anymore)

Quick fangirling but I'm glad they pointed out that he did had a crush on her because I did call it before the finale update. Tbh it's quite cute and now him having the epiphany makes that love more complex because that's his real feelings and not him being coded as the typical casanova from his dating game. Like that's his first genuine feelings on someone who's not programme to be automatically swoon over him by default.

As much I do understand his logic (which ngl it made me ship them even more lol), he faced for the first time since his epiphany the reality that he isn't the love interest of Monika's story despite the romance tropes sprinkled in this whole ordeal from his pov. This definitely came a big shocker for the guy who's character is center around romance.

He still is in character that he was offended by her rejection and still trying to persuade her hence their final song together as he delusionally think that a duet together might help her remember their special connection (side note that it's quite cool to see their sprite art style changes between their two games during the song which we finally got to see how Senpai look in the DDTO style) but at the end Monika putting her firm stance and abruptly cutting off his connection.

I definitely enjoy listening the song, Wilted although after that I was worried that they were going to end his story just like that. I get that for his character it's natural to leave him as a jerk but for this story that just have him realized his whole reality, I expect a bit more complexity. The epilogue for it leaves quite ambiguous as he didn't talk after that. Tbh fair enough to leave it like that because they could take his character anywhere if they desire to have a continuation of the story. Same goes with fan content. I'm grateful they leave it like that as they could go out all out and made him vent to Spirit like the typical nice guy about her and agreeing with Spirit that there's other fishes in the sea which will cemented his character status in the story.

My personal opinion is that the reason he didn't respond much to Spirit as he was still preoccupied with getting hurt by being rejected for the first time.

He can possibly be a bitter villain and possibly more heartless or developed a god complex since he could do stuff to the codes of programs. Basically a what if Sayori wasn't be able to be stopped at the end of the og visual novel. I can envision a bit of gameplay and storyline they could do. Or maybe he can be redeemed in which at first he is full on following Spirit's plan but slowly developing some feelings that weren't in his program before (like maybe he actually learns to care for others not because of his own self interest)

Yeah that's the only part I care for at this moment. I really haven't caught up with current popular mods and their updates. My mind is quite preoccupied with other things but still it's impressive to see people dedicated to making their mods.

#aliesa's talk

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97-liners · 1 year

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I had to let this essay marinate for a few days bc it required the keyboard and I think I wrote an entire paragraph but tumblr app soft quit on me BUT HERE I AM WITH MY LONG ESSAY (maybe)

Amg Jackie if I had like 600% of my braincells working I’d be apologizing for spamming your notifs bc after I read BYWYN I ended up on your writings tag and camped there for the rest of the evening like 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 how do you have so much gems? They’re not even full blown fics but they’re so good I kept giggling and kicking my feet! I’m probably gonna go back so I can rb with commentary and queue them bc ASASDASDMMM ty for your wonderful au blurbs. I love them all.

So anyways about BYWYN— first of all, how are you so funny? Bc I kept laughing the entire time I was reading. It was like watching a romcom but everything was in my head. I love everything about it from the cast, to the premise, to the dynamics. The dynamics are so good istg you had me nodding along to Chan’s slight skeptism but also absolute support for poor y/n and every time she gets into a failed attempt to seduce Cheol like JSHDJKASHDJAS I FELT SO BAD FOR HER BUT ALSO IT’S SO FUNNY PLS SEND HELP

Tbh idk how to even type this essay it’s all my somewhat unfiltered thoughts bc some structure still needs to happen here but I just want to gush about how funny and adorable and romcom like this fic is, it tickles my heart! 😭 so if this ask if all over the place, forgive me! I love it so much. I even highlighted like super quotable lines bc the Yoon siblings interactions are also funny and I can relate to them bc I’m like that with my twin too (though I’m a lot nicer than Jeonghoney Yoon) it’s the sibling sarcasm and being the best (worst) wingman possible in their endeavors of love!

/this is the Cheol section of said essay bc he is the center piece/ …you know, when you said the pit is waiting for me, I thought I would come out of this a millimeter closer to just falling but you were right. You’re right. Into the pit I go!! He’s just so! HMM! ASDASD!! Literally perfect; a dork yeah, but he’s dorkishly perfect. I can’t help but swoon and my gosh 😭 heart pangs bc basketball!Cheol from the recent Inside SVT lived in my heart-mind rent free JACKIE BUN THE GRIP WAS SO STRONG AND READING THIS FUELED THE FIREHASJKDHASJKDHJAS. He’s so reliable and I’m applauding y/n for not melting on the floor. Like she’s close to turning goop but she managed to hold herself together for the mission. Mad respect! If that was me, Cheol would have to explain to Jeonghan why there is a Chia-colored puddle on his floor. Sobbing in my hands bc I have the fic up beside me on my phone and I’m reliving the moments of push and pull and it’s so cute and silly and I love it lol. You’re so right for writing him as this super ideal perfect love interest bc I’m also sure it’s how the bestie’s younger sibling would look up at someone as a role model. Cheol is definitely role model material and reading how that idolization turn into a sincere romantic interest (even if it’s not explicitly written) was so mwah chef’s kiss to read. Like it’s slipped between the layers of comedy and chaotic emotional stress but it’s there!!

Tbh idk how to really write this as a formal essay, I think I’ve told you countless times how wonderful of a writer you are 🥺💗 and I’d repeat that every single time bc all your works amaze me to no end. You masterlist really shows your range (even the fic blurbs) bc you had me crying, grasping at my chest, literally had House That Eats in my mind for weeks to the point I mentally moved in the same house to be their 3rd ghostly roommate. And I’d mention it so often my twin has to listen to me cry over Ghost!Seokmin for days. Then I read Hello Tutorial and BYWYN and laughed my ass off so hard I was vv scared I’d wake up everyone in the house and I had to tell them I fell in love with your Cheol. I must mention the other fics too like your blurbs! How? what did you consume to be able to write something so concise even if they’re just a paragraph of an idea? Bc I’m deep in shuarot atm, I’ve been 👀 at vampire politician!Joshua bc I love how you wrote about this supernatural mystery thriller even if it’s just blurbs! ANYWAYS IM GETTING SIDETRACKED AND THIS IS A BIG BIG LONG MESS!

I admire you so much, Jackie! And I’m so happy that I’m able to read your masterlist and every little world you’ve built around the members. This ask is getting way too long and I can’t even call is an essay but I don’t really think words can express how much I love every single story you’ve made and now I will add BYWYN to my list of classics (alongside A House That Eats)! Mwah mwah much love and I hope I get to read more from you soon <33 I know whatever you’ll put out will be an absolute banger!

— Chia 🐏

CHIA @dalkyeom what if i almost cried while reading this 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the thought that MY writing can make you feel so much ?????? auuuuuuggghhhhghhhh i don’t even know how to respond 😭 i’m gonna screenshot and save this ask so i can revisit over and over and over again when i need motivation and validation FR

#chia #feedback #ask #97.yn #aiauuauuuggggg

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joshfuckingkiszka · 2 years

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『a little control - jtk』

jtk x f!reader

once again, I'm so used to seeing jake depicted as super dominant so I hope I did this one justice, also spent an embarrassingly long time ensuring that it wasn’t too similar to pretty please - tornados gone, smut goes up

THIS PIECE IS 18+ MINORS DNI

» hush hush masterlist

warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (f&m! rec), slapping, hair pulling, kind of a praise kink tbh, sort of kinda public sexual situations, DO NOT SUCK DICK AND DRIVE, also unprotected sex, but I think that’s kind of a given for me at this point

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Jake Kiszka was a lot of things: so incredibly funny he made your stomach hurt, sweet to the point where his brothers made fun of him, and an amazing guitar player that never failed to make you swoon. However, relenting was not in his long list of traits. Falling in love with him was so absolutely accidental, and the two of you were fools, never once seeing how the other felt. Your friendship had lasted over a decade before you drunkenly admitted just how in love with him you were, mistaking him for his twin. You awoke the next morning with a hangover from hell, and a confused and - only slightly - angry Jake staring you down.

“What the hell is your problem?” You jested, not understanding the full scope of the situation just yet.

“Are you in love with me?” His crossed arms gave no tell to just how nervous he had been.

You had been lying for much too long, to Jake, and yourself. Trying to convince yourself that you were simply much too close to him too often was the cause of your attraction wasn’t working anymore, and you knew it was time to come clean, friendship be damned.

Nodding, you expected the door of the guest room to be slammed, a non verbal way of telling you to leave him the hell alone, forever. Instead, he had briskly walked over to the bed, grabbing the sides of your arms, effectively pulling you up to him, and kissed you.

Two years later, you were in your shared home, his favorite guitars lining the living room walls, accompanied by pictures with frames of various sizes depicting your happy faces in a multitude of countries and monuments he had traveled to. The boys had offered you the position of tour photographer long ago, when their popularity started to skyrocket, and you couldn’t turn it down. Touring with your best friends, doing what you loved was amazing. Paige joined in soon after, making your workload a lot lighter as far as shooting and editing.

When you and Jake began your relationship, you knew he was incredibly dominant and possessive, fuck, you enjoyed it. That’s not to say you didn’t still enjoy it, it was just…routine, at this point. You knew exactly what to expect and when to expect it, and that was fine, but you didn’t fall in love with Jake because he was habitual. You fell in love with just how out of the ordinary he was, how he never did the same thing twice to “keep people on their toes”. Just once, though, you wished he would allow you to take the reins. It also never slipped your mind just how quiet you were in bed, and you knew he had never gotten past it either.

Drunken admissions were your weakness, it seemed. Josh was keeping you company as Jake ran some sort of errand he had told you about earlier that day, but slipped your mind what it was exactly was. You insisted - against Josh’s lighthearted decline - that you break into the whiskey cabinet. In retrospect, it was a bad idea. Jake would never tell you no, but you knew it was his. Not allowing a lady to drink alone, Josh joined in, and the alcohol kicked in much faster than you had both expected. Giggles and hiccups slipped from your mouths, and he tried to recall a funny story.

After a moment of uncharacteristic silence, you boldly asked, “Have you ever been…I don’t know, dommed by a woman?”

Even in his drunken state, he knew you were off limits, and he quickly let out, “I don’t wanna have sex with you.”

You laughed loudly. “No, Josh, I’m asking. I don’t wanna dom you.”

“Ohh, you wanna take control of Jakey. Good luck with that,” he wished as he took another sip.

Looking at him, you asked, “Why’d you say it like that?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s just, that’s not really his thing. You remember, uh, Lacey?”

“Layla, but yes.”

“She tried it, that’s why they broke up,” he explained nonchalantly.

Was it true? You did remember Layla, she was beautiful and made you especially jealous when she came into Jake’s life. They became serious very quickly, and you spent countless nights crying as he talked about moving in with her and, eventually, marrying her. Jake didn’t seem too upset when he called it off, was that the reason? She tried something different, and he didn't like it? He wasn’t that controlling, was he?

By the time Jake returned, you and Josh were passed out on the couch, tangled in a messy array of limbs and crooked necks. Had he been anyone else, it might have made him jealous, seeing his girlfriend cuddled up with his twin, but he knew Josh would never do that to him. And he was right, as proven earlier. He chuckled at the sight of you two, taking a quick picture for future purposes, before gently shaking you out of your slumber.

“This is why you don’t drink whiskey,” he whispered as he supported your body weight back to your room.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” you mumbled, the alcohol still heavily present in your stomach.

Laying you down, he declared, “No, you won’t.”

Even though you couldn’t remember most of the night, the conversation about Layla managed to stick with you. The thought of bringing it up to Jake made you more nauseous than the hangover. People didn’t talk about exes, that was normal relationship etiquette, it made you look desperate and jealous. Wasn’t it important, though? Sexual compatability was definitely important, and while you two were compatible, would the thought of switching it up be enough for him to leave you over it?

“Okay, what’s wrong? You’ve been in your head for twenty minutes, pretty girl.” Jake could read you like a book, always could, which is why it astounded you it took him so long to realize you were in love with him.

A deep breath was necessary, for sure.

“Is it true that you broke up with Layla because she tried to…take control…during sex?” It was hard to maintain any ounce of confidence as you asked what you deemed the dumbest question ever.

“What?!” He laughed, but when he saw your face, he knew there was more than you were letting on. “No, that’s not why.”

“That’s what Josh said.” It wasn’t defensive, just an explanation.

He knelt down to you. “Layla and I broke up because she wasn’t you, baby.”

“But you wanted to marry her?”

“No, I wanted to marry you. It’s one of those things, where you’re in it, so you go with it, because you’re scared of the alternative.” A surge of warmth settled within you at his admission. “But I wanted you, and she knew that, and it wasn’t fair to either of us.” He kissed your nose gently, and your face scrunched at the contact.

“Well, what if I told you…that it’s what I want…to take control. Just once! If you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again!”

Jake paused for a second, before responding, “Okay. I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” You smiled, and he decided it was prettier than any picture or guitar hanging on those walls.

“So, like now?”

“No, not right now!”

He laughed, and it became quiet again. “While we’re talking about it, can I ask…why you’re so…silent, in bed?”

Your eyes met his and you sighed once more, “Well, that’s kinda the whole thing. I’ve just always been so worried about you not wanting to give up control, so I just get too in my head…during, which is the worst possible time.”

“So, it’s not because I’m not good, then?” You kissed his nose, this time.

“No, Jakey, you’re very good. I’ve just always worried about us falling into a routine, and then you think I’m boring and leave me.”

He kissed you gently, “You could never be boring, not to me.”

Whenever you guys weren’t touring, you and Jake established a Thursday date night. It always ended in mind-blowing sex, but this time would be different, and it both excited and made you nervous. You slipped a gorgeous red dress over your body, the fabric ending at the tops of your thighs, and cutting down into your cleavage, showing just enough that it would entice him the whole night. He always thought you looked best in red, and he was absolutely right.

Jake wore red, as well, unbeknownst to you. His crimson button up was only clasped at the bottom, exposing his tan chest and layered necklaces. The black jeans he wore were tight and he, of course, wore his brown Chelsea boots.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that black and brown don’t go together?” You jested.

“Something tells me you don’t care all that much,” he claimed, pulling you into him. You hummed, nearly unable to form words in such close proximity to him. The scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth filtering through your dress from his body was dizzying. It was then that you remembered that you were in control tonight.

Pushing off of him, you made your way to the car, leaving him astonished that you were actually following through. Sitting in the passenger seat, you waited for him only for a second.

Dinner was torture for both of you. The waitress couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of him, and you figured she recognized him, but didn’t want to say anything. Women flocked to Jake, this wasn’t news to you. He was a god on a mortal plane, and they wanted the experience. His eyes were only on you, though, and you knew how badly it irritated the Jake girls when you made your relationship public. A part of you enjoyed it, knowing you had something they yearned for so badly, it gave you a sense of power. The other part remembered how you used to be one of them, albeit your situation was a bit different, and that kept you humble.

While the waitress was attentive to you, she was extremely attentive to Jake. It didn’t bother you, it almost never did. Just to keep you at the forethought of his brain, though, you had slid off one of your heels, rubbing your foot along the inseam of his thigh. He stuttered out his order, and you smiled at her.

“That was a dirty trick,” he expressed, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Don’t know what you mean,” you replied coyly.

During your meal, you “accidentally” dropped a utensil, and climbed under the table to “retrieve” it. At the time, he didn’t think much of it. His thoughts rushed through when your hand began groping at his quickly growing erection. You heard him choke on his drink, and held back from giggling, especially when he began apologizing to fellow patrons. The long white table runner kept your escapades hidden, and you planned to take nearly-full advantage of that. In tandem with your curious hand, you placed light kisses on his thighs, much like he often did to you.

Just when he was surely about to cum in his jeans, you came up from the table, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Lost it for a second,” you said, holding up the silverware.

“Yeah, me too,” he mumbled. “Is that how it’s gonna be the whole night?”

Nodding, you asked, “That bother you?”

He shook his head, his doe eyes never leaving your gaze. “Good boy.” His breath hitched and you stopped the waitress, asking for the check. You honestly thought you could make it through an entire meal without wanting to jump his bones, and that was your fault.

“How good of a driver do you think you are?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Uh, I don’t know, w-why?” His voice shook as he spoke, and you wanted so badly to ease his nerves.

“Just wondering.” You shrugged innocently and began unzipping his jeans. Once his full length was revealed to you, your mouth immediately chased it. He threw his head back, trying his best to keep his eyes open and on the road.

Once his cock reached the back of your throat, you kept it there for a second, knowing how much he enjoyed just keeping it warm in your mouth. You suckled on the tip, allowing your drool to cascade down the whole thing. Attempting to keep eye contact with him from this angle was difficult, but you loved a challenge. You came up for a second, grabbing the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel and wrapping it around his length, gently encasing his appendage with your own.

“Show me how you like it, Jakey.” Even with his best attempt, he couldn’t answer you, instead moving his fist along his cock, his thumb gently swiping over the tip every once in a while.

When you stopped at a red light, you pulled him by the nape of his neck to kiss him passionately.

“Fuck, keep going, pretty girl,” he begged.

“Are you about to cum?” You asked, your mouth finding the tip once more.

“F-fuck, yes!” You pulled off of him, instructing him to keep his hands off. Jake let out the prettiest whine which you ignored.

Home came into view slower than either of you hoped. When it finally did, you both breathed a sigh of relief. Rushing inside - after hastily shoving himself back in his jeans - he pulled you into a searing kiss, imprinting the feeling of his lips on yours forever.

You pushed him off of you for the second time that night, pointing to the stairs that led to your bedroom. Jake practically ran up, and you weren’t far behind him.

“On the bed, baby.” When he didn’t move, only smirking at you, you raised an eyebrow. “Okay, goodnight.” And you moved to go into the bathroom.

Panicked, he asked, “You wouldn’t do that, right? You can’t leave me like this!”

“Oh, I can, Jakey, and I will if you don’t listen like a good boy,” you threatened, even though you weren’t entirely sure if you could do it either. He slowly walked over to the bed, sitting on the end, waiting for your next instruction.

“I hope you didn’t think you were gonna get off that easily.” The double entendre rang through his ears and his mouth opened as if he wanted to debate it with you. “Strip.” He had said it to you so many times, that hearing it from your mouth was a whole new level of sexy.

He slowly removed his clothes and you annoyedly checked your watch, “You better hurry or the showerhead’s getting more action than you tonight.” That encouraged him to speed up, until he was left threadless on your bed.

Your clothes came off, though not as quickly as his, wanting to make a show out of it. Once the dress was pooled around your feet, he got to take in the new red lingerie set. The cups of the bra were completely red, with two mesh pieces meeting in the back at the clasp, the bottoms not differing much, besides the mesh being a triangular shape at your pubis, with a little bow at the top.

“I’ve never seen that one.” Jake was almost breathless, you always did that to him.

You stepped closer to him, stating, “It’s new.”

His hands began to reach for your hips, out of pure habit, and you swatted at them. Retracting them, he placed them palm-down on his sides. You straddled him, making sure that his hands didn’t make contact with your warm skin. Just when he thought you were about to kiss him, you fisted your hand into his hair, pulling it back, exposing his neck to you. You placed aggressive kisses on it, not caring if your teeth scraped at the thin skin. He hissed, moaning when you did actually bite him. Licking the spot to soothe it, you cooed at his already flushed face.

“So pretty,” you said gently, cradling his jaw in your hand. He leaned into your touch, and you both savored the moment. It was so intimate and soft, and neither of you wanted to leave that note unsung.

“You’re my pretty girl,” he told you. Your lips met his and you could feel his hand inching towards your thigh, so you broke the kiss to scold him.

Jake didn’t expect you to push him back on the bed so harshly, or for your hand to grip his cock. He certainly didn’t expect you to slide it in your cunt, but he didn’t quite mind it. The most unexpected moment came when he tried to push himself up to meet your torso and your hand slapped his face sharply. He was stunned and you thought you might have taken it too far, until he was begging you to do it again. You did, and the sound bounced off the walls, joining the wet noises emulating from where your bodies connected.

“You like that, pretty boy?” He nodded feverishly and you kissed him in the same manner.

Sliding up and down his length proved harder than you thought without his hands to guide you, but you managed. Your nails left long, angry red marks on his chest and purple bruises formed where you bit him. You knew his body so well, that when his stomach began to clench and his hand flew up to move his hair back, it was clear that he was about to cum. Slowing your pace down to only light grinding, you instructed him not to cum, to hold on for you.

“I-I don’t think I can.”

“I know you can, Jakey. I do it for you, now it's your turn to do it for me.” The only thing he could do was nod, and you could tell the muscles in his neck were straining to do even that. He was using every part of his body to keep his release in. When your pace picked back up, his arms tried tirelessly to grab at something, anything, on your body. In response, you pinned his arms above his head, restraints being sort of out of the question at the time.

“Am I gonna have to stop to tie you down?”

“No, no, please don’t stop.” Tears welled in those beautiful chestnut eyes and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deny him much longer.

As you approached your own release, you finally allowed his touch, and he relished in the feeling of your warm skin. When his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue, you finally allowed yourself to cum, demanding he cum with you. Had he not been so wrapped up in pleasure, he could have jumped with joy. You pulled him into another kiss, and he thought that might be the end.

“Okay, pretty boy, time to clean up.” When he started to rise from the bed, you tutted. “No, you’re going to clean me up.”

“Huh? Oh.” Your head was resting on the pillows, legs spread as you awaited his face between your thighs.

Jake was always one to waste time, but never when it came to tasting you. He would eat you out like he was on death row, and it was his last meal. That’s exactly what he did, his tongue lapping up the mixture of your releases. When he teased your clit with gentle kitten licks, you scolded him and he laughed, suckling it into his mouth, creating the perfect tunnel of suction. A series of curses and moans of his name tumbled from your mouth.

His fingers were always a pointed attraction, in your eyes, and you knew those guitar skills translated so well to other facets. They massaged your walls, reaching to find the spot that made you quiver.

You fisted his hair, pulling his face down to your needy cunt when he tried to overpower your control. With the conjunction of his fingers and mouth, working so well together, the feeling of pleasure unraveled in your stomach like it never had before. Your moans had become overpowering at that point, and you didn’t really care who heard you. It wasn’t until you looked down at him - and your soaked sheets - and realized what had happened.

Sheepishly, you said, “I’ve never…done that before.”

“That’s so fucking hot, pretty girl.” He pulled you in again, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

“We can do that every night if it gets you to squirt again.” You rolled your eyes, joining in his laughter. With Jake, it always felt like he was made for you, in every way. That feeling of pure, hopeless bliss would never be able to escape as long as he was around, and you like it that way.

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