#and then pay attention during lectures and do your homework

[euphoriaslux]

two’s a party.

summary: you recently transferred to stanford, and decide to tutor a tennis player in your class. he has a friend. severe indecency ensues.

word count: 3.3k

warnings : smut, threesomes, f!oral receiving, swearing, smoking, drinking. slight cuck energy if you squint (i’m sorry ((no i’m not))). no challengers spoilers!

a/n: this fic got away from me big time but this movie has rotted my brain and as a result i have written utter debauchery that i will not apologize for. just had to get this out of my head, enjoy!

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stanford science hall. monday , march 3.

You swear the last thing you’ll hear before your body is lowered into your grave is the process of lactic acid breakdown.

It’s 2:30 PM. Kinesiology 189 with Professor Wilson, a lanky middle-aged man with a PhD in exercise science and a half-grown beard that you don’t think will ever fully grow in, is almost over. He’s teaching Extended Studies of the Human Body in a humid classroom filled with student-athletes, most of whom are trying to stay awake, trying to hide that they’re taking a nap, or making no attempt to hide that they’re on their phones. You don’t really blame any of them, because the professor’s voice is so soft and monotone that it feels like he’s begging everyone to pay attention to anything but him. You’ve managed to stay somewhat on course with the thread of today’s lecture, the notebook in front of you filled with scribbles of incomplete molecular structures and somewhat legible drawings of the muscular anatomy of a hamstring.

This class is required for your biology major since you’re on a pre-medicine track. You don’t know why you’re doing it, the whole doctor thing, but you’ve developed a weird fixation for this class. The functionality of the body, how muscles stretch and tear with each movement, and how amino acids work to build them back even bigger.

And, possibly because of the tennis player who sits four rows ahead of you every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

His last name is Donaldson. You know because of the faded label on the massive bag he throws on the floor every time he walks into class, at least ten minutes late with a backward Stanford Tennis cap on his head. His first name remains a mystery, partly because he never talks in class, and mainly because you’ve made no attempt to speak to him. You like to think it’s because you’re so focused on the curriculum.

Professor Wilson knows your name, though, since you’re in his office hours every Thursday at 11 A.M. In part because he gives out most of the answers to his homework, and because you just transferred to Stanford your last year and very desperately need a letter of recommendation for medical school. Hence why you agreed to tutor a student with lower than 60% in the class during one of your meetings. And why everyone in the class was staring at you right now.

“... first come first serve, so reach out to her sooner rather than later.”

You give a tight-lipped smile, glancing around the room. Most people have looked away, back to their distraction of choice, but you meet eyes with the fluffy blonde-haired tennis player.

stanford library. wednesday, march fifth.

It’s 11 A.M., and you feel like your brain is about to explode if you look at another practice set.

“Hey”.

Your head whips around to the harsh whisper, only to be met with the blue-eyed mystery from your class. He has that large bag slung over his shoulder, with the end of a tennis racket peeking out of it. His hair is slightly stuck to his face, and his compression tee is slick to his chest like a second skin.

“Hi,” you whisper back. He smiles before tossing his bag on the floor and sitting in the chair across from you, either unaware of or completely ignoring the glares he’s receiving from the other students studying.

“You know,” he pulls out some kind of nutrition bar from his bag, unwrapping it and taking an aggressive bite, “for someone advertising their services, you’re pretty hard to find.”

“You’re in Mr. Wilson’s class, right?” you ask, hoping your subdued voice will remind him that he’s in a notoriously quiet place. He hums, pointing at you with his half-eaten snack.

“And I’m trying not to fail, but you didn’t leave your number anywhere in the classroom, and you bolt after every class. So how am I supposed to patronize your tutoring services…” he trails off, his volume the same level as when he walked in. You furrow your brows as he leans back into the chair.

“That’s when you say who you are.”

You feel a burn on the back of your neck as you tell him your name. He glances down towards the problem set you’ve nearly finished.

“How do you turn in any of those, I can’t get halfway through one of them.”

You pause for a moment before leaning slightly across the table to whisper:

“This new weird thing called studying. I think it just got approved by the CDC.”

“Very funny,” he shakes his head as reaches for your binder with your class schedule printed out on the front of it.

“Why are you taking so many bio classes?”

“Because I’m a biology major,” you can’t help the sarcasm dripping from your voice, and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, you’re making this too easy for me,” you raise your hands in conceit.

“I have practice every day at five so you can tutor me for like an hour beforehand,” he says before standing up, crunching up the silver wrapper and stuffing it into the front pocket of his blue jeans. You scoff at his sentence.

“Well, thank you for so generously fitting me into your schedule,” you roll your eyes, turning the page in your textbook. He grins.

“Tell the coach you’re there for Art. They’ll let you through.”

stanford tennis courts. friday, march 7th.

It’s 4 PM, and the California sun is sweltering. Your shorts feel like they’ve become a part of your legs, and your bag feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. By the time you make it to the tennis courts Art is already on the green concrete, shirtless with beads of sweat dripping down his face and chest. You hear his grunts as he sprints across the court, hitting the ball toward a slightly taller brunette with dangerously short red shorts. You watch them at the entrance for a few minutes, slightly entranced as the two play so seamlessly, as if they know every move the other person is going to make. You force your eyes away as you walk up the bleachers, stepping over leftover water bottles and chip bags to sit down and grab your notes from your backpack. It takes a couple more minutes for Art to notice you, yelling your name after he turns around to grab a ball his partner had hit particularly hard. You wave, and he says something you can’t hear to the brunette before the two of them jog across the courts and up the stands to where you are, blocking the sun as the two stand side by side.

“Who’s your friend?” you ask as you stuff the problem set you were working on in between the pages of your notebook.

“I’m Patrick,” he says, with a toothy smile and his ears poking out from under his hair. He has a bit more of a boyish charm to him than Art does, whose eyes are glued to his brunette counterpart.

“Are you in Mr. Wilson’s class too?”

Patrick opens his mouth to answer but Art speaks first, slightly pushing his friend with his shoulder as he says “He doesn’t go to Stanford, too busy being a tennis pro.”

Patrick rolls his eyes but his smile doesn’t leave his face. You notice how different this Art feels from the one in the library, how direct his playfulness is and how close he and Patrick stand together, their sweaty torsos nearly melding together.

Interesting.

“Like, Andre Agassi level pro?” you smile as the two of them laugh. Patrick raises the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, and you can’t help but take a glance at the exposed skin just above his waistband.

“Sorry, he’s like the only tennis player I know.”

“No, no I’m taking that as a compliment that you think I’m on the level of Agassi. No takebacks if you see me play,” Patrick points at you.

“Will do,” you salute, turning over to Art.

“You ready to study?” you ask him as he makes a comically loud groan, his head falling back. Patrick laughs, reaching over to ruffle his friends hair.

“You do remember that’s why I’m here, right? Midterms are in two weeks.”

“I definitely have not forgotten that.” he says. You purse your lips just as Patrick’s eyes seem to light up.

“I’m staying at the Courtyard Hotel for the weekend. You two can come over and study, I need to review my last match anyway. Kill two birds with one stone,” Patrick suggests.

“Just studying?”

“Just studying,” Art says, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulder. You glance between the two of them, trying to decipher the unspoken communication they seem to be doing. But you can’t crack it, so you shrug.

“Sure.”

“Let us finish this set, and then you’ll have me all to yourself. Sound fair?”

“Wow, what a privilege. Don’t take too long, it’s hell on Earth out here!” you yell the last part as Art jogs down the steps and back down towards the net. You look up once you realize that the sun is still being blocked, and Patrick is still standing in front of you.

“You ever play?” he grins, flipping the tennis racket in his hand.

“Tennis? God, no, that would not be a pretty sight. I’ll stick to what I’m good at,” you gesture to the books and notes in your lap. Patrick nods.

“If you ever want to learn, I could teach you sometime, you know if-” he’s cut off by Art yelling his name, and you both glance to see him with his hands on his hips.

“Go, don’t keep your boyfriend waiting,” you wave him off, and you swear you can see him blushing. Must have been the glare.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder as he runs toward Art.

courtyard hotel. saturday, march 8.

It’s 11 pm. There’s a cold shiver in the elevator as you wait to get to the fourth floor, your tennis shoes tapping against the floor as one hand plays with the handle of the pack of beer in your hand while the other crumples and re-crumples the piece of paper with the hotel room number Patrick scribbled on it.

what are you doing?

You don’t have time to think about the consequences of your actions as the robotic voice signals that you’re on the fourth floor, the elevator doors fluttering open. It’s like your feet have a mind of their own, as you find yourself almost mindlessly wandering through the hotel halls until you’re planted in front of room 4B. You raise your hand to knock on the door but before you can make contact with the wood it’s thrust open, and Patrick is standing behind it. His dark hair is slightly tousled around his face, his striped shirt unbuttoned and his black boxer briefs low on his waist. He’s smiling, that same big smile as before, but his face is a little flushed, a gentle pink hue touching his cheeks. The two of you don’t say anything for a few seconds, as if you were both testing to see who would concede first to acknowledge the other’s presence. You raise the pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon in your right hand.

“I brought studying fuel.”

You were never good at waiting.

Patrick laughs before he moves slightly out of the way to allow you to walk into his room. It’s small, with a queen-sized bed and a tiny desk, and the A/C emits an odd rumbling sound as it smacks against the window. Clothes and scorecards are strewn across the floor, and the scent of cigarettes permeates the room. You place the alcohol on the floor before deciding to sit on the bed, kicking off your shoes as you cross your legs. Patrick seems to stall for a moment, smiling to himself before closing the door behind him. He doesn’t lock the door, but you didn’t notice.

“Art’s not here yet?” you ask, watching as Patrick walks over and tears open the cardboard case, cracking open a can. Taking a sip, he leans against the desk as he smiles.

“Art can be bad with time.”

“As I’ve noticed,” you reach your hand out to motion towards the drink and Patrick hands it to you, staring as you take a large sip.

“Well,” you wipe the side of your mouth, “I told him to bring the topics he wanted to study, so I guess we can’t do anything until he gets here.”

Patrick nods with a slight pout, his fingers playing with the pop tab of the can. “I guess we can’t.”

“How’s tennis… stuff,” you laugh as you finish the question, not sure of exactly what to say.

Patrick seems to tense a little at the mention of the sport, moving over to sit next to you on the bed. His knee grazes your leg and you feel a slight buzz at the contact as he takes the beer from your hand.

“I’m kinda fucking it up right now,” he says, and you furrow your brows.

“How? You were like, really good yesterday.”

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. He hands you the beer and you finish it off, placing the empty can at the bottom of your feet.

“I’m good with Art. It feels so fucking natural and easy with him. But in my other matches, I don’t know. I just … can’t replicate it.”

You nudge him with your leg.

“Sounds like you two were made to play tennis together.”

He makes a noise of agreement, his hands slowly moving to ghost over your thigh.

“You and Art are pretty close?” you ask as he plays with the bottom hem of your shorts, but he doesn’t say anything. You take his silence as a yes.

“Do you ever get jealous?”

“Of Art?” he asks, almost incredulously. You shrug.

“Yeah, or jealous of the girls he’s with. Either or.”

Patrick sits on that for a few moments before smirking.

“What’s mine is mine, and what’s his is mine.”

You laugh at that, a real deep laugh, and Patrick giggles next to you, the both of you tipsy from the can of beer you finished. You reach over and put your hand on his flushed face, rubbing your hand across his cheek.

“What were you doing before I came?” you feel his face warm even more against your skin as you position yourself closer to him.

“Practicing- or, sorry, rereading my scorecards from my last match.”

You tutted as you moved your hand to the back of his neck, gently running your hands through his hair.

“You can tell me the truth, Patrick.”

He turns his head to press a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand before looking up at you as if to check if that was too much. Whatever your expression is gives him the confidence to move down to your neck, his tongue licking your skin.

“I think you know.”

You feel a pull in your lower stomach at his words, muffled by his mouth nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear, and he sucks hard enough for you to put your hand around on his face at the pressure. Pulling his face up, the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, and his eyes glance toward your lips. You wanted to wait, to make him beg and plead for it, but your body seemingly pulled you forward as your pressed your mouth onto his.

You were really quite bad at waiting.

He tastes like tobacco and faintly of the fruit medley in the dining hall, and you sigh as his lips interlock with yours and his hand grabs the back of your neck, pressing you into him. The kiss gets messy and hard, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip and into your mouth as you lift your leg to straddle Patrick, grinding into him. He whimpers into the kiss as his calloused hands drop down to the waistband of your shorts, hesitating for a moment before dropping his hand into your underwear. You grind just a little bit faster as his fingers press circles into your clit, covering your mouth with your hand as you moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he uses his other hand to guide your hips, and your move your hands down to tug firmly on his hair. You can feel your climax building, the pressure in your stomach getting closer and closer to taking you over the edge-

You both jump at the sound of the hotel room dor slamming shut. Art is standing there, in that damn backward cap and a Stanford tee shirt as he crosses his arms over his chest, saying nothing as you and Patrick sit up straight, him adjusting his crotch and you smooth down your shirt, avoiding his gaze. Finally, the silence is broken by Art laughing.

“Christ, I’m not the cops,” he slips out of his slides as he waltzes over and opens a can of beer, drinking about half of it in one go. You look at him, and at Patrick, and then back at him, not knowing what the hell you just got yourself into.

“You want to fuck him right?” Art asks, and you can’t help your small gasp at how easily he said that. You glance at Patrick, hoping he’ll know what to say, but he’s just staring at Art.

“I-um,”

“So, no one’s stopping you,” Art cuts you off, taking a final swig of his beer and moving to stand directly in front of you. You open your mouth to try and explain, but before you can talk Patrick’s mouth is on yours again, his hand roaming your body. His grip is firmer now, his fingertips digging into the side of your stomach. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt and you separate, breathless as you pull your shirt over your head and toss it on the floor. Patrick’s mouth moves down to your neck, then your collarbones, and then your chest as he reaches around to take of your bra, and you feel on fire from Art’s gaze across the room. As Patrick kisses down your stomach and yanks down your shorts, you turn over to meet Art’s eyes.

“Come here.”

Whatever resolve Art was holding onto crumbles as he quickly takes off his shirt and slips out of his Nike shorts, tossing his hat on the dresser. In a flash Art’s hands are on your neck, tilting your head around to kiss you as Patrick lifts up your hips so he can take off your underwear. Art’s lips are softer than Patrick’s but he kisses you a little bit harder, his hand cupping the base of your neck. Somehow, they both taste the same. You moan into Art’s mouth as you feel Patrick’s tongue swirl around your clit, rolling your hips into his mouth as Art’s cock presses into your back. It’s just so much so fast, and that familiar buzz starts to pool in your lower stomach.

“Look at him,” Art turns your head to Patrick and you look into his eyes as you cum, Art’s hands hold your head forward as a wave of euphoria crashes over you. Patrick’s hands are digging into your hips as he stares up at you and Art. Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath, leaning against Art as Patrick leans back up, his mouth a few inches from yours.

“Who do you want first?

[temiizpalace]

☆┊”CAN I COPY YOUR HOMEWORK ?”

SUMMARY: you forgot to do the homework before your next class.. excellent job prefect. no problem. you can just copy off your classmate! what’s his response to “can I copy your homework?”

CHARACTERS: all dorms (+ grim)

GENRE: crackfic, but could be considered fluff

WARNINGS: cursing

reader gender is not mentioned, reader is yuu

“i’ll help you with it!”

i mean, you COULD copy.. but how will you understand the material? if you copy then you might not understand it later! that’s not good at all! instead of letting you copy it all together, he helps you and walks you through it like the angel he is. he’s explaining everything in detail but in a way you could comprehend it. totally should be your teacher. even if you already understood the subject, he still wants to lock it in and make sure you truly do get it. (after that you felt like albert einstein)

riddle, trey, jack, ortho, rook (he already knew you weren’t paying attention so he got ya covered), silver

“yeah, sure”

you wanna copy his homework? yeah, sure. why not? you’re the overworked prefect of ramshackle dorm, or some may say “crowleys assistant.” you deserve a break every once in awhile right? maybe they do care about your wellbeing and want you to rest as much as possible. you already work your ass off every day. you study, care for grim, do crowleys work, and deal with some random dorms shit almost 24/7. hell, why not let him write it for you?

it’s that or he just doesn’t give a shit. 🤷🤷

epel, lilia, malleus

“bold of you to assume i did the homework”

you’re both in the same boat. well sort of anyway. he’s a busy guy, he doesn’t have time for that. life is short, and he should be doing things he wants. not sit in a classroom all day and write, just to sit down in his dorm room and write for the rest of it. oh no. he probably has like 10 missing assignments right now. long story short: his ass did not do the homework cause he didn’t wanna.

ace, leona, floyd

“lol nope”

damn you didn’t do the homework? well good luck with that. listen, he did the homework. he’s on top of it. you on the other hand chose not to do it. what’s that? oh you were busy? that sounds rough. he wishes you the best and hopes that you’ll listen next time. alright? bye 🫶🫶

idia, jamil

“wait, we had homework????”

there was homework? THERE WAS HOMEWORK? oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. he messed up. now he’s scrambling to get it done before his next period, panicking and triple checking his answers. poor baby was so caught up in his life he forgot all about class assignments. now you both are sitting at the cafeteria with pencils and eraser shavings everywhere. those sitting around you both were losing their appetites because for some reason their meal tastes like led or graphite. best of luck to you both 💔💔

grim, deuce, cater, kalim

“sure you can copy it! for a price of course.”

yeah he’ll let you copy it. one teensy weensy detail though, what’ll he get in return? well it was your fault for not working on it during your free time. it’s only fair right? he worked so hard to get these answers, why should he give them away for free? haha. that’s just how the world works, prefect. it’s nothing personal really, he just wants to benefit.

azul would definitely try to upsell you into getting one of his study guides. capitalist.

ruggie, azul, jade

he scolds you.

you didn’t do the homework? *sigh* perfect, oh, prefect. that’s a horrible habit to develop, really. why didn’t you do it? now you must scramble to finish it. you see not doing the homework once is alright, but if this happens again he will know about it. he’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again third time. now he’s giving you a long ass essay on why doing your homework ON TIME is the right thing to do, and why copying others homework is the road unsuccessful students go down.

but his lecture went on for hours. im sorry it won’t happen again just please let me copy it 🙏🙏

riddle (scolds then lets you copy), vil, sebek

A/N: I do all my homework stay safe guys 🙏

my second writing tada! lately I’ve just been going off of alignment charts and how I see them fit. hopefully this is good enough.

date written: 11/24/23

© temiizpalce — don’t steal or copy my work!

[fieldofdaisiies]

professor! Azriel x Reader

a long time ago I got an professor!Azriel x Reader request and I kind of forgot about it. I am so sorry, but thanks to a very inspirational conversation with @moonlightazriel and @brekkershadowsinger I decided to finally write this little thing hehe enjoy, hope you like it💛

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Azriel is extremely passionate when talking about his subject - Literature

you are practically bound to his lips, you can look away nor not pay attention

he has a certain way with words that just captured you

especially when he is speaking in another language, quoting poems or simple phrases

his voice alone will make your knees feel wobbly

and God, when he traces his index and middle finger over the spine or a page

during the lecture your eyes will often meet, just quick, subtle glances, that speak volumes

he loves it when you challenge him

he makes a statement - "and that’s why woman were not allowed to write back then"

just to get a reaction from you, just see your determined and vigorous side, just to see you argue and challenge him

you get extremely temperamental and Azriel loves this

of course he smirks while listening to you

when writing an essay he will help you, giving you support, providing you with literature, guiding you into the right direction

your hands will always accidentally touch, and you will steal more glances at each other while you stand next to his desk and go over your essay together

when correcting your tests or homework and you did well you will always get a little message saying "good girl, did so well on my exam, let’s see how I can reward you"

when you give a good answer in class his eyes will slide to you, and a barely there smirk will tug at his lips, the sparkle in his eyes full of sensual promises

and God forbid when you don’t show up to class - the pretty little reminder he leaves on your ass in form of his hand print will never make you stay away from class again

the more your relationship develops the more time you will spend together outside of university

he loves taking you to libraries further away so no one sees you

you love reading together and later analysing the books

sharing sweet little kisses in between while steaming hot cups of tea sit nect to you

you love rainy cosy days the most knowing you will spend them inside with him, cuddled in bed together, raindrops sliding down the windows, scented candles being lit

you will cook together, always somehow touching, hugging or sharing quick kisses

in class you will still (of course act all professional) apart from the subtle glances

he loves it when you call him sir especially when you do so in the bedroom which leads me to…

NSFW

Azriel loves bending you over his desk after class, taking his time with you, prasing and worshipping you for how well you did in class

he loves fucking you on his desk until his name rolls of your lips and bounces of all the walls in the lecture hall

sometimes he takes you atop all his books and papers just because he can’t wait any longer to be buried deep inside of you

while correcting tests, he will often keep you in his lap, his cock buried inside of you and don’t you dare move

he also loves to eat you out while you read to him either his or your favourite book

he will whisper the filthiest book quotes into your ear while making love

and you love to send him dirty texts while he is in lectures sometimes even adding a pretty little picture, knowing it will get him all flustered and aroused

also knowing you will get your payback when he gets home

[kayentokk]

Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 3);What Could Go Wrong

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;What could go wrong during your weekend with Sukuna? Not much except one thing, or one person.

Contains;fluff, lots of fun, ex, sukuna gushing, childhood memories, some cussing

Wc;2,010

A/N;I am literally so sorry, tbh I forgot I made this a series 😅 and then I checked my comments and I was like oh. So my bad guys I will try to update this regularly and get my schedule back together. Also just comment on any of the posts for this series that you want to be tagged to get on the tag list. 

Tag list 🏷️; @charlie-xo

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The week felt like it took forever to be over, exams, loads of homework, part-time job, all that hectic stuff. But this weekend you get to-well you’re not really sure exactly what Sukuna has in store for you but whatever it is you’re excited for it. 

You had texted your roommate the day you were over Sukunas apartment that you’d be staying there at least until the weekend was over. You often stayed at Sukunas for long periods of time when you needed a break or just wanted to hang with your best friend. He never really minded you were pretty good company, in your own words, and he was used to spending long periods of time with you. During school, after school, in the summer, whenever your moms wanted to have a girls night, just whenever. 

Anyways your roommate was obviously cool with it, she had mentioned she wanted to have “company” over anyways so it all worked out. You took Sukuna’s advice and blocked your ex, you were probably going to do that anyways since the relationship was definitely over, so you have no idea if he’s texted or called. Not that you care though, he’s an ass and he should have enough shame, decency, and brains not to call and understand it’s over. 

To be honest you’re at the acceptance stage of grief, it is what it is he wasn’t the one for you, but it still sucks. Sukuna has actually been really helpful, he’s been, for lack of a better word, a great distraction. He won’t tell you what he has planned for tonight though, all he said was to be ready in pajamas. Maybe a movie night? 

You guys used to do those every Friday, but then college got too hectic with it being senior year and all. Sukuna said his classes are pretty easy, although you aren’t too surprised on that one he’s always been exceptionally intelligent, he claims it’s because he just decided to major in business since he’s not exactly sure what he wants to do.

He didn’t want to be a chef, even though he’s exceptionally talented in cooking too, but he’s a waiter at a restaurant for his part time job. When he first got that job you visited to see the restaurant, and him, it was a nice little quiet diner. He was annoyed and disgusted about it on the outside but you could tell he was embarrassed about you visiting, mostly because one time there was a couple that sat in the booth behind you and made comments about, “young love.” And every time you would sit in that same booth just to annoy him because you knew he thought about it each time, it was honestly hilarious. You and him? Being a couple? What a joke.

Sukuna texted he was on his way back, he had a lecture that was in the evening that day and he left a little early to start you guys’ weekend plans. Apparently you hadn’t been paying much attention to any calls or messages because you had about 10 missed calls from your friend and a dozen text messages. You immediately called back.

“Hello? Girl! Why have you not picked up, I’ve been calling you for forever.”

“I’m sorry! I was just laying here, and I had on dnd from when I was in classes earlier. I guess I never turned it off,” you replied in an anxious tone.

Maki just sighed before continuing, “anyways your boyfriend-“

“Ex,” you cut her off before she could even begin.

“Your ex-boyfriend,” she corrected herself with irritation, “has been showing up like every other hour asking about you, and I wasn’t paying much attention before but I’m pretty sure his car was outside yesterday for a while. He’s probably waiting on you, has he texted?”

“I don’t know if he’s texted I blocked him. That’s probably why he’s showing up, he thinks I’m home. Just ignore him, and if he continues to knock call the police or something.”

“Why can’t he just leave you alone? It’s clearly over, there’s nothing there anymore.”

“I know, I’m so sorry by the way.”

“You’re fine, enjoy your weekend babes! I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Mhm my company should be over soon, talk to you later, be safe.”

“Kk you too, bye Maki,” and with a small beep, the call ended. 

He was coming by every hour? How insane. You hoped he wouldn’t give Maki much trouble, but then again she could handle herself. What if he knew you were at Sukuna’s? Well he didn’t know the address….he’s dropped you off before though. Maybe he doesn’t remember it? Oh no what if he shows up?! And then your whole weekend of distraction will be ruined, and all of Sukuna’s hard work will be-

“-n? Y/n! Hey, Earth to y/n again. Seems like I’m having to do that a lot this week huh?” Sukuna jokes. 

“Hm, oh yeah sorry-“ you say lost in your thoughts.

“Uhh you sure? Why’re you all spaced out?”

“It’s nothing-“

“We both know it’s not nothing you might as well tell me, you’re not very good at your poker face I’ll have to teach you sometime,” he says playfully.

“It’s just- he showed up at my apartment. He was looking for me-“

“But you’re not there so what’s the problem?”

“Maki is there, which I’m sure she’s fine he’s not crazy he’s just a whore, but what if he shows up here?” 

“Wow never thought I’d hear you slut shame someone, that’s a new low y/n,” he smiles and then continues, “but you don’t have to worry about him showing up here. That is if he knows what’s good for him.”

Oh yeah one small thing, the time your ex dropped you off him and Sukuna did not get along. It was the briefest moment, it felt like when your dad dropped you back off at your moms’ after spending a weekend with him, but it was tense. You could tell, Sukuna’s sharp maroon gaze stayed on him even after you had stepped inside. So, safe to say he’d have to be pretty ballsy to show up here.  

“Put on some boots or something we’re going out,” Sukuna says gruffly.

“Going out where? I’m in pajamas-“

“I know, good. I told you to be, glad to know you listen.”

You scoffed, “no way I’m going in public like this-,” you gestured with your hands waving in an up and down movement to your unprofessional getup. 

“Relax. You won’t be the only one, I’m about to change too.”

“Oh because two of us looking like we just rolled out of bed is better than one,” you said sarcastically.

“Exactly, I knew you’d get it I had to admit I was getting a little worried there,” he teased.

“Oh shut up dimwit,” you said smiling.

There it was again, stunning.

Sukuna went to quickly throw on some sweats and an old faded t-shirt, probably sporting some random band. He grabbed his keys, and you were out the door. 

You loved night time drives, everything just hit different. The music vibed better, especially when Sukuna let you have the aux, the car ride is just more fun at night. When you arrived at the destination Sukuna parked the car and reached to turn the knob on the volume down.

“Look where we are,” he said turning to stare at you.

You immediately turned to look out the window, and even though it took you a second you realized-

With a big shriek and gasp you turned back to Sukuna, “this is-!”

“The ‘best convenience store ever in our hometown’ I know you said it to me so much it’s engraved in my brain.”

Sparkles were in your eyes, along with some unshed tears. So many great memories were here. Every time you passed a test with an A your mom would bring you here to get your favorite snack, and since Sukuna always did well on tests you’d take him about once a month to continue the tradition. But then you guys’ campus was at least a 35 minute commute from here, and when it was busy during the day maybe 45, so you stopped coming. There just wasn’t enough time and you guys got really busy. But not many people were on the road at night, and with Sukuna’s driving you guys probably made it there in 20-25 minutes tops. 

You were so happy you could scream. It was apparent in your face, the brightest smile. You jumped out of the car and immediately ran into the store, Sukuna not far too behind you. 

You had already grabbed one of the small dark green dingy looking baskets, ah the same as always, from the entrance and were halfway down your favorite aisle by the time he got inside. 

He greeted the kind old lady at the register who had witnessed your excitement just moments ago, screeching with joy, which scared her when you rushed in. 

He quickly found the aisle you were in and watched you decide which snacks you wanted, carefully picking the items and placing them in the basket. 

You rushed from one place to another, grabbing drinks, chips, snacks, anything you wanted because who knows when you’ll visit here again. Then you just stopped, and Sukuna watching your madness didn’t think you were ever going to. Then your eyes started to well up with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- I left my wallet back at your apartment, I can’t buy any of this-“

“What? I’m obviously buying, dimwit,” he scoffed repeating your words from earlier.

“Really?” You asked, the excitement immediately perking back up inside you. 

He didn’t even get to answer before you continued happily on your shopping spree, how could he say no anyways? By the time you were done you couldn’t even pick up your basket. You quickly looked to Sukuna for help, and he rolled his eyes taking the basket with his left arm. You began to giggle watching him walk to the register. You couldn’t help it, the sight of him carrying a basket like a soccer mom was just too funny. 

A stuffed full basket being carried by his well built arm, the vein bulging from the somewhat strenuous task being carried out. His hand flexing and unflexing to stretch after putting the basket down, making the veins even more visible as they pop out due to his contractions-

“Y/n? You coming? Don’t you wanna get home to eat all this stuff?” 

You quickly snapped out of your haze, and ran up to the register where Sukuna had already taken his wallet out to pay, making a comment about how you were most definitely going to eat it in his car. You left a happy customer that day.

Before you left you made Sukuna stop in front of the shop so that you could snap a quick photo of the two of you together, you wanted to send it to your moms. 

You smiled the whole car ride home, and when you got in the house. 

“Thank you,” you said sincerely with a huge grin on your face.

“Yeah, yeah I know I’m the best,” he replied with a smirk.

“Can you cook the ramen please?”

“Who else was gonna-“

And then the shrill ring of the doorbell rang. 

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No, no one comes over here. Maybe it’s just a package.”

“At 10pm?”

“I don’t know, maybe some drunk has the wrong door.”

Then it rang again.

“Okay maybe not…”

“Sukuna just go get the door I’ll start prepping-“

Before you could finish your sentence though, he already opened the door ready to tell off the drunk.

“Oh. It’s you.” 

You didn’t like Sukuna’s tone, and being the nosey person you are sometimes, you rushed to the door. You immediately understood his tone. 

“Oh, of course it’s you.”

@/cafekitsune for the divider

[mixedupmelody]

daydreaming in class.

notes: this sweet sweet boy gets humiliated every day lmao ☹️

contains: butters stotch x gender neutral reader

characters: butters stotch, mr. garrison, various students (briefly mentioned)

warnings: aged up characters, mild public humiliation, suggestive theming near the end

. ☁️ .

oh, poor Butters. poor sweet, sweet Butters. he sits in his class, head resting in his hands as Mr. Garrison drones on about his personal life. he is not listening to a WORD of it

each time he drifts off into la la land he thinks up a new scenario

sometimes he imagines himself getting up from his seat to help you with your homework. other times he's over at your house, playing video games with you, when he gathers up the courage to give you a little peck on the cheek

he'll fidget with his hands, or tap his foot excitedly when daydream-you accepts his confession

it's very obvious that he's daydreaming. you can see him reacting to everything that happens

his lips pucker slightly when he imagines kissing you, and his eyes flutter closed

he finds this so embarrassing, but sometimes he'll hold his own hand while he imagines holding yours

“ Oh, Butters. ” He imagines you say to him, as your hands wrap around his waist, peppering kisses all over his face. “ I love you so much. ”

Butters can feel his face heat up as Mr. Garrison discusses some quiz they have coming up. He tries to pay more attention, his parents would ground him if he failed, but the idea of him staying lost in thought with you seemed much more enticing.

Mr. Garrison's voice gets louder, followed by a loud laugh from the guys next to him. “ Butters Stotch! ” Mr. Garrison shouts out finally, snapping Butters back to reality just when he's getting to the good part. “ Since you know so much to where you can sit around and ignore everything I say, why don't you just come up here and do my job for me? ”

Everyone stares at Butters. Some laugh, others watch on, silently judging. Butters sinks into his seat, hoping this wouldn't end with a call home to his parents.

nsfw headcanons

sometimes, entirely on accident, his innocent daydreams take a turn

he silently cursed himself for thinking about how nice it would be to run his hands over your thighs, and to press himself against you while you make out, or to watch you while you got undressed

god, he his face was bright red.

as he gets lost in thought, he might occasionally let out the smallest whimper before trying to clear his throat

his finger traces patters over his desk, as he imagines touching you

this always makes him end up with a hard-on during class. ☹️ if he can't ask to run to the restroom to relieve himself, he just has to sit through the lecture and struggle through it

somestimes he'll be called on in class, making him quickly snap out of his fantasies

he gets embarassed when the guys sitting next to him look at him as if to ask what was wrong with him

if they ever did ask, he's quick to brush it off as nothing. but in the back on his head, he can't rid the mental image of you underneath him

[bro-atz]

the humanity of anthropology

in which: sumin has a big fat crush on the ta in his anthropology class.

pair: undergrad student!sumin/grad student!afab!reader

word count: 6.3k

content: college!au, smut, crush to lover, experienced, bedroom sex, oral sex, safe sex, completely consensual!

author's note: 1. this is my first xikers smut and i was extremely nervous the whole time writing it 2. this was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG IDK WHAT HAPPENED ugh my b 3. nd yes ofc imma going to start w sumin bc ya know i gotta i love my xikers main rapper my bias my cutie my handsome boy

tag list: @eyeryis apply for the permanent taglist here! university!series: sumin, minjae, junmin, hyunwoo

Sumin tapped his foot on the ground anxiously as he waited for his class to begin. It wasn’t that he was overwhelmed by the class— he chose to major in anthropology in the first place. It was you, the teaching assistant, that made him all sorts of nervous despite only knowing of your existence for three weeks because that’s how long it had been since the semester started. You captivated Sumin from the moment you walked into the classroom that very first day with your bright smile and infectious laughter of yours. It wasn’t just Sumin who was enamored, though— it was the majority of the class.

Every single class and recitation, Sumin tried to subtly show his interest in you; he would stay after class to ask questions he already knew the answers to, and he participated in all of the discussions to show off his intellect. And he did catch your attention, but you treated him with the same friendly warmth as you treated everyone else. But it wasn’t that you didn’t like him– you simply had to remain professional for the sake of the class. After all, he was still a year from finishing his Bachelor’s degree while you were a graduate student.

As the professor droned on about the origins of homo sapiens, Sumin found his gaze drawn to you as per usual. You were paying attention to the lecture and discussing points with the other TAs while leaning against a desk, a small smile on your lips as your eyes flitted to the infatuated boy sitting mere rows away from you every so often. Sumin tried his best to tear his eyes away from you and focus on the class, but when a beam of sunlight danced through the window, highlighting the shine in your hair and the sparkle in your eyes, he simply could not. You took his breath away.

“Alright, recitations,” the professor clapped their hands. “Your TAs will meet with you to discuss your essay during this weeks recitations. Y/N, you and your recitation will stay back like usual. The rest of the class is dismissed.”

The recitation you led was right after the big lecture, which you didn’t mind at all because it meant a cleaner schedule for you. You stood in the front of the room and gestured for all of the students in your recitation to move forward in the hall, filling up the empty seats in the front rows. Sumin, not wanting to seem too eager, sat in the second row, but he made sure to have a good view of you.

“I’ll be going over your papers individually, so use the time while you wait to get started on this week’s readings— or do whatever you want, honestly,” you said with a slight laugh, knowing that most of the students in the room don’t give a shit about doing the homework. “I’ll call you up by name when it’s your turn to go over your essay, okay?”

The students in the room chorused a lame “okay” and started mingling with themselves.

“Psst, Sumin,” Sumin’s friend, Hyunwoo, whispered to him while poking his shoulder. “Hey. Hey, buddy. Hey—“

“What, Hyunwoo?” Sumin turned to face his annoying friend.

“How’d you do on the essay? I know you checked the grade once the professor put it in.”

“I got an A,” Sumin said dejectedly.

“What the hell? Why are you sad about an A?!”

“I— Uh… I just don’t want the professor to have high expectations of me?” Sumin had to lie if he wanted to keep his crush on you under wraps.

“Geez… I completely fucking failed. I’m scared Y/N is going to rip me to shreds…”

“She’s too nice to do that, and you know it.”

“Still—”

“Choi Hyunwoo?” You called, immediately making the boy flinch.

Sumin watched as Hyunwoo slinked over to you like a dog with his tail in between his legs. Sumin kept watching as you pointed out the various mistakes in the boy’s essay with the softest look on your face, sending Sumin’s heart racing at a million miles per hour. Then, the sudden realization that you were going to call on him next, assuming you were going through the students alphabetically by last name, made his heart thump hard against his chest.

The poor boy was so far in his own head that he didn’t even realize you were done discussing Hyunwoo’s essay with him. “Choi Sumin?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

Scrambling, Sumin made his way over to you, and you couldn’t help but smile; whenever he was studying, he always looked so charismatic and studious, so seeing him approach you with the lightest blush on his face was a treat. It made you want to tease him more, see an even shyer side of him if possible.

“Hi there,” you greeted him with a gentle smile, making his face go even pinker.

“Hi,” Sumin responded quietly while avoiding eye contact.

You pushed his essay in front of him, the blush immediately disappearing from his face— when it came to homework and assignments, Sumin was very serious, and the change in his demeanor made you all the more curious.

“You did a really good job with the material, Sumin. I wonder if you should be the TA instead of me.”

“I-It’s only because you’re good at going over the material during our recitations…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, and the beautiful sound of your chuckle made the boy’s ears turn red.

“I feel like I don’t even need to go over your essay with you… Do you even want me to?”

“Yes! Please!” Sumin immediately responded; he wasn’t going to lose the chance to spend more time with you.

“Ah, I see,” you bit back another chuckle. “Alright, well, I need to spend a little more time with the students who really bombed their essays, so why don’t we meet at the library sometime this week so we can dive deeper into the technicals of your essay?”

Sumin nodded eagerly, unable to formulate the proper words to tell you how much he would like to do that.

“What days are best for you?”

“Dude, I cannot believe you’re ditching us on a Friday fucking night to spend time with that TA,” Seeun, an underclassman friend of Sumin’s, said with a huff. “Y/N is literally just going to talk to you about class! Why would you want to study on a Friday night?!”

Sumin was in his dorm room getting ready for his library meet up with you, his friends all dressed up and ready to clubbing like they always did every Friday night.

“Oh, you should see the way he looks at her. I doubt that he’ll even be listening to her at all,” Hyunwoo nearly burst out laughing.

“Shut up. This is why I said okay to Friday night. I’d rather spend time with her than you buffoons.”

“Um, ow, but I get it,” Jinsik, the only other romantic in the group, empathized. “The heart wants what the heart wants, and right now, Sumin’s heart wants romantic love, not platonic or temporary.”

“If that’s the case, then come here,” Seeun held his arms out for Sumin. “I’ll give you some sweet lovin’, babe.”

Sumin immediately ran away from Seeun while Hyunwoo, who actually burst out laughing this time upon seeing Seeun’s cringy moves, shoved the tall boy away while saying, “Fuck outta here, you cheese-giraffe!”

“Cheese-giraffe?!”

“What do you plan on doing with her, anyway?” Jinsik asked Sumin while stepping in between the quarreling boys. “Are you thinking something PG, PG-13, or R?”

Sumin, Hyunwoo, and Seeun all looked at the boy with stone faces, wondering why he would describe life in movie ratings in the first place.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking of, but I’m just using this as an opportunity to get to know her… I’m not expecting anything,” Sumin stated simply.

“Really? You? The breaker of hearts?” Hyunwoo was taken aback.

“The guy that all the girls fawn over after me?” Seeun piled on.

“The one notorious for last minute hookups?” Jinsik added one more title.

“Is is really that hard to believe that I’m not trying to make anything happen tonight?”

“Wait, so like… You don’t even want to try to sleep with her?” Seeun asked with mild shock.

“Not even a little kiss?” Hyunwoo added.

“No hug either?”

“No, I want to take everything at her pace, hoping that I can get closer to her over time—”

His three friends groaned at his response, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t about to let his friend’s reactions bother his time with you.

He said he wasn’t going to let it bother him, but it bothered the shit out of him on his walk to the library until he saw you at the library. The library was surprisingly crowded when Sumin arrived, students scattered among the rows of bookshelves, their whispered conversations providing a soothing ambient hum. You were already there, sitting at a small table by the window, your eyes downcast as you looked over Sumin’s essay for the umpteenth time— you were still taken aback by the way he used his vocabulary to create such an eloquent essay.

“Hey,” Sumin breathed out, a smile tugging at his lips as he slid into the seat across from you.

“Hi,” you responded, your heart fluttering upon seeing him; he was wearing his standard street clothes, but you noticed that he put a little more effort into his fashion, making you wonder if he did that because he was meeting with you. You immediately shoved the thought out of your head and got down to business. “Ready to dive into your essay?”

For a second, disappointment flashed through Sumin’s eyes, but that disappointment disappeared as you praised his work, giving him a surge of pride. And gradually, your conversation shifted from the academics of anthropology to the humanity of anthropology as the two of you discussed your childhood dreams, favorite books, embarrassing moments— wherever the conversation took you.

Your heart hammered in your chest when the two of you somehow got to talking about likes and dislikes in another person. It took everything in you to keep from describing him as your ideal type, but the more you talked to him, the more you realized that his ideal type was you. You.

Sumin, on the other hand, wanted to put his foot in his mouth. He could not believe that he was running his mouth to the point where it was painfully obvious he liked you. Seeing your lack of reaction, though, made his heart fall slightly, but seeing as you were still there, he still gave it his best shot.

The library was pretty empty by the time the warning bell went off. You and Sumin both looked at the time in surprise, then at each other with wide eyes.

“Time really flew, huh? We barely talked about your paper,” you said with a sigh.

“I mean… We can always meet again next week? Talk about it then?” Sumin proposed, praying to whatever God was out there that you’d say yes.

His prayers worked.

“Next week, same time, same place?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let me get this straight— you’re ditching us again for that TA?!” Seeun asked incredulously.

The friend group had gathered in Sumin’s dorm once again. Seeun, Hyunwoo, and Jinsik were all dressed to go clubbing yet again. Sumin, on the other hand, wore what he could only describe as a date night fit. This was the third time Sumin ditched them to hang out with you Friday night.

“Yes. I’m ditching this Friday, and the Friday after that, and so on and so forth for the foreseeable future,” Sumin stated simply.

“For Y/N,” Hyunwoo said with a heavy sigh. “I get that she’s pretty, but you still haven’t even kissed or hugged yet, dude. Fuck, you haven’t even held her hand yet, and you still only meet up at the library! What makes you think she’s worth your time at this point when there’s not even a sign that she’s into you the same way?”

“Exactly! You’re not even pulling your moves on her to lock her down! If I were you, I would’ve showed her everything that first day and show her exactly what she’d be missing out on,” Seeun said.

“He doesn’t have to do any of those things to show his interest, and neither does she!” Jinsik jumped to Sumin’s defense. “They’re going to take it so fucking slow like a snail, but that doesn’t mean there’s no feelings there. Not all of us are quick to jump into flings and hook ups.”

Jinsik looked right at Seeun as he said that, the tall boy looking around in confusion. “You mean me?”

“Yes, you, you tall man-slut,” Hyunwoo answered on behalf of Jinsik.

“You’re just mad that I pull and you don’t,” Seeun scoffed. “Besides, Sumin used to be so much more worse than me before he even fell in love with Y/N—”

“Alright, get out. I’m gonna leave soon and I don’t need you drama queens pissing me off before I see Y/N,” Sumin shooed his friends out of his dorm room.

“At least try to do something with her tonight!” Hyunwoo gave his unwanted advice.

“Yeah! Pull those old Sumin moves on her!” Seeun added to the encouragement right before the door slammed in his face.

Your Friday nights with Sumin went from being in the library to hanging out in the park to going out for desserts. You had never felt so comfortable with any guy before, and even though Sumin had your heart racing, you didn’t want to run away. No, you wanted to stay right by his side and risk cardiac arrest.

What was bothering you, though, was that he hadn’t made a single move. He didn’t try to hold your hand or hug you or anything like that. Maybe he wasn’t as into you as he thought. But then, he’d say or do something that made your heart flutter— once he showed off his art skills and sketched a portrait of you that you were amazed with— so you wondered if there actually were feelings there.

One Friday night, Sumin was walking you back from a bar to your apartment, the two of you happily chatting about God knows what. When you arrived at your stoop, Sumin wished you a good night and was about to leave, but that night you had enough liquid courage in your system to ask him what was up.

“Sumin, wait,” you called, the boy immediately stopping in his tracks and returning to face you. “Listen, I enjoy spending time with you—”

Sumin’s eyes flew wide open; he didn’t even get to ask you out yet, and you were already rejecting him?

“—and I would love to keep spending time with you, but first I want to know… What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the sixth Friday night in a row we’ve gone out, and I know we wouldn’t spend this much time with each other if we weren’t interested in each other in the slightest… I mean you walk me home, and during class and recitations, I always catch you staring at me—“

A red blush rose to Sumin’s cheeks the second you told him that.

“—but you don’t do anything else, so I’m always confused. I need to know if you’re actually interested in me or if you see this as a friendship and nothing else and I’m just overthinking this.”

You didn’t realize how out of breath your ramble would make you until you stopped; you weren’t fighting for air, but you were breathing a little heavy at that point.

“I… I had no idea you felt that way,” Sumin said in a small voice.

He took a step towards you, and for the first time in your whatever-this-was-relationship with him, he held your hand. Maybe it was because he had never done so before, but your heart nearly tore through your chest. Sumin’s hands were soft, and they encompassed your hand way more than you were expecting.

“The thing is…” he continued. “My friends freaked me out. They were talking about… Well…”

Sumin cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly, his face and ears turning redder by the second. You squeezed his hand and brought his attention back to you.

“What were they talking about?”

“They were talking about us— no, actually just me— being intimate with you from day one. But I didn’t want you to think of me that way. I seriously like you, Y/N, and I want to be with you, but I wanted to take it at your pace and make sure that you shared the same feelings for me, which is why I maintained the tiniest bit of space between us.”

Sumin reached for your other hand so he could hold both your hands, the warmth from his hands spreading up your arms and to your cheeks.

“I wanted to get closer to you over time,” he whispered.

“You definitely did that,” you responded in the same register.

“And I definitely am interested in you and like you so goddamn much. I guess we’re both being anxious fools about this, but that can change.”

“Change to what?”

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, the air between you charged with feelings of want and desire. Then, wordlessly, as if in a dream, Sumin released your hands to cup your face and hold your waist, leaned forward, and brushed his lips against yours faintly, only for his lips to immediately return and press a light kiss onto your lips.

This. This is what you wanted for the past six weeks. You responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer to you. His arm immediately wrapped around you, bringing the two of you even closer together. The kisses the two of you shared went from short and sweet straight to deep and passionate. Sumin sucked on your lower lip so hard that you felt like your lower lip was going to be sore and swollen the next day, but you didn’t even care because at that point, you just wanted him. All of him.

The two of you were completely breathless when you ended your chain of kisses. Sumin dropped his head and hugged you, his large hands pressing into your upper and lower back. You hugged him back, your entire body flushing with warmth as you felt the muscles on his body move with every deep breath he took.

“So then,” Sumin said breathlessly while pressing his forehead to yours. “Can I…”

You leaned away from him and looked him in the eye, already anticipating his request. “Yes, let’s go.”

You didn’t realize how animalistic Sumin was until he stopped holding himself back. You were completely amazed by the amount of self control he had because he had gone from the precious, studious university student you knew from class to an impatient, insatiable potentially long-term lover. The second you entered your apartment and closed the door behind you, Sumin grabbed your waist and pulled you in for the most intense kiss. You were clinging to his shoulders as he walked you into your apartment and into your bedroom, somehow already knowing where it was.

Sumin pushed you so that you were lying on the bed, immediately pinning you down. He continued to kiss you as he brought his torso down until it pressed against yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan when you felt him sneak his tongue into your mouth. You went from holding onto his shoulders to digging your nails into his shoulders the more sensual he got with you and the more turned on you got by his actions.

You found yourself longing for Sumin’s lips when he moved himself away from you, your eyes hazy and your head in the clouds. You were barely sane enough to watch Sumin slip his shirt off and toss it to the side. You couldn’t help but scan him up and down; meanwhile, Sumin was working on getting you out of your shirt and bra, and he did so with such speed and ease, astounding you.

“Oh, God,” Sumin breathed out. “Y/N, you’re so… Fuck.”

Sumin lacked the words to describe how infatuated he was with not only your body but you as a person— dare he say it, he loved you. All of you. He didn’t need the words, though. You felt it as soon as he cupped your breasts and massaged firmly with his strong fingers and as he trailed his lips down your neck and chest. You gasped and flung your head back when you felt him suck on your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

His mouth on one of your breasts and one hand on the other, he used his free hand to move down to your waist and begin to slip your pants and panties off, but he could only do so much at the angle he was at. So, he moved away from you— a longing sigh leaving your lips— and yanked your pants and panties off you completely, earning a gasp from you.

“Sumin…” you breathed out as you felt his fingertips trace every curve on your body. “Oh, Sumin…”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. You’re driving me insane,” Sumin whispered as he left light kisses along your waist, down your thighs, and in between your legs.

He held onto your thighs firmly as he spread your legs further apart, and he exhaled lightly on your soaking cunt, making your entire body shiver then flush with heat. He started with a light kiss on your clit, then he licked a stripe up from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. Your hands immediately found their way to his hair and pulled lightly but firmly on the roots of his hair the more he pleasured you down there, the more he ate you out.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— Mmm-my God, S-sumin,” you moaned loudly and nearly cried. “I’m gonna— Oh! Oh, fuck!”

Sumin barely slipped a finger into your pussy when you started seeing stars. Your entire body convulsed as you came, your cries of pleasure echoing in your bedroom.

Seeing you reduced to a puddle because of his work excited Sumin. The way he needed to fuck you, to see you completely disheveled with tears running down your face, hickeys decorated your neck and chest, your lips red and swollen— he just had to do it.

As Sumin got off the bed to completely strip, you suddenly realized, “Wait! I don’t have any protection…”

With a bashful look on his face, Sumin looked at you and said in the smallest voice he could possibly muster, “…Would it be bad to say that I do?”

Your eyes instinctively went wide. You sat up and looked at him with pure curiosity as you asked, “Hmm, well… Did you grab it specifically today, or do you always carry it around with you?”

“So, uh, Hyunwoo gave it to me earlier this week as a joke, and I kinda sorta left it in my wallet…”

And lo and behold, Sumin opened his wallet to show you the singular condom he had stashed away. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at how nervous Sumin was all of a sudden when he was just pleasuring the hell out of you with what felt like years of experience. You reached out and pulled him in for a sweet kiss before saying “Don’t worry. I trust you, baby.”

“W-what?” Sumin stuttered.

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“I trust you…”

“After that.”

“…Baby?”

A wave of complete and utter lust overcame him just by you calling him the most basic of nicknames. Swiftly, he fully stripped— giving you a good look at something massive and destructive— rolled the condom on, and pinned you down on the bed. His lips crashed into yours and overtook them briefly but intensely as his body pressed further and further into you, his cock rubbing along your folds and clit to tease you for a hot second. Then, quickly, without so much as a word of caution, Sumin adjusted himself and shoved his way into you.

Sumin was so big and thick that you felt like he was shredding your pussy apart just by entering you. At first, you wanted to let out a scream because you were not anticipating him to hurt so much especially considering how wet you were, but instead, you let out a loud moan and clung to him, your nails sinking into the sink on his back. You felt a tear or two slip out of your eye, prompting Sumin, who had yet to move, to kiss your tears away then kiss your lips with such soft love and care that you forgot he was about to completely annihilate you.

“Are you alright, gorgeous?” Sumin asked, his voice hushed. “We can stop if it hurts too much.”

“Just… Surprised, is all,” you breathed out, your mind swirling due to him calling you gorgeous.

“This is our first time together, Y/N, so I don’t want to be too rough—”

“Do whatever you want with me, Sumin,” you interrupted. “I’m all yours.”

You slightly regretted saying that the second Sumin hissed profanities under his breath and immediately started moving with immense force. You didn’t realize that Sumin would be so powerful until he kept thrusting into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pile-drove you into oblivion. You moaned and cried his name over the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you, and you simply just cried out when he planted wet kisses on your neck and kneaded your breast at the same time. You were so overly stimulated that you felt like you were ready to combust.

“You like that, gorgeous?” Sumin bit out in between grunts.

“Uh-huh! Oh fuck! ‘m cumming!”

With a couple more rapid thrusts, Sumin pushed deep inside you, and you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. The second he pulled out completely, you squirted all over your bed, your ass and thighs trembling and you cried loudly, relief sweeping your body.

“Y/N… That was so fucking hot,” Sumin said as he brought his face to yours to kiss your cheek. “It was that good, huh?”

“So good, baby… So fucking good,” you sighed happily as you reached for his face and brought his lips to yours.

The two of you shared a couple of small kisses before Sumin helped you sit up and said, “C’mere, I’ll make you feel even better.”

Next thing you knew, you were on all fours, and Sumin was kneeling behind you, his hands rubbing your ass. You suppressed a moan when you felt him press his fingers into the flesh on your ass, his grip tightening with each passing second. The moan fully escaped you, though, when he slid back into you. He slid so quickly, actually, that his waist slapped your ass much harder than he was expecting. The two of you both made the same pleasureful noise upon impact, the stars already appearing in your vision, but you did your best to hold back because you wanted to last longer this time.

“Fucking hell,” you heard Sumin swear under his breath. “Even the way your ass jiggles is fucking hot… Y/N, you’re so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Sumin leaned over and left hickeys on the small of your back as he continued to hit it from behind, his cock starting to rub against your G-spot once again. He was originally moving at a slow and steady pace, only to suddenly speed up and fucking you harder, making your arms buckle. You leaned on your elbows and held your ass higher in the air. Sumin inhaled sharply and let out a long groan, audibly but wordlessly expressing how much he liked this new angle.

The pleasure increased for you exponentially when Sumin moved his hands from your ass to your tits, his muscular hands massaging and squeezing your breasts, and twisting and pulling your nipples. Then, his hands moved to your back and to your ass again, his thrusts speeding up incredibly. Sumin felt himself getting close, but he was not quite there yet— there was something missing.

“Mmm, Y/N, fuck… I’m getting close,” Sumin whispered sensually.

“M-me too,” you sighed, realizing that your orgasm was quickly approaching once again.

Upon hearing that, Sumin pulled out. He moved so that he was laying on the bed and held his hands out for you to take, allowing him to assist you to straddle him. The first thing that you thought upon straddling him was that he looked so fucking hot. He had one hand behind his head, and his other was resting on your waist, and he had the most sultry look in his eye that made you want to melt immediately. The second thing you thought was that his neck and chest looked too pristine and pretty— you wanted to change that.

After positioning his dick at your entrance, you sat down slowly, a long groan leaving Sumin’s body. He flung his head back into the pillow below him, and he moved the hand that was behind his head to cover his face (more specifically his mouth to keep from using all of the profanities in the world).

“You okay, baby?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’m— Woah.”

Sumin turned his head to look at you, but he wasn’t expecting your face to be so close to his. You had bent to down for two things: to move your ass up and down on his fat cock, and to leave pink or red marks on his bare, perfect skin. As you bounced on his cock, Sumin’s moans got increasingly louder, and you leaving love bites all over his chest definitely added to the effect.

“Yes, gorgeous, just like that,” you heard his voice drop when you moved at an angle that he liked.

His hands moved to your ass brought you down harder with great force, his waist thrusting upwards simultaneously. His sudden domination made your mind go completely blank. You moved your face into the nook of his neck and clung to him, his thrusts unwavering, the sounds of the bedsprings underneath you squeaking louder and faster.

“B-baby! F-feels so good, hnngh!” you said before suddenly gasping as his cock went so deep that it hit your cervix.

“You gonna cum?” he asked through grit teeth, his harsh thrusts speeding up.

“Mmm— wanna cum— Ah! I w-wanna cum, Sumin! I’m cumming!”

“F-fuck, me too!”

With one final thrust, the two of you came together, the sounds of your moans and groans overpowering the room. Your entire body trembled as the orgasm overtook you, and you felt Sumin’s condom fill up inside you.

You laid on Sumin’s chest, his cock still inside you as the two brought your breathing back to normal. Sumin’s arms wrapped around you and hugged you gently as he placed a kiss on your head, sighing peacefully when he felt you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“Was it that good?” Sumin asked as he leaned his head against yours.

“So good…” you sighed out. “So fucking good.”

The two of you took another moment or so to lay comfortably together until you pushed yourself up, wanting to wash up and replace your soaking wet bedsheets. You knew that Sumin was still inside you, but you were still surprised when he pulled out because you forgot how big he was, so you tensed up.

“Fu-uck, Y/N— you— God…” Sumin hissed.

“W-what? What’s wrong?”

You looked at Sumin then saw the problem— he was hard again. His cock was red and throbbing when he removed the filled condom to throw it away.

“I’ll go take care of it,” he whispered as he stood up.

Sumin threw the condom away, but before he could fully move away from you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you.

“Let me help you.”

You sat Sumin down on the edge of the bed and got off to kneel in front of him. Pushing yourself in between his thighs, you cradled his dick in your hand, your light touch sending shivers up his spine. He only trembled more when you brought your lips to the tip of his penis and kissed it before licking with the tip of your tongue, getting all of the residual cum off his cock and into your mouth.

The sensations were insane for Sumin. You were taking your sweet fucking time lapping and cleaning him up when all he wanted was to grab your head and push you down until his cock hit the back of your throat. To keep himself from doing so, though, he bit one finger to hold back his groans and clutched the bedsheets beneath him.

“You taste so good, baby,” you teased him as you looked up at him, your lips hovering around his length. “So sweet.”

It was when you finally took the entirety of him into your mouth did Sumin absolutely lose his goddamn mind. He gasped and let out a moan that nearly cracked the further down your head went.

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N!” Sumin cried when he felt you hum quietly, the vibrations from your mouth making fireworks explode in his brain. “Oh fuck— Please— I can’t— Oh wow!”

His hand moved from his mouth to your head, his fingers buried in your hair but not gripping. You reached for his other hand and laced your fingers with his as you began to move slowly— you were still getting used to his size, so you could only move so fast.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to— I just— Can I— Ah, fuck, I’m— I’m sorry,” Sumin stuttered out, remorse heavy in his voice.

You didn’t understand why he was apologizing until you felt his hand grip your hair. He pushed you down rashly, making you gag. Hollowing your cheeks, you let Sumin dictate your pace, his hold on you getting tighter with every stroke. His breaths got more shallow and higher in pitch the faster he moved you. It was when you looked up at him with tears overflowing in your eyes that did it for him. He flung his head back and groaned loudly while shoving your head all the way down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he shot his load completely into your mouth.

When his hold on your head weakened, you moved back and locked eyes with him as you swallowed. You watched his face turn beet red, his hand immediately covering his mouth when he realized what he had done and what you had done in response.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “You… I… Wow.”

“I know, baby,” you said with a slight smirk.

You stood up and wiped the lingering cum in the corner of your mouth off with your thumb, then licked said thumb.

“You’re such a tease, you know that, gorgeous?” Sumin leaned back on the bed while looking you up and down.

“This is what you get for making me wait weeks, Sumin,” you replied with a small smile.

Then, you turned around and gave him a nice shot of your ass as you walked away, making him shoot off the bed and join you in the shower.

That night, after the two of you got cleaned up and changed the bedsheets, Sumin spent the night. You cuddled against his bare chest, your head laying on his arm while his other hand pushed up your shirt and held onto your waist. As you slept soundly in his arms, Sumin, with the cutest smile on his face, left a light kiss on the top of your head before resting his head against yours.

 “Sumin, you seriously suck, you know that?” Hyunwoo said with a huge frown on his face.

“What? Why?”

“You’re still not going to come clubbing with us?!” Seeun answered.

The boys met up in Sumin’s dorm again, the three dressed to go clubbing while harassing Sumin to change his clothes and go out with them. Even Jinsik was peer-pressuring him.

“Let’s go! It’s been so long since you’ve come out with us—“

“I never said no, guys. I’ll come, but can I bring my girlfriend?”

“Your what?” all three boys chorused.

Right on cue, you knocked on Sumin’s dorm door. He immediately shuffled to the door and opened it for you, greeting you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, gorgeous.”

And when Sumin left the sweetest kiss on your lips, you heard the other boys’s jaws unhinge and drop to the ground. Looks like Sumin forgot to update his friends on you. 

[blakeswritingimagines]

your thoughts are chef‘s kiss, but the teacher!aemond got me in a chokehold

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Teacher! Aemond thots becoming everyone's problem and I love it 🤭

You had gotten up early and ready for your day at King's Landing collage before heading out to your classes, after a couple of hours and lunch break you finally sat down in your history class setting up your books as you happily glanced over at Aemond while biting your lower lip having heard he was the best-looking professor at King's landing which so far had only been proven true and made it hard for most students pay attention even you yourself couldn't focus. Aemond is lecturing in front of his class. He speaks clearly, with the command and knowledge of someone who is an expert in their field. "And so, we saw the final battle for control of Westeros during the Dance. With the death of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the defeat of her supporters at the hands of King Aegon II, it was as if the realm finally turned a corner after so many years of civil war." He pauses for a moment, glancing briefly at you in the front row, making sure no others are watching. He stood at the blackboard explaining the events of the Dance of the Dragons. Suddenly, noticing you had been biting your lower lip and paying close attention to him. He stopped his lecture and looked at you more closely. "Are you interested in the material I'm presenting?" He asked with a smirk.

You nodded with a slight shrug. "It's pretty interesting," you replied. You leaned forward in your chair to give Aemond a fuller view of yourself. You crossed your legs, and he noticed the skirt riding up your thighs. He couldn't help his eyes from traveling up your legs as he felt a stirring in his pants. You looked at him, a smirk appearing on your lips. You nodded again giving a better answer. "It's very helpful sir." You said with a very sweet tone, your eyes on him and only him. "It's the best way I've learned… so far." Aemond just rolled his eyes and continued with the lecture, his gaze wandering at your lips from time to time. As Aemond finishes the lecture, he notices your eyes are still on him. Your look is teasing and he can almost feel it. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure a bit. "Ok then, that covers what happened during the Dance. But it's also important to understand why it happened, and how it impacted the political structure of Westeros afterward, so that will be your homework."

He takes his time to talk, and his attention stays on his notes. His eyes glance briefly at your outfit and he wonders if you were intentionally trying to distract him. Aemond sees you cross your legs, revealing your thighs and short skirt. He swallows hard as he returns his eyes to the front, knowing exactly what you want from him. "Glad to hear that. I understand the material can be very complex at times." He reaches down and adjusts his growing hardness, aware that you likely noticed the movement. "Any chance I can convince you to stay a little late and ask any last-minute questions?". Your smile grew wider, giving him a sexy smirk before you spoke. "Of course sir. I have so many questions to ask about the Dance. I hope you have enough stamina to answer all of them." Aemond's eyes grow sharp and his gaze fixed on you. "Oh, trust me… I do." Without further thought, Aemond takes a deep breath. His eyes on you were hungry, looking at your every inch, from head to toe, without shame even as all the other students left leaving both alone.

Aemond watches as the other students leave the room, aware that you both are now all alone. He shifts in his seat slightly, noticing how his body is reacting to you without even a touch, but trying to ignore it to the best of his ability. He is a handsome, in-shape man, yet he cannot help but feel nervous by your smirk and the teasing look in your eyes looking at him. "Well, I certainly have plenty of time today for you. Do you want to stay behind and continue the lesson? Or do you think there is some other way we might be able to spend our spare time?" Aemond grins wickedly, enjoying the way the two of you are alone now. With all of the students being well out of earshot and the classroom locked, he leans over the desk to whisper to you. "I've actually got no other commitments today. I thought you and I could have our own private lesson." He licks his lips, eyeing you up and down. "Perhaps in my office?" You stood up from your place and put your hands on your hips before speaking up. "I have no question about your history lesson, professor." You looked at him in a seductive way, with a smirk on your lips. "I think we both know how we would spend our spare time." Your eyes wander all over Aemond's body. You never had any feelings for any other teacher and thought he was a good, kind man. But… oh, it was true. You had been waiting for this moment months ago. You slowly nodded your head and moving closer to stand closer to Aemond. "You're sure it's not a problem?" You asked as your eyes wandered at him, noticing every movement, every muscle of Aemond's body underneath the shirt. You could not help yourself. Your body craved him. You leaned toward him slowly, your eyes never leaving him.

Aemond notices the obvious way you are staring at him; there was no mistaking what you wanted from him. He swallows hard, looking you up and down, noticing the curve of your hips and the way your skirt clings to your thighs. His body is reacting just as much as yours is. "Not at all." He says in a deeper voice than usual. "The classroom is empty anyway, and I am here to assist any students who require further instruction." He gives you a knowing look before leaning closer to you as well. Aemond's breath catches in his throat as you moved closer to him. He stares into your eyes, noticing how your gaze lingers on his body, seeing how your body is reacting to him, and also how he is reacting to you as if he wasn't jerking off each time class ended with the image of you bent over his desk. "I'm quite certain it isn't a problem," he says softly, his eyes not leaving yours. He moves his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek. He leans towards you, his lips hovering just a few inches away from yours. Your heart was racing with excitement. Your body moved so naturally and smoothly to him. Your breaths combined create a soft cloud around them. Your eyes locked to his and you couldn't let go. Aemond's caress sends shivers down your spine, slowly you pressed your forehead to his and whispers. "Don't say."

You didn't need words to describe what you wanted. Your lips were soft and inviting, like warm silk, you tasted like sweet honey. Your bodies move together in harmony, in a dance-like movement. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hand caress your cheek. Your legs trembled slightly as your eyes on his lips, longing for his sensual kisses and strong lips. Your breath was short and rapid as his face was close to you. You couldn't bear the way Aemond looked at you any longer. You took the final step and leans toward him, pressing your lips to his and embracing him tightly. Your kiss felt like an eternity for you. Nothing matters at that moment. You wanted Aemond more than anything in the world. The kiss becomes deeper and you pull each other's body closer. Aemond kisses you back passionately, feeling your body pressing against him as the kiss heats up and becomes more rough. Your bodies feel like they were made for each other, moving as one and exploring each other's bodies. After a few moments, Aemond breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily and looking down into your eyes. "You are even more incredible than I had imagined," he whispers, his voice full of passion and desire. "I never would have thought you wanted me this much. You are everything I expected, and more."

You kissed him again, unable to let him go. Then your hands reach down to his shirt. You started to unbuttoned his shirt one by one slowly as your lips still connected. Your hands wander all over Aemond's body. You bit his lower lips passionately before you whispered to him. "Aemond… I want you…" You leaned closer and gives him a long and deep kiss. Your bodies finally intertwined with each other. You couldn't help yourself as you felt his body against you grinding your hips against his thigh. His touch and kisses were like fire in your body. It was so hard to control yourself at that moment. You were so hungry for his love. "Aemond, please." You whispered. You slowly pulled Aemond to one of the empty desks as you pressed your body more onto him. "I want you to make love with me." Your voice is soft and desperate as you looked into his beautiful eyes. Aemond allows you to unbutton his shirt, loving the feeling of your hands moving all over his body. He kisses you back passionately and his hands run up your body, caressing your soft skin and feeling your curves. "Mmm," he murmurs as he feels your body pressed up against him groaning as he tensed his thigh for you, "I want you too, baby." He feels you pull him towards a desk, and Aemond does not resist the opportunity. He eagerly kisses you back, as his hands explore your body and move to your skirt before pushing you gently to lay back on his desk.

"Oh, god, yes. Yes, Aemond!" You groaned. Aemond's hands were a heaven-sent for you. You wanted Aemond to touch and love every inch of your body, and you will let him. Your legs slowly open widely before his eyes. You closed your eyes and felt the excitement grow inside your body. You tilted your head back with a soft sigh, feeling his hands caress your waist and hips. His kisses were driving you crazy. Your body felt hot, your breath heavy. You want to have him and take all of him. Your heart beat rapidly and your moans grew louder as you continued kissing passionately. "Aemond, please." Your voice was breathless. You couldn't wait any longer as you reached down to his pants, unbuttoning it with shaking hands. "I need you. Now." Aemond lets out a moan as he feels your hands touching him. His breath becomes heavy as you spread your legs, revealing yourself completely to him. "God, I want you," he whispers, his voice desperate and raw. His breath becomes quick and heavy with every kiss. He reaches down to help you take off his trousers. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs to you, kissing you again. "And so much more incredible than I ever could have imagined."

"Gods, you're so hot," he moans, his voice full of passion. He kisses down your neck, feeling your hands all over his body. His hands move down your body holding your waist in a tight grip, feeling your curves and groaned as he pulled your panties to the side seeing how soaked you were. Your body is just as he imagined it would be, and your eagerness to get him inside of you is too much for him to resist. "I need you too, Angel. I need you so badly," Aemond moans in pleasure as you wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to slide his hard cock into your wall walls and explore your body with his hands. He quickly removes his shirt, his chest and abs visible for you to see. One of his hands caressed your waist, your thighs, and your breasts. His lips continue to kiss passionately at your neck, his touch making you moan even louder. "You are mine," he whispers seductively into your ear.

[expiationist]

do you have any study tips for people who struggle to get As?

this is a great question !!! long ranty post ahead~

my first two semesters were 3.0 semesters, but i recently made president's list with a 4.0, so i definitely can try my best to throw some advice yall's way. however, i am a good test taker if that makes sense, so i don't know how useful this advice will be.

first and foremost, go to class. as someone who's biggest hurdle was A) just fucking attending and B) just fucking doing that 5 point assignment, you'd be surprised how much of a difference that shit makes. i used to slack in the small areas like attendance and small assignments, and then study extra hard for exams, and even though i'd do well on them, it wasn't enough to get me the A.

and thats because i firmly fucking believe you don't have to get As on exams to get an A in the class! at least 3/5 of my classes last semester I didn't get a single A on an exam, only high Bs. but i went to every class and did every assignment and that truly made the difference. for example, my friend and i got ~basically~ the same grades on all three exams in consumer behavior, but because he didn't do half of the hw assignments that were worth 12pts each, he got a C and i got an A.

also, going to class is the first step, but actually paying attention is the second one. i don't usually take notes during lectures, because, for me, taking notes actually makes me learn less. i get so focused on trying to write or type fast enough that i lowkey just miss every single point being made. the best way for me to actually learn something in a lecture is by just listening to my professor. sometimes in my head i feel like its a waste to just sit there and listen when i see other people doing other assignments mid-lecture, and i feel like i could be getting a lot more done, but at that point its like you arent even really *attending* the class if you are just doing other shit. like, can you really even say you went to class if you didn't listen to a single word being said?

last little cheat pro-tip-- look up the grade distribution of your professors before taking them. you'd be surprised how the grade distribution for one professor can be mostly B's and C's, but for a different professor it's like 95% A's. for the same fucking class.

so, in short, go to class, listen in class, and make sure you aren't losing points to stupid homework assignments. i know it seems really obvious and kinda stupid, but this is what actually helped me go from 3.0 -> 4.0.

beyond that, it's just a matter of studying. which i haven't exactly mastered, but would love to drop my tips if you guys are curious!

[imagrindylow]

hello, i humbly request something with leander & a gn reader where leander sneaks them off to go snog somewhere, and it gets spicy before they get caught or interrupted by something or someone. the situation is up to you! -from a mutual who is shy with these things

Ahhh I love this request so much, thank you for sending me it! I really hope you like it!!

Tease

Leander Prewett / gn!Reader 2.2k Words

Content Warnings: Fluff and spice, but not smutty! Making out, non-explicit sexual references, sexual tension, teasing. ~~~~~

History of Magic was your absolute least favorite class, and it always has been. The subject matter was dull and Professor Binns, was even more so. Every lecture drug by slowly, and you often had to get creative in finding ways to not fall asleep during the lessons. Sometimes you’d work on homework for other classes, other times you’d read, or draw. Occasionally it would look like you were actually paying attention, but in actuality you’d be lost in a daydream.

The only redeeming quality of this class period was that you got to spend an hour sitting beside Leander Prewett. Although he was much too studious to partake in whispered conversation during class, you enjoyed his presence none the less. He always smelled nice, subtly of citrus and sandalwood. When your fatigue sometimes did overtake you during Binns’ long and drawling speeches, you always found yourself leaning Leander’s way across your shared desk, just to take him in while you rested your eyes.

Today however, you weren’t tired, your other course work was finished, you had nothing to read, and if you had to spend another second listening to the history of Dragon Pox, you’d drive your quill through your eye.

You turned slightly towards Leander, who looked like he was actually paying attention, judging by the notes he was taking. What a nerd. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and you watched the way his eyes shifted from the chalkboard and back down to his parchment.

He caught your lingering gaze from the from the corner of his eye, finished up the sentence he was writing, then turned to you, leaning in slightly and speaking in a low whisper. “What is it?”

“Hm? Oh. I’m just really bored.” You whispered back.

Leander shrugged and just went back to what he had been doing, listening to the lecture, taking notes. Somehow staying awake unlike the majority of the rest of your classmates.

That’s when you decided you’d mess with him a bit. He’d entertain you, whether he wanted to or not. You shifted in your seat, facing mostly towards him, and rested your right arm along the desk, propping your head on your hand, and blatantly stared at him with a grin on your face.

He tried not to pay you any mind, but you knew you were having your desired effect on him when he went to dip his quill in his ink pot and missed the bottle entirely. You watched the faint blush rise on his cheeks as he carried on taking his notes, but you kept your focus on him.

“What in the world are you doing?” He whispered, narrowing his eyes at you.

Oh this was too easy. Feigning ignorance, you met him with a confused expression. “I’m just sitting here. That’s all. What are you doing?”

He shook his head slightly, and gave you a quiet accusatory huff. “Oh please. You know just what you’re doing, and you need to cut it out. I’m trying to pay attention.”

“Oh, and what is it exactly that I’m doing to you? Besides making you blush and miss your ink pot.” You grinned, feeling quite smug with yourself.

Leander sighed, the corners of his lips just barely lifting to a grin, the faint rosy color always present in his cheeks getting a touch deeper. He again drew his attention back to the professor, and you decided to let up for now, sitting forward, and at least pretending to listen. After all, you didn’t want to get either of you into trouble, you just wanted to rile him up a bit.

A few minutes later, you made a show out of yawning, which was not an uncommon sight among students in this class. You weren’t loud, you merely stretched your arms way out, extending them behind Leander, then making sure to graze your hand along his shoulders lightly as you settled your arms back down on your desk.

Leander rolled his eyes and took a deep, slow breath, as if trying to convince himself to maintain this serious demeanor, before he leaned in towards you again and spoke quietly. “Are you quite finished with your antics? One of us is actually interested in History, you know.” Try as he might to deter you from your little game, his face was flushed and he had a fiery glint in his eyes that you knew all too well. He was quietly basking in your attention on the inside. He let his gaze linger on you for a few seconds longer before again resuming his note taking.

“Am I not allowed to yawn now? Merlin, someone is sensitive.” You remarked in a whisper, making him sigh.

You and Leander had been dancing the line between just friends, or something more, for quite awhile now. It was apparent in how closely you walked through the halls together, shoulders brushing, hands grazing ever so slightly. And in the way you’d greet each other with a hug – that lasted just a little bit too long to be considered friendly – every day, as though you even had time to miss each other since the day prior. As coy as he was being about it during class, you knew you were driving him wild. It was now your goal to see just how far you could push him before he’d leap over that line and pull you with him, like you knew both of you wanted to.

You thought you might as well take some notes of you own, to at least appear busy while the professor spoke, floating back and forth at the head of the room. Not actual lecture notes of course – you’d get those from him later on – right now you just wanted to see just how red you could make his face.

You dipped your quill in his bottle of ink, and got to writing, or rather, doodling, on your parchment. Leander glanced at you in honest confusion because you never took notes in this class, then did a double take when he noticed what you were actually writing was his initials, in little hearts, all over your page.

His grin was getting harder to hide by the second. He buried his mouth into his left hand, the elbow of that arm leaning on his desk. He shifted his eyes off your parchment and back to his own to keep working. You were grinning widely, looking to your left at him, his eyes gave him away, he was definitely smiling under the cover of his hand.

The class kept dragging on, you gave Leander a good 20 minute break from your teasing. He probably thought you had given up and resigned to your fate of just being bored for another 20 minutes, but he’d have been wrong. In fact, you were only deciding to push him further. You laid your left hand on his right leg under the table and gave it a little squeeze. No one in the room would be any the wiser. The majority of your classmates were sleeping, including those at the table closest to yours, and Binns’ vision was not what it used to be. As long as he kept his reaction quiet, you’d be fine.

Leander froze entirely, halting his note taking mid word, his quill still pressing against the parchment, a little pool of ink forming at the nib. He turned his head to you and you studied his expression, not wanting to do anything he wouldn’t actually want.

He still had the same fiery gaze as before, his eyes dropping from yours to your lips and back up, he raised a brow at you, and you expected him to speak but he didn’t. Instead, he laid his left hand over yours on his leg and went back to his note taking.

Well, now you were blushing, but oh my, was this thrilling for you. You could feel your cheeks burning, both from the heat rising in them and from the grin that you were unable to wipe from your face. He was holding your hand. Finally! You took a minute to compose yourself and jumped right back into trying to rile him up. All you did was slide your hand up his thigh a few inches and you had him shifting in his seat and breathing noticeably heavier. His hand followed yours, and he squeezed your fingers.

He leaned in towards you, the closest he had yet, and whispered into your ear, a playful edge in his voice, “you’re playing with fire,” before sitting back and giving you the most unassuming smile. It made your heart race, and made your blood feel hot as it flowed through your veins. It was actually unfair how easily he could turn the tables and fluster you right back.

You leaned into him, your shoulder against his, and whispered back, “I can handle the heat.” He nodded at you in response, a sly grin on his face, as if saying “good.”

This was definitely not the only time the two of you had flirted back and forth or carried out a teasing banter, but this was certainly the most overt it had ever been.

The class was wrapping up, Professor Bins was explaining the reading assignment to the class as everyone packed up their books and belongings. Two minutes before class was scheduled to be dismissed, you moved your hand up his thigh one more time, just for good measure. Leander inhaled sharply, his hand not moving with yours this time, but not pushing it away either. He shifted in his seat and adjusted himself, shooting you a gaze that was downright sinful.

Professor Binns ended the class, and Leander shot out of his seat, and grabbed both his books and yours. With his free hand he grabbed your wrist, and practically dragged you out of the classroom behind him, making you skip to keep up with his long strides. He pulled you to the right and out the large wooden doors into the transfiguration courtyard.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” you smirked and allowed him to lead you, happy to follow him anywhere.

He pulled you through the courtyard, taking a right and walking swiftly across the grass with your wrist still firmly in his grasp. He lead you into the arched rampart wall around the courtyard and down its hall, into the shadowed corner where it adjoined the castle. He let your school books drop to the ground beside you, before pinning you against the wall in one of the many alcoves lining the rampart. Leander pressed his body to yours, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you hungrily. You were only shocked momentarily before you wrapped your arms around his waist and returned his affection eagerly.

The kiss was intense, driven by months of pining come to a head. Leander ran a hand through your hair and gripped at it, tilting your head and breaking the kiss to drag his lips down your neck.

You moaned softly at the feeling of his mouth on your skin. You pulled at his waist and ran your fingers along his back for a moment before looking up at him and breaking his focus. “You’re really going to do this to me right here, hm?” He chuckled, a hand under your chin, drinking you in through sultry eyes as he said, “Oh now you’re shy? You had no issue riling me up in class and I have no issues unwinding you right here.” He kissed your forehead and leaned his body against yours. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me? So unfair of you.”

You could feel it, and you had to admit, you were pretty satisfied with your work. You grinned up at him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your lips back together. Leander gripped at your hips, continuing to press himself against you, tempting himself further with that precious friction.

You kissed him again, biting at his lip and he groaned, leaning his head back and sighing before looking down at you again with a softened expression and flushed cheeks. “Ugh why has it taken us so long to get to this point? You know I’m crazy for you, don’t you?”

You grinned and nodded. “Well, we’re here now. That’s what counts.”

You gripped at his waist band, pulling him closer and leaning up to meet his lips again while his hands gripped at your lower back. You were so caught up with each other that neither of you heard the approaching footsteps until it was too late.

Garreth Weasley’s voice, loudly clearing his throat is what brought you and Leander back down to Earth. “Bloody hell Lee, out of everywhere in the castle you pick here for a cheeky snog? If you need tips on better places, I’m your guy, you just have to ask.”

Leander’s mouth hung open, his cheeks bright red, as he watched Garreth casually pick up a few spare bits of parchment that had blown into the rampart from the courtyard.

“Hey MC, nice to see you as well.” Garreth nodded in your direction before giving you both a little wave and a wink as he walked away.

“Told you here wasn’t a good spot.” You chided him in jest, a smirk on your face. Leander sighed, knowing you were right. He should have listened to you initially, but he had no regrets at how it all played out.

[larcenywrites]

hii. in case youre taking requests for headcanons, could you write some about how boyfriend young!tony (lovingly and sweetly) annoys his girlfriend? no one could convince me that annoying his partner isnt like one of his love languages lol thank you anywayyy

Oh, absolutely 😈 He 100% annoys the hell out of his partners, but it really is just part of his love language and really the only way he knows how to get attention! He's an attention whore fs (a term of endearment, of course <3)

How He Gets Attention

💠Being annoying and pouty is the only way he really knows how to communicate and how to get attention 🥲 He means well! Really! But that's not to say it can't get on your nerves sometimes.

💠But in a way it is cute. He just loves your love, and surely you love to love him! And any attention is good attention, right? You might have a different opinion on that, but luckily his ways of getting your attention are mostly harmless

💠Most of it is physical. He's touchy-feely anyway, but he acts like a poor housecat that just neeever gets attention ever 🙄 If you aren't somehow touching him, he's going to pout about it. But rest assured he will not only let you know, but will also take matter into his own hands

💠Kinda random, but in any type of setting he tends to mindlessly play with the hem of your shirt. There's usually nothing sexual about it, but sometimes the way he brushes over your skin might get you a little bothered 😉 Lectures, dinners, or even when you're both stuck in a crowd, he just pulls and twirls at the bottom of your shirt. If it's tucked or maybe not even a shirt, he'll still pick and pinch at the fabric, or play with your sleeve instead. At this point it might be becoming part of an anxious tic, but as long as it doesn't bother you too much he just finds solace in knowing your there ❤ and he just likes knowing he's being slightly annoying about it but not enough to be told off. Enough to keep your attention on whatever you were doing, but you're still well aware that he's there too!

💠If you have classes together, he's probably always messing with you, whether it be during lecture or when you're doing homework in bed. Oh, you're actually paying attention and doing your work? Where was all this attentiveness yesterday 😠 He can't do much in class (much to your relief), but he might still doodle in the very center of the paper you were using for notes, or keep muttering jokes that might be pretty funny and you have to literally keep a hand over your mouth. If he's feeling a little frisky he may try to play footsie with you, which may sometimes become just straight up kicking each other to see who will stop first 😭 If he's feeling a little sweeter (especially if you've been down recently or just got onto him for being distracting in class), he may hold your hand and/or play with your fingers. You may even get a little smooch to the back of your hand 😘

💠If you're doing homework at a café or something, he still can't get in to much, but homework and studying is usually done in someone's bed, whether you're both working or just one. I'm sure you can imagine all the ways he could distract you here... He has a lot more room and privacy to beg for attention, and can be a lot more creative in his efforts to get your eyes on him. He may throw a pencil your way that so perfectly leaves a skid mark right across your paper, or might throw balls of wadded up paper. Toss them back and he'll honestly be ecstatic! If you're doing work, but he has nothing to do, he may just sneakily inch closer and closer until his head is in your lap, even if he's smooshed into your textbook! He's bored! He's lonely! Just play with his hair or brush your thumb up and down his nose 🥺 If that doesn't work, he may sigh oh-so-sadly until you're at least forced to ask him what's wrong, and he'll just look at you with hurt puppy eyes that surely no one could resist! At least give him a little kiss on the head!

💠If he's really desperate, he's not afraid poke the bear-- literally! There's a specific spot around your waist somewhere that he's found where you very dramatically jolt away every time he pokes it, or maybe you're just really ticklish. Your surprised yelp is cute, and if you slap at his hand it gives him an excuse to start a playfight! And by playfight, he really just means flopping on top of you and forcing you to cuddle with him 😌 and you can't escape when he's directly on top of you 😇

💠If it’s snowing and you’re either still in bed or maybe you don’t want to go outside, this sneaky bastard will either scoop up some snow and just press it into your neck, or he will actually make a snowball and throw it at you. It’s just water, at least, but very very cold water 🤧🥶 At least when you’re chasing him down the hall he has your attention? He can warm you up later to make up for it 😉

💠Same thing if you're on the beach. A quiet moment may be ruined by the sudden splash of chilly ocean water on your legs! Honestly, you're pretty sure he just likes messing with you

💠If you're asleep he usually tries not to bother you, but sometimes he can't help it! Not only does he want cuddles all the time, but you're also really cute and honestly you're looking a little too peaceful 😈 And he may just be having trouble sleeping :( If he's bored and just wants company, he may just say your name and pet names over and over until you wake up, and if you're a deep sleeper he may tease his fingers up your spine or comb them through your hair. He does try to be gentle and loving about it! And if you do start to stir and sweetly lean into is touch, you'll be met with a face smooshing against yours regardless of your tired groan of protest. If he just wants your arms around him, and the above attempts also don't work, he'll just lift your arm and tuck himself in against your chest ❤ But sometimes he just... likes being a brat. He may just mess with you and poke at you until your rolling over to get away from him, but now he's sad and he's just going to curl up against your back until you roll back over and hold him 🥺

💠If he's really feisty that day, and you aren't entirely asleep, you may take a pillow or stuffed animal to the head. Hey, it's another excuse for him to playfight with you if you fight back! Or he may hide in your neck when you tell him off. It still ends up in cuddles, so he wins either way 😌

💠Speaking of really feisty, he may also just bite you. Sometimes he's sweet in getting your attention! He might keep pecking your shoulders and cheeks until your giggling and finally kiss him back, but sometimes he'll just nip your arm or your shoulder (or your neck). Usually it's hard to ignore those, but if you can, he'll go in a little harder and very innocently kiss the hand pushing his mouth away from you ;)

💠But it's not entirely about him! Not always, not exactly. Sure, maybe getting you annoyed is cute or funny or means he can act all cute and apologetic and play victim. He's acting out for a reason, you know! But getting you annoyed or mad means he gets to apologize and calm you down and play hero (even though he did the damage, but, whatever). It does work! You can't really stop him from hugging you and saying he's sorry. And surely even you can't have some fun with a little play fighting!

[tempvstas]

Hello Ash, I'm normally too shy to ask tho I wanted to request a scenario where the dorm leaders' crush is an artist and sketched them without their knowledge, only to give their finished work back to them as a gift. How would they react? I don't mind if it's a headcanon type list or a one shot (whichever works for you) nor do I mind if you got no ideas for a scenario like this. Thanks either way! ^_^

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Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Authors Notes: Hi nonny! I’m so honored that you were willing to reach out to me. I hope you like this!

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle willingly supports your artistic abilities! He thinks that having a hobby is a good thing. He knows that you’re an artist and that you spend a lot of your free time drawing and sketching. He doesn’t object to it as long as you’re maintaining your studies and keeping up with your homework.

So imagine his surprise when you show up with a sketch in hand and a slight blush on your face as you handed him your sketch of him.

The sketch itself is a simple portrait of him, hard at work. His arm is on the desk and the end of his pencil is on his lips. He looks deep in thought, frowning down at his work.

He’s in awe of the amount of detail you put into it and he wonders when you sketched it without him noticing. He’ll lightly scold you for not paying attention when you tell him that you sketched it during one of Professor Trein’s lessons, but regardless he’s still touched by your gesture and gladly accepts the sketch. 

His hands trace over the paper, running over all of the lines etched into it. He blushes a little at the thought that you were constantly staring at him while the two of you were in the lecture hall.

He’ll never tell you this but he actually ended up framing it and setting it on his desk in his room so that whenever he’s working on homework in his room, he’ll always be reminded of the little gesture that you did for him, and it further solidifies his undeniable feelings for you. 

Leona Kingscholar

He’s not too bothered by your abilities, as long as you don’t ask him to sit in a stiff position for hours on end as your reference. He gets plenty of that when he’s asked to post for royal portraits back home. 

He’s asleep a lot of the time, but he’s not oblivious to the stares that he gets from you when the two of you are in the botanical gardens together. He doesn’t care how long you stare at him, as long as you don’t disturb his sleep. If you do, be prepared to be used as his pillow as compensation for waking him up.

So imagine his surprise when you hand him a sketch that you did for him. It features him asleep, as usually, and he suspects that you had it done when the two of you were in the botanical gardens together. He’s mesmerized by the way you shaded in the sketch, making it seem as though the sunlight was dappling his skin and reflecting off of him.

He acts as though he isn’t surprised by you doing this and that he isn’t flustered at all, but in actuality, he’s pretty flustered. And if you look closely at him, you can see a faint blush on his face. 

He puts it away in a secure place, somewhere he knows that it won’t be stolen. Whenever he’s feeling out of it, he’ll pull it out and stare at it, with a subtle smile tugging at his lips. 

Azul Ashengrotto

When Azul first found out you were an artist, his train of thought immediately circled to how he could capitalize off of it. Keep in mind this is pre-OB, so he figured that you probably wouldn’t back down from letting him keep Ramshackle, so he could probably force you into working for him in exchange for letting you stay  in Ramshackle. Sound familiar?

Fast forward post-OB, instead of thinking about how he could get monetary gain from your abilities, he instead admires the dedication and hard work that you put into your art. 

He even commissions you, asking you to make some paintings if you’re willing so he can use it as decoration for Mostro Lounge. 

He’s caught off guard when you saunter into his office and hand him a sketch. The sketch being of himself. He’s flustered and embarrassed as he stares at it, questioning you when you had the time to make the sketch for him.

You tell him that you did it while the two of you were studying together, and true to your word, the sketch looks as though he’s busy writing something, his hand resting against his cheek. You tease him saying that he looked cute while he was studying and you couldn’t resist cause his cheeks looked very pokeable but you were too shy to lean over and poke his cheek.

Needless to say, after you told him that, Azul felt his heart flutter, hearing you, his crush, call him cute, but at the same time he wanted to hide into his octopot and never come out again.

He’s shy, but he actually has your sketch of him propped up on his desk. It’s only for his eyes, but one time, Floyd came in and saw it, and it was nonstop teasing from the Tweels from then on. 

Kalim Al-Asim

He appreciates all forms of creative abilities and actively supports you in your endeavors.

He gets excited for you when you tell him that you finally finished the hard and tedious piece of art that you’d been working on for hours on end after you got out of your classes. 

He’s somewhat oblivious to his surroundings so he doesn’t even notice when you constantly look at him, studying his features before gazing back down at your paper.

You hand him the sketch at one of the many feasts that he throws. He’s surprised by your gift, taking it in his hands and examining the sketch on the paper. 

You’re pretty nervous cause he’s not saying anything, until he breaks into a smile and throws his arms around you, telling you about how much he loves it. 

He really does love the sketch a lot and always keeps it folded up in his cardigan, it’s his good luck charm, he tells you, when you ask why he chooses to keep it there. 

Vil Schoenheit

This man is refined as hell and has a taste for the finer things in life. But he also has an appreciation for the arts. He understands that you’re a talented artist and he won’t stand in the way of you wanting to constantly improve on your skills, improving is something he also strives to do. So if you’re in need of a model to practice your skills on, he won’t mind sitting still for a while to let you observe him. 

When you hand him the sketch you did for him, he seems almost nonchalant about it, but really he’s genuinely flattered. A gift from you isn’t like a gift from all of his fans. 

You were a little nervous he would just take it and then put it somewhere never to see the light of day again, but to your surprise he laughs softly smiling at you.

He praises you for making the sketch and encourages you to draw more, and that he likes seeing your work.

He posts the sketch on his Magicam story and there’s a whole uproar over it with many of his fans praising your skills and some even going to follow your account to see more of your art. 

Idia Shroud

He’s so shy around you, he’ll never openly admit how much he admires your art. This man wants to talk to you so bad, and see if you would be willing to draw his favorite video game and anime characters but he’s too scared to say anything cause he feels like he’s gonna scare you away.

So when you hand him a sketch that you did for him, he feels like he’s going to implode, his face is all flushed and his hair is as red as a tomato.

The sketch is simple; it shows Idia at his desk gaming away, his gaze is focused like he always gets when he’s playing an intense match in one of his PvP games.  

He starts stammering and questioning you on why you would even willingly draw him, much less even draw anything for him.

You tell him that you drew the sketch of him as a show of appreciation to him, all with a smile on your face. 

He’s quite literally at a loss for words. Please get Ortho to help you cool him off, the top of his head is smoking. 

Malleus Draconia

He’s been around for a while, after all fae and human lifespans are so different. He’s seen plenty of art, and has seen how it evolved throughout the ages. He’s impressed by your works and could probably spend hours just staring at it.

He’s absolutely in love with the way you become so focused when you’re sketching out whatever’s caught your attention.

When he gets the sketch from you, he’s a little puzzled. Most of the time, people present him with gifts because he’s the crown prince of Briar Valley and they hope to gain his favor, but from what he can see, there’s no ill intent behind your gift. 

He gladly accepts it, his gaze softening as he looks down at you, a gentle smile on his face. To Malleus, this gift from you means more to him than any riches or extravagant items from far off lands that those who try to worm their way into his good graces. 

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[lxmiko]

shu yamino (highschool au) character sheet . . .

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i’m so unapologetically a simp for shu, i’m sorry, but I Stan Shu Yamino.

art drawn by me btw if someone asks where credits are ^^ !!

character(s): shu yamino

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headcanons

his best subject is math (even if he doesn’t try much in school to begin with ••;;)

takes the bus home!! but as of late, he’s been tutoring you in math afterschool ^^ (yaminerd?!)

you can find him in one of the empty classes after school, probably napping if not playing rhythm games on his phone ^^

he’s awfully quiet during class and just in general, but mention an anime he’s watched within the past week and he’ll babble all about it

shu walks you to class when he can, and especially if your schedules match up with one another. if you’re lucky, or if he’s feeling up for it, he might link his pinky with yours as the two of you make your way to class .///.

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drabble

“i hate math.”

shu laughs quietly at your complaint you groan with your face smushed into your open math book, though he doesn’t say anything to disagree.

your notes and incomplete worksheets are scattered across the table along with the neat but thick stack of shu’s right across from them, and you start to question whether or not math is really worth all this trouble.

“be honest with me,” you look up from the mess that is your homework with a frown, “do you really think we need anything past multiplication and division?”

he raises a brow at your comment and speaks as if it’s obvious. “what do you think, huh? you know i wouldn’t be at school right now if i wasn’t studying with you.”

at his words, your face twists into an exasperated expression, and he giggles at the way you grab at your forgotten pencil with annoyance, filling the empty classroom with grumbles and the scritch-scratch of your writing.

he peers over at your worksheets every few minutes, pointing out little mistakes and carefully explaining anything you can’t understand. shu’s a good teacher, (though he never gives himself enough credit) and as you watch him underline the concepts in the book with his finger as he reads them to you, his other hand periodically pushing up the black frames of his glasses, you smile.

“do you get it?” shu asks you after he’s finished babbling about something that had to do with graphing. he looks up to you for confirmation, but is caught off guard by your gaze awaiting him instead.

you look at him so sweetly, perhaps with admiration or awe, he doesn’t know, but he does know that he can’t handle this eye contact any longer.

his eyes dart to the side, his hand lifting to nudge his glasses further up his nose out of habit. “why are you looking at me like… that?”

you grin, your head tilting to lean further into your hand. “i don’t know, i guess i just think you’re pretty.”

it stuns you how fast shu can turn from being so composed to flustered and stuttering like he is now, his pen slipping through his fingers and off the desk before he immediately dives for it (he hopes the time he spends picking it up is enough for the heat radiating across his face to go away).

when he returns, he avoids your eyes and returns to twirl and fidget with his pen, mumbling a “thanks.” (though his cheeks had turned back to their normal hue, the tips of his ears, hidden poorly by his pink highlighted sides of his hair, are still red).

(you decide not to mention how pretty he looks then, too).

tutoring moves on after that, dragging under the sun begins to dip lower and lower into the sky, hues of blue disappearing and replaced with pinks, oranges, and yellows.

shu’s voice is soothing: soft, and slightly raspy. every word feels like a lullaby, and your eyelids droop with every murmur. and you should’ve mentioned it to him before, but you hadn’t been paying attention to the past half hour of his lecture.

sleep catches up to you, pulling you into its welcoming grasp and leaving you with your head resting on top of your homework and your pencil held loosely between your fingers.

shu doesn’t notice at first, continuing on with his gibberish of numbers and letters (in math, can you believe?) until a little tug on his sleeve startles him. it’s one of his shikigami, animatedly gesturing toward another floating near your head, looking suspiciously like it might pull on your hair to wake you.

he muffles a laugh and holds onto the slim arm of the shikigami, pulling it away from you with a playful tsk, tsk, tsk. “let them sleep,” it slips from his grasp with a little struggle despite his halfhearted protest and floats over to you anyway, resting itself upon your head with somewhat of a triumphant air.

shu smiles at every rise and fall of your shoulders as soft, even breaths leave you. he leans down, his head on top of his hands on the table, and levels himself with you.

“cute,” he murmurs unknowingly under his breath, tilting his head to the side to admire the contours of your face, committing them to memory in the moment of tranquility.

it’s late, and the two of you should go home, but he can’t bring himself to wake you from your nap and ruin the peace of the afternoon sun flitting through the half drawn curtains of the classroom onto the soft expression of your sleeping self.

and so he whispers softly. “rest well, baby.” his hand pats the top of your head, lightly, with love laced in his voice. “i’ll bother you more later.”

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sorry this took forever D: my math teacher is being mean and giving tests and so much hw frfr, but OTHER THAN THAT, 200-300 FOLLOWER EVENT POSTS COMING EVENTUALLY SOON SO LOOK FORWARD TO THAT WOOOOO

[artleaguemdcnorth]

2D CLASS / MDC LIVE Summer A- FIRST DAY 5/6/2024

Welcome to the 2D class MDC LIVE summer A Semester 2023-3.

An email was sent to students with the class instructions and other information including a link to the course blog along with the class syllabus.

We will have the first virtual class meet via TEAMS on Monday , May 6 at 9am..

You will only need a notebook or sketchbook on this day to take notes.

On the first day all students who have not done so, will create their own portfolio blog using the Tumblr platform and they will create a Threads  handle to follow additional instructions during the semester.

FIRST DAY INFO and class assignments for today after our virtual meet and greet will be as follows:

THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE THIS MORNING:

1) Create your Threads handle. 2) Find the class threads handle and follow it:

3)Create your own Tumblr handle.

4)Follow class blog ONLY nothing else.

THINGS TO KNOW FOR CLASS:

This is a mini term and it goes by pretty fast. I will give class assignments weekly .

Each week as a class , students will work on developing creative ideas related to the vocabulary of art.

I will lecture at the start of class on Monday and Weds by 9am.

Students will have class time after the lecture and as well as homework if needed to complete the assignments. All class work needs to be complete by either Tuesday or Thursday the latest.

Think of Thursdays as your day to catch up on any work that needs to be completed or corrected.

Assignments will be posted here on the class blog.

Students can come to the class blog and follow directions at any time.

I will always share the link to new assignments from the class blog on threads the day they are given as I did today.

Pay attention as I can also post suggestions and information there during class time.

I will also show photos with examples and or additional instructions on Threads when needed.

All work to be done in class will be done on the Bristol pad except when otherwise noted .

Some Homework assignments are done on the sketchbook.  

All work needs to be framed within the picture plane as stated during class meets.

Work completed during class will be posted on your Tumblr (portfolio page) as they are completed by end of class time, Monday through Thursday.

Work that is not completed during class , needs to be completed during lab hours (Tuesday & Thursday) .

Today and tomorrow , students will work on various assignments listed below.

Students will also use today only to purchase class materials.

A) FIRST DAY CLASS ASSIGNMENTS:

1) Today after class is dismissed, students will watch three short videos.

You will be  looking at the work of two artist,

Franz Kline

Etel Adnan

Throughout the semester we are going to be looking at work from different artists who work in the following genre:

Non Objective , Abstract , Modern Art.

2) As you watch the videos posted below, take notes  regarding the three videos (two about Franz Kline and one from Etel Adnan).

See if you can answer the questions below:

a) Pay attention to how they create art and why if that is so stated.

b) What inspires them?

NEXT

B) WRITE THE FOLLOWING IN YOUR TUMBLR PAGE ,

THIS WILL BE YOUR FIRST TUMBLR POST:

Brief statement of what you understand about how FRANZ KLINE and ETEL ADNAN  create art.

In regards to the work of Franz Klein comment on the issues below:

How does he divide the page ?

How is line changing from one stroke to the next?

Is it the same kind of line, thick , bold or thin and light?

Is space painted first (white), before line (black) or the reverse?

One you have finished the videos and written your statement, proceed to your sketchbook to sketch some ideas of your own version of the following:

C) Create 3 Franz Kline inspired work.

Start out by playing with line as it divides the composition.

These are preliminary ideas known as sketches

How would  you do it?

1) Use  three pages from your sketchbook to create THREE Franz Kline inspired compositions.

You will be using black and white paint.

D) Post review of the videos by 5 pm Tuesday.

(This is your first tumblr blog )

E ) Sketches by tomorrow at 5 pm

F ) LIBRARY - Check out a book from the library as per instructions in your class syllabus.

BUY CLASS MATERIALS

ALL MATERIALS CAN BE PURCHASED AT BLICKS, MICHAELS, AND OTHER ART SUPPLY STORES NEAR YOU. 

DO NOT ORDER ANYTHING ONLINE AS WE DO NOT HAVE TIME THIS SEMESTER FOR ITEMS TO ARRIVE.

ALL MATERIALS NEED TO BE ON HAND BY WEDNESDAY START OF CLASS.

SEE THE LIST ADDED BELOW:

The materials listed below are essential to complete class assignments.

CLASS MATERIALS:

BRISTOL PAD 100lbs. ( 9x 12  )

Sketchbook bound 8 x 11 or bigger

Black ink or Black acrylic paint (mars black)

White paint Acrylic Titanium White

Beginners acrylic paint set assortment of brushes

Painters tape (blue tape from Home Depot or Lowes)

Black assortment of sharpies different sizes (thick, thin etc )

RULER

Scissors

Glue sticks

MATERIALS:

BRISTOL PAD 100 LBS (9 X 12 )

starter set acrylics ( CAN BE GOLDEN , WINSOR NEWTON BRANDS  6 or 8 colors )

Variety of brush set or something similar - different sizes

Higgins black ink

small tube of Mars ink

small tube of Titanium white

Bound Sketchbook

GLUE STICKS

Note: Students who have taken drawing classes with me have most of these items. 

Additional Materials list will be  discussed on the first day of class.

VIRTUAL MEETING VIA TEAMS WILL START AT 9AM.

Make sure you enter the chatroom 10 minutes before start time.

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Dead to Me Part 5 (Finale)

A/N: I cant believe this is still getting notes after like 3 years of not updating. I'm feeling inclined to write for other fandoms but I really didn't want to leave this unfinished before I moved on. Especially if people are still reading. This is long overdue, hope you like &lt;3

Summary: Y/n reflects on why the friendship broke in the first place and is ready to finally face the promise she broke.

Warnings: literally one curse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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"No secrets ever. Thats the secret to a successful friendship I'm sure of it," Richie states after a long rant about a magazine article he read. The article was talking about the causes of friendship breakups and Richie was determined to make sure he never had to go through one with Y/n or any of the other losers.

Y/n was listening quietly, occupied with her own homework. Y/n was sitting on the couch while her best friend paced around the room like a teacher giving a lecture. She did catch most of his monologue while briefly turning her attention to her assignment. Every once in a while she'd nod her head in agreement. She failed to notice the end of the rant, so when Richie turned to her expecting agreement, he was shocked to see she wasn't paying attention.

Richie rips the paper out of her hands to Y/n's protest.

"Were you not listening at all?" Richie stares at her, offended. Y/n grabs the paper back out of his hand. "The entire fate of our friendship could depend on this conversation."

"You're being dramatic. I was listening, I just zoned out during the last part," She replied, trying to fix the creasing in the paper caused by Richie's action. Richie sat down next to her on the couch. He grabs her head with both his hands and forces her to look up at him. Y/n blushed slightly as his hands remained cradling her face. His face has turned serious, as if it was really important that she listened to everything he said. Y/n drops her pencil, signaling to him she was listening.

"I don't want us to ever stop being friends, and I hope you feel the same way too." Richie's tone was soft but stern. A pit in her stomach formed when he said the word friends. If that was all he wanted, it was better to hear it now. A part of her wanted to disagree; tell him she wanted to be more than that. That she hoped they could some day drop the friends label. It was the wrong time to say it. In fact, Y/n could never seem to find the right moment to say it. Y/n hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Richie continued, "That's why I want us to promise that we won't keep secrets from each other. Whatever is going on, you tell me and I'll tell you. We can't hide anything important from each other. I want you to promise."

Y/n's heart started racing. To promise meant she'd need to tell him the one secret that has been weighing on her chest. The one secret that is single handedly keeping their friendship from falling apart. She couldn't tell him, but she also couldn't tell him why she couldn't make the promise. But in that moment with his hands holding her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes, how could she ever deny his request. So she said it.

"No Secrets," Y/n nodded her head slowly, eyes fixed on Richie's, breaking it before it was even made. "I promise."

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Y/n couldn't shake Richie's voice out of her head from the last time they spoke. "I'm your best friend for fucks sake. Aren't we supposed to tell each other everything? No secrets remember? What the fuck happened to that shit?"

The losers were urging her to make things right, but no one was quite sure how to do it. Both Richie and Y/n were left heartbroken. It was Y/n's fault. She knew it. There was no denying it. She was just so aggravated that day, but nothing justified what came out of her mouth. She didn't mean any of it, but there was no way to explain that to Richie now, especially after seeing his face break in front of him.

Y/n ran. Ran from Richie, ran from her mistake, ran from her feelings. The laughable thing about all of this was, Richie was right that day on that couch. Their friendship broke over a stupid secret, just because Y/n was too scared to face it.

She was back with the losers, discussing Y/n's attempts to talk to Richie at lunch the day prior. Y/n was curled up on the floor with her back resting on the couch. Bev was sitting on the couch above Y/n, her head resting on her hand. The rest of her friends sprawled out around the room. It was almost normal if it wasn't for the quiet that filled the room. It was obvious someone was missing, the exact someone we were trying to get back.

"So he just walked off without letting you talk?" Eddie questioned, pacing around the room. Y/n nods slightly in response.

"How are we going to get them to talk about anything if Richie won't even stay long enough to listen," Stan spoke up. He was seated on an arm chair near the couch. His arms crossed over his chest. If anyone asked him, he was upset with Y/n. He would never say it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious he believed it was Y/n's fault the friend group was disrupted in the first place. If it wasn't for Richie leaving, he would've been fine with her exit. "He's refused to talk to us either"

"E-even if he d-d-oes listen w-what d-does Y/n/n s-s-say?" Bill asks. "I-it's not like i-i-i-it's an easy f-fix."

Y/n sat in silence, listening to her friends debate the situation. Bill was right. There wasn't a lot that could be said that would easily solve the issue. His heart was broken and she assumed it was because of their friendship. From her view point, their friendship was platonic because he wanted it to be. She wasn't ready to give up her feelings to Richie, but that was the reason why it broke. It didn't matter now since there was no friendship to save. She broke their promise.

Y/n was deep in thought and the rest of the losers were starting to notice. Bev's voice broke her thought. She turned to the rest of her friends, all of them waiting in anticipation. Y/n turned to Bev.

"I need to tell him," Y/n said. Bev understood immediately. She stood up "Its a little late but..."

"Okay but Y/n/n why? There's not a guarantee he's going to want to hear it," Mike asked, a look of worry on his face. "Don't break your heart further."

"the only reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid to break our friendship. I did that anyway. There's nothing to lose," Y/n was still trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. She wasn't so sure, but it was the only way she could think of. She needed to be honest.

No secrets this time.

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She wasn't going to wait till school to confront Richie. It was now or never. She left her friend's basement and headed down the familiar route to Richie's house. All the while prepping her speech in her head, trying her best not to imagine how he'd respond. The point was to get him to listen.

Before she knew it, she was in front of his house. Amber's car not present in the driveway, easing Y/n's nerves just slightly. It didn't look like anyone was home actually. She stood at the door for a minute before she knocked.

It took a moment for anyone to answer the door, but when it did, there was Richie shocked to see who was in front of him. His face quickly changed from shock to confusion as his eye brows furrowed.

"Don't close the door," Y/n started, her voice obviously nervous. She looked behind him quickly, scanning the house for anyone else. "Just please listen to me. I need you to listen."

Richie stood silent for a moment, but eventually took a step forward and closed the door behind him. A silent signal to continue. This was a first step, Y/n noticed. Before she could calm down, she noticed Richie's anger. He was so obviously hurt and being in front of him just made it worse.

"I have been listening haven't I?" Richie voice was venomous, but Y/n expected it. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me? So why do you keep showing up?"

"Because I broke our promise," Y/n spits out. There was no use in arguing, she had to get to the point while he was still listening.

"What?" His voice softened.

"Our promise... No secrets." Richie scoffed at the reminder, but Y/n continued. "I fucked up our friendship because I was too scared to a stupid secret."

Richie didn't dare speak. She had his full attention now. He didn't know what he was going to hear, but part of him still hoped it would be about him.

"I broke the promise as soon as I made it, but I couldn't tell you because I thought it would break us. I broke us anyway. I didn't come here to try to take back what I said, I know I can't," Y/n didn't break eye contact once while she spoke. She needed Richie to know she was serious, in the same way he looked at her when he forced her to swear honesty. "All I can do is tell you what I didn't."

She paused. Richie no longer looked at her with such venom. He was listening, not trying to fight back, not making any snarky comments. Not being the Asshole he usually was. He was listening, almost hopeful. It scared her, not knowing what that hope was for.

The words felt like knives scrapping at the back of her throat. It was suffocating. This was not how she imagined she was going to be confessing her love for her best friend. She lied to Mike, there definitely still was something to lose. Rejection was almost guaranteed and she knew it when she walked to the door. No matter what happened, that would still hit harder than anything that has happened. Richie didn't deserve to be hurt the way she hurt him, but Y/n was ready to face her own heartbreak in order to make it right. As he looked at her eager for something, it was all that she owed him.

"You were my secret."

Her voice was quiet and strangled, but it was clear as day. shivers were sent down Richie's spine. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He was confused, unsure if it meant what he thought it did.

"I loved you, Richie. And I ran and hurt you and I am so so sorry," Tears had began falling from her eyes. She looked away, too scared to face Richie. She wanted to run just like she did before, but she couldn't she wouldn't do that again. "There was no one else. There was no Mike. There was no Bill. There was no jock, no one you ever asked about. There was you and I was so scared if I told you, there wouldn't be. But I lost you anyway and hurt you in the process. I'm not asking you to love me or forgive me or to enter your life again. But the losers, they don't deserve to lose you too. It was my mistake, blame me, don't blame--"

"Do me a favor and be quiet."

Richie's hands were back on the side of Y/n's face. She looked up at him shocked. She was so close to him. His face only inches a part from him. She couldn't read his expression. Pity maybe, condolence. No. It was love.

Richie leaned in to kiss Y/n's tear stained cheeks.

"I broke the promise too."

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hispanic!reader and eddie meeting in spanish class and reader tutoring him <3?

Tutor

Eddie Munson x gn! hispanic! reader

Masterlist | Rules (requests closed)

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Eddie kept on repeating the same thing over and over again in his head. “‘86 is my year.” He hoped that by saying this constantly it will come true. As much as he tried to make others think that it doesn’t bother him, it does, he hopes he will finally graduate.

The last couple of years he got held back because of the same class: Spanish. He tried to get help from countless of students and teachers yet it never worked. This caused him to ditch the class most times. He believed there was no need to go and pretend to try if nobody was there for him.

It was too cold today to ditch so he decided to go, five minutes late but he didn’t care. He walked in and stopped for a second as he noticed someone sitting on the desk next to the one that he always sits. Everyone knew it was his desk from all the doodles that the janitor and teacher could never erase.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention to you and neither did you. Until he realized how much Spanish you knew. For once, he actually paid attention to the lecture and even though he didn’t understand much of what was going on. It didn’t matter to him.

He was glad when the teacher asked the two of you to stay after class. Gradually, the teacher asked if you could tutor Eddie. It was the first time that Eddie took liking to the teacher. You on the other hand, were overwhelmed, as it was your first day yet when you looked into his eyes. You saw how hopeful he was you’d say ‘yes’. To which you did in fact end up agreeing.

The two of you would stay after school on Fridays and sometimes see each other during the weekends. In order to do homework together. Even though you weren’t sure if you were of much help considering how much Spanish you knew. Eddie felt like you were his lifesaver.

Ever since you started tutoring him, he for once looked forward to going to Spanish class. Not much as to learn and show the teacher how much he now knows. But also to spend more time with you.

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[thoughsofthemastermind]

Senior High School

They said that high school years are the most memorable years of being a student, and it is indeed. Due to the pandemic, two years have been wasted in online classes, and as a result, I never really enjoyed the last two years of junior high school. Yet, senior high came onto the scene and made the two years of isolation in an online class into enjoyable and unforgettable moments in my life. I didn't realize how difficult it would be for me to make the gradual switch from being online to in-person since the pandemic caused my self-esteem to drop significantly. Since my social anxiety developed and I was finding it harder to engage with others, I honestly believed that I would not be able to make friends during my senior year of high school. Nonetheless, I was fortunate enough to meet some incredible people with whom I will sail through my final year of high school.

Peer pressure is real, which is why it's crucial to choose your friends carefully. You will spend nearly two years of senior high school together, so you must pick friends carefully. It makes a great difference for you to surround yourself with genuine people who will support you and never throw you off. Even though I've never been selective about who I hang out with, I always make sure that I won't let them negatively impact me. In the end, it truly lies within you. Whether or not you let them affect you is entirely up to you.

I've always been conscious of my grades, but as I approached my senior year, I started to pay more attention to them. I began to put pressure on myself because I was eager to do well in school and not just pass, but to get excellent scores that would be a shred of evidence of my effort. Furthermore, I believe it is for the best because I have very high standards for myself. Even though I could still handle the first semester of grade 11, the constant whining and crying over homework was unbearable. Since crying and whining are some of my coping mechanisms for pressure and annoyance. After a few minutes, I'll start the process over again and consider what awaits me if I continue to work toward my goals. After discussing the lectures, some professors give us some time to relax and do whatever we like, but we still have to respect them because they are still inside the room.

This senior year of high school has never really been about our academic standing; rather, it has always been about our minds and how they function in general, critically, and creatively. It also featured numerous events that we appreciated, such as the university's or presidential week, sportfest or intramurals, subjects month, the annual Christmas party in December, and plenty of other events that support the development of our conscious and unconscious abilities. I still vividly the day we joined "Palarong Maynila" to represent our university in the game of table tennis. Our team's chance to play with the other elite universities was just incredible. By attending these activities, I will get the chance to socialize with people outside of my group of friends. These activities teach us the fundamentals of effective teamwork, which is necessary to win the group you're in. As a result, we were more competitive and gave the team our best.

I remember the time when I met my crush in grade 11 due to an event that occurred during that year, which serves as my daily inspiration until this day. Adoration for someone never goes away in a senior high year. It will always be a part of our existence, particularly our experiences. Adoration, or appreciation for a particular individual, is not one bad thing. We are unable to stop ourselves from getting captivated by someone because we are still human, and we still have feelings.

My favorite year was in grade 11 since we were dismissed at lunchtime, which allowed us to spend more time together and go out with friends. However, as of right now in grade 12, we were dismissed at 6:30 in the evening. Since we have to go home early because we are exhausted and just want to sleep, we don't spend as much time together. Occasionally, though, we take half an hour before heading home to catch up and simply stroll around under the moonlight, savoring each other's company.

Overall, my senior year of high school was one of the most incredible years of my life, partly because of the various events that not only helped me grow as a person but also strengthened and developed my abilities. In addition to teaching us how to be responsible learners and maintain academic excellence, it also teaches us how to apply teamwork and social skills to enhance ourselves. The reason that the senior high school was so significant was that it served as our training ground for college. It's acceptable to feel worn out and uninspired, but don't forget to keep going and try again until you reach your objectives. Even if reaching our goals could be difficult, if we are driven to do so, the obstacles we face along the way won't tire us out.

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