#i will stalk your prof now

[privitivium]

Yan dilf... I love old men sm istg

yan dilf w domtop amab reader ramblings :3

yan dilf realness. based. a different case than the uhhh,,, "prof dilf" thing. smth about a chubby middle aged dude fiending for ur attention and getting all giddy if he sees you making friends with his kid is so cute. i also had this one prompt about a dad - adult son yan duo, son getting curious as to why his dad is so happy and follows him to see you and him on a date then both r in love with you LMAO! i enjoy the dilf with an edgy reader/darling. him trying so hard to bond with you, his young coworker - inviting you out to local shows or gritty bars to see if that takes ur interest. i like an awkward yandere who doesnt know wtf do to with themselves bro its the best.

i understand all the suave sugar daddy yan dilfs but liek,,, a little pathetic sugar daddy yan dilf,,, like yeah this guys had tons of practice and honing his flirtation tactics to get whoever he wants - but when it comes to you he's all serious without intent - his tummy fluttering in lovesick nausea - having to look away because the sight of you makes his dick twitch. you make his dick come to life bro he can't not have you.

yan dilf who's a pathetic fucking freak who cant stand being around you because you constantly make him all fuzzy and hard n he thinks its sooo unprofessional in the workplace!!! hands notably shaking as he grabs the random stack of papers he needs to sign - did he need to the sign these? fuck he doesnt remember what you were saying... too busy wondering how big of a dildo he has to order to practice with as he catches sight of your soft bulge in your disgustingly tight khakis.

yan dilf whos all disturbingly awkward when it comes to you - but still, offering to take you out for drinks after coincidentally bumping into each other outside of work. yeah, haha, it's super weird how we keep meeting like this, i guess its fates way of telling us we should hangout, right? haha... it's a little pathetic, you observe with a smile - agreeing merrily. but it's so cute. he was so obvious - you'd seriously think a middle-aged man would have the smoothness to flirt, but it's clear he's lacking in that department. making you wonder if he makes up for it in another department. he was wondering the same about you... but instead, berating himself for being a disgusting old man, thinking dirty things about you.

or maybe its smth like you being a babysitter for this quietly rich guy,,, him being all intimidating, unsure of how to get you to see how cool and "chill" he is, rather an observer as he enjoys watching you take care of his tweens.

yan dilf who cannot get you out of his mind. at a family dinner, a private seating arrangement in an extravagant place losing himself in his thoughts as his children make animated conversation - simply wondering what you were eating at this lovely afternoon... wondering if you were eating ramen like that stereotype of broke college kids having nothing to eat. he'd have to... sneakly provide you money... he cant stand the thought of you not eating well - whats his problem‐?! he barely knows you yet he's stalking you through social media and your fucking windows - sneaking in and planting cameras now just to settle his paranoia about your wellbeing? he's just a poor obsessed manㅡtake pity on him, omg.

[nina-renmen]

You’re Mine Pt.4

I’m in my era where I can produce 2-3 fics a day but I lose motivation within a week 😭 anyway, sorry for the long wait! As you all know there are Yandere themes such as mentions of drugging, murder, drinking and other themes that are not suited for minors or people that can’t handle this. You have been warned! (This fix is not prof read)

part 1 part 2 part 3

The worst thing about this job was the aftermath of missions. The one thing y/n didn’t like was having to stay in one place after getting shot. The darker toned woman sat down, her leg throbbing. She was just thankful that it stopped bleeding. Unbeknownst to her, y/n’s captain stood around the corner. Y/n had gone on a solo mission, it was completed with no casualties but she did pay the price by getting shot. Although the bullet went straight through, price knew she wouldn’t be on her feet for a few days, maybe even weeks.

Outside he stood holding a sugary treat. Something y/n had told him she liked on their ‘date’. He fiddled with the packaged candy in his hands. Contemplating on going inside of her room, but just as he decided to do so, he heard y/n’s phone ring.

Looking down at her phone y/n saw her father’s contact name. Without waisting any time she answered it, putting it on speaker so she could changer her bandages. “Hey dad.” Y/n spoke first as she grabbed the roll of bandages and disinfected. “Y/n, sweetie….are you okay?” He asked. His voice sounding worried. Y/n only brushed it off as him being worried because of her wound. Word travels fast within the military.

“Yes dad….the bullet went through my leg. I should be back on my feet in two weeks or so.” The sound of bandages opening filled the silence as her father didn’t say anything in return. After a few moments he finally spoke up.

“No….thats too long. I’ll have one of my men come get you.” He said in almost a rushed tone.

“My wound isn’t that bad. I’m taking care of it and-“

“Not the wound y/n. I want you to stay away from Price.” General l/n spoke over y/n. Like a commander, barking orders at his subordinates. “Dad…Price isn’t that bad. He’s can be a little rough around the edges but he’s not bad.” Y/n said as she finished pouring the disinfectant alcohol over the wound.

“Y/n….Price has been looking into you. He’s stalking you. I want you out of that squad immediately.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she hauled her movements. Sure…it was normal to look into someone. Y/n had looked into Price to see what he’d accomplished to get in the role of a captain but that was it. “Dad….thats normal. Maybe I’ve been late to a meeting or-“

“Stop making excuses for that man….ill tell you what. If I get you stone hard proof, you leave that squad with now argument. Okay?”

Y/n sighed as she wrapped her leg. Making sure not to put it on too tight. “Dad, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Y/n paused. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to this. “He’s my soulmate. I found out a while ago and-“

“You don’t think to tell me?” General l/n’s voice was softer this time. He seemed more understanding of the situation. “If I had known I wouldn’t have had made a big fuss.”

“It’s alright. I know you’re only looking out for me.” Y/n replied. As she finished tiring off the bandages.

“I still don’t trust him. My parents were soulmates and my father killed my mother, but you know that already. Don’t drop your guard just because he’s your soulmate.” Y/n’s father started. “Just because he loves you, doesn’t mean he won’t hurt you. Treat him just like any other man you’d come across.”

He was right. Loving someone dosn’t always mean you’re compatible or vise versa. “Okay..”

“Promise me.” General l/n’s voice grew stern.

“I promise.”

“And make sure you carry a gun on your dates.” Y/n’s father advised.

“I already do. No need to remind me.” Y/n said as she rolled her eyes.

“I’m just making sure you’re safe. You’re my only daughter.”

Y/n smiled at that. “I’ll be safe…..” There was a small silence between the two of them until he spoke up. “Alright then. Well I have to get back to work. Don’t cause too much trouble, I love you.”

Y/n laughed as she told him she loved him before he hung up. Sitting in silence, y/n thought about what he said. Even though she brushed it off she couldn’t help but be a bit wary of John.

A knock on her door startled her from her thoughts. Pushing those bad feeling away she called out. “Come in.”

The door opened, revealing John. He was in nothing but a blue shirt and khaki pants. His hand holding up y/n’s favorite sweet treat.

“I…heard you got injured. So I got you this.” He said, holding it up. Y/n’s eyes trailed over to the sweet treat. A grin carved on her face, giving price the green light to step into the room. He closed the door behind him before handing Y/n the sweet treat. Y/n’s fingers wrapped around the packaging. She thanked him with a smile as she tore open the wrapping paper like a child that had just been gifted candy.

“Is the medication working?” Price asked, trying to make small talk as he sat in the chair that was beside Y/n’s bed. He got comfortable in the chair. It was obvious he planned on staying a while.

“Not really.” Y/n said truthfully. “The medicine here dosn’t really work on me.”

John looked at y/n curiously. “Why is that?”

Y/n let out a nervous chuckle, as she leaned back into her pile of pillows that propped her up. “I didn’t grow up in a stable nehiborhood. My parents worked so much that I was sent to live with family members that weren’t so great. I picked up some bad habits if you know what I mean.” Y/n stated. “I’m clean now, but I still have a high tolerance for it.”

John nodded. He didn’t seem disgusted or disappointed. He seemed grateful that y/n told him. “I appreciate you telling me.” He said honestly. Unfortunately for y/n he only appreciated that y/n told him about it so he can up her dosage. If she hadn’t told him then he would have been confused as to why she hadn’t passed out after eating the snack he spiked.

[h-harleybaby]

I was hoping I could get a Professor Chaos x (captured) reader? Maybe leaning towards nsfw? But ofc not if you’re not comfortable with it. Hope it’s not to much to ask for!

I’m hoping you won’t be upset if I do straight up nsfw, I’m sorry!!! Let’s all thank Hannah for helping me because my brain was empty and I wanted to sob 💕💕 @hannah-h-pleb

TW: Stalking, probs dub con or something?? I dunno just be scared 😍😍

NSFW CONTENT

Professor Chaos x reader

• When Professor Chaos first kidnapped you he wanted info regarding Freedom Pals and good lord he was getting desperate. Or at least desperate enough to kidnap someone

• Soon enough he targets you because not only are you new to the team, you’re an easy target too. Plus it just so happens he finds you stupidly pretty

• He’s honestly been stalking watching you for a good while too so it’s a win win for him, he gets to gain info about his sworn enemies AND capture the pretty lady he’s been stalking he’s obsessed with

• Professor Chaos probably captures you during a battle between the Freedom Pals and Cartmans group, they were all too busy and full of themselves to notice you were gone

• Honestly he was kinda hoping that maybe the Freedom Pals would notice and he could get a nice ransom out of you but they never came for you

• I suppose it’s just the universe telling you that y’all are meant to be, or at least that’s what he kept telling you

• He definitely has you tied to a chair in his lair while he questions you about everything you know, which honestly isn’t much. Not that he’d know what little you know right now, turns out you’re more loyal than he thought

• It’s almost funny because as he interrogates you he can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter as he paces around his lair

• He just can’t help but get a boner with how pretty you look when you’re all tied up and scared!!

• But the sick thing is, you don’t JUST look scared, you’re enjoying this just as much as he is

• It doesn’t take long for him to act on his desires, and it doesn’t take very long for you to give in either

• Professor Chaos starts off more slow and passionate with soft neck kisses, palming your boobs, slowly fingering you, the works. He def wants to take his time with you to get you all worked up

• Professor Chaos fucks a lot differently than Butters does. Prof Chaos fucks, Butters makes love and all that

• And when he fucks you, he gets rough. The feeling of power completely takes over. He’s the type to pull your hair, spank you, and whisper utterly filthy things in your ears, maybe even chokes you

• That man completely ruins you in the best way, leaving your poor ass red with hand prints and your pussy practically stuffed to the brim

• When he’s done with you, you’re more than willing to tell him all you know now that he’s fucked you stupid and he ends up keeping you around

• Now it’s like you’re his little spy, observing anything and everything you can before you can come back to Professor Chaos and tell him everything and get fucked but that’s besides the point

• Somehow this goes on for a long time and the Freedom Pals were none the wiser to how you and Professor Chaos were getting busy behind scenes

• Within time the two of you fell in love, you learned to be just as enamored with him as he was with you

• I suppose the Freedom Pals really never really cared enough to see who was the rat among them, let alone see why their newest recruit had been going missing days at a time?

[tieronecrush]

꒰ა ONLY ANGEL ໒꒱

javier peña x f!reader

chapter four: i can see you

series masterlist

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service” to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

series warnings: power imbalance (prof and student), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, discussion of money, criminal activity, judicial systems, graduate school, smut, daddy/papí kink, praise kink, degradation, self deprecation, discussion of self worth, multiple sexual or romantic partners, sex work, cursing, use of spanish, likely more warning so read at your own risk!

word count: 9.6k

a/n: this chapter is A LOTTTT of filth and as always thank you to bestie @northernbluess for beta-ing <333 love ya!

It’s the first class after Javi had you on your knees in front of him, the rest of the weekend was spent circling back to that image and having to take a cold shower or adjust himself in his jeans when he met up with some old friends from his days as a sheriff. The other thoughts that alternated from the image of you on your knees, soft and supple lips around his cock, was his view from between your legs, pleasure contorting your face and pulling you to a place where you fully let him give your body the treatment it deserves. There’s a phantom feeling of your come all over his face, the visual of you squirting for him bringing him to the edge when he spent Sunday night with his hand around his cock.

What would you feel like, writhing underneath him and making all those sweet little sounds he’s been replaying over and over in his head, while he gives you his cock over and over until you’re screaming?

You were now a craving that couldn’t be satiated; even if he had your mouth again, even if he got another taste of you, even if he got the chance to fuck you properly, it wouldn’t ever be enough. He’s always going to want one more orgasm, one more little moan of his name, one more time spilling into you and watching you take it wherever.

This is why he is buzzing as he walks through the halls to the lecture room, stalking up to the door and peeking through the small window. A glimpse of the back of your head sends a hot rush of his blood south, rolling out his shoulders and taking a breath to calm down. He languidly makes his way down the stairs at the end of the rows of seating, slowing his pace even more when he starts to reach the row you’re occupying. The sound of your voice rises above all the other students in his ears, and he bites back a smile as he’s reminded of the short phone call from the evening prior.

“Will you draw something else for me, bebita?”

“I can but that means I won’t be paying too much attention in class, Professor Peña.”

“Eh, doesn’t matter so much. Can just fill you in when I see you next. Call it private tutoring…” He grinned when he heard you laugh on the other side of the line, feeling like a schoolboy crushing hard. Javi was sitting on his couch, laying back and listening to you, trying to ask questions that gave long-winded answers so he could listen to your voice. “D’you have any other hobbies, bebita?”

“Hm, I mean, I guess so. Haven’t had a lot of time to do much these days cause of school. But I’ll sound like a grandma if I tell you about all those so let’s leave it at I like to doodle in your class.”

“No, no, I wanna hear about it all. What else is there besides drawing?”

“Well, um, I like embroidery. Like those pieces of fabric in the ring with designs on them? Those are fun to make when I’m watching TV or a film. Helps me focus, I guess. Actually, a lot of my hobbies are just things that help me focus so maybe I have a bit of an attention problem—”

“Don’t seem to have an issue paying attention to me, cariño.”

“Yeah, but you’re a distraction in and of yourself. I can barely pay attention to anything you’re saying during lecture cause I’m just looking at you, which is why I had to start doodling to have something to help me focus.”

“I see. Alright, so drawing and embroidery, anything else you like to do?”

“I guess anything I can make really. I find new mediums that look fun to do, buy all the supplies, and do it once, and then don’t touch it again.” You laughed again and Javi smiled and shook his head.

“Well, how about you make me something from all those different things? I want some Angel originals, hermosa. Show off how much I like art.”

“Javi, you’ve got no clue about anything to do with art.”

“Yeah, but I would know they’re yours. That would make them the best.”

It was silent for a moment, Javi awaited your answer to his loosely termed commission.

“Alright, deal.”

When he comes back into the lecture hall from his trailing thoughts, the student next to you is speaking, trying and failing to keep her voice at a low enough volume for Javier not to hear her.

“I heard that Professor Peña used to not be the most ethical when he was in the DEA…like slept with prostitutes to get information. Can’t even imagine the shit he must’ve caught there,” she says as if it’s the juiciest information she’s been told, likely wanting someone else besides you to overhear and question it.

You scoff at the girl sitting near you, rolling your eyes before your brow creases slightly in disapproval, “Y’know, you really shouldn’t be making assumptions about people based on campus rumors. And even if he did do that, he clearly did something right cause he stopped all of those criminals, and probably helped the women too. A lot of people talk to be able to get other opportunities.”

Anger flashes in your chest, burning red like heated iron to brand your heart with Javi’s likeness.

No, no feelings. Nothing more than what you have going on with him, no getting any more attached and making it messy.

But how can people just say shit like that? Without any care that the person they’re talking about is in the room, likely overhearing everything?

Javier doesn’t deserve the treatment. He’s so caring, and intelligent, and giving, and—No. No more.

You’re drifting back and forth between frustrations and telling yourself to calm down for the rest of class, and it’s clear on your face to Javier. He overheard everything, especially your quick defense of him. He knows the extra meaning behind your words, or at least hopes that there’s something else there — maybe a bit of his infatuation or school-age crush reciprocated. Eyes stay glancing over at you throughout his lecture and discussion, no comments or questions from you as you hurriedly take notes or scribble out something in the margins of your paper.

Fingers twitch at the sight of your tense shoulders, creased brow, and avoidant eyes. He so badly wants to walk right over, kiss you to release all of the pent-up frustration, and thank you for your defense. What he would give to be able to sit right next to you, huddle together in your own world like in the booth at the bar over the weekend.

He doesn’t get to catch you before you jump up at the end of class that day, quickly leaving after getting dirty looks from your seatmate. Javier is tempted to call the other student down to speak to him, but that feels a step too far, so he quells down the need to protect you and moves on for the day.

It isn’t until the second meeting of the week that he finally gets to see you again, his calls going to voicemail for the two nights following that day. He’s in the hallway, speaking with another professor within the department when you come down the corridor, a sweet autumnal plaid mini dress on with a cardigan over it. He licks his lips at the sight of your thighs covered with translucent black tights that tuck under the ankle of your Dr. Marten boots.

The other man’s voice slowly fades out as Javier focuses on you, attempting and failing to steal his gaze away as you walk past him. Eyes lock with a teasing knowing behind yours, the corners of your lips twitching up as you laugh to yourself that he looks like a dog to a bone.

“Hi, Professor Peña and it’s nice to see you again, Professor Quinn,” you slow down on the other side of the two men, Professor Quinn returning your smile and waving you over for a conversation.

“So lovely to see you again! Lizzy has been asking about you, she misses her favorite babysitter. How have you been? Are you in one of Professor Peña’s classes?” Professor Quinn looks between the two of you, friendly small talk coated with tension that only you and Javier can feel. The secret you share licks flames in your gut, stirring an excitement that you know so much more about him than other students, than his coworkers, than most people. That excitement has anxiety constricting in your chest briefly, afraid of what might happen if you allowed yourself to feel any claim over Javi.

Don’t get so attached. It’s work, a job, and there are other men on your schedule. No one else is like Javi, but canceling on anyone else to spend more time with him is too close to blurring the lines.

Javier looks at you, his heart in his throat as he is the recipient of one of those smiles from you, the one that had him crushing from the first sight of it and the same one he can’t get out of his head when you’re apart. Before Professor Quinn feels the need to repeat his question, Javier clears his throat and nods curtly.

“Yeah, my first graduate-level course. Got to get to the lecture in about five minutes actually.” Javier steps to leave but you hold up a hand.

“Oh, sorry, Professor Peña, but do you mind waiting one moment? I’d like to talk to you about the upcoming assignment on the way to the lecture hall.” Javi has a burning need to say he’ll talk to you after class, to cover any suspicions of his colleague from the prolonged eye contact between the two of you, but he can never deny those eyes of yours — and you seem to know that fact already.

He waits to the side while you quickly finish your conversation with Professor Quinn, who taught you during your undergraduate years and whose daughter you babysat for date nights during the school year and nannied over the summers you stayed in San Antonio.

There’s a flash of jealousy in Javier’s chest, no logic behind it, but he can’t help but feel like he wants to be the only one to know you as a student and outside of class. It’s silly, especially because this relationship is completely innocent, but he can’t stop the feeling from rushing over like a wave.

With a smile, one that he convinces himself isn’t quite like the ones you give him, you say goodbye to your former instructor and turn to Javier. Closing the gap to catch up with him, you start to walk side by side, appropriately inches apart despite the surge of wanting that trails down your left side and his right.

“So what did you want to talk to me about? The upcoming assignment? Is it the midterm research paper?” Javier maintains his professionalism, only glancing at you a few times while his mouth waters at the sight of exposed skin at your collarbone and the scent of your sweet perfume.

“Actually, I kind of just said that…” your voice goes to a lower volume, but still audible to him, “I was hoping that you’d maybe have some appointments left for your office hours? Maybe for a little tutoring session? I have my Spanish midterm coming up soon.”

Javi bites back his smirk, shaking his head to himself at your coded questions. Slowing to a stop in front of the door to the classroom, he turns to you, his boots clicking on the linoleum tiles as he rests a hand on his hip to consider.

“You can have the last one for today,” his voice drops to a low, hushed rasp as you lean in ever so slightly to hear him better, “Y’know, been missin’ you these last few days, bebita. Better have a good excuse.”

He punctuates the statement with a wink and a smirk, a teasing lilt obvious in his voice. A strong hand engulfs the door handle before you can reach for it, opening it and nodding for you to step in ahead of him.

“Ladies first,” he reminds, licking his lips as you look up at him with a quick, whispered reply.

“Think you know I’m not always a lady, Javier.”

He can’t stop watching you the whole class. He knows it’s an issue, that surely it’s obvious at points of the entire hour-and-a-half lecture. He knows that you notice his stare, quick flicks of eye contact, and subtle winks sent his way as the corners of your lips curl up in a smirk.

All he can think about is getting you alone — finally alone again — and teaching you a thing or two, like you requested, of course.

When he glances at you next, you’re staring down at your notebook, oblivious to his attention; the end of your pen is tapping against your bottom lip, your brows knitting together in what looks like confusion while reviewing your written notes. Javier watches as you slip the end of your pen between your lips, licking his own while he sees them pillow against the plastic utensil. The gloss swiped across them shines in the fluorescent lights, and with a flash of the image of your lips around him a couple of weekends ago, his trousers tighten and his mouth dries out.

You look up from your desk to meet his gaze, sharing a knowing smile before he stutters out the next point of his lecture. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head to himself and peels his eyes away from you, keeping them away for the rest of the session to attempt to calm down before he has to walk out in front of all the students with a bulge in his tight trousers.

At the end of class, he announces that he’ll be rescheduling his office hours to this afternoon, to start shortly after he releases everyone for the session. You quickly catch his eyes, the corner of his mouth ticking up with a subtle smirk and a quick wink while the rest of the students pack up their things. Some linger to ask quick questions, but you’re out the door before he can grab your attention again, his eager stance deflating. He wanted you to stay, to talk to you before sitting through all his other office hour appointments before he’s able to see you.

It’s about an hour of talking through fifteen-minute appointments with other students, both graduate and undergraduate, about their upcoming midterm assignments or exams for his courses. He can’t help but roll his eyes each time these students ask for extra credit or make-up notes for the classes that they have missed — most of these kids haven’t bothered to show up since syllabus week. The clock to the left of the door ticks away, and he sweeps up the conversation with the sophomore sitting across his desk once fifteen minutes exactly hit, ushering him out the door and promising another meeting before the midterm, but that he has another appointment to get to.

Taking a breath once the student is heading down the hallway, he combs his eyes around the area outside of his office, his attention being pulled to quick footsteps down the corridor. His eyes take in Dr. Martens, slightly beat up and well-worn, black sheer tights snaking up your legs to the mid-thigh hem of your skirt. Trailing up your dress to the exposed skin at your collarbone, Javi licks his lips.

“Sorry, I’m a little late, Professor Peña. Rushed over here when I realized what time it was sitting in the library,” you apologize, a soft smile on your face holding back the playful glint in your eyes.

“No problem, the last student ran a bit over his appointment time. Please, c’mon in.” Javier gestures for you to walk ahead of him into the open door of his office, watching you glance around the space as he shuts the door behind him. At the click of the handle into place, Javi strides over to you and grabs at your hips, leaning down to catch your lips in a heated and rushed kiss.

His larger frame looms over you, your hands finding his shoulders as your body relaxes into his grip. Javi guides you backward to his desk and around it, pressing you up against the edge of the wood.

“Fuck, bebita, jus’ couldn’t take my eyes off of you the whole fucking day. Look so sweet in your dress. Wanted to rip it off you and take you right there. Let everyone know whose girl you are,” he rasps against your lips, dragging his own along your jaw and working a love bite underneath your ear. A whimper pulls from your throat, leaning your head back for easier access as you squeeze your thighs together.

“Bet you’d like that, huh?” The smirk in his voice is evident, cockiness coating his words as he asks the rhetorical question. “Mi zorrita (My little slut) wants everyone to know who makes her feel so good, doesn’t she?”

“Y-Yes, I want everyone to know that it’s you…” you sigh out when Javier’s lips suck at your collarbone, hunched over you while his bulge presses into your thigh.

“You’d do that if I asked, like a good girl. But you’re all mine, bebita. Don’t want anyone else having you like I do.”

Guilt burns in your chest when he says that; you know he isn’t seeing anyone else, he’s said as much. You’ve dodged the question, avoiding the confrontation of telling him he’s one of a few because then you’d have to explain how he isn’t one of the few — how something with him is different, deeper, makes you long for him when he’s away.

And confessing all of that makes your stomach turn.

Instead of responding with words, your hand curls into his hair, the other resting against his chest and pulling him back up to your face. Kissing him hurriedly, you take the moment of distraction to push him back and down into his desk chair. You fold over him, keeping your lips attached to his and sighing when you feel a rumble of a moan from him when your hand at his chest drops down to palm him through his pants.

“Y’know, you asked for a Spanish lesson, bebita. D’you still want to learn something?” Javier asks, his head pulled back to rest against the seat back. You give him a ‘yes’, kneeling in front of his seat and scraping your nails against his strong thighs.

“Eres mío? Eres mi buena chica? Qué vas a hacer por mí? (Are you mine? Are you my good girl? What are you gonna do for me?)” Javier brushes his fingers against your cheek as he looks down at you. You take a beat to translate his questions in your head, a smirk growing on your face while you unbuckle his belt and undo his button and zipper on his trousers.

“Te voy a hacer sentir bien. (I’m going to make you feel good).” Javier grins down at you when you answer, sighing in relief when you pull his dick out from his boxers. His hand is still at your face, eyes darkening when you look at him.

“Una chica tan lista. My smart girl,” he exhales the last syllable when you swipe your tongue up the underside of his cock, his fingers running against your hair and moving to the back of your head. “Ahora chupa, mi zorrita. (Now suck, my little slut.) Show me what you can do.”

Following his instructions, you take Javi into your mouth, teasing the head of his cock with your tongue. Your hand wraps around the base of him, slowly stroking as you feed more of him into your mouth, all the way until he hits the back of your throat.

Exhaling out of your nose, you take a moment before starting to bob your head in time with your hand. The sounds coming from Javi sitting over you are delicious, the actions and the noises making your saliva drip from the corners of your lips and down his shaft, squelching with the motions of your hand. The hand of his at the back of your head starts to guide you, pushing you down an inch further to press the tip of him into your throat.

“Fuck, bebita, taking my cock so fucking well. Such a good girl for me, my dirty girl.” You hum in acknowledgment and squeeze your thighs together, readying yourself to deepthroat him when there’s a sharp knock on his office door. Javi’s hand holds your head still, looking down at you and whispering expletives as he glances around the room. The knob starts to turn when he calls out, “One sec!”

You pull off of him and open your mouth to whisper, but Javi shakes his head and holds his index finger up to his lips.

“Quiet, baby. There’s nowhere else for you to go, jus’ get under the desk and I’ll get rid of whoever it is quick, okay?”

You nod and crawl into the alcove of his desk, sitting on your knees with your back to the panel that hides you from the rest of the room. Javier wheels his desk chair closer to the desk, his legs on either side of you trapping you in. Eye-level with his still aching cock, your mouth waters, and breath hitches when the door finally opens and a voice comes booming in.

“Javier! Agent Peña! Big Man on Campus! How the heck are ya?” Dean Banks greets Javi with a laugh, striding into his office confidently. He rolls his eyes at the Dean, clearing his throat and scooting one leg closer to you under the desk.

“Dean Banks, nice to see you. I’m fine, how are you?” The polite conversation sparks an idea in your head to distract Javier, licking your lip and leaning in closer. You blow a warm breath over his cock, watching it twitch with the sensation and making Javier’s leg jolt.

“I’m doing great — we’ve gotten some glowing midterm reviews for your courses so I thought I would stop by to give you the good news! And to check in and see how you’re doing with the first full semester you’ve had here so far.” Dean Banks wanders around his office, staying in front of the desk as he pokes at all the books on the shelves lining the walls. “Haven’t gotten mixed up into, uh, those extraneous circumstances we discussed have you?”

Javier opens his mouth to answer at the same time you take him back between your lips, plunging your head down to take half of him in one quick go. The words catch in his throat and he quickly clears it to cover up the noise.

“No, absolutely not, sir. Been focused on, uh, teaching and setting all of my students up for—success. I was just finishing up with my office hours before you walked in.” Javier’s hand searches for you under the desk to pull you away, but you grip both of his hands in your position of power, holding them down as you continue to suck his dick hidden away from view.

“Hm, didn’t see any students walking out in the hallway or out of your office. Must have missed them.” Dean Banks turns his back to Javier and he glances down at his lap to look at you with a glare, mouthing ‘Knock it off’.

In an act of defiance, you take full advantage of the dynamic to make eye contact with him before taking his cock in its entirety down your throat. You gag around it and Javier coughs and groans out of a sudden reaction. The Dean turns around quickly, a puzzled look on his face.

“Y’alright there, Peña?”

Javier nods quickly, wiping the subtle sweat built up by nerves on his forehead and takes a deep breath while you continually take him deep in your throat and move your head up and down his length.

“Yeah, yeah. Just got a, uh, a….headache.”

The Dean nods and claps his hands together, walking toward the door, “Well I won’t keep you for any longer then, better get home and get some rest. Glad to hear there are no issues with your new course. Chat soon, Big Man.”

Javier rolls his eyes again at the Dean’s back when he exits and pulls the door closed behind him. It’s another beat before the coast is clear enough and Javier wheels his chair back, you walking on your knees to keep him in your mouth. His chest is breathing deep, looking up at him through your lashes. Unimpressed anger is painted across his face, a stern shake of his head before his voice comes out low and intimidating, making your thighs squeeze together to feel your panties cling to your wetness.

“Thought that was funny, bebita? Doing that while we had company? Pequeña mocosa. (Little brat.)” Javier ticks his tongue in his mouth and pulls you off of his cock, strings of spit connecting you to his still-aching cock. “Y’know, I should just bend you right over this desk and fuck you full of me, so you have to walk around all day with me dripping out of you. How’s that sound for payback, huh?”

Your mind is reeling with the thought of him fucking you against his desk, a whimper sounding in your throat and your thighs rubbing together for any bit of relief. A hand of yours moves to go between your legs, desperate to touch yourself, but Javier quickly grabs it, hooking your other hand with his larger one and bringing them both above your head.

“Oh, but mi zorrita would like that though, wouldn’t she? Not much of a punishment. Guess I’ll just have to fuck your mouth and come down your throat then.”

He stands from his chair and kicks it away behind him, tugging you closer and to sit taller by your hands above your head. The unoccupied hand grips his cock at the base, positioning himself in front of your face, tapping the head of his cock against your plush bottom lip.

“Open, angel. If you’re gonna be a brat, una mocosa, m’gonna fuck you like one.”

No more protests are had from you, opening your mouth as wide as possible and humming around Javi when he slips into your mouth. He sighs, tilting his head back toward the ceiling with a quiet moan. After a second of being still, halfway filling your mouth, he looks down at you again and starts to thrust his hips — slowly and shallow at first before his patience snaps and he moves quicker and deeper.

His cock hits the back of your throat each time, a bruising pace making your core throb with a burning desire, imagining the same feeling but inside of your pussy. You moan around him, choking when he gets the deepest you’ve had him ever, gagging harshly and swallowing around him to attempt to recover.

Javier is blinded with pleasure, soft begs of your name repeatedly falling from his lips before he gives you another hard fuck to your throat, one last gag before he’s pulling back and spilling ropes of his come onto your tongue. He pulls out, the last few painted across your lips as he looks down at you, breathless while his chest heaves and drops your hands from his grip.

“Fuck, bebita, such a little fucking slut taking me like that.”

In the midst of your own recovery, you stick your tongue out to show him before swallowing his spend, coughing quietly. Javier quickly grabs a few tissues and sits in his desk chair, gingerly wiping off the evidence of his punishment from your face. It’s silent between you two while you watch him focus on the task, reaching a hand up to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“M’sorry if I was too rough, angel. Caught a bit too caught up there…” he avoids your eyes, tossing aside the Kleenex and tucking himself back into his trousers.

“I liked it,” you confess, standing up from your knees and straddling his lap in his chair as you sit down. “Liked it a lot, actually. I wanna be that for you, like an escape. Turn your brain off, 'cause we both know you overthink everything.”

You run your fingers through his hair and he chuckles, nodding before he kisses you sweetly.

“Thank you, bebita. Such a good girl for me. So sweet,” he muses, giving you another kiss, “Now how about we actually learn some Spanish for your exam?”

The next week is spent either on the phone with Javi in the evenings, when you’ve returned home from any other dates scheduled, or out with him, finding hole-in-the-wall bars and restaurants to avoid any eyes from around campus. Each time you see his name on your caller ID, or see his truck pull up outside of your apartment complex to pick you up, your heart starts with a quickened pulse, dopamine firing in your brain and giving you that stuck in lov—

No feelings. You remind yourself each time you get that serotonin increase, simply excusing it as you enjoy your time with him and the pleasure he eagerly gives you whenever you give to him.

It’s hard not to allow yourself to feel around him; Javi makes it so easy to indulge. Little moments like him calling the mechanic and getting the cost of your repairs brought down, driving you over to pick it up and paying for it himself to make sure they didn’t haggle anymore; ordering your favorite drink if he arrived at a bar or restaurant before you, or getting you something new that he thought you would enjoy; a hand on your back or waist or encompassing your own, guiding you without overpowering. Small gifts given; new books purchased when you’ve browsed bookstores he’s found for you, new favorite dresses or lingerie filling your closet that Javier claimed were as much gifts for himself as they were for you.

His care was ever present, not overwhelming until it came to the point that you thought about him and how much he was there, integrated into your life and habits and moments of joy.

Absolutely terrifying. But you couldn’t stop.

And he was feeling like he couldn’t stop either.

He didn’t know if he was overdoing it all with you, new to this sort of arrangement and its usual boundaries, but he hoped that the fact that you kept laughing and smiling, initiating kisses or more with him, that you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

There were tiny snapshots where he caught himself thinking about, feeling more for you. When you sneak into his office on the days you have other classes, steal minutes with him before you have to go across campus or he has to go teach or to a department meeting. To-go cups of black coffee on your handful of morning dates at the weekend, a reminder that you made observations about him just as he was you. When you stood up for him, defended him when the other student was spreading rumors. Sure, they were true, and he’d told you as much, but to hear your subtle protectiveness was warming his long cold heart. 

He hadn’t felt like this before, and he never thought he would have the chance. Colombia had jaded him, hardened him to stone, but you were slowly chiseling away to reveal his moldable core, reshaping him into a person he knew before and at the same time, a person who was only becoming familiar these days.

Could this be love? If he didn’t know how you felt or where you stood? He never thought he was in love before, and this confirms those thoughts. Never has he felt like this, never has he been so clumsy and boyish in his relationship at times.

It’s a Thursday evening, and his classes for tomorrow are scheduled to have a break to give them more time to study for midterms. Fiddling with his phone in his hands, he wonders what you might be up to, going back and forth over whether or not to call.

Before he can think anymore, he’s finding your contact, brought straight to the top of the list when he changed the name to ‘Bebita’, and hits the green phone button.

The line rings a few times, cutting out with an answer and a rustle over the microphone before he hears your voice.

“Hi, Javi.” He can hear you sigh, sensing an edge of stress or impatience in your tone.

“Hey, bebita. You busy tonight? I wanna see you.”

“Oh, Javi, I don’t know if I can make tonight work. I’m using this weekend to study for all my midterms and to finish writing all my essays due next week and…I don’t really have time, m’really sorry,” you sound timid, exhausted and it makes him on edge, his brain immediately centering on how he can make you feel better.

“Do you need help with anything, cariño? Can I do anything?” He sits up on the couch, standing in the next moment to pace near his boots and his keys laid out on the counter, ready to pounce when you say the word.

“Oh, gosh, I don’t know…I feel like I can’t even think about making my dinner right now. I’m sorry.”

The coating of your voice and the sniffle through the phone are unmistakable; you’re on the verge of tears attempting to think of what he can do, the avalanche of stress you’re feeling. A crack sharpens across his heart, hands craving to hold you close and to fix it all for you.

“Oh, bebita, dulzura, you don’t have to apologize to me. I wanna spend time with you, help you. Don’t need to be going out or doing anything else than just sittin’ with you,” he nests his phone between his shoulder and ear while he slips his boots on, “Do you mind if I come by? If it stresses you out, you can tell me to leave but if I’m there maybe I can find something to help with.”

It’s quiet on the line while you consider, another sniffle nearly sending him out the door without your actual answer.

“Okay, yeah. You can come over. But I look like a mess and my apartment looks like a tornado went through it and I might cry in front of you.”

Javier chuckles and shakes his head while he grabs his phone with his hand to keep it against his ear. His free hand grabs for his keys, plucking his jacket off the coat rack and already walking out the door.

“Don’t worry about any of that, bebita. M’here to help you, I wanna take care of you,” he hears a hum of acknowledgment from you, “I’ll be there in like half an hour, alright? Gotta make a couple stops while I’m out and then I’ll be there for you, okay?”

“Okay…” you say quietly, “Thank you, Javi.”

“I’ll see you in a bit, angel.”

Exactly thirty minutes later, a knock raps on your front door, strong and short. Glancing up at the entrance, you see the lock turned and call out loud enough to be heard in the hallway.

“It’s open!”

The door unlatches and swings open, the rustle of bags hitting your ears before the sight of Javi hits your eyes. He juggles the thin plastic handles of the grocery haul in his hands, shaking his head as he pushes the door closed behind him with his boot-clad foot.

“Don’t like that you're keeping your door unlocked, bebita. S’not safe, what if I wasn’t me?” The strict, skeptical agent shows through — paranoia in his eyes while he sets down the bags on your counter, walking back over to lock the door and shrug off his black leather jacket. Underneath his outerwear, the black short-sleeve button-up clings to his torso and stretches at his shoulders. It’s tucked into his usual jeans with his belt on display, and one look exchanged with him reminds him to kick off his shoes — baby blue socks with small figures of different types of dogs patterning the surfaces of them.

“Hello to you, Javier,” you chuckle and turn back to your books, continuing to read over the chapter summary you were engrossed with before his entrance.

His sock-covered feet pad softly over to you at your dining table, taking in the sight of you before he stands behind you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“Hi, bebita.” He smiles when you lay your head back to look up at him behind you, grinning and giggling when he leans over again to kiss you. “Missed you.”

“I’m just giving you shit.” A laugh leaves your mouth in quiet breaths when he rolls his eyes, steps back to your kitchen counter and starts to unpack everything. You pull yourself away from the table to follow him over, shaking your head at all of the snacks, drinks, and extra pens and notecards spilling out of the bags. “Gosh, Javi. How much stuff did you get?”

He glanced at you sheepishly, shrugging, “Didn’t know what you might want, so kind of got everything I thought you’d like.”

One hand lands on his bicep closest to you, turning his attention to you for you to lean up and kiss him sweetly. You can feel your heart in your throat at the expanse of his thoughtfulness, truly wanting to come over to help without any other expectations.

“I like your socks, by the way.” Another kiss is stolen before you’re back to the table, plopping down and attempting to fall back into studying. A long sigh leaves your lips and Javi frowns when he looks over at you, hyper-focused on all the text laid out in front of you. He putters around your kitchen, poking through to find plates and silverware to keep from asking you; dishing up the takeout he got after putting away the snacks and drinks, he walks back over and sets a plate down in front of you.

“Pause for a few minutes, angel, you gotta eat. And I got your favorite from that Thai restaurant we went to last week.” Javi takes the seat at the corner next to you, pulling away your books to clear a spot for you to eat. The look on your face is painful when you pick up the fork as if any more energy expended for a task other than studying is too much to handle.

“Thank you, Javi. Really. I think it would have been one of those eating shredded cheese from the bag or potato chips over the sink kind of nights if you didn’t come.”

“No need to apologize, bebita. M’always here for you,” he speaks tenderly with a smile, the two of you making light conversation while you eat. Before he clears the plates back to the kitchen, he takes your hand lying on the surface and toys with your fingers. “You can tell me to fuck off and I won’t be offended, but I’ll stick around for a few minutes in case you need me, okay?”

Immediately you shake your head and grip his hand in yours, “No, please stay. D’you mind helping me study? Like quizzing me or something? I want….I want you to stay here. Please.”

Javier holds back a wide smile, giddiness kicking up inside him. He clears his throat and nods, squeezing your hand. He stands up and bends forward to kiss your forehead, “Course I’ll help you study, angel. Let me clean up all this and then we’ll get started, yeah?”

It’s for the next couple of hours that Javier studies with you, asking you sample exam questions from the textbook and quizzing you with the notecards that you’ve made. He keeps you supplied with snacks and hydrated with water, intermittently joking with you to keep you relaxed.

It’s about eleven o’clock at night, Javi’s been here for four hours, and the rest of the weekend is ahead of you both. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, newly made notecards in his hands while you pace the kitchen in front of him. A hand runs through your hair, tugging and sighing when you can’t remember.

“God, I don’t—I don’t know…” You continue your pacing and shake your head, feeling your heart rate increase and your throat start to constrict with anxiety. The hand in your hair moves to press against your chest. “I really don’t know, shit, can you—can you tell me please?”

“Lombroso’s concept of a born criminal is atavism.”

The next few cards you also forget or get wrong and after the last incorrect answer, you stop in the tracks of your pacing. Angry tears of frustration burn at your eyes, words caught in your throat, and breaths come out short and harsh. Javier looks up at you when your movement stops, brows knitting together with concern when he sees the tears in your eyes and hears the clipped inhales and exhales.

“Bebita, c’mere.” Javi pats his lap and you shuffle over, straddling his legs and sitting in his lap to face him. “Let’s call it for tonight. We have all weekend to get you feeling confident for the exam, but trying to push yourself anymore tonight is only going to make you feel worse.”

“But—"

Javier shakes his head and brings his hands up to cradle your face, thumbs swiping away the few tears that have fallen.

“No, no ‘buts’. There’s no need to be getting upset about it. You’re exhausted and overworked, you’ve been doing this all day. And you know all of this, I know you do, angel. You’re too tired to concentrate and you need to rest.”

“God, I wish I could turn my brain off. This is all I’m gonna be thinkin’ about.”

“I can help with that, bebita.” Javier’s hands run up and down your thighs, snaking around to palm your ass with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, yeah? And how would you do that?” You play dumb, feigning innocence to his suggestion. Brow cocked up, mouth pursued in curiosity.

“Hm, think we both know what I would do, but m’happy to tell you.” His hands roam again, trailing up your sides to cup under your breasts through your flimsy t-shirt. Your nipples pebble underneath the material when his thumbs brush over them, a satisfied smirk on his face at the sight. “I’ll take you into your bedroom. Kiss you, play with you until you’re dripping for me. And then I’m gonna use my mouth on you, jus’ like the first time, and make you come for me over and over until I think you’re ready. And when you’re begging for me, I’ll give you exactly what you want, bebita. My sweet zorrita is gonna get exactly what she needs — a good fucking.”

Your hips start to grind into his lap, nodding slowly as you listen to him and whining quietly as your eyes close. His hands stall your motions, bringing your attention to him as he admires you from below.

“Let’s go, baby. Think you need it now,” he rasps out, helping you up from his lap and following close behind you. His hands stay at your hips while you walk ahead of him at a delayed pace, his lips kissing and teeth biting at your neck. Trailing down the hallway, he slowly undresses you, leaving each article of clothing on the floor in your wake. Once the two of you reach your bedroom, he turns you toward him and kisses you hurriedly, moaning against your lips when he feels your hand palm him over his jeans.

Javier pulls himself back from you, shaking his head as he steps you backward to hit the edge of your bed, pushing you to sit and nodding to the center of the mattress. You scoot back a bit until he stops you in place, getting onto his knees at the side of the bed and hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He unbuttons a few of the top buttons on his shirt, loosening the material around his shoulders, and licks his lips as he takes in the sight of your glistening cunt.

“God, bebita, you’re always so ready for me. Whenever I want you. Do I get you that worked up being around you, hm?” His tone is cocky as he speaks, dragging two fingers through your folds and collecting some of your wetness. He slips those fingers in his mouth, working his tongue around them and moaning at the taste of you. The fingers pull out of his mouth with an audible pop, and you get onto your elbows to look at him in the eyes as he pushes those same fingers into your entrance.

“Fuck, Javi…” you moan, rolling your head back as he fucks you with his fingers, shallow and slow at first. He’s mesmerized by the view of you taking it easily, sweet little sounds hitting his ears in a satisfying way. “M-More, please. Pretty please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely, angel.” He chuckles and adds another digit, picking up his speed and getting as deep into you as he can. His other hand uses its thumb to run quick circles on your dripping clit, moaning to himself when your noises get louder and higher pitched. “You close already, bebita?”

“Yesyesyes, fuck, m’gonna come—“ You clench around his fingers, gripping the duvet under your hands.

“Ask, baby. Gotta mind your manners, mi zorrita.”

“Ple—please may I come, Javi? M’so close, oh my god,” you tack a whine at the end, lifting your hips and huffing out a breath when he pushes them back down.

“Go ahead, bebita. Come for me—" You moan his name loudly and squeeze your eyes shut, your walls gripping around his fingers tightly. “Oh, yes, fuck. That’s it, angel, that’s it.”

He works you through your orgasm, your breaths evening out after a minute. Once you’ve come down, you realize he’s inching closer between your legs, lips dragging along your inner thighs. Before you can get a word out, his mouth is on you, sucking your clit harshly. Your whine raises in pitch, hands tangling in his hair to push him away.

When he lifts his head, his dark eyes find yours as he licks his lips.

“Gonna let me taste this sweet little cunt, angelita? Make good on all my promises,” he challenges you and you breathe out a ‘yes’, all the permission he needs to put his head between your thighs.

At his first full taste, a switch flips and he devours you like a starving man — sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue. You’re writhing under him, one strong hand splayed against your lower tummy to keep you down.

“Javi, oh fuck, feels so fucking good—oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this. Has anyone ever told you that?” You ramble the closer you get and Javi smirks against you, the words egging him on to give you more.

He pulls two conservative orgasms from you with his mouth, sucking your clit and licking into your walls with his tongue. Your brain is slowly shutting off, study materials are completely forgotten, and limbs light as air as you lay back on the bed.

Javier stands from the floor, a soft groan and clicking of his knees drawing your attention to him. He strips down from his own clothes, standing in his underwear and nodding to you on the bed.

“Scoot up, baby — that’s it, good girl.” He smirks when you move languidly, reaching out for him when he climbs onto the bed on his knees. Your arms fall to rest stretched above your head, putting you completely on display for him.

“How d’you want me, Javi?” you purr and it nearly sends him reeling, but he shakes his head and smirks down at you.

“Jus’ like this, babygirl. Wanna be able to see you, watch your pretty face as I take care of you.” Javier reaches his hand toward you, instructing you to lick. He takes the same hand and wraps it around his cock, stroking himself as he spreads your legs with his other hand. Settling between them, he drags the head of his cock through your folds, nudging your overly sensitive clit and chuckling darkly when your thighs twitch.

“Javi, please—" He shuts you up with further teasing, slipping himself inside, just the tip. He hisses from behind his bared teeth, rolling his head back to recover before he gives a few pumps of his hips and pulls out of you completely. The next move he teases your clit again, sliding his cock down to prod at the entrance of your tightest hole before moving back up to your cunt slipping just the tip inside of you again.

Under him, you're twitching and writhing with whines and whimpers, gripping the sheets.

“Javi, please, need you.” You choke out, a soft sob of a moan when he keeps fucking you with only his tip, refusing to give you any more inches. The next word leaves on an exhale before you can think about it, “Daddy…”

“What was that, bebita? Didn’t quite hear you.”

“Daddy, fuck me, please.”

Javier stills for a moment, processing exactly what you said while you’re silent, anxiety heightening with each tick of the clock and his lack of response. His hips are still shallowly fucking you, involuntary whimpers escaping your mouth.

“Daddy, huh? You wanna call me that? Got you so cockdumb before I’ve even given it to you.” His eyes are nearly pitched-black, desire evident in his roaming, worshiping hands.

“Yes, yes please, daddy. I need you, please.” The words catch in your throat and you arch your back for him, tits slightly jiggling with the motion.

“You wanted to work on your Spanish, huh? No daddy, bebita. Llámame Papí (Call me Papí). Say it, bebita. Say it for me, buena chica.” His acceptance of your knee-jerk word spill has your mind melting, clenching your walls around the tip of his cock that’s buried inside of you. “Say it.”

“Papí…” you exhale, the noise choking in your throat when he thrusts hard to fill you up to the hilt. A sobbing moan leaves your mouth when he pulls nearly out of you, only to start a punishing pace fucking you hard and deep.

“That’s right, bebita. M’taking care of you, right? Just like a papí should. You call me that as much as you want, angel. Like hearing it come from you.”

Javier grunts at the strain of how hard he’s fucking you, the sounds of your whines and his groans mixing into a melody with the slaps of skin together. It’s filthy if anyone was looking in, but the thought of that makes him fuck you harder, relishing in the sound of your wetness squelching around his cock.

“God, mi bebita, you are taking my cock so well. You like it? Am I filling you up?”

“Yes—oh my god, taking care of me…”

“That’s right, bebita, M’gonna take care of you. You wanna come on my cock, angel?”

“Yes please, daddy…”

Javi’s hips stutter at you saying it, starting again harder and faster, “Not daddy, bebita. You wanna call me that, you call me Papí, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

“P-Papí, oh my fuck, feels so good. So full, Papí.” You’re rambling under him, incomplete and incoherent thoughts, “Oh, fuck— Just there— Papí, papí, papí, ohmygod right there!”

The name is dripping with sweetness from your lips, snapping something into his brain. He’s desperate to provide for you, to take care of you in any way you need. Right now, that is fucking you dumb enough to forget about your stress. Tomorrow, it’ll be getting you coffee in the morning and helping you reevaluate your study materials.

Underneath him, you’re feeling something of the same, enamored with the man above you. The same one who drove around town to pick up things he thought you would like, feeding you, helping you study. The one who smiles at you in the halls, and calls you his babygirl behind doors. Now, he’s fucking you into oblivion and melting your brain to mush to give you what you need. He grips your legs and presses them to fold at your sides, the adjusted position bringing him deeper than before. The head of him hits that special spot inside of you, over and over until it’s driving you to the edge fast.

“Oh, fuck! Papí! Please—Please, please, please. Gonna come, please may I come, Papí?” Your brain turns on its entire leftover power to ask politely, knowing your manners would still have to be minded with your cockdumb mind.

“Such a good girl, so polite. Come for me, bebita. Let me feel your tight pussy grip my cock.” Javier groans when you let go as soon as you get his permission, relishing in the look on your face with a perfect ‘O’ mouth and walls sucking him in further as his thrusts slow down. The tightness of you brings him to his own peak, feeling precum dribbling out inside of you as he gets as close to the edge as possible.

“Oh fuck, fuck, angel. Gonna fucking come, where d’you want me?” His brow knits together with a look of pain, and you breathlessly answer.

“Outside, please, Papí. Anywhere else you want.”

He nods and pulls out of you, using his fist to fuck himself, painting his come across your torso in long ropes. Javier moans your name over and over under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as his chest heaves with relief.

It’s quiet, nothing spoken while you both crash down. In a moment of clarity in his post-orgasm haze, he stretches over to your nightstand to grab a few tissues, wiping you clean of his spend. He tosses it in your desk trash bin, searching around the floor for his clothes. When he picks up his boxers, you make a small noise of protest and grab his attention.

“Don’t—Um, would you—" You can’t get the words out, shyness clawing at your throat. Javier fills in the blanks, smiling softly at you as he drops his boxers and climbs back onto your bed over your lying form.

“D’you want me to stay, bebita?”

You nod and smile sheepishly, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinning wider when he leans down to kiss you chastely.

“Can you ask me, angel?”

“Will you have a sleepover with me…Papí?” you giggle as you tack on the name at the end, Javier smirking and nodding his head.

“Of course I’ll stay. And if you keep pulling that out all the time, there’s going to be a lot of fucking in random places. Jus’ does something for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. Think you know that, bebita. Mi bebita.” 

“Well, that does the same thing for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. I like being your bebita.”

“Siempre, Bebita. Always gonna be it.” Javier punctuates the conversation with another kiss, laying down completely next to you and wrapping you up in his arms. His fingers play with your hair, laying your head on his chest as you close your eyes.

A thought pops into your head, picking up your head to look Javi in the eyes.

“Are you gonna be going to the department event next week?”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now, angel?”

“Yes, now please answer.” You poke his chest, giggling when he pinches your side playfully.

“I will be there, yes, Bebita. I’m assuming you’re going too?” He asks as he closes his eyes, exhaustion overcoming him slowly.

You smile and bite your lip, tracing shapes against his skin, “Well, would you wanna pick out my dress for it?”

That grabs his attention, his eyes shooting open with a grin growing across his face.

“Gonna let me choose what I get to see you in, Bebita? Don’t know if you want that, 'cause I could have you walking around in nothing.”

You snort out a laugh, shaking your head before laying on his chest again and closing your eyes to sleep.

“We both know you wouldn’t do that. Would you really want all those people looking at me? Thought I was all yours, don’t you wanna keep me to yourself?”

“Damn, you’re right. Guess I’ll have to pick out a pretty dress and then I can take you home and have you walk around in nothing for me.” He smiles and kisses the top of your head, sighing out a tired exhale. “Now, sleep time, Bebita. You dream of the pretty dresses I’ll get for you, no exams, and I’ll be dreamin’ about you in nothing.”

A laugh escapes your lips, nodding in agreement, “Goodnight, Javi.”

“Night, Bebita.” There’s more he wants to say, burning in his chest, but he knows it’s too soon — too much right now and it would scare you off. Instead, he holds you closer and kisses your head again, drifting off contently with you in his arms to take care of.

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Bakery Love

Genshin impact, modern baker au, reader´s family owns(and works at) a bakery + reader works there, gn!reader

characters: Tighnari, Albedo, Kazuha, Cyno, Nilou, Xiao x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, baking(duh), romantic relationship (+ planoinic in some but not with the main), kissing, , tell me if i missed anything

Note: I'm sorry if there´s any mistakes, english is not my first language and this is not prof-read yeah enjoy ;) and it feels so weird to write for Nilou when the rest is men, i didn´t think abt that. luv you all, mwah ;)

Tighnari

i feel like he would be there to get a birthday cake for Collei, (im sorry it just sounds too cute) and you were at the front desk in your apron talking to a customer, when he walked in and ordered. you looked at him, asked what he would like and wrote a note down so you could remember - he ordered a "healthy" cake with green frosting on one side and red on the other with Cuilein anbars on the green side and baron bunnies on the red side. and then he also leaves his number woth the order bc he thinks your cute so you start to become friends. anyway, thats how you met onto when you start dating

you would come over to his house after your shift, or when you both have time, and bring him some baked goods for him and Collei/i feel like they would live together in a modern au, like Tighnari would still be her caretaker, just like in the game/. you and Tighnari would definitely bake together, and you would teach him how to bake certain pastries and stuff, and Collei/+Cyno maybe/could join if they wanted to (it would be so cute wtf). i also think he would be like a florist or smt, like he owns a flower shop, so he would bring you flowers or just plants in general. so the bakery would have a lot of plants that he´s given you. and your family (lovingly) hates him because where tf are they gonna put all these fricking flowers and stuff he gets you every week. tho their happy for you and they also got free decor for the bakery so they don´t really complain.

to him you´re like a rose, beautiful, even if sometimes you sting, he adores you just as much

Albedo

he was just there to study at first, maybe get some coffee and a piece of cake, when he saw you behind the counter he kinda.. uhm.. fell in love at first sight, yeah... anyway now/because of your beauty/he is there studying more often or when you´re there to be exact. your sibling or parent called it out but you denied it and didn´t think much of it. and then he finally asked for your number

when you finally start dating, he would still study at your bakery but it´ll be a little more often. and not only on your shifts but on other family members too, mainly bc he wants to get to know them better. he also brings his little sister, Klee, with him more often so she can meet you and your family + see the bakery. he also would make some artificial things for you, like flowers and stuff, you could either put in your room or around the bakery. yk the flower he makes in his idol or whatever its called, so like one of those or just anything you want really. he could also paint there, but he´ll just start painting you and he doesn´t want other people to think he´s stalking you.

to him you´re like a painting, pretty in many ways, and perfect in his eyes

Kazuha

he would visit the bakery once in a while, finding it relaxing to be there and finding great inspiration for his poems and stories. and something he has noticed is the beautiful person that is sometimes behind the corner/you hehe/and starts to slowly become his muse. he couldn´t help it its like keeping a secret from someone, but sharing it with the world at the same time. he finds himself going to the same place over and over again, only wanting to see your face one more time. (wtf happened to me) while he was unknowingly falling in love with this new muse, you were falling for him. (ok i need to fricking stop, omg)

when you two finally started dating, he still kept you as his muse, but this time you were both aware and laughed a little together because of it. anyway he would be there even more to just sit and write about something, then later in the day/or week if you both were busy/he would read them out to you. and at some point you would start giving him notebooks every few months just so he could write his poetry on something other than the tissues from the bakery(omg that would be so cute and hilarious at the same time). in return he would gift you your favorite flowers and try and learn to bake, even tho its not perfect he tries and you love it. sometimes you´ll bake something with him and teach him properly how to do something/or do it the way your family does it/and then after you eat it together.

to him you're a miracle, your his love, his life, and his muse, he doesn´t know what to do without you now

Cyno

he´s a policeman (the hot kind) and there was an incident with your neighbor bc their store got robbed/in my mind it's a jewelry store but let your mind go wherever/so you got a few questions since you were on your shift at the time they came in. but you then after went into the back/your home to get your parents. and then after he started showing up more both because of the situation but also because he generally liked your pastries and cakes. even after the case ended he still came over on a lot of all of his breaks, maybe it was sometimes to see you but you ofc didn´t need to know that ;)

so when you guys started dating, he would ofc still come over but also look out for you, your family, and the bakery. also in his free time/even tho its not often/he would "help" you with baking. aka your teaching him how to bake bc he can´t for the life of him, but he brags to his friends abt it "cough". anyway, he would love to try some new recipes you find online or in your family cookbook, and help as much as he can. if you made him some pastries for him to take with him to work, he would fall even more `head over heels` in love with you, seriously do it. he would definitely stop anybody that tries to steal anything from the bakery, and get them arrested immediately.

to him your love is like a drug, addicting, but even if he knows it he will still love you for eternity

Nilou

yk the cake she eats in game, that would definitely be the reason you two met. like it would be in the bakery´s window or smt and she would order that with a smile, while you where on your shift ofc. and she would get all exited and stuff. + she thinks the way you and your family make it is much better, so she´s basically a reguler bc she orders at your bakery so often. and then she starts to fall in love with one of the bakers there (you), and so she tries to find out when your shift is and stuff. (my brain couldn´t stop sry, that was a lot)

anyways, when you start dating she would definitely want to try and learn the recipe and bake it with you, but ofc she needs practice so she´ll eat your portion at the start, but you can´t complain you´ve literally done this your whole life ofc you´re better. she´d also want to meet your family early on bc you told her about some baking days when you test new recipes and stuff, so she´d be the taste tester and give tips if she could. aand you would give her discounts for some kisses. she would also dance in the bakery, with you and your family´s content ofc, so she could attract customers with her beautiful dancing.

to her you´re like cake, has many flavors, not all perfect but to her you are too perfect to enjoy only once

Xiao

i see him getting dragged there by some friends/yk aether, venti, kazuha, heizou and then scara is getting dragged there too. so basically 6rezze(sry if thats wrong) or 5wirl, but they aren´t famous/and they drag him to your bakery. bc they wanted to try the cakes and stuff. and your the one behind the counter(idk if thats a good thing or not, but ig it was?). and so you had to deal with some boys yelling at each other while one of them was completely silent/xiao/he just ordered and explained what the rest/but not for heizou, kazuha cuz i feel like they would already have ordered/you just got the pastries and cakes they ordered, and they then sat down seeming to calm down.

after you started dating he wouldn´t come to the bakery often, but he´ll definitely come over like once a week/before was like once or twice a month/and he won´t order much but is just there to support you. otherwise, if he comes to the bakery he´ll just go straight to the back to see you/they know who he is ofc, but for first-time workers that might be weird/and he would be a little sad if you were too busy to give him attention. if you give him some non-sweet cake or pastries he´ll love you even more(i swear thats impossible). he´ll also feed you, and let you feed him in return. if you want him to learn how to bake he´ll do it, but only if you teach him ofc. so there you are in your kitchen with xiao, trying to teach him to bake the non-sweet cake he likes.

you´re like the cakes you make, sweet, although he doesn´t normally like sweet things, he loves you more than anything else

Author: the sweet things at the end of each one, omg how tf did i come with those aaaaahhhh i´m freaking out right now. also if you want me to do more of these pls tell me + the characters you want in it.

thank you for reading, luv ya-Masterlist

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[aaron-m-geist-ff]

NOT EVEN GONNA LIE ZODIAC ASKS ARE SUCH A COOL IDEA!!! 😭 AFTER STALKING YOUR PROF- AHEM SORRY- READING YOUR WORK- couldn't resist the irresistible energy to toss my hat into the ring *wink wonk*. A-KNEE-WAYZ we're twinning- I'm a gemini tooo 🤭🔫 and honestly I would love something fluffy (tho I wouldn't say no to some smut either teeheee) life's been stressful lately :(( I'm pretty new to the fandom so I'm rather curious to see what you'll give me 👀...OH and I use she/they pronouns :))

PS: May I ask you what your favorite flower is?

PPS: Your writing is phenomenal, imma go stalk your ao3 later

Signed,

Your newest supporter.

Omg your ask made me smile so much because of how absolutely unhinged it is 😂you can stalk me all you want! And I could already tell you were a Gemini just from the first sentence 🤣A-KNEE-WAYZ, I will give you what you want now!

Ps: I like white daisies and any red flower ☺️

Pps: thank you for supporting me so strongly, twin!🩷💅🏻

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Satoru Gojo!

“Oh my god!! And then, you will never believe what happened next, my co-worker actually told me that her step daughter got cheated on! Isn’t that crazy?! I was so shocked, clutching my pearls and everything!” You continued to ramble on and on about one of your crazy stories.

Gojo sat there with his blindfold on, taking a sip of his soda as he listened patiently.

“Satoru, are you even listening to me?” You stopped telling your story all of a sudden to ask the question.

“Am I talking too much?” You asked. You were beginning to feel insecure. In the past, people used to straight up start ignoring you because of how much you talked. You really valued your boyfriend’s opinion of you and didn’t want him to end up disliking you for some reason. You couldn’t hide the concerned look on your face.

Gojo chuckled.

“Nah, baby. Talk all you want. I’m listening~”

He sounded so fucking dominant when he said that. It actually made your cheeks start to heat up. You weren’t one to get flustered easily, but having Gojo order you to talk more did stupid things to your Gemini brain.

Gojo smirked when he saw your blush. He rested his chin on his hand, leaning back on the couch.

“In fact…Come sit on my lap while you continue that story of yours.”

Gojo’s voice was so attractive to you. It made you nervous. And the idea of sitting on his lap made your heart do a flip in your chest. As a Gemini, you have a tendency to be a little too flighty. Your mind is often all over the place. Gojo enjoys being your anchor.

You sat on his lap, facing him as you straddled him. Your cheeks were flushing so much out of embarrassment. You swallowed thickly, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s neck.

“Right…So, anyway…W-where was I in the story? I think I lost my train of thought-“ you stuttered.

Gojo’s large hands moved to grip your ass. He squeezed it casually.

“Your co-worker’s step daughter got cheated on and you clutched your imaginary pearls,” he said with a short laugh.

You giggled, trying to ignore the arousal flowing through you.

“Y-yeah! Sounds about right!” You chirped cheerfully. It made you really happy that Gojo remembered those little details. He seemed to pay attention to you just like he promised. It made your heart feel warm to be appreciated in such a way.

_____

“Ha…Y-yes…Right there, Satoru-“

You moaned quietly, your face pressed into Gojo’s neck as you rode his cock. You could feel the tip pressing into your special spot, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“And what happened next in the story?” Gojo teased lowly, uttering the words right beside your ear.

You whined. “Satoruuu! I can’t….ha, fuck… I can’t talk-“

You were always quite vocal during sex, and how could you not be?? Gojo fucked you too well. He chuckled at your pathetic response.

“Oh? My little Gemini can’t talk anymore? Must feel really intense, babe.”

Gojo gripped your hips as he began to fuck you from below, pushing his cock up into your tight entrance. He moaned under his breath, getting lost in the feeling as he thrusted roughly without any hesitation.

“Fuck…Gonna fill you up, princess.”

[deapax]

hey cutie!

Could you write a fic where Agatha meets reader by “accident”? Agatha comes into reader’s life fitting perfectly but she was stalking reader since a lot of time. She is very interested in reader but reader doesn’t want a relationship for the moment. Agatha doesn’t know how to deal with rejection, so it could trigger chaos without turning back.

Have a happy day

Watching

Characters: stalker!prof!Agatha Harkness x (21+)fem!reader

Summary: She’d been watching you for months, now it was her turn to take action.

Warnings: 18+ smut, DUBCON, stalking, obsession, strap on use (r receiving), crying, age gap, masturbation (a), vibrator (a), alcohol

A/N: Added some more stuff to it because I needed to write a Professor Harkness story for my sanity but I hope you enjoy :)

You’d had caught her eye the first time you entered her classroom. She didn’t know what it was, that attracted you to her so much, maybe it was the way your hair fell in your face when you copied the things she put on the whiteboard, or the way you laughed with your friends, maybe the way you asked your questions, the way your voice sounded. Whatever it was, it was certainly driving her insane.

She watched you writing down the answers of the test she’d just handed out, unwillingly biting the end of her pencil as she imagined all the things she could do to you. Her heart beating faster when you raised your hand to ask a question. You never questioned the way she stood so close behind you, the way her hand touched your shoulder when she answered your question, and remained standing there in silence for a moment, taking in the scent of your shampoo. When she made her way back to her seat, you couldn’t help but stare at her ass that was swaying with every step, making your mouth water at the sight.

When you met up with your friends after school in your favourite coffee shop and sipped your favourite hot drink, a hot chocolate with a hint of cinnamon and 5 marshmallows, they confronted you with the way your professor acted around you. “Okay but did you notice how she always helps you first? It’s like professor Harkness puts you over everyone else!” “Oh yeah she definitely got a thing for you Y/N. Can’t convince me otherwise.” But you just shook your head, you didn’t believe it. “She’s just being the friendly, kind teacher she always is and always was. There’s nothing special to the way she treats me or anybody else. You guys gotta stop making such a big deal out of nothing.” You rolled your eyes annoying, unbothered by the facts your friends brought up. Meanwhile the older woman was sitting in a corner in the same coffee shop, taking notes of what you ordered and when you went here. Her obsession with you had her writing an entire schedule for you, including school times and subjects, your hobbies and the times you usually met up with your friends.

She’d been watching you for months now, gathered all the information she needed to know you better than you probably knew yourself. She’d even rented the apartment across your bedroom, where she watched you watching your favourite tv shows, changing and sleeping. You knew you had a hidden key under the welcome mat in front of your door, so when she saw you leaving for school and she had called in sick, the woman made her way to your door, taking the key and putting it in the lock, twisting it, smirking when the lock sprung open and let her inside. She knew she had quite some time until you came back so she took her sweet time, rummaging around your private drawers and your closet, taking a few of your panties and stuffed them into her pocket for later use. After a quick time check she knew that it was time to leave, yet the sheer thought of her lying in your bed, maybe covering with some cum stains that you’d sleep on later turned her on so badly that she made her way back to your bedroom, well aware that she’d had to hurry or you’d catch her in the act which honestly just turned her on even more.

She kicked off her boots and got comfy on your bed, closing her eyes to take in the scent of you that was lingering in your bedsheets. As she opened the bottom drawer of your nightstand to check for some more personal items, the pretty pink vibrator you used during lonely nights caught her eye. She shouldn’t, she knew it, yet she did. The older woman took it out of drawer, running her fingers over silicone before licking a line up the shaft in expectation to get at least a tiny hint of what you tasted like. The more disappointed she got when she noticed that you’d cleaned way too well. Her hand wrapped around the end of the toy while she got rid of her pants and panties, slowly running it through her very wet folds, whimpering your name softly as she pushed past her entry, letting the toy fill her up. Her free hand now reached to grab your pillow, her back arching and her eyes closed as she imagined it was you fucking her, the imagination making her thrust the toy at an incredible fast pace, chasing her orgasm. “Fuck, Y/N, that’s right, keep going baby, mommy’s so close!” The quicker she went the wetter your bed got, the toy already covered in her juices as she moaned your name like you could hear her. She was so very close to her orgasm as she heard the key twisting in the lock of your door, making her shoot up immediately, putting on her pants and kicking the wet toy under your bed before opening the window and making her way out of it before you could catch her.

When you entered your apartment everything seemed as usual, you set down your bag and took off your jacket before entering your bedroom, frowning as you found your made bed so messed up, a dark wet spot pooling in the middle of it. Immediately you blamed your cat, what else would it be? Groaning you changed your sheets when you noticed the purple wet thong on the floor. That definitely wasn’t yours, and you couldn’t remember one of your hook ups wearing any of that, especially because it still felt damp. With two fingers you carried it to the trash, throwing it away, trying to ignore it. Agatha, who was taking pictures of you from her apartment, let out a soft sigh of relief, glad that you were too innocent or dumb to put 1 and 1 together.

She knew she’d had to get rid of the vibrator in your room before you caught on it. Luckily today was Friday, a quick look at her notes told her that you were in for a party with your friends tonight. Which gave her the options to either sneak back into your apartment or participate in the party. She wasn’t too old to have fun just yet, so she chose lastest.

You took your sweet time getting ready, putting on a tight black cocktail dress, wearing your favourite red lingerie underneath as you knew this night probably wouldn’t be much different than your usual party nights. You’d talk to a girl, get invited home, end up in bed with her and wake up to leave before the chosen girl awoke in the morning. I’d always been like that, you just weren’t quite the type for relationships just yet. Of course Agatha knew your procedure, she’d been watching it from afar since weeks now, parking her car in front of the girl’s house, filming you and taking picture to masturbate to later. Tonight Agatha’s was wearing her favourite suit she used to wear in class, a white blouse with a blue cotton blazer and some matching pants, because she had caught you staring at her a little too long quite a few times, just that she added a little something extra this time.

Your friends picked you up in the evening, driving to the club whilst Agatha drove a few meters behind you, making sure you walked in first before she entered the club a few minutes later. You were already sipping on your first drink, talking to another girl, generally having a good time. Your professor chose a drink herself, to get her moving to the music as she watched you from across the room for around an hour. When you left your friends to have another drink you noticed a hand on your hip, immediately leaning into the touch as you expected it to be the girl, but when you heard her voice your blood froze. “I’ll pay for that one if you don’t mind.” She offered, smiling when she noticed you leaning into her a little more before you pulled back and turned around.

“Miss Harkness?!” You didn’t believe your eyes when you saw the very well known woman standing in front of you, offering you a drink. She didn’t wait for you to answer as you seemed to have lost your voice, instead she simply paid and handed you the drink. “Come on now don’t act all surprised, I’m not too old to have fun now am I? Or is it considered uncool to be partying in the same club as your professor?” Well it certainly was something you wouldn’t like your friends to find out as you feared that this would just add up to the rumours and you didn’t need that. “Can you please just stay quiet, I don’t need the other to see or hear you. Look I’m sorry, I don’t intend to be rude but I am not planning on spending my evening with my professor that I see 5 days a week. I’m sorry. But uh, thanks for the drink I guess.” You said quickly, taking the glass and making your way back to your friends, apologising for the delay before continuing to dance and chat, here and then sipping your drink.

The rejection didn’t sit well with Agatha, you were obviously playing hard to get and she was ready to play your game. She wasn’t going home alone tonight. Professor Harkness was a patient woman, she watching you sipping one drink after another, noticing that walking and talking started becoming hard for you, which indicated that now was the right time for her to surprise you. As you made your way to the restroom to touch up your make up you didn’t notice the woman slipping in with you. When you looked up at the mirror you saw her stand behind you, her hands on your waist, her lips on your neck. It took you a moment to realise what was happening, your smile faded when her hands moved to unbuckle her leather belt she was wearing, pulling her pants down just a bit to let her big strap out of her panties, pressing against your ass. “Told you to leave me alone miss Harkness. W-what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but moan softly at the kiss and the hard faux cock pressing against you, causing you to slowly grind against her in your foggy state of mind. “Here’s what’s gonna happen now baby, we’ll go to a stall, you get on your knees and suck me off. Then you’ll tell your friends you’re leaving, you get in my car, I drive us home and I’ll fuck the shit out of you just how you always wanted it.” It was more a statement than a question, she dragged you over to a stall and pushed you down on your knees, a hand full of your hair in her hand as she pulled you closer, the veiny strap pressing against your lips. “Come on baby, I know you want it. Ive seen the way you looked at me. Tell me, who did you think of when you fuck your filthy pussy with your vibrator every night? Don’t lie, I’ve watched you every single time. God I’ve cum so many times along with you, you made my legs shake without even touching me baby. Come on, be a good girl for mommy.”

You were overwhelmed with the situation, you knew it was wrong but she was right, she really did make your fantasies come true in that very moment. In your state of mind you had no chance to reject her again, you were already dripping wet simply by her words. “Thought of you taking me with your strap..” You mumbled before taking the toy in your mouth, making sure to give Agatha a nice show, her eyes on hers as you hollowed your cheek as if she could really feel it. Agatha’s cheeks turned red as she saw you being so obedient and eager for her, yet she pulled your head deeper on the toy causing you to gag. “It’s too big mommy, I can’t-“ But she just helped you moving your head up and down the toy, ignoring your whines. “Ye stop can baby, you know mommy will make it fit. You’re gonna take it like the good girl you are for me.” She was moaning, a sound that made your core tingle immediately. You hadn’t expected that sleeping with your professor would feel so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Once she was satisfied and the toy all wet she stuffed it back into her pants, pulled you up and pinned you against the restroom wall, kissing you deeply, her tongue pushing past your lips without a warning. You tried to keep up with her but she kissed you so hungrily like she’d been starving for your kisses, which in fact she really had been. Eventually she slapped your ass, pushing you out of the restroom stall before leaving to get to her car, trusting you to follow behind as you suddenly seemed quite consent with everything she did to you.

You said your goodbyes to your friends before you made your way out of the club and over to the parking slots. The older woman was sitting behind the steering wheel of a white mustang, honking to get your attention. Quickly you went inside, Agatha’s hand immediately wrapped around your thigh, her fingertips running along your skin underneath your dress, as she drove to her house. “Wear something looser the next time and no panties, could fuck you with my fingers while going home. God you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” She almost moaned as she clearly went over the speed limit, eventually pulling up in the driveway.

No matter how badly she wanted you, she still took her time to open the car door for you and picked you up, carrying you inside her quite big house, the lights turning themselves on as she entered the hallway, closing the door behind her. As soon as the door fell shut behind her she pinned you against the door and her own body, kissing you hungrily as she made quick work with the zipper on your dress, pulling it down impatiently. Her hands roamed your body and somehow you started enjoying feeling her hands on your skin and your lips in your own, moaning out her name as she ripped off your favourite lingerie. Once you’ve been stripped completely she picked you up once again and headed straight to her bedroom, throwing you onto the queen sized soft bed while she stepped out of her suit, leaving nothing but her big strap on around her hips. As she approached you, you spread your legs almost automatically, putting your head down in her pillow that smelled just like her, taking in her scent while she positioned herself between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful underneath my body, baby. Much better than I could’ve ever imagined and trust me I’ve imagined this a lot.” And you believed every single word she said, nothing really took you by surprise anymore. After all you were about to be fucked by your professor, something you didn’t even dare to dream of. “Gonna fill you up so good and you’re gonna take it so well like the good little slut you are for me.” With that she thrusted her hips forward, letting your hole suck her in completely, pulling a soft cry from your lips as she started pounding into you roughly, her hands gripping the headboard of her bed while yours gripped her pretty white sheets. The older woman moaned out softly when the bottom of the strap pressed against her clit, making her feel just as good as she was making you feel. Your mouth was shaped like an O as you restlessly let out sweet little moans every time she hit the back of you, causing a little bulge on your stomach. “That’s my pretty little thing, look at you taking me so deep you can even see my cock right here.” She smirked, encouraged by the view she had of your beautiful smeared make up, and picked up her speed even more, the sound of skin hitting skin breaking the silence. You buried your head in her pillows, trying to stiffly her moans but she just wrapped her hand around your throat, making you look at her while she fucked you restlessly. Very soon you felt the knot in your stomach tightening and by the way the woman was starting to wine as well you could tell she was just as close. “Need you to cum with me okay baby? ‘M so very close.” She whined loudly, desperately fucking into you again and again until she cried out softly along with you, both of you cumming hardly, causing her to slow down and pull out, watching your cum drip down your thighs.

Agatha didn’t give you much time to recover, instead she dove right into your pussy, burying her tongue inside you as she cleaned you from your arousal, moaning at the taste she’d been craving for so long. Once she’d found you clean enough she laid down on her back and lifted you onto her, positioning you over her strap before sinking you down on it. Your head was still spinning from the alcohol and first orgasm when you found yourself filled to the brim once again. “Ride me.” It was a short and easy command but it took you maybe a little too long to realise what she wanted from you. Soon two strong hands wrapped around your waist, guiding you up and down while you moved along, her hips pushing up and down in the rhythm. “Please it’s too much, I’m too sensitive I can’t!” Salty tears started running down your red cheeks as you shook your head, but her hands were to strong and simply kept moving you the way she wanted it. “Yes you can baby, let me do the thinking for you okay?” Gently she ran her hand over your cheek to wipe your tears, yet not stalling her movements. “You’re already making me wet with your arousal sweetie, that means your body wants it right? I know you’ve been dreaming of me fucking you like this since ages. So why don’t you just close your eyes and enjoy?” And you did, you closed your eyes once you’d calmed down and allowed her to speed up her movements, both of you moaning almost in sync. After a while you actually found yourself enjoying the way she took care of you, the way she made you feel so damn good like no one ever did before. You found yourself close to the edge after a few more minutes, and came into her strap once again. Panting you laid down on the older woman’s chest, who was gently running her fingers over your back, the strap still buried inside your pussy where it’d stay during the night. “You’re okay baby, you did so very well for me. Shh.. go to sleep. You’re gonna need that energy for tomorrow. There’s so many more things I want to do to you before class.”

[miahxrrington-blog]

I miss, you

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steve Harrington x henderson reader

warnings- angst (and un prof read work promise I’ll do it later I’m just really tired

also feel free to leave feed back this is my first time writing anything like this and feed back would be great fully appreciated practice makes perfect!

summary: steve and reader had broken up they now have to fight these supernatural beings together what happens when dustin confronts steve while y/n’s in the car and asks him about how he basically threw himself at nancy

I had broken up with steve a month ago its not that i didn’t love him still. it’s more that i knew he didn’t love me. his heart belonged to someone else. and i was foolish to think that someone was me.

because how could steve harrington ever love me. when he still not over his first love. at first I thought it was in my head. but i see the way they look at each other. the stolen glances here and there. and who was i to deny him the person he truly wants to be with.

so i had to let him go. because i loved him. and he loved her. he always has and always will.

it was the spring of 86 and once again we had gotten sucked into fighting the supernatural once again.

we had just been in the shed that eddie was staying in when we started hearing sirens with confused glances towards each other we look outside and see a bunch of police cruisers. we quickly tell eddie to hide under the tarp while we go investigate.

we all get in steve’s car and I get into the front seat while robin and the kids sit in the back. dustin and max look shaken up.

“hey it’s gonna be okay.” I console them turning around to look at them.

once we get to the scene, we quickly recognize a familiar face. nance. what was she doing there? I wondered. she gives steve a little wave and nods at him.

which steve returns.

we all make our way to the trailer park in which most of these events have taken place. we all sit at a picnic table I take a seat by steve being as thats the only seat that was left. I smile at him and then return to the conversation at hand. it doesn’t have to be awkward.

right?

“so you’re saying this thing that killed fred and chrissy is from the upside down?” asks nancy

“if the shoe fits.” mentions steve

“our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse. and whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the mindflayer or just love killing teens, we don’t know. ” dustin says trying his best to fill her in.

“all we know is that this is something different. something new” I mention.

“this doesn’t make any sense.” said a confused nancy

“it’s only a theory” reassures my brother

“no fred and chrissy don’t make sense. I mean why why them.” said nancy trying to figure out what the connection was.

“maybe they were just in the wrong place.” I answered

“they were both at the game”

“and near the trailer park” said dustin and max listing things on how this could all be related

“were at the trailer park. should we maybe not be here?” asks a concerned steve

“fred started acting weird the second we got here” said nancy

“acting weird as in??” asked robin

“scared, on edge, upset.”

“max said chrissy was upset too.” said my brother

“yea but not here. she was crying in the bathroom at school” adds max

“serial killers stalk there pray before they strike right? so maybe fred and chrissy say this vecman ” asks robin

“vecna” corrects my brother.

“i dont know about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.” says steve I nodded agreeing with him

“maybe they did. I saw chrissy leaving ms. kelly’s office. if you saw a monster you wouldn’t go to the police they’d never believe you. but you might go to your.”

“your shrink” I said finishing max’s sentence

once we were all done talking we headed to steve’s car. nancy clearly taking a different direction. i started opening the car door when i heard a

concerned steve yell over at nance

“whoa. whoa, nance, nance! where you going.” he asks. ouch. i try not to let this affect me. I mean isn’t this what I wanted. and more importantly what he wanted. I ignore the pain in my chest.

“something I wanna check on first” she answers

“something you wanna share with us?” asks my brother

“I mean yea I thought we were all in this together.” I say

“I don’t wanna waste your time, it’s a real shot in the dark.”

“yea, okay are you out of your mind? flying solo with this vecna creep on the loose no it’s too dangerous, you need, you need some to” steve tried to think of something

robin stares at me and clearly sees my discomfort.

steve then tosses his keys to robin.

“here. I’ll stick with nance, you guys take the car, check out the shrink.” if only he was that persistent when we broke up. I thought rolling my eyes at his behavior.

“I don’t think u want me driving your car” says robin

“why?” asks steve

“I don’t have my license.”

“why don’t you have a liscense”

“because im poor.”

“I can drive” says max

“no, no, no never again. please. anybody but you no.” said steve persistently

“alright just give the keys to henderson.” my brother raises his eyebrows and reachers for the keys.

“no obviously not you dipshit your sister”

“I mean yea I could drive but I don’t necessarily have my license either. are you sure you want to trust me with your car?”

“you’ve driven my car plenty of times I trust you.” said steve reminiscing those times he would teach you how to drive when you were first considering getting your license.

robin then stares at me obviously noticing I didn’t want him to leave with her. robin didnt really understand steve and how so clearly he could’ve chosen you the girl he loves but he keeps doing stupid shit like this.

“alright this is stupid.” said robin grabbing dustins walkie to insure we have communication she smiles and winks at me.

“us ladies will stick together. unless you think we need you to protect us.” I snort which then causes steve to glare at me they both make there ways to nancys station wagon.

my heart aches.

“be careful.” steve yells

ouch. see I was okay with them being together but them rubbing it in my face like this hurt. and maybe it wasn’t intentional all I knew is I never wanted to see this again.

“your just gonna stand there and gawk harrington.” noticing the same thing i noticed

“shut up.” answers steve

I enter the front steve of the car while dustin and max head for the back. I roll my eyes.

“why don’t we go okay?”

“shut up and get in the car and wipe your feet.”

“on the outside not the inside.” says steve in a disappointed mom tone I laugh

steve eventually get in the car.

“always the babysitter. always goddamn babysitter!” he hits the steering wheel.

we arrive at ms. kellys house and we watch from the car as she goes inside

“okay. she’s in”

“we can see that. im missing collarbones not my eyes.”

“so…. dustin continues. we gonna talk about it?”

“im sorry talk about what?” asks steve

“your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at nance.”

i snort.

“that’s not what happened.” steve mutters

“pretty sure that’s what happened it was pretty public. there were a lot of witnesses including my sister.”

“don’t bring me into this.” I say

“are you implying I have a thing for nance?” asked steve

“no im not implying. im stating as it relates to your steadfast refusal to get back together with my sister it’s pretty much the only logical explanation.”

“no way your the one putting these ideas in your sisters head henderson? that im still into fucking nancy”

“I don’t know steve you tell me”

“why are we talking about this situation as if I’m not here.” You mention

“no because you and your brother seem have this stupid idea that im still in love with nancy when so clearly the only person i care for is u.”

“steve can we not do this while my brothers in the car. please.” you pleaded tears threatening to fall out of my eyes

“alright so get out and cover your ears henderson. the adults need to speak ” he rolled his eyes looking out the window

“steve i promise we’ll speak later can we just focus on max.” I asked he nodded and we continued on our journey.

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later in the day we made to nancys house we all had to keep an eye on max after everything we had just found out.

once all the kids were sleeping and only me and steve were awake he dragged me to the bathroom and locked the door.

“ we’re talking and I swear to god if henderson is putting ideas into your head that I’m in love with nancy-“

“steve it’s not dustin it’s everyone, we all notice the way you look at her you never look at me that. ever.”

“I don’t want to be in the middle of that you deserve better.”

“baby…..” steve whispers holding my face as he sees the tears I push him off.

“no steve i can’t keep dating someone who is still in love with someone else. I mean look crazy you got back at the trailer park”

“because she’s a friend and I care about her. I don’t see a future with her y/n I see it with you.”

“steve you can’t say things like that.”

“y/n im serious I see you being mrs. harrington one day and carrying my babies. I don’t see that with nancy I see it with you. and im tired of fighting because I miss you. and im sorry if I haven’t been verbal about how much you mean to me y/n but your my entire world..” I stare at him letting him console my cheek while starring into my eyes

“not nancy. you henderson. and I’d kill my self before I’d ever let anything happen to you.”

“im sorry…”

“it’s okay baby it’s, okay just come here.” he says pulling me in for a hug.

[a11eya]

Hi! I read do you still think of me? And it was so good I started stalking your account and then I read Let the lights guide me. I stayed up still 5am last night. It’s so good i didn’t notice it hasn’t been updated since January! Beside that I wanted to tell you you’re a phenomenal writer and I have such a beautiful mind. <3

omggggg you stayed up until 5 AM!!! i'm super flattered that you felt my stuff was worth putting off sleep over 🥺💞 thank you for your kind words—you're too sweet ahhh

but yes, lwgyh hasn't been updated since january because i'm awful and work's been awful 😔 usually the spring semester (i work in education) is on the slower side and i thought i'd have more time to write, but! we hired a bunch of new people that i had to train, and then i got busy with prof dev stuff (helping organize a conference, then submitting a proposal to present at a different one). and now we're here 💀

i will get that next chapter of lwgyh up sometime after finishing dystam? tho!! i might put up a posting schedule eventually to try to keep myself accountable. we'll see!!

[spookalittlelouder]

Prof. Stein (Soul Eater) X Reader - 'On the Slab'

Content Warnings: Dub-Con, Kidnapping, Knife Play, Fear Play, Medical Play, Stalking

This story is intended for people 18+ ONLY. Minors WILL be blocked.

“And how are we this evening…?”

You lay upon the cold, steel table. Leather straps tightly bind your limbs in place. Only a hospital gown separates your skin from the cool air of the laboratory.

Slowly, you begin to awaken from your slumber. Your hazy eyes adjust to the blinding lamp shining down on your body. You stir as you recognize the situation you’ve found yourself in, struggling against your binds. The straps creak from the force, but do not give.

“It’s completely natural to feel anxious when going to see your doctor, but never fear, I am here to take care of you. Now, shall we begin?”

A tall, gaunt figure stands over you, backlit by the lamp above. He reaches out, his pale fingers extending over your body, slowly unbuttoning the front of your gown to reveal your stomach. A chuckle echoes in the cold room as the figure produces a marker and calmly draws two lines on your smooth skin.

Each stroke of his pen causes you to tremble slightly in anticipation of what will come next. You finally realize what’s happening… You’ve heard about him from the students of the academy. The mad professor obsessed with dissection, but you never thought you’d find yourself on his slab. And yet, here you both are.

“What a lovely specimen... Should I begin cutting here, or here?”

He awaits your response as he steps away from the light. You hear a little clatter of metal, and he returns to your side. In his hand, you notice the glint of steel… a scalpel. Your only answer is gentle sobbing. You hadn’t noticed until now that you had begun crying. Had it been the knife that threatened to open your skin that triggered it? Or had you been tearing up the moment you had awoken in this dreadful situation?

“You know, I’ve read a lot about you. I’ve visited you many times while developing this experiment for you. I needed to observe the existing conditions before I could change any variables… I even brought in someone as a control to see how they’d react to this situation. They responded quite similarly to you. With one exception…”

He hovers above you, his eyes staring deep into you from behind his round glasses, still obscure under the blinding surgery light. He turns the screw inside his head until something catches his eye… A spot of moisture on your gown. Your face grows red as the fear of being cut open is superseded by a different emotion… embarrassment.

“And my hypothesis is proven correct, it seems…”

You look away in shame as he snickers, his looming presence making the wetness worse… How had he known? Why did your body have to betray you like this?

“I always knew there were people who were sexually stimulated by fear, but I have never met one before.”

There is a beat before he chuckles to himself.

“Then again, my sample size has been… limited…”

The gears in his head turn, thinking about what to do next until… *click*

“I found you through an ad you posted online. ‘Looking for someone to take me away and use me however they want.’ Well, you got your wish, hm? But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It had been the list of kinks you wanted to explore that did it. Namely, ‘Fear Play.” I was so fascinated, I spent the rest of that night researching what every term on your list meant… After that, it was simple figuring out who you were through your account- supposed anonymity be damned… So, are we ready to continue the experiment, now that you know more about the methods? ”

You squirm gently in your bindings. You can still feel your heart pounding in your chest from the adrenaline. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, calming yourself. You look up at your captor and give a small nod. He can’t help but laugh, satisfied with your cooperation.

You can’t wait to be his test subject. To have each and every one of your fantasies rigorously tested on you. To have someone discover everything that makes you tick, or rather, what makes you twitch… His long, strong fingers creep across your stomach, reaching up under your hospital gown. The tips slowly trace across your lips… Your face grows hot and embarrassed again. It’s like he already knows exactly where to touch you… A whimper escapes your mouth.

“This is going to be a most enlightening night. Are you as eager to learn as I am? Or are you just aching for more?”

His finger slides between your lips at that word, and your body tingles with electricity. Your thoughts leak out as the testing begins…

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Recently I’ve been having ideas about Eames.

TH Masterlist

Now, before any of you are going to wonder what kind of psycho I am, let me explain why this came up in the dark corners of my mind.

So, in Inception, we basically get little info about Eames. All we know is his surname and that he’s a damn splendid trickster. What is his story? What did he do before Dom approached him and the events of the movie took place?

Who is Eames?

I know I’m heavily diverging from canon here, but that very question spawned a concept I can’t stop thinking about.

Prof!Eames who stalks the cam girl he’s obsessed with and so happens to be one of his students.

*sips her coffee* Yeah, I know. But hear me out.

His online username is GentlemanSir.

He went to great lengths to grab your attention. Making multiple donations during streams, sending gifts and letters to your P.O. box, instructing the barista at the café you frequent to give you handwritten notes with your coffee but remain silent about him being the secret messenger.

Truth be told, he actually gets off on the idea he holds financial dominance over you.

Eames remembers fondly the absolutely flabbergasted expression on your face, the haze of pleasure temporarily lifted, when he donated once again a sum of money running into the hundreds.

It wasn’t so much the number that caught your eye. No, it was the message.

‘For groceries and to buy something nice for yourself.’

That certainly had him score brownie points with you. Sure, the money was nice, but it was the thoughtfulness of his words which drew you to him.

Very well aware of this, having overheard a couple conversations between you and your friends, Eames continued to accompany his donations with sweet messages.

Sir’s proud of you, taking such a big dildo. But don’t forget to drink water, darling!

Take a shower before you go to sleep, poppet. If I was there, I’d wash you and tuck you in.

I really like the new pink lingerie. Here’s some pocket change so you can buy some more cute outfits.

In class, he’s noticed you’ve become more at ease. Before, you used to have this distracted air, which he deduced stemmed from financial worries.

He’s kept an eye on you, trailing you from a distance after your shifts at your two part-time jobs to make sure you got home safe.

Not gonna lie, he was kind of ecstatic when you mentioned quitting your second job. He’s always admired your drive to balance academics with private and work life, but the exhaustion it caused you only made him amp up his game to get you to notice him.

He’d take care of you.

First behind the scenes.

And later, after graduating, he’d step from the shadows to take you on a trip and make you his.

Eames knows you won’t be able to reject his offer, already having planned what cards to play when your conscience will start to gnaw at you.

Moreover, he certainly had noticed the doe eyes you tend to make at him during lectures and seminars and the way you blush when you say his name, a privilege extended only to you.

He can tell it makes you happy when you call him Ian, especially outside of class.

He’s been working out more because he’s noticed the underlying dreamy satisfaction in your eyes it causes. The height difference helps too, as proven by a happy accidental discovery when he paid for your coffee in the cafeteria.

“It isn’t proper for a gentleman to let a woman pay for her own drink,” he merrily told you when you glanced over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and your whole body slightly trembling.

Had he let his self-control waver, he’d have swept you off of your feet and taken you right there and then. You simply looked too cute.

Too meek.

Incapable of stopping him.

He knows you tend to frequent bookshops in your spare time, so it happens more than once you ‘bump into him’ while browsing them.

He stays close to you under the pretense of protecting you from the other predatory men who fancy they have a chance with you.

In reality, though, the hand resting on your hip stems from the pure need, the instinct, to touch you.

Moreover, he enjoys the way he towers over you. He’s basically the wall between you and the outside world (and everyone in it).

A role which he intends to play until you tell your audience you’re taken by a man who does it like no other and you shut the camera off once and for all.

Until you introduce him to your parents and friends as your husband, the man who provides you with a stable and comfortable life.

Until he is your world.

And in the meantime, he’ll just have to get rid of every obstacle.

One silent bullet and perfect lie at a time.

All behind your back.

So you don’t have to see Sir’s monstrous side.

I’ll admit I went off the rails here, but this is what I’m living for right now. I don’t know how I’d translate this into a wee story or series, if ever I will. All the same, I thought it’d be a nice concept to share.

Tag list: @buttercupsandboys @hecatemoon87 @potter-solomons @alikaheroes @ilovemanypeople @dreamlandcreations @zablife @vir-tual @liliac-dreamer @woofgocows @elijahssuit

[chucktaylorupset]

I'm late but do u have any other unhinged (or hinged, I'm desperate) essay writing methods you've heard of? Please and thank you

Based on the word desperate I am going to act while assuming the worst.  So if there is indeed a deadline stalking you like a predator animal through the bush while you are an innocent three legged and zero word count gazelle, you will be as quickly and well armed as you can to meet the challenge. 

This is the quick version, the meandering funny version can come later, either I'll reblog this or put it in a new post.

Here is what you do.  Get a speech to text app or failing that a voice memo.  You can default to whatever is preinstalled in your phone, especially if you have very little time. 

Start a new file.  Say words in order into the microphone about what you plan to write about.  Summarize your general intro and thesis, explain your body paragraphs, bullshit like you have a conclusion.  If you do not have body paragraphs and this is a research essay, summarize each of your sources in turn.  Then try to say how at least two relate to each other, but ideally you do this for as many sub groupings as possible.  When you are done, make sure to save.

If you have a voice memo, you will need to play back and transcribe this.  When you're done, you should have a bunch of raw words. 

Ideally you do as many steps as you have time for, but if it's real bad and you are out of time, you can turn this in right now.  You should probably follow this up as soon as possible with an email to the teacher/professor.  This can be scary, so I will give you a form.

Dear [PROF NAME. REMEMBER TO CHANGE THIS TO THE ACTUAL NAME]. 

I hope this message finds you well.  Regrettably, I do not have a final draft for [ASSIGNMENT REMEMBER TO CHANGE THIS PART TOO].  I'm sorry this is last minute and I know your late policy is [YOU KNOW THE DRILL] but I was wondering if there was anyway to get an extension.  I know that this is not my best effort, and if at all possible I want to do better.

Thank you for your time,

[YOUR NAME].

If looking up the late policy stresses you out, delete that section of the sentence.  Make sure the email has sent.

You then should get yourself a glass of your preferred beverage and maybe a snack and then go to sleep or nap, depending on your deadline time.  School is stressful.  Writing deadlines are stressful.  You are expending a lot of energy working very hard and being very brave and this should be rewarded.

These next steps can be taken immediately, if you have enough time, or after an answer on the potential extension, if you did not.

It is editing time.  Take those bunch of raw word vomit and pretty it up a bit. If speech to text then you need to fix all the words that the program transcribed wrong.  Sometimes there's the rare app that will leave you with both the audio and the transcript and you can reference the former to fix the latter.  Make sure to check for homophones, machines are still learning the difference between "write" and "right."  In the machines defense, writing is very difficult.

Put in evidence and quotations that are much harder to verbalize on the fly.  Maybe in your summarization you have already marked where this evidence should go.  Reword sentences to make them appropriate to written format instead of voice. Feel free to expand your ideas.

You now have a bunch of words that you can turn in.  Congratulations!  Do that, check to make sure you have a receipt of your submittal as I have fucked myself that way many a time.  Revisit the step of hydrate/refuel/hibernate.  Rejoice.

Remind yourself that you have done some very hard important work.  Hopefully this method has made that easier.  If it has not, I hope it at least has not made it worse, especially if you are already stumped.  From reading your ask, I'm not certain that's the situation at all but I'm playing it safe.

Do not feel bad if this method did not work.  I myself benefit from it by being a very particular person.

Mileage varies.  This method gave me a 1,200 rough draft after speaking into a microphone for eight minutes and forty-one seconds.  Which made me very, very angry, particularly at my mother, but that is a story for another day.

[dootiexcupcake]

prof hwa imagine

Warnings: 18+ (nothing wildly inappropriate happens but im tagging just in case), suggestive, teacher x student

this was a dumb "collage professor Seonghwa" prompt i wrote for my friends about seonghwa a while ago lol

!everyone depicted in this work is of age and are consenting adults!

• “miss y/n, do you mind staying after class for a moment please?” Your English professor called out to you from his desk

• you stop in your tracks and make your way over to him, waving your friends off, ignoring their childish giggles

• “sure professor, is everything ok?” You say, soft voice echoing through the now empty collage classroom

• you take a seat in the chair across from his desk

• The older man lets out a small chuckle, “mmh, you don’t have to call me professor right now. It’s after hours, just call me ,Seonghwa, ok?” He suggests, his tone now lighthearted as he smiles warmly at you from the other side of the table

• you feel butterflies roam about in your stomach as you avert your gaze from his, that smile could knock you out at any second.

• “uhm, yeah ok…s-Seonghwa..?” Feeling weird just saying his first name

• Seonghwa let’s out a breathy laugh

• “oh, you are just so adorable, you know that?”

• “well, the reason why I wanted you to stay is because I want to discuss your grades.” He states

• you swear you just got whiplash, did he just call you..cute??? Maybe you’re just hearing things…

• shaking your head to clear any thoughts, you finally speak up

• “wh-oh! Is that so?” You stutter out, still trying to recover from his comment that your not even sure he said, and now trying to focus on your academics

• “Yes now, don’t be surprised by this but, you are doing excellent in this class! You’re one of my top students, you should be proud!” Seonghwa beams at you

• you raise your eyebrows in shock at his statement

• “o-oh really? Oh wow, thank you prof-Seonghwa.” Nice one y/n…nice one.

• The man just smirks at you, something almost devious about it as he tilts his head to the side, blonde tresses falling in his eyes 

• “But I have been noticing you’ve been a bit distracted lately.” He began bluntly

• you blinked in surprise

• he rises from his chair and stalks over to the one your seated in

• “is there something,” he begins slowly, dragging out every word

• he stands behind your chair and let’s his slender fingers glide across the wooden back of the chair, mere inches away from your neck

• “distracting you, y/n?” He says lowly into your ear

• you shudder

• “uhm, yes!” You stupidly blurt out with out thinking

• Seonghwa smirks again as his hand trails from the back of the chair to your shoulder, squeezing lightly

• “oh? Is that so?” He asks

• “well,” he starts, breath ghosting on your skin as he nibbles on your ear 

• letting out a deep chuckle 

• “having distractions are no good, now are they?”

• “tell me what’s distracting you, darling.” Seonghwa insist, hand finding purchase on your neck as he kisses your jaw

• “uhm..wh-ah- I cant tell you” you gasp out

• “it’s fine, you can tell me if it’s *someone* instead of *something*” he presses

• God, he is not going to let up on this, and your not sure how much more of this you can take

• “it uh..mh. It is someone.” You say

• well…this is a start

• “who is it?” He asserted. No longer asking questions. Demanding answers

• “pr-professor I can’t tell you, it’s so embarrassing.” You begged 

• unsatisfied with your answer the man straightens up and walks back over to his chair

• leaving you a quivering mess

• sitting back in his chair he folds his hands on the desk. Face stone cold

• “this little problem with *never* be solved if you don’t *tell me* what’s going on, y/n. You know this, right?” He affirmed 

• you hung your head low

• “y-yes. I know.”

• “then why don’t you answer the question?”

• “s’you.” You mumbled 

• “what was that?” Seonghwa asked as he quirked his eyebrow up

• “nothing!” You quickly say as you stand from your chair

• “uh I said n-nothing!” 

• you both stare at each other for a moment

• Seonghwa finally gets up from his chair and walks over to you

• stepping dangerously close to you

• hand resting back on your neck

• “Speak. Up.” he growls in your ear 

• “you..I-I said it’s you who’s distracting me!” You exclaimed 

• “ah..now was that so hard to say, darling?” He murmured, his free hand giving your thigh a squeeze 

• “how am I distracting you?” He ask as he goes for your neck, leaving marks and bruises that will definitely show for days

• “ah-ah! Just everything about you is s-so distracting!” You babble out

• “yeah, like what?”

• “tell your professor what he does to distract y-“

• a knock interrupts the both of you

• giving each other an annoyed glance, Seonghwa clears his throat 

• “yes?” Seonghwas voice echos as he tries to sound as put together as possible 

• “hey, uh I got a few questions about the test for tomorrow, are you free?” You hear a male voice from the other side of the door

• your shoulders slump as you let out a sigh

• “Hwa, I told you to put the ‘out of office’ sign on your door.” You roll your eyes as you pull away from the man

• Seonghwa whines in response 

• “mmmh! Baby, I forgot I’m sorry!” He hurriedly says trying to pull you back in

• you give him a look that he knows all to well and decides to back off

• as cute as you are when your mad, he’s not in the best position to indulge in you

• speaking of that

• “u-uh Wooyoung, give me a second! I’ll be right with you!” Seonghwa says as he straightens himself up

• “hey!” He whispers

• “dinner is on me tonight, I promise.” He says to you with a wink

• “it better be.” You say as you give him a peck on the lips

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[friendlygirlswag]

and,friendly girl swag? will your explanation ever grace the empty empty halls of my mind 😔 -guillermoguywife

YES IT WILL, SIR GUYWIFE! the day has come at last

okay so first off (and relating to your other ask, which tumblr didn’t let me see until NOW) !! vampires and fiddler on the roof are both VERY jewish. fiddler on the roof is obvious, as its literally about a family in a shtetl in 1905 with the most yiddish names you can imagine, but vampires. oh man oh boy. i fuckin love the jewish connection to vampires

vampires as a story concept have existed for ages all over the world (vrykolakas in greece, moroi in romania, sasabonsam in south ghana, cihuateto in aztec mythology, jiangshi in china, etc etc) but our modern day western understanding of vampires has. a really weird amount of ties to antisemitism, Especially in bram stoker’s dracula novel. like, for one, blood libels—the accusation against jews of needing human blood (especially of christian children) for the preparation of passover matzoh—had already been around for centuries at this point, so the reach between that and vampirism really wasn’t that far, all things considered. “things” being were that antisemitism and antisemitic fearmongering was extremely prevalent in the late 19th century.

anyway. in terms of bram stoker’s dracula specifically. the book opens with the diary entries of an englishman, staying in count draculas mansion in romania while he helps the count buy a house in england. an old woman warns him against travelling during the night of st george’s day, as all evil things will be at their full power. dracula warns him against wandering around the castle at night, but due to the englishmans unfortunate englishness, he does it anyway and narrowly avoids being killed by three vampire ladies because dracula rescues him and distracts the vampire ladies with a bag with a small child trapped inside. the englishman narrowly avoids getting killed by the three vampire ladies a second time and dracula packs his dirt for a ship to england, where he stalks and feeds on a woman. prof van helsing diagnoses her with acute blood loss and puts garlic around her room and on a necklace, only for them to get removed by the womans mother, both of whom die from fright after seeing a wolf shortly after. after the womans burial reports are given of children being stalked at night by a beautiful lady, who van helsing determines as the woman. they track her down and kill her, the englishman and his wife join the hunting group, and go after dracula, eventually killing him in back in romania.

(side note. surely someone has talked about how in the dracula novel, vampires can be freed of their curse by someone killing their sire, and how dracula was killed by van helsing on his ancestral soil……. surely someone has pieced that together with nandor and guillermo’s supposed-to-be roadtrip……. with nandor’s rampant self hatred and adoration for human things and guillermo’s van helsing instincts and possibly dwindling wish to become a vampire himself…..)

now for historical context: in the decade or so before dracula was published there was a huge influx of immigrant eastern european jews to england after pogroms in their hometowns. st george’s day marks the death of st george, circa 303 AD, after beint tortured and executed in palestine (majority jewish population, but under roman control/occupation) for refusing to give up christianity. in romanian myth vampires’ power dwindles as the nights become shorter, so on st george’s eve they gather and feast on as much evil power as they can get. we’ve already touched on the blood libel and the christian children thing. dracula is eastern european, wealthy, and has a lack of allegiance towards any country, all very stereotypical jewish immigrant things. his nose gets mentioned often, and shapeshifts into people you would see in jojo rabbits “yoohoo jew”. (coincidentally as part of that book, when jojo is writing down elsa’s made-up ways to recognize a jew, she tells him that they sleep upside down like bats). jews in victorian literature were often described as parasites, and there was a fear that jews would spread bloodborne illnesses— in russian folklore, vampires were created by a bloodborne infection that requires its victims to feed on blood. garlic is a natural antibiotic, and is used to cover up the smell of blood to block insects like mosquitos from locating it. not to mention how dracula’s place in london is described as having “smelled old jerusalem in it”. jewish holidays also begin at sundown, where christian holidays always start when you wake up, possibly contributing to how vampires are creatures of the night and were said to hate christian symbols.

HISTORY CLASS OVER. I MAY HAVE RAMBLED TOO FAR.

“but how does this relate to wwdits and fiddler on the roof, dear friendlygirlswag?” you ask. well.

fiddler on the roof is about a family in a russian shetl, marriages aranged by a matchmaker, and moving away from home for good, lest they get killed.

do you see where i am going with this.

tzeitel is arranged to marry a widower older than her dad, when she really wants to marry her childhood friend motel, who was too afraid to break tradition.

hodel mocks perchik’s modern interpretation of a torah story. perchik mocks her in term for clinging to the old rules of tradition, and dances with her in spite of it being prohibited.

chava gets bullied and intimidated by some goys. one of them protects her, and they form a secret relationship since marrying a goy is prohibited.

sleeping with a van helsing is well against vampiric law. nandor’s been cursed to think about guillermo every time he uses his dick. nandor was in an on and off relationship with a werewolf, vampires hereditary enemy, for Decades. and yet nandor still clings to the past so much, because he’s so afraid of what will happen if he Truly breaks tradition. the djinn is playing matchmaker, and somehow for both sides.

act 1 ends on tzeitel and motels wedding day, where perchik breaks another tradition in public to dance with hodel. the celebration ends abruptly when the russians swing by for a quick pogrom and destroy all of the poor family’s gifts.

the second to last song in act 1 is called “sunrise, sunset” and man. it’s from the parent’s perspective, watching their kids on their wedding day, and then from perchik and hodel, hoping that someday they can get married too. and i am just thinking about nandor and marwa and their shitty ass relationship and guillermo and freddie and s4e10 sunrise, sunset “baby colin reaches that awkward age.”

i am so scared

[dark-muse-iris]

Mostly everyone has left the ff writing community I think? or the fandom so I don’t read as much as I used to. (Irrelevant but I’ve kind of moved on to manwha’s) there’s still some very good authors here but idk any new ones or what’s popping in the ff community at the moment

But I still read bts fanfiction i had a prof who encouraged us to read and write (I can’t write for shit.) fanfiction so I don’t think I’ll ever stop? if you were to write ff I will read it of course I really enjoy your writing you’re one of my fave authors I think fics like It’s Enough & The Lord Taketh Away are my faves

I know my feedback is meh sorry but I hope it help a lil

This feedback helps a lot actually! I think you're probably one of maybe 5 people who considered It's Enough to be a fave. That fic came and went with almost no feedback so I assumed no one wanted to read marital angst. That fic is actually more relevant to present time than it was when it came out.

I don't know what's happening community-wide because I don't like drama and tend to call out shitty behavior in group settings. Holding people accountable made me enough enemies that I used to get blocked by writers I've never met. So years ago I gave up on trying to fit in here as a creator and focused on the handful of friends I have who remain active online. I also run a couple Discord servers now, one of which I use to talk about k-pop.

I miss talking to you guys a lot, but without uploads no one interacts here (and that's on me). Most weeks I want to share shit posts and things going on with me or do k-pop throwback nostalgia posts, but so many doom-scroll now that I don't know if it's the best way to spend my creative time.

There are still several active writers around here, but many of the old veteran writers who were active circa 2017 when I started have either transitioned to AO3 or original fiction. Others left because tending to their personal lives and health was more important than trying to write for a community that was increasingly impatient. I think some made farewell posts. I don't blame them for leaving; I left for over a year because the harassment made me regret writing fluff and I was being stalked online here. A couple of people left and returned from what I can see.

I think the best way to find new writers is to use Ao3 and search by release date. You can find active uploaders that way and then check their profile to see if they shared their handles for Tumblr or Twitter. I got more feedback on Ao3 in the last two years than I have here, so when it's time to share new writings I'll be focused there and only using this site for advertising and mail.

[euphoricfilter]

Gifs of jk! Ooh, so many recs! I'll try to check them out. I need to find articles to read and write 2-3 paras for a self-made question for class rn and submit by tmr night so hm lol. I did maybe 25% for reading idk. Can't really find stuff relevant to my question for long stuff. idk bc my prof was so vague and gave ex of 6 long articles or 30 short ones like what? ugh. Should work on that lol. YES LOVESICK! that's the soulmate fic without a pull I was talking about. Their concept is so unique so its interesting! Cant wait to see if mc will escape or fall in love with them or what. The stalking/letters were very creepy. Tae being the start of it lol.

-🖤

SCREAMING I JUST DESCENDED JEON JUNGKOOOOOKK 💜😋

i’m so glad i took a year out, if i was in uni right now i think i would have just disappeared off the face of the earth i do not have the mental capacity right now to deal with another straight 3-4 years of school

good luck with your work though :( i would offer help but my knowledge in most subjects is super limited unless it’s like bts or uhhhhh crochet, those are my only 2 personality traits and i barely remember the last 4 years of my education. actually i used to like history and my psychology grades were decent…

i used to wanna bash my head against the table when you’re given super vague tasks, i over think a shit ton so i always worry i’m doing something wrong 😭 and then i get super stressed out

ahhhh you’ve read lovesick too!!! i beginning to think we share a braincell!

ahhh part of me hopes the m/c escapes but also yandere soulmate! bangtan 😋

YUH THE LETTERS WERE CREEPY it was hard trying to figure out which gifts/ coloured envelopes were from who but that one scene in hobi’s chocolate shop where they all ratted each other out was kinda funny