#and I haven’t studied or read the book ^_^

[dragoneyelashart]

distraction ★⋆˙

smut ୨ৎ

warnings: g!p sabrina, use of vibrator, breeding kink, spanking a/n: i have so many sabrina au ideas rn guys

you’re laying flat on your bed, textbooks splayed across your lap, though you haven’t read a single sentence in the last ten minutes. you tug at the hem of your tiny shorts, heat crawling up your spine, no bra, just a thin tank clinging to your chest in the summer warmth. sabrina hasn’t even walked in yet, and still your pulse is racing like you’re already caught doing something you shouldn’t be.

she’s your tutor. sabrina, glasses that slip down her nose while she corrects your grammar with that quiet little smile. she’s the type who says “actually” before every correction and blushes when you call her out on it. and yet, every time she walks in your room, you feel like you’ve done something wrong. 

when she steps through the door, you nearly gasp. her hair’s let down, strands slipping loose to kiss her forehead, and her bangs sitting perfectly. you’re both sitting on your bed now, legs tangled loosely under the weight of a textbook you’ve barely pretended to care about. sabrina’s perched at the edge, trying to act like she’s not completely aware of how close your thigh is to hers. she’s got her glasses on, hair loosely falling over her shoulders, a few strands brushing her cheek.

she’s trying to focus. really trying. but you’re not making it easy.

you stretch out just a little more, leaning back on your hands so your tank top shifts, pulling tight across your chest. the movement lifts your shorts a little higher on your hips. you catch sabrina glancing, just for a second,then quickly looking away, pretending to read the page.

“you’re so serious,” you tease, your voice soft and syrupy. “do you even know how to sit on a bed like a normal person? you look like you’re in a job interview.”

her lips twitch, but she doesn’t look at you. “we’re supposed to be studying.”

“we are,” you say, nudging her knee with yours. “you’re just… distractible.”

“i’m not,” she says, too fast, too defensive. her voice is small.

“oh, you are,” you grin, scooting an inch closer. “i think you get flustered when girls sit too close to you.”

her breath hitches, and she tries to hide it by flipping the page, but the paper rustles a little too loudly. her hand is tense, her posture stiff. you watch her carefully, how she won’t meet your eyes now, and how her blush is creeping down her neck.

“tell me something,” you murmur, leaning in just a bit. “do you think it’s kind of warm in here miss carpenter?” you say fanning your face quicker with your hand, making your tits shift slightly in your top.

that gets her. she swallows hard, eyes darting to the textbook like it might save her. but you’ve already seen it.

your gaze drops and that’s when you notice.

beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt, there’s a shape. obvious, firm, pressing up against the fabric like it’s begging to be acknowledged. you blink, pulse jumping, then glance back up at her face.

she’s already looking at you, frozen, eyes wide behind her glasses, lips parted like she’s about to say something but can’t remember what words are. the red on her cheeks is deeper now. almost embarrassed. almost desperate.

“sabrina, baby,” you whisper, voice laced with heat, “were you hard this whole time?”

she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

you lean in, brushing your knee against hers deliberately. “god. how do you expect me to study when you’re sitting there like that?”

her hand curls into the bedsheet, knuckles white. “y/n…” she says, barely audible.

“what?” you tease, letting your fingers trail along her arm, featherlight. “you want me to behave?”

she nods, once, eyes flicking down to your lips.

you smile. slow. wicked. “then stop looking at me like that.”

“chapter six,” she says, a little breathless.

you glance down at the book, then back at her. “you ever do anything fun, sabrina?”

her eyes flick up to yours, cautious. “…what?”

“you know,” you say, dragging your voice out slow, teasing. “besides reciting grammar rules and acting like you don’t know how hot you are.”

her cheeks flush a deeper pink, and she looks down, trying to focus on the page. you reach over, let your fingers graze the side of her leg, light, feather-soft, enough to make her freeze.

“bet you’ve never been touched there before,” you whisper, lips curling. “poor baby. all brains and no mess. someone oughta ruin you a little.”

her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away. her hands curl into fists beside the book. you lean in more, so close your nose nearly brushes her cheek, your voice barely above a breath now.

“come on, sabrina. don’t you wanna stop pretending you’re not dying to know what it feels like?”

she swallows, then turns to look at you and you feel it, that moment she gives in just a little. the air between you goes tight. sharp. electric.

then her hand shoots out and clamps around your wrist.

you blink, startled, as she tugs you forward, hard enough that your chest nearly bumps into hers. your nose is filled with the scent of her skin, warm, a little nervous.

“keep reading,” she hisses, voice low and tight like a wire. her eyes flicker down to your mouth, then your chest. “or you’re going to regret this little stunt you’re pulling,”

your pulse spikes, but you force your eyes back to the page. you stumble over a sentence but hurry on, cheeks hot. sabrina’s hand slides, finding your thigh and pressing firmly. you bite back a moan, keep your voice steady: “define ‘extrapolate.’”

she smiles darkly. “good girl.” her hand drifts higher, fingertips brushing over your soaked shorts. you shift, breath catching as her hand grips you through the fabric. she’s so close, the scent of old books and vanilla swirling around you.

“now,” she says softly, “answer the question, while i fuck you.”

your heart hammers. you drop the book, and she’s swift: one arm pins you to the bed, her other hand yanks your shorts aside. you’re naked from the waist down in a heartbeat. she wastes no time, sliding inside you in one smooth thrust. you cry out, mouth pressed to the cushion. she doesn’t let up, you’re thrusting back against her, the rhythm textbook-fast.

“read,” she growls. her hand slaps your ass, hard. you gasp, words tumbling out: “to extrapolate is to infer or estimate by extending known information.”

“good,” she breathes, and fucks you harder, spit-slicked lips brushing against your neck. “keep going or i’ll stop”

you try to steady your voice. “example: using past data trends to predict future outcomes…” you drag the words out through gritted teeth as she pistons into you, teeth grazing your shoulder. each word is a battle. each correct phrase is rewarded with a deeper, rougher thrust that makes your vision blur.

finally, she halts mid-sentence. you’re shaking, face wet with tears and sweat. she pulls out and you whine, missing the feeling of being so full, she turns you so you’re on your back. one hand slaps your thigh, two fingers pressing into your entrance, overstimulating you until you whimper.

“quiz time,” she purrs. she reaches onto the table and pulls out a small vibrator, pressing it against your clit. “for every question you get right, i’ll let you cum. but get one wrong…” she trails the toy down your slit, “and i’m going to leave you here all messy, maybe won’t even let you cum.”

you nod, throat dry. she holds the remote with one hand, her other gripping your hair to keep your face buried in the cushion. “first question,” she says, “what’s the derivative of x squared?”

your body tightens around the toy. you answer, voice trembling, “two x.”

the vibrator surges. you cry out as tension shatters. sabrina smirks, dipping two fingers back inside you to hold you on the edge. “very good baby, next one.” she whispers.

you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, trembling, broken, utterly hers.

your thighs are already trembling.

the vibrator doesn’t stop buzzing against your clit, low and steady, just enough to keep you gasping but not enough to tip you over again. sabrina kneels in front of you, still fully clothed, cock hard against your inner thigh, hand wrapped around the remote like it’s nothing.

your face is buried into a pillow, your hair a mess. hips twitching. wrists clenched into the fabric. you want to cum again so bad your eyes are stinging.

“next question,” she says sweetly, adjusting her glasses. “name three rhetorical devices.”

tears wrack your face.

“i asked you a question.”

you stutter, “im sorry! um— metaphor. alliteration. and—and hyperbole.”

there’s a pause.

then she smiles. “good girl.”

the vibrator kicks up a level. your whole body jolts.

“f-fuck,” you cry, hips bucking as the pressure crests, unbearable.

but before you can cum, she turns it off.

your breath punches out of you in a sob. “daddy—please!”

she leans down, lips brushing your ear. “you think one more answer gets you to cum again? gonna be my greedy girl? cute.”

she flips you fast, face down ass up, pushing your thighs apart so you’re spread open, exposed. her cock presses against your entrance again, sliding between your sticky folds, but she doesn’t thrust in.

just grinds, teasingly.

“you want it?”

you nod hard. “yes. please, daddy.”

“then next question,” she says, soft and cruel. “what’s the capital of switzerland?”

your eyes flutter. “bern.”

click, the vibrator’s back on. high this time.

your back arches, tears spilling fast. you’re right there again, the orgasm crawling up your spine like a fire—

but sabrina grabs your throat.

“don’t you dare cum.”

you freeze. your body spasms, right at the edge. 

“next question.”

you whimper. “d-daddy, i can’t—”

she slaps your clit with her fingers, sharp and mean, forcing your head back with a sharp tug of your hair. “answer. or i’ll edge you until you pass out.”

your legs shake.

“define ‘osmoregulation.’”

you choke out the definition through gasps, stammering: “the—the process of maintaining water balance in the body.”

her eyes gleam. “very good.”

she flips the switch.

your orgasm hits like a wave, ripping through you, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing so hard it feels like you’ll break. your scream dies in your throat as you squirt over her cock, gushing down your thighs.

she doesn’t stop. not for a second.

“you want another?” she whispers, hand pressing into your stomach pressing onto the bulge, her cock pounding into your dripping pussy now. “gonna give me another baby?”

you barely breathe: “please”

she smiles like the devil. “smart girl.”

you lip if forced between your teeth, holding it there trying to suppress your noises but it’s not good enough. every time you push back, she stutters, her hand digging into your hip as she fights to hold on. you push your hands back the pleasure becoming too much for you, sabrina doesn’t care, just grabbing your hands and drilling her cock further into your pussy.

“that’s it,” she pants, voice ragged. “so tight… so good…c’mon make me cum princess”

she pulls out of you, moving to lie on her back. you go to straddle her, taking her length in your hands and slowly lowering yourself onto her cock. you lift your hips, impaling yourself on her full length, riding her slow then fast, alternating, watching her eyes roll back. you’re tired, but you know better than to disobey her. her moans are low growls, her free hand tangling in your hair as she bucks up into you, teeth catching her bottom lip.

“m gonna cum— gonna let me cum inside you, mama?” she rasps, but you don’t stop. you lean forward, pressing your forehead to hers, matching her thrusts, grinding down until you feel her tremble.

her cock twitches, filling you completely, and you feel her pulse right at the tip. she shudders, her grip on your hip tightening until you see her knuckles turn white. with one final, shuddering groan, she spills herself into you, hips stuttering, and you ride out each convulsion, letting her fill you again and again.

she collapses forward, forehead resting on your shoulder, breath hot against your neck. you stay right there, still moving just enough to hold her in every drop, your own muscles trembling as you both come down in a haze of heat and wet.

when she finally goes still, you press a gentle kiss to her temple. she lifts her head, eyes soft for the first time tonight, and whispers, “i think you’ll pass your test just fine baby,” 

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[rubywillkins]

Lando Norris| Last Stop, First Touch

Pairing Lando Norris × fem reader

Warning contatins smut

It was just past midnight when Y/N boarded the near-empty train, her coat wrapped tight around her as she settled into a quiet corner seat. The city had started to hush, and with nothing but the hum of the rails beneath her and the soft flickering light above, she slipped into her book, trying to lose herself in the pages.

Except she wasn’t alone.

Across the aisle, a man lounged with a lazy elegance that could only belong to someone entirely too confident for his own good. Lando—tall, curly-haired, and British to the bone—sat with one leg stretched out, arms crossed, and an amused glint in his eye. He hadn’t looked away since she sat down.

"You know you're not really reading that," he said suddenly, in a voice that melted like whiskey. "You’ve been on the same page for... five stops now."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, lifting her gaze over the rim of her book. “And you've been counting stops how exactly? You been watching me this whole time?”

He smirked. “Can you blame me?”

She rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Maybe I’m just savoring this page.”

“Or maybe you’re just pretending to read to avoid looking at me,” he said, leaning in slightly, his accent softening the tease into something flirtatious. “It’s alright. I won’t take it personally. Happens more often than you’d think.”

“Oh, does it now?”

He grinned. “All the time. Strangers pretending not to notice me on trains. It’s tragic, really.”

She shut the book with a playful snap. “Well, now I’m not pretending.”

“Good,” he said, eyes glinting. “You’ve got a great smile. Be a shame to hide it behind paper.”

There was a charged pause. The train rocked gently, the fluorescent lights humming above them, empty seats all around—yet the air felt thick between them. Y/N tilted her head.

“And what exactly were *you* doing, then?” she asked. “If I was pretending to read, you were... what? Meditating while staring directly at me?”

“Observing,” he said. “Studying a very intriguing subject. You.”

“Wow. You do this often?”

“Only when fate sits someone interesting across from me.”

She laughed, and he leaned forward, elbows on knees now. “Come with me.”

“What?”

He nodded, lips quirking up. “Come with me. Let’s get off at the next stop. My place is not far. Wine, records, better lighting than this hellhole.”

She blinked. “You’re inviting a stranger to your apartment?”

“Only because I’ve decided you’re not a murderer,” he said lightly. “And because... I don’t want the conversation to end here.”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “I just met you.”

“You just met me and haven’t looked away since page forty-two,” he said, tapping the cover of her book with a wink. “Come on. Let’s see where the night takes us.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You're insane.”

“And you’re curious.”

Another pause. The train slowed, the announcer muttered something unintelligible over the speaker.

Y/N stood. So did Lando.

“At least tell me your name before I regret this,” she said as they stepped off into the night.

“Lando,” he said, hand brushing hers. “And you, darling?”

She told him, and he said it like it was poetry. They walked side by side, something electric crackling in the empty city streets. And by the time they reached his door, neither of them were pretending anything at all.

The door slams shut behind them, and he pushes her against the wall, his lips crashing into hers, his hands tearing at her clothes. She moans, her body arching against his, her hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. She gasps, her head falling back, her body trembling with anticipation.

He lifts her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carries her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving her skin. He lays her on the bed, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She moans, her hips grinding against him, her body begging for more.

He kisses her, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands roaming her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. She gasps, her body arching against his, her breath hitching in her throat. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.

She asks with a pleading sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a breath, her eyes glistening, "Don't make me wait any longer. Please. I need you inside me"

Lando's lips curve into a wicked smile, his eyes darkening with lust. "As you wish, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He sits back, quickly shedding his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso. Y/N's eyes rake over him, her breath hitching as he unbuckles his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the waistband of his pants, then sliding lower to cup his erection through the fabric. He groans, his hips jerking forward.

He pushes her hands away, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her lace-covered breasts. He leans down, his tongue tracing the edge of her bra, his teeth grazing her nipple through the lace. She squirms, her back arching off the bed, a soft gasp escaping her lips. He repeats the motion on the other side, his hands roaming her body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

She reaches for him, her fingers hooking into his pants, pulling him closer. He obliges, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her wet heat. He grinds against her, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm, his lips capturing her moan. She writhes beneath him, her body desperate for more, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her body, his tongue dipping into her navel. He hooks his fingers into her skirt, pulling it down, his lips following the path, his tongue licking a hot trail down her thigh. She shivers, her body trembling with anticipation. He hooks his fingers into her panties, pulling them down, his breath hot on her skin. She lifts her hips, helping him, her body aching with need.

He tosses her panties aside, his fingers gently parting her folds, his tongue sweeping up her slit. She gasps, her hips bucking off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets. He laps at her, his tongue circling her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance. She moans, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He sucks her clit into his mouth, his fingers sliding into her, his thumb replacing his tongue, circling her swollen bud. She cries out, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her, her juices coating his fingers and chin.

He looks up at her, his chin glistening, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Fuck, you taste incredible," he growls, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault on her senses. She whimpers, her body still trembling from her orgasm, but he shows her no mercy. He crawls up her body, his lips and chin leaving a wet trail on her skin. He kisses her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moans into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. "I need to be inside you," he grinds out, his voice hoarse with desire. He sits back, quickly shedding his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He rolls on a condom, his eyes never leaving hers. She watches him, her body aching with need, her breath hitching in her throat. He settles between her thighs, his cock teasing her entrance. She lifts her hips, trying to impale herself on him, but he holds back, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What do you want, Y/N?" he asks, his voice a low growl. She bucks her hips, trying to force him inside her, but he chuckles, holding back.

"I want you," she gasps, her body writhing beneath him. "I want you inside me. Now."

He grins, his hips surging forward, his cock sliding into her in one smooth stroke. She cries out, her body stretching to accommodate him, her nails digging into his shoulders. He stills, giving her a moment to adjust, his breath ragged. She lifts her hips, urging him to move. He obliges, his hips withdrawing before slamming back into her, his cock filling her completely.

He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers, his cock hitting all the right spots. She meets his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his, her moans filling the room. He leans down, his lips capturing hers, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips. She moans into his mouth, her body tightening around him, her orgasm building. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. She gasps, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her, her juices coating his cock. He groans, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he finds his release, his body collapsing on top of hers, his breath ragged. She wraps her arms around him, her body still trembling, her heart pounding in her chest.

The city was still asleep when Y/N opened her eyes.

Soft, early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Lando’s apartment, casting delicate lines across the crumpled sheets. The warmth of his body lingered beside her, his arm draped loosely over her waist, the faint rhythm of his breathing brushing against her shoulder.

The night replayed in fragments—his hands in her hair, her laugh echoing against his walls, whispered things between skin and lips that blurred the lines between strangers and something else entirely.

She turned slowly, facing him.

He looked different in sleep. Softer. Less cocky. Beautiful in a way that made her chest ache a little.

As if sensing her gaze, his lashes fluttered. One eye opened, then the other. A slow smile spread across his face.

“Mornin’, love,” he murmured, voice raspy with sleep. “Still pretending to read?”

She chuckled, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. “Still checking me out?”

He grinned. “Guilty.”

There was silence for a moment, but not the awkward kind. The kind where two people were wrapped in something fleeting yet full. Tender and slightly dangerous, like standing too close to the edge of a perfect view you know you can’t keep.

She stretched, the sheet slipping a little from her bare shoulder. “This wasn’t supposed to feel... cozy.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, studying her. “But it does, doesn’t it?”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip. “You’re not going to ask me to stay, are you?”

Lando propped himself up on one elbow, eyes locked on hers. “No,” he said. “But I will ask you to come back.”

She smiled—half in disbelief, half in want. “You barely know me.”

He reached over and traced a finger gently down her spine. “I know enough. And the rest... I wouldn’t mind reading slowly.”

There it was again—that heat, that pull. But this time it didn’t feel like a one-night stand anymore. It felt like a story that didn’t mind being told in chapters.

And as she got dressed hours later, stealing one last glance at the man who was still watching her like she was a page he wasn’t finished with, Y/N knew one thing for sure.

She’d be back.

Not because he dared her.

But because she wanted to see where this next stop might lead.

[poyell]

I watched revenge of the sith in theaters ^_^

[why-the-heck-not]

christmas things

[cheeses-degree]

Some of my laptop’s favorite things include overheating when I have only three tabs open and running out of battery in maybe two hours and threatening to stab me with a knife if I try to use tumblr when I have YouTube open. Fortunately I have finals this week and I am not afraid of death.

[independent-fics]

Tagged by @ghostlyarchaeologist thank you!

Last Song: El Dorado by Zach Bryan

Last Book: The Blonde Identity by Ally Carter

Last Movie: Vampires Suck (listen my friend and I needed another friend to watch it it’s just so funny)

Last Show: Leverage: Redemption

Last thing I looked up: What do immunosuppressants do to white blood cell count? (fun health things)

Sweet/Savory: Goodness not this again I get into an argument with my friend because tbh idk what the definition of savory is and every time I ask someone they say “it’s like sweet but not” so if someone knows what savory is describing please help me I’m not a foodie.

Current Obsession: Honestly, I guess I have to say Ally Carter’s books. I loved her YA books when I was younger so discovering The Blonde Identity and now I’m reading her Christmas romcom The Most Wonderful Crime of the Year is really adding to my renewed leverage/heist/mystery love this year and I am not mad about it. It has made it a fun year.

Looking Forward to: My holiday from work and not being at work (I’m hoping to write at least two fics and read many books on this break hehehe).

Tagging: @werewolfsmile @scotchiegirl @ginette-de-gallifrey and anyone else who wants to do this. Thank you this was fun!

[catastrxblues]

read more than 50 pages while i was outside today!!!!!!! where’s my trophy

[a-very-fond-farewell]

ok i finally figured out how to get some free time for my hobbies hear me out:

my circadian rhythm is fucked already, right? might as well sleep 5 hours a day while I’m at it. the plan is to do 2 hobbies at the same time, maximize your true productive potential and all that.

can’t do that for drama watching bc 1) I need to take notes, 2) I need to read subs, and 3) I don’t really do crochet (yet) so there’s not much I can do while watching people making very plot-heavy decisions on screen.

I CAN however watch movies and do other things at the same time, like drawing, or crafting. I mean I can do it with new movies but paying attention to the plot while felting is NOT recommended. but I can do cardio with new movies (bad for sleeping afterwards but u know me P: I’m a menace)

now. reading AND working on another project at the same time will be tricky, but I trust my sense of proportion (said the one planning to sleep less just to be free to have fun). I do have some of the books I planned to read on an audiobook recorder, so maybe I can do my exercises while listening to my books. but others are research books for my fics and for those I cannot exactly embroider with my feet while taking notes although.................. no sir, I can’t do that.

finally. since I cannot bake at night bc other people live with me, but I can use the bathroom without anyone really minding, I think I can either watch yt videos or listen to music while washing myself. which, I do be known, it’s not as groundbreaking as it should be, but for someone who 1) forgets baths are sometimes available in bathrooms to use, and 2) dissociates in a shower, remembering to do multiple things at once is a bit of a big deal.

I wish I could go on walks at night but (ah!) being afab I will not try that one, no sir. I used to have an app called Zombie Run and it was fun! much more fun than the idea of walking alone at night in a small village where anything can happen for sure.

ah. also. I would have to plan a schedule for all of this bc I also need to write my fics. which means that I’ll make time for all of these things based on whether my activities during the day have thoroughly beaten me up or not. I also have planned a huge live-reaction to write for a fic I just recently found and that does take time to navigate in a sensible way.

let’s start the new year full of hopes and dreams :D and let’s see how badly I fuck up along the line, shall we?

[queenangella]

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[oddberryshortcake]

Don’t do grad school kids

It fucks ya up

[monogramsalarm]

oh yeah i’m trying to read again<3

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

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[foxgloveinspace]

Me, going about my business, just chilling.

Brain: hey, what if I re-awoke your dormant DCU hyperfixation?? Like to the point of wanting to buy comics again, not just read fic??

[pansy-out-of-the-wardrobe]

Studying for a test and all of a sudden my fanfic wips and books on my shelf are looking mighty appealing

[neptunsx]

YOU WERE MINE FIRST | L.HS

⤷ genre: nsfw.

⤷ synopsis : heeseung as your fuckboy roommate who got jealous and had to remind you who you belong to.

As you sit on the couch, burying your head in your book to drown out the moans emanating from Heeseung’s room once again, you can’t help but sigh. This has become a regular occurrence since moving in together.

You hear female giggles and whispers from his room. The moans and sounds of the creaking of his bed frame grow louder, and you roll your eyes, trying to focus on your book.

Hours pass, and finally, the noises die down. You stretch, having finally managed to lose yourself in your novel. Suddenly, Heeseung’s door slams open. He strides out, shirtless and disheveled, a scowl on his handsome face. Behind him is the girl he brought over, her cheeks hot red, her hair messy. He escorts her out of the house.

“I’ll wait for your text heeseungiee” she says while hugging him.

Heeseung just nods, you already know he won’t text her. She was another one of his toys and one time flings.

The next day, you’re in the kitchen making breakfast when Heeseung comes out of his room, looking as rough as he did the night before. He grabs a glass and fills it with water, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he turns away. You decide to break the silence,

“Heeseung, you need to keep it down at night. Some of us have to wake up early.”

“Yeah yeah.” he mutters before downing the rest of his water and leaving the kitchen.

Days go by, and Heeseung continues his nightly shenanigans. You try your best to ignore it, throwing yourself into your work and studies. One night, you get a message from your study mate, Jinho.

“Hey, wanna grab dinner with me tonight?”

“Sure, sounds nice” you text back with a smile on your face and a flutter in your stomach.

Jinho has always been a sweet and respectful guy. He made you laugh a lot too. This was a perfect moment, since you haven’t been out with anyone for a while. Who knows, maybe things would work out.

You come out of your room, in a beautiful dress and you text Jinho that you are on your way soon. Only then, Heeseung comes out of his room, wearing low-slung sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He pauses when he sees you dressed so well, your phone in hand and a smile on your face.

“Where are you going?” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest.

You look up, startled,

“Out with a friend” you answer vaguely, turning back to your phone.

Heeseung’s face darkens, and he stomps over to you, grabbing your phone out of your hand. He reads the message, his jaw clenched.

“Jinho, huh? Your little studying buddy?” he sneers, his voice low and jealous.You stand up, taken aback by his sudden aggression,

“Give me back my phone, Hee” you demand, trying to keep your voice steady.

He doesn’t move, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“Are you going to fuck him too?”

His words hang in the air, a challenge and an accusation in his voice. You’re stunned into silence for a moment. Then anger flares in your chest.

“Thats none of your business” you snap and grab your phone back.

“Yeah right” he chuckles darkly, “Go ahead and sleep with him. He’s a good boy. He’ll treat you gentle like the innocent girl you are” he smirks mockingly.

His words sting, and you hug your phone to your chest, feeling a strange lump form in your throat. You swallow it down, lifting your chin defiantly.

“Exactly” you say firmly. “Unlike some people, he knows how to treat a woman with respect”

“He can probably go five minutes before he busts” he mutters under his breath, clenching his jaw.

“What?”

“Have fun with that loser”

Your date with Jinho went perfectly. He’s sweet, funny, respectful - everything Heeseung is not. He drops you off at home with a soft kiss on the lips. You smile all the way to your room, changing into your pajamas.As you climb into bed, your phone buzzes with a text from Jinho.

“I had a great time tonight. Can i see you again soon?”

You’re typing out a response when your door slams open, making you jump. Heeseung stands there, his eyes blazing with anger. He didnt even knock, he stormed in, his presence filling the room. He sees your phone in your hand,

“Missed your boyfriend already?”

“What do you want Heeseung?” you ask coldly “To criticize my love life some more?”

“I want to know if he made you cum” he says coldly, as he steps closer.

“What?! No! I- thats none of your business!”

“So he didnt touch you?”

“No, he’s a gentleman, he waited.” you wrap your blanket around you tighter.

“Why are you hiding yourself?” he asks softly, his hand reaches out, grabbing the blanket and tugging it off you.

You gasp as the blanket is pulled away, leaving you in your thin pajama top and shorts. Heeseung’s eyes darken as he takes in your form, his voice low and husky.

“I’d have you bent over that bed, panting and begging for more by now”

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You try to maintain eye contact, but your gaze flickers down to his lips briefly before returning to his intense stare.

“You’re delusional” you whisper, trying to sound more confident than you feel. “He’s a better man than you"

Slowly, deliberately, Heeseung reaches out, his fingers brushing against your thigh. His fingers linger there for a moment before sliding upwards, pushing the hem of your shorts up slightly. His touch sends a jolt through you, and you can’t help but tense.

“Better man?”His fingers trace patterns on your thigh as he speaks, his face inches from yours.

“Better man who can't even make you this fucking nervous with just a touch?”

Your body responds to his words, your breasts tightening, your belly tensing. You nod. His fingers stop their movement, instead gripping your thigh.

“So, i guess he didnt touch you here…” he asks softly, his hand dangerously close to where you most crave his touch.

You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your thigh.

"No" you whisper. His eyes narrow slightly, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you. Instead, he does something even more shocking. He slips his hand into your shorts.

You squirm as his fingers brush against your panties, feeling the heat and dampness there. Heeseung's eyes darken with satisfaction and something more primal.

"Not even here?" he asks, his voice a low growl as he gently rubs against your clit through the thin fabric.

You bite your lip to keep from making more noise as his fingers move against you. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your panties soaked. You try to press your legs together but his hand is in the way. He smirks, knowing the effect he's having on you.

"He didn't spread your thighs and bury his face between them?" Heeseung asks, his breath hot against your face as he watches you squirm. His fingers hook into your underwear, starting to pull it aside.

"He didn't lick you out until you were begging?” he says, his face leaning closer to where his hands are.

“H-heeseung stop”

“Do you really want me to?” he says, coming up and bringing his face close to yours. You look into his eyes, you feel your body begging for him. You can't take it anymore. You grab the back of his neck and smash your lips onto his.

Heeseung's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your sudden kiss, but he quickly responds, his lips pressing firmly against yours. He takes your shorts off in a swift motion and he pulls your panties aside.

Your kiss deepens as his fingers spread you open. He growls softly, feeling how wet you are. He adds one finger inside you, making you moan into his mouth. He swallows the sound, his tongue plunging into your mouth like his finger plunged inside you.

Heeseung kisses you fiercely as he adds another finger, pumping them slowly inside you. He angles his fingers to hit that spot deep within, making your back arch and your walls clench around him. Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, biting lightly as he fingers you harder.

“Would he ever make you this wet?” He asks, his voice rough with desire and jealousy, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot again and again.

"F-fuck no”

"Who's making your pussy tighten like this?”

You groan, not wanting to admit that he is the only one that ever got you this wet and needy. Simply because you couldn't admit it to yourself either.

“Answer me. Is it him?” His fingers pause inside you.

“No, i-it's you” you finally admit, grinding your hips to his fingers.

Heeseung hisses, as he removes his fingers from your hole, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off them. Then, he pulls down his sweatpants and frees his hard length.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer as he positions himself at your entrance. He looks down at you, searching your face for any sign that it's not him you want like this. Then, he thrusts his hips forward, filling you completely in one harsh motion.

You cry out softly, your nails digging into his back. He's thick, stretching you wide open. He captures your mouth again, swallowing your moans as he pulls back his hips and thrusts deep again. He sets a hard pace, your bodies slapping together loudly.

He lifts you up slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he pounds into you relentlessly. You can feel every inch of his length sliding in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust. His kisses are demanding, claiming your mouth as his own.

"God," Heeseung mutters against your jaw, "You're so tight." He lifts you up slightly again, changing the angle and hitting that spot so deeply that you almost scream.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he growls, his voice low and possessive. He doesn't wait for an answer, thrusting deeper and faster, claiming you with every movement.

Tears fill your eyes as he hits that spot over and over, making you feel like you're gonna break apart. "You," you whimper, "It belongs to you, Heeseung.”

"Fuck..." Heeseung suddenly pulls out of you, flipping you onto your stomach. Before you can react, he enters you from behind, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to rub your clit.

He leans over you, his teeth sinking into the back of your neck as he thrusts into you over and over, his hand moving in small circles on your clit.

“You are fucking mine” he groans to your ear.

The feeling overwhelms you, and soon you're screaming out his name, your body shaking with a powerful orgasm.

Panting harshly, Heeseung continues thrusting a few more times, chasing his own release. Feeling your tight inner walls clenching around him sends him over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, groaning long and low as he comes undone, filling you with his hot seed.

He stays like that for a moment, his chest pressed against your back as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he pulls out of you, turning you back over onto your back. He looks down at your face, his expression softening as he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You are crying already? I'm not fucking done with you”

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how to convey arabic language in a specific dialect is being spoken without lengthy descriptions of how words/specific letters are pronounced?

Anonymous asks:

I believe my question revolves around linguistics, but please correct me if there’s something I didn’t take into account. I’m an Egyptian girl who speaks Arabic (the Egyptian dialect specifically), and I am currently writing an urban fantasy set in modern day Egypt. Naturally, the characters would be speaking Egyptian arabic (i even have a scene where my character converses with a tourist and struggles to speak to them ‘in english’)  But as the story is written in english, I found this is really hard to convey, especially with the entirely different alphabet, and the words that simply cannot be transcribed (sometimes in definition, and sometimes in letters that don’t have an equivalent). What would be a good way to send the message that these characters are by no means speaking English (unless stated) without having to hold the reader's hand through lengthy descriptions of how a word is pronounced at every corner?

Hi Anon! This is a tough spot. I’m no expert, just a mod and fellow writer trying to support your fantastic ask. Any bilingual readers, especially other Arabic speakers, feel free to chime in.

1- Disclose they’re speaking Arabic, even though you’re writing in English:

Example A: “Hey, Noor! Wait up,” he said in Arabic. 

Example B: “Habibti, I haven’t seen you in a while,” she reminded me. It was true - I had missed the lilt of her Darija-Moroccan dialect-so different from the Mesri, the Egyptian twang, that rolled off my tongue.

2- Consider using Arabic semantic structure or phrases and idioms used mostly in Arabic.

Example A: She reddened with embarrassment. // They whitened at the sight of it. ((English would probably say she ‘turned red’ rather than reddened, or ‘paled’ rather than whitened. Since Arabic has this natural and fun ability to let color be a verb, which English can but doesn't have naturally - make use of it! It will read differently in English because it’s an Arabic construct. Use other examples like this that you’d know better than me.))

Example B: Consider using “May the Gods smite her house!,” instead of the classic English ‘Fuck You.’ Or use “On my eyes” rather than ‘min ayooni’ or its English translation of ‘of course.’ Since Arabic language is beautifully expressive, you could lean into that when you can rather than using common English alternatives.

 Example C: Consider interspersing Arabic transliterations of common words/phrases like; habibti/habibi; yani; mashallah casually through the story.  

3- When speaking with English speakers, consider using informal text/chat speak (Arabizi?) to communicate the Arabic, since it’s already transliterated to the Roman alphabet. [disclaimer - I am atrocious at this, and will be surprised if anyone can read it… but for science!]: 

Example A: Instead of (انت طالب بالجامعة) or “are you a student?” it becomes; 

“Ente 6albeh bel jam3a?” I asked, staring at the textbook in his arms. 

He looked at me confused. “I don't understand,” he said. “I can’t speak Arabic.” 

“Wain 3m tedrus? Where do you… y3ni… where do you study?” I tried again in slow, awkward English.

These examples may or may not work for you. It’s important to remember that there’s no single "right" way to do this, but it’s mostly about finding a balance that reads well, and feels good to you. Subtle cues like sentence structure, idioms, the occasional untranslated word, and natural context can help to show the language shift. Good luck and happy writing!

~ Melanie 🌻  

P.S. Mod Meir suggests checking out the book When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb, which handles this issue well. There's a lot of "He said in English" or "He repeated it in Yiddish for the old woman's benefit" or "It took him a moment to realize he had spoken in English" (( Thanks Sacha! @kuttithvangu ))