#smart math assistant

[furiouslovepolice]

Dear Math Calculator - Best Calculator for School Students

[roseband]

.....also i had to have a conversation with michael last night in the middle of this bullshit that was like "yeah no shit you're worthy of ur job and income level" (he and i are one promotion (either of us) from jumping from middle to upper middle class status with household income)

cuz like i do not know what his trash parents have said to him

but like "im not smarter than others.....im not that good at math so i dont deserve"

my dude, we met at a math specialized hs, you were good enough at math at the math school to have the math assistant principal write your recommendation letters for ur college level math school, and u literally took all the math and physics offered at the math high school because u were just that good at math???? and.....you took what usually is college sophomore math, as a hs junior, ur fucking good at math, shut up lmao

[changenamelater]

Give me good at math Steve. Maybe he’s dyslexic and words never made sense and always swam away from him, but numbers? He can memorize formulas, he can recognize patterns.

I feel like it would add so much dimension to his character. I always like it in fic when they write Steve knowing a second language, or playing an instrument because I feel like the fandom has taken this idea that Steve is incompetent and ran with it. He’s incredibly clever, and sarcastic (a sign of intelligence btw), and snarky. He thinks quickly, is it well thought out? Not always, but that’s just his lack of self preservation skills. People can be smart and idiots at the same time, they can have their strengths and I wish that was portrayed more in fic and fandom.

So let him be good at math. Let him just be able to make sense of it. Show him tutoring El and assisting Lucas and Max when Mike and Dustin seem too condescending or intimidating or bitchy.

He’ll be bitchy too, but in an understanding way, because he knows what it’s like to struggle with something others find simple.

Also give us a scene where Mike or Dustin find out and flip their lids PLEASE

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which paige finally meets her match

warning : sexual content included - minors do not interact

everyone thought paige bueckers had a type.

cheerleaders.

blonde, brunette, redhead—it didn’t matter, as long as they were on the sidelines, flipping and shouting and smiling under the friday night lights. by the end of her sophomore year, she had dated three, maybe four? no one kept count anymore. the campus just knew one thing: paige was a player. not in the toxic way—she was too charming, too respectful—but definitely in the way that made you roll your eyes when you heard another cheerleader say they were “just friends” with her.

so, naturally, when junior year rolled around, and the basketball season kicked off, people started taking bets on who’d be next. paige had just come back from a minor injury, her energy was electric again, and her instagram comments were flooded with flame emojis and thirst.

but she wasn’t looking at the cheerleaders.

she was looking at you.

and you weren’t even remotely close to being in her world.

you were a teacher’s assistant for an upper-level stats course. glasses, tucked-in shirts, always a little too many books in your arms. people noticed you, sure—but it was because you were the reason half the athletic department was passing their classes, not because of anything remotely romantic.

so when paige bueckers started showing up in the library on your shifts, it was... confusing.

the first time, she leaned over your desk and gave you that signature lopsided grin.

“hey, nerd.”

you didn’t even look up. “hey, cliché jock.”

her laugh echoed through the quiet room. she pulled out a chair and dropped into it like she owned the place. “i need help.”

“with math or self-awareness?”

“math. for now.”

you sighed, finally meeting her eyes. god, she was pretty. unfairly so. but you knew her type—and more importantly, you knew she didn’t date girls like you.

“fine,” you said, pulling your laptop closer. “but this doesn’t mean i’m letting you copy.”

that should’ve been it. a one-time thing. but paige kept coming back.

it started once a week.

then twice.

then you found her waiting for you outside your lecture hall, spinning a basketball like she was born doing it.

you raised an eyebrow. “stalking isn’t cute.”

“who says i’m stalking? maybe i’m expanding my interests.”

“oh yeah? into what?”

she shrugged. “smart girls with killer sarcasm.”

you tried not to blush. you failed.

you weren’t easy.

paige figured that out real quick. she flirted shamelessly—complimented your handwriting, brought you coffee with your exact order (“i guessed, but also i may have asked your barista”), and even showed up to your book club once, awkwardly squeezing into a circle of english majors discussing pride and prejudice.

you knew what she was doing.

she was trying.

and for the first time, it felt like paige bueckers wasn’t chasing someone for the fun of it. she was chasing you because she wanted you.

but you weren’t going to let her in just like that.

“i’m not a cheerleader,” you told her one night. you were sitting on the steps outside your dorm, the air cool and quiet, your coffee between your hands.

paige sat beside you, her knees brushing yours. “no shit ma.”

“i mean it,” you said. “i’m not going to be some girl you date during the season and forget after finals. i don’t... do casual.”

paige was quiet for a second. then: “what makes you think i want casual with you?”

you gave her a look.

she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “okay, yeah. i used to be that girl. freshman year, sophomore year... i didn’t care about anything except hoops and distractions. but you’re not a distraction.”

that surprised you. “then what am i?”

she leaned in, her voice lower, softer. “you’re the reason i want to be better.”

and just like that—you were ruined.

but you still made her work for it.

paige showed up to your study groups and brought snacks for everyone. she helped you carry your books when your arms were full. she asked questions during your tutoring sessions—not dumb ones, either, real ones. she listened.

she started quoting random facts you’d mentioned in passing.

“you remembered i like obscure 19th century poetry?”

“i’m literally memorizing your syllabus.”

and when she took you to a quiet, hidden spot in the rec center—just a dusty rooftop with fairy lights she’d strung herself—you realized she wasn’t just chasing.

she was falling.

hard.

her teammates noticed. so did her fans. rumors swirled — paige’s next cheerleader must be real lowkey. but they were wrong.

because she didn’t look at anyone else like she looked at you.

you, on the other hand, tried to keep your distance. you didn’t want to be another name in her highlight reel of exes. you didn’t want to fall into something temporary.

but paige was persistent — and when she asked you on a real date, voice surprisingly nervous, you couldn’t say no.

“this is our first date,” she announced, holding the door open to a neon-lit arcade just off campus.

“i feel like i’m in a 90s movie,” you said, glancing around. “are you going to win me a stuffed animal too?”

“only if you beat me at something,” she smirked. “which, good luck.”

she took you straight to the basketball game, of course. the kind with hoops lined up and timers counting down.

“go on, brainiac. show me your form,” she teased.

you narrowed your eyes. “fine. prepare to be amazed.”

you made two shots. clumsily. the third one bounced off the rim and knocked the ball back at your face. paige was dying laughing.

“okay, okay,” she said through giggles. “that was adorable. move aside.”

she stepped up, casual as ever, and made every shot with ease. like her body was designed for it. like it was natural.

“you’re disgustingly good at this,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“i know,” she said, tossing her final ball and hitting nothing but net. “but you’re cuter.”

you stared at her, heart skipping.

that night, after hours of games and laughter and little moments that made your stomach flip, she walked you back to your dorm. the world felt quieter. her fingers brushed yours.

“can i kiss you?” she asked, voice low.

you nodded. and when her lips met yours, it was slow, patient, like she was kissing you not for the first time — but like she’d been waiting for it for a long time.

the night she asked you to be hers, it was raining.

you were leaving the library, hoodie soaked, muttering to yourself about broken umbrellas, when you saw her.

paige was standing by the bike racks, drenched, holding a bouquet of crushed tulips in one hand and a note in the other.

“i was gonna wait until after your shift,” she said sheepishly. “but... the weather sucks and so does timing, so—hi.”

you stared at her. “you look like a drowned rat.”

“i feel like one. but also, maybe the happiest drowned rat ever, if you say yes.”

“to what?”

she held up the note. “to this.”

you took it, opening it with shaking hands.

“will you be mine? (also, i swear i’m done with cheerleaders.)”

you laughed, then looked at her. really looked at her.

this girl, who had the entire school at her feet, was dripping wet and waiting on you.

“only if you promise to never call me ‘nerd’ again.”

paige grinned. “deal.”

you stepped forward, cupped her face, and kissed her right there in the rain.

paige asked if she could come over — “just to unwind,” she said. you hesitated, but curiosity got the best of you.

it started with paige kissing your shoulder.

you were lying in your bed, tangled up in the soft sheets of your dorm, the fairy lights casting a warm glow over the room. rain tapped gently against the window—because somehow, the universe always gave you rain when things felt too big to put into words.

you had been reading. a book on your chest, glasses slipping slightly down your nose. paige had her head on your lap, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your thigh. neither of you had spoken in a while, but there was no need to. the silence between you had long stopped being awkward.

then she shifted.

lifted herself up, leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to the skin just beneath your collarbone.

you looked down at her. “what are you doing?”

she smiled, slow and sure. “memorizing you.”

your breath caught in your throat.

her kisses trailed up your neck, feather-light, until she was hovering just over your lips. you could see the flicker in her eyes—desire, but deeper than that. adoration. like you were something sacred.

“is this okay?” she whispered.

you nodded, fingers finding the edge of her hoodie, sliding beneath to touch the warm skin of her back. “yeah,” you breathed. “i want you.”

that was all she needed.

she kissed you like you were air—like she had been holding her breath for months and only now was allowed to breathe. her mouth was soft, slow, worshipful. she kissed with intention, with emotion, with something that made your stomach flutter and your chest ache.

her hands moved gently, slipping beneath your shirt, sliding it up until she could lift it over your head. she looked at you like she’d never seen anything more beautiful.

you felt vulnerable—but safe. entirely safe.

“god,” she whispered, kissing the swell of your breast. “you’re everything.”

you tugged at her hoodie. “take this off.”

she did, tossing it aside, revealing the toned warmth of her body. you ran your fingers down her arms, over her shoulders, feeling the strength there—the same strength that made her a force on the court. but with you, she was gentle. careful.

she kissed her way down your body, leaving a trail of heat that had your thighs trembling before she even reached them. you watched her settle between them, kiss the inside of your knee, then your thigh, and then higher.

“paige...” you whispered.

“i’ve thought about this,” she murmured, her voice low, her breath hot against your skin. “so many times.”

then her mouth met you.

and god.

her tongue was soft at first, slow and exploratory—like she was learning every part of you, tasting you, savoring you. you tangled your fingers in her hair, gasping softly as she dragged her tongue along your folds, circling your clit just right. she moaned into you when she felt you respond, like you were the one driving her crazy.

and then she slipped a finger inside you—so carefully, watching your face, making sure she wasn’t too much. you arched your back, breath catching.

she moved in perfect rhythm—her mouth and fingers in sync, like she was composing something. like your body was a song she already knew the melody to.

you couldn’t even form words.

just soft moans and whimpers of her name. her name, over and over.

when you came, it wasn’t loud. it wasn’t wild.

it was intimate.

you clenched around her fingers, hips trembling, heart pounding so hard you thought she might feel it from across the room. but she stayed with you the whole way through—kissing your thighs, your stomach, your lips—until you were grounded again.

she pulled you into her arms, whispering, “you okay?”

you nodded, your cheek pressed to her bare shoulder. “more than okay.”

she kissed your forehead, your temple, your nose.

“i meant what i said,” she whispered. “you’re not a distraction. you’re the reason i’m not afraid to feel anymore.”

you curled into her, fingers tracing shapes on her skin. “you’re really soft for a player.”

she smirked. “only for you.”

the morning after, you woke up to a photo paige had posted on instagram.

it wasn’t overly romantic — just the two of you, laughing in front of the arcade basketball game. your eyes were half closed, cheeks flushed from smiling too hard. paige had her arm slung around you casually, but there was no mistaking how close you were.

caption: “she beat me… barely ❤️”

and the heart emoji? yeah. people noticed.

within an hour, the comments were flooded.

“wait… who’s this?” “not a cheerleader for once?” “damn. nerd girl wins.” “w player finally settled?”

the campus was stunned.

the player? the queen of the court? dating the nerdy ta?

twitter exploded. memes were made. some people called it fake, others said you had bewitched her with your brain.

but you didn’t care.

because when paige laced her fingers through yours, sat beside you in the cafeteria instead of with her team, and proudly introduced you as her girlfriend?

you knew it was real.

and slowly, so did everyone else.

she was still the same paige—confident, cocky, intense on the court. but around you, she softened. she brought you flowers just because. let you read to her while she stretched after practice. kissed you like you were the only thing that ever made her nervous.

and you?

you let her in.

you loved her.

even if she was terrible at poetry.

[daylighted]

all i can think about is frat boy dean whos dating his nerdy little girlfriend and comes over to her dorm when shes studying and shes like struggling but dean tries to help her study even though he doesnt know shit😭 and then hes like “yeah i have no idea what im even saying” while hes trying to explain random crap

anyways ur theme is so cute!!

all of the classes dean was in, she was in the advanced placements for, pretty much an entire year above him. she was so damn smart that dean sometimes felt like she was humbling herself being around him and choosing him, especially in instances like this, where she'd asked him to study with her, and he realized quickly he does not know how to study properly.

"well, see," he's half leaned over her shoulder, chin resting in the little notch between her neck and arm, "the data's gotta have the answer. wouldn't be part of the question if it didn't."

dean did not have a clue what he was looking at. a table chart with so many numbers. a paragraph above it explaining the numbers and adding additional data. the practice question wasn't even multiple choice; who did that?

her smile is slow, and dean knows that again, he's said the wrong thing. but if there's one thing dean does know how to do, is dig his own grave. "like, math, right?" it was science. chemistry. whatever. "take all the numbers, add 'em up, get the average..."

well, now her eye was twitching, like a parent barely refraining from taking the pen and doing the problem themselves. dean's starting to stutter over his explanation. technically, she did ask for this, asking him for assistance, so... "then multiply the average by the number of sections on the chart. with all those steps, it's gotta be the way, baby, trust."

his beautiful, intelligent, quiet girlfriend did not say a word to argue. instead, she did something worse, and took her pretty pen out of his hand and moved the paper in front of her again. the silence was overbearing. now dean had completely abandoned his books and wanted to see this damn problem through, just out of his own disbelief. they made questions like this? without multiple choice? and all these numbers?

he, in fact, does not shut up, even as she's writing numbers and scribbling them out and repeating. "yeah, babe, to be honest? don't know what the fuck i'm saying."

"i know." two words, and she'd managed to dismantle the fragile confidence he had in chemistry-related things. "but thank you for trying to help in your own way."

she might as well have just stabbed him. "just doin' my job, pretty lady," dean saluted her, tipping his baseball cap at her before plucking it off his head and spinning it around. front facing meant business, backwards meant party. he deserved a party after the couple of braincells in his head had sparked and fizzled out. "hey, how 'bout this," the mischief in his smile is absolutely diabolical considering he was really just starting to hinder you more than anything, "every question either of us get right, we take somethin' off?"

her eyebrows raise. "you're gonna be fully clothed and i'm gonna be naked if we do that."

dean leans in to steal a kiss, that devilish grin still on his mouth. "that's precisely the point. get t'solvin', pretty lady."

she wasn't going to argue. especially not when he used precisely right in a sentence.

[latenightdaydreams]

Hiiii! I really adore your writing and I’ve literally binged all of it 💕💕💕💕

I was wondering if you could do a story on Loser/Nerd! König kinda like tutor but it’s a girl who asks for help who generally has a crush on him and adores him and she’s all sweet and kind to him. Like all lovey dovey and affectionate!

I hope you have a good day!!!!💕💕💕💕

Thank you!! 💖💖

Nerd!König X Soft!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, v-card loss

2.5k word count

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You sit in class and look over at König, the tall Austrian student that recently moved here. His blonde hair is always unkept and his eyes tired. There is an aura about him that pulls you to him like a magnet. While he tries to appear stoic and mysterious, you see him casually peering over at you. A curious look in his eyes as he analyzes you.

Both of your eyes meet for a split second before he spins his head, looking back at the whiteboard. Your gaze lingers before you look straight ahead as well. Once class ends, König stands quickly, his long legs assisting him in fleeing the lecture hall quickly. You watch, blinking, as he fades away into the hall.

It’s right after statistics class, so you knew he’d be going to the library to work on the assignments we’ve been given; assignments you need his help with. That’s not the only reason you want to find him though…

With one deep breath, you decide to go through with your plan and approach König. You walk casually though campus as you mentally hyper yourself up. Other than sharing glances, you’ve not talked to König. What if you simply forget how to speak?

König sits with his air pods in while he works on equations using his iPad. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, he tries his hardest to go unnoticed; sitting in the back corner of the library. He is unaware that he has eyes on him, your eyes.

His sky-blue eyes look up and meet yours as you approach him. König looks around. Maybe you’re meaning to approach someone else? Even lost in confusion, he can’t resist but to glance at your body as you walk. You’re shaped perfectly, exactly his type. The fluid motion of your curves and breasts bouncing pulls him in. Then you stop right in front of him. With one hand, he takes an air pod out and places it back into the case.

“Hi!” You struggle to conceal the delight on your face as you finally get to speak to König.

“H-hallo.” König looks confused. Are you going to yell at him for always checking you out?

His accent is so dreamy. You think to yourself.

“I’m y/n. We have the same math class together.”

“Ja, I know who you are.” He sits back, wondering what this is about. The struggle to keep his gaze above the neck is real.

Without saying anything, you pull a chair next to him and sit. He looks down at your small size as you sit there. The tension in the air between you two is so thick you could feel it consume the surrounding room both.

“I was wondering um—” A rush of nervousness floods through you. “I know you’re amazing at statistics. Incredibly smart.”

Your sentence pauses as you take a moment to get lost in his eyes. The way you are gazing at him is as if you’ve already fallen in love. His cheeks go red as he looks at you.

“Well, I guess I just wanted to ask if you’d have time to tutor me?”

König let your question hang in the air for a few seconds as he looked at you. Have you always looked at him like this? He realizes he wouldn’t know because he avoids eye contact with you. Maybe tutoring wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I can.” He says simply trying to not let it show how excited he was to spend time with you.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am—”

“I’ll be by your dorm room by noon.” You say with a large smile and turn to walk away.

König just sits there with his mouth hanging open as you walk away from him. A thousand thoughts running through his mind all at once. He quickly packs up his bags and goes to his dorm to clean it up for your arrival; he doesn’t want you to think he’s a slob.

The next day at 11:59 am, you knock on his door. When König answers you smile up at him and hold out a Tupperware container. He gazes down at you and cautiously grabs it from your hands as he steps aside to let you in.

“They’re homemade Jelly Donuts. I saw in Austria they’re really popular so I figured it would make a nice thank you gift.” Your voice is cheery, hoping he likes them.

König’s eyes light up as he opens the container to see six donuts carefully lined up and dusted with powdered sugar. He picks one up and takes a bite. His eyes flutter closed and he nods, enjoying the sweet apricot jam in the middle.

You can’t help but to smile as you watch him enjoying himself. A light dusting of powdered sugar covers his lower lip. Without a second though you use your thumb to gently glide across his lip, cleaning it for him.

“You had a little sugar.” You giggle as he looks at you. His heart thumps inside of his chest.

As he enjoys his donut your eyes look around his dorm room. König watches you as you do, feeling nervous that you might mock his collection of Gundam models that he’s spent hours building. Instead, you gravitate to one of the models of Beargguy.

“You have a Beargguy gunplay?  I think he’s so adorable! I have the pink one built.”

Did she just say gunplay? She’s perfect. He thinks to himself.

“Um yeah, I have the panda one too. I just haven’t built him yet.” König says, whipping the powdered donut dusting from his fingers onto his jeans.

“Maybe when we are done with tutoring me you can give me a tour of your models?” You smirk as you sit on his bed.

König doesn’t know what to say other than nod and agree. Dirty thoughts flood his mind as he watches you sit on his bed so casually. How would it feel to touch your skin? Kiss your lips? He shakes his head and walks over to his iPad and textbooks so he can start tutoring you.

He sits on his bed next to you, his knee bumps with yours, causing you to feel a rush of excitement being so close to him. The same rush travels through his body. There is a tension he is trying to ignore as he fumbles open his iPad.

As he does, your eyes are glued to his face. His blue eyes look stunning as they read over notes on the screen in front of him. Your eyes watch as he uses his fingers to scroll and tap. Without a second thought, you reach your smaller hand over to his knee and rub.

König’s eyes drift from the screen down to your hand on his. He swallows, but there is no movement to push your hand away, but there is a rush of heat to his groin. Finally, he turns his head, his blue eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I think you’re really amazing.” You say in a soft tone while being physically more forward.

König turns to you, his eyes roaming up and down your body before coming back to your face. This is his moment, the change he’s been waiting for. His hand comes up and cradles your face in his hand. The feeling of your hand moving up from his knee to his thigh causes his cock to get hard. A girl has never touched him this way.

His blue eyes darken as his pupils expand from arousal. You lean in and kiss his lips gently at first, waiting to see if he will reject you. As you pull back from the kiss, you look at König, awaiting his reaction.

König leans in and kisses you again. His kiss is needy, instantly opening his mouth against yours. You reciprocate and open your mouth, your tongue reaching out to swirl around his. A low guttural groan leaves his lips as your hand reaches for his erection. He pulls back from the kiss to look down at your hand as you grab him over the fabric of his jeans and jerk him slightly.

“Y/n…” He moans before kissing you again.

You kiss him back before pulling away and kiss his neck, gently licking his pale skin. It only adds to the euphoric feeling of you touching his cock. His hands go to his jeans and unzip them, releasing his leaky cock for you to grab.

A soft moan leaves his lips as he feels your smaller hand wrap around his shaft. He gazes down as you pull his foreskin back, jerking him off. Little droplets of precum trail down onto your hands, acting like lubrication and assisting in your motions.

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You whisper as you drop to your knees in front of him.

His eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, he can feel his cock twitch as you kneel in front of him. Your hand moves down to the base of his shaft as you lean forward to put the head of his cock in your mouth.

You suck lightly, eyes meeting König’s to watch his reaction. As you lower your head down further on his cock, König lets out a whimper. He tosses his iPad aside to get comfortable as you suck off his cock. He gently runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing slightly. He gently helps you through the motion, bobbing your head on his cock for you.

Loud sucking sounds fill the room, like music to his ears. He watches as spit forms at the corners of your mouth and spills down his cock. Your full lips wrap so perfectly around him. He lets out a shaky breath as he drops his head back. You let out a soft moan on his cock, the hum vibrating through him.

You pull your head back with a pop off of his cock, eagerly your tongue runs up and down his erection. His hand moves away from your head as he leans back on the bed.

“I want to fuck you…” He whispers, almost as if he didn’t really mean for you to hear him. You did.

Without a second thought you stand up and begin to strip your clothing off. König’s eyes widen as you do. He feels like now he should be honest with you because what if he’s bad?

“I’m…I’ve never been with someone before.”

“That’s okay, I can teach you.” A small smile of pride on your face for being his first intimate experience.

König follows your lead and undresses completely. You haze over his body, slightly chubby but you can tell he’s extremely strong. He stands looking over your naked body, his eyes zeroing in on the small bush covering the mound of your cunt.

“How…do we start?”

“We can start simple. Do you want me to ride you or you on top?”

His eyes move as if he is deep in thought. The idea of watching your breasts bounce wild as you ride him sounds amazing, but he’d probably cum faster from the visuals mixed with the pleasure. “I want to be on top.”

“Okay.” You crawl on the bed, ass up in the air as you go to his pillows and lay down.

König moves on to the bed with you, his enormous frame approaching yours. His eyes drop down between your legs as he kneels in front of you on the bed. A pussy. Your pussy. He’s always wanted to know what you smell like, taste life. He lowers himself slightly while his hands pull your legs apart more.

König flicks his tongue out and licks your folds lightly. His eyes dart up to yours to see your reaction. You nod, encouraging him. He presses his face closer and takes a longer swipe with his tongue and…my god. After one taste, he couldn’t stop. Not a thought in his mind as he buries his face between your pussy lips, lapping at your folds and missing your clit.

“Go up more.” You instruct him. “Like the little hood area.”

He moves his tongue up, flicking it quickly. Your eyes flutter and legs begin to twitch. König realizes he’s making you feel good. It excites him like no other. He doesn’t stop as soft moans begin to leave your lips freely. His eyes stay locked on yours as his lips begin to thrust into the mattress beneath him to get friction.

“You taste so sweet.” He says quickly before diving back down between your thighs.

A small smirk appears on your lips before another moan comes out. You gaze down at him and comb your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well.” The way you say it with a tone of desire lights the fire within him.

“I’m sorry, I want to feel you so badly.” He says as he pulls away from your core and moves his body between your legs.

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds and feels himself shutter at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. His eyes are down gazing at your folds spread open for him. He leans down and kisses your breast shyly before kissing your lips.

“Can I—”

“Yes.”

König gazes back down at your pussy as he watches his cock get swallowed by your cunt squeezing him. His eyebrows pinch from the orgasmic feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. A loud moan escapes his throat as he fully shoves his cock into you.

“Oh fuck!” He groans loudly as he pulls back and slams into you again.

The feeling he’s giving you is euphoric as you gaze up into his eyes. He watches as your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his motions. A melody of pleasure leaves your lips encouraging his speed to quicken.

He gazes down at the creamy streaks your sweet pussy is leaving behind and his cock. You look like a perfect angel beneath him. The look of pleasure on your beautiful face is something he wishes to see over and over.

“König!” You moan out as your nails dig into his arms.

Hearing you moan out his name was just too much. König leans back and grabs your legs, spreading them wide apart. He thrust into you quickly, losing his rhythm and just chasing his orgasm that’s quickly building.

With one final hard thrust, he slams into you and leans over your back. His lips needily finding yours, kissing you as he cums into your pussy. You can feel his cock throbbing as you rock your hips against his. König pants and rests his heavy body on yours, pressing you into the mattress.

“I’m sorry…” he says panting, “I didn’t make you cum.”

“It’s okay.” You kiss his neck and caress his sweaty back. “It was your first time.”

He shakes his head, pulling out. “I want to make you cum.”

König looks into your eyes as he parts your legs and drops onto his stomach. With the adrenaline of having just lost his virginity, he takes his time this time. He kisses down your thighs, softly biting your supple flesh. His eyes drawn to his white cum leaking out of you.

“You’re so perfect.” König says to you as his lips get closer to your cunt. “Be mine. Bitte.”  

[sturn3]

inspired by wednesday's video! matt in his slutty glasses.

nerdy! matt x experienced! reader

warnings: male receiving (oral) ,kissing, making out ,curse words, 18+ !!!!!

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ sitting across from matt at his kitchen table trying to focus on your school work was almost impossible. his unbuttoned shirt with his silver chain peeking underneath teasing you in the worst way possible, his glasses accentuate his blue eyes even more ,making his gaze intimidating. safe to say, you couldn't help but clench your thighs at the sight.

him being so smart and kind to offer to help you with your math homework didn't help. it made you want him even more. his whole good boy persona was really turning you on. unlike anyone else you've been with. lost in your thoughts of what you'd let him do to you or what you'd do to him, you didn't initially hear what he was saying.

"y/n? did you get it? i can explain it again if you'd like." he said, and your heart truly melted at his kindness. only if he knew what you were thinking about instead. you retreated your eyes at him and hummed in agreement.

as he went on to explain further, you got an idea. lifting your foot to reach his leg under the table you began to make your way up to his crotch. suddenly, as he felt you his eyes widened and he completely started butchering up his words. you couldn't help but continue rub against him as you listened to his quiet whimpering. something that spurred you further to continue your actions.

"aw poor baby, you just need some relief yea? ever been touched like this?" ,you truly hope he'd say he'd never been touched like that. feeling some kind of posessiveness over him. wanting to teach him everything you can. "n-no. n-never." he said, a stuttering mess truly. that statement made you smile wickedly, you halted your movements and all you could hear was a whiny matt. aw. poor baby.

you got up and made your way to him, pulling him up by his collar, "your room was this way ,right?" you said as you dragged him along with you. you could feel his burning stare on your body. which made the sleek between your legs grow more. as soon as you reached his room ,you shut the door as he made his way onto his bed. you walked up to him and stood between his spread legs putting your hands gently on his shoulder and smoothing the material of his shirt. "what do you say i teach you something else in return ,huh?". you made him so shy. all he could do was nod. he wanted you to teach him everything. his hands dropping from your waist to your ass ,as you slowly started to straddle him.

all that could be heard in matt's room was your panting and heavy breathing. "tell me whenever you want to stop." you said. funny, he thought. he never wanted to stop with you. he didn't say anything, though. he just closed the gap in between you two and kissed you like he's never kissed anyone before in his life. well, he hasn't, but even if he had, he'd still give you his all as he's doing right now. lips smacking, hair pulling ,lip biting. everything got gradually rougher, as you got more and more desperate for each other. you had been both waiting for it since you started these stupid math tutoring sessions.

you were becoming more and more needy every second. grinding onto him, trying to achieve some kind of relief. you could feel everything in this position. him growing harder and harder as you continued your actions. "y/n ,i can't take it anymore. do something. please" that was music to your ears! a man so whiny and begging to be touched. how could you not comply. you slowly got off of him, and dropped to your knees. his blown out pupils looking hungrily at you, made you want to take him right then and there. so ,that's what you did.

you started slowly stroking him above his pants before fully unzipping his pants. he lifted up his hips to assist you from taking his pants off. then, he was left in his underwear. you smirked as you saw a wet patch on them from his dripping pre-cum. you wasted no time taking those off too. the sight before you almost made you gasp. it was truly the biggest dick you've ever seen. you could actually drool right now. as you were in a trance looking at it, matt brought you back on earth by begging to do something.

so, you took matters into your hands. you started slowly stroking him up and down ,breaking eye contact when he had to throw his head back in pleasure. you watched him fall apart before you. you decided it was time to finally take him in your mouth. so, you leaned in, taking all of it gradually, tears spilling out of your eyes and ruining your mascara. you could already feel him in the back of your throat. you managed to get used to it and started bopping your head up and down, bringing him closer to his high. his moans and few curse words that fell off his lips egged you on to continue your actions.

you pulled every trick you knew to make his first experience the best he could have. "fuck. fuck. fuck. i'm close." he said, which made you suck harder,faster, and twirl your tongue around it. suddenly, you felt his warm seed spilling inside your mouth. you swallowed every bit of it. he looked at you in awe. he had the best head he'll probably ever get in his life. all he wanted to do was to return the favor. but firstly, he pulled you close to him so he could kiss you a bit more. that was his new favorite thing to do. his addiction, if you will. both of you smiling into the kiss. "you're mine, now. you know that, right?" he said and you couldn't be happier as you hummed and replied "and you're mine." you couldn't help but kiss him again and again and again.

"okay, now get on the bed and spread your legs for me baby, yeah?" ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

first time writing suggestive content ,let me know how i did !!!

[autisticfaun420]

My thoughts

You can be smart and be high support needs.

You can be smart and struggle with basic care tasks.

You can be smart and be diagnosed with an intellectual disability, even if you struggle with reading writing and math.

You can be smart and sleep in an enclosed special needs bed for your safety.

You can be smart and need constant supervision.

You can be smart and need your toileting handled by someone else.

You can be smart and still have violent meltdowns.

You can be smart and still need government assistance.

You can be smart even if you were in sped your whole life.

You can be smart and still need a guardianship and/or Conservatorship.

You can be smart and nonverbal, even if you struggle with AAC.

You can be smart even if they told you your IQ is low, IQ is notoriously shit at measuring intelligence and why they use it in diagnostics is beyond me.

You can be smart and all these things and more.

You can be smart even if everyone else in the room will always think that you’re not cause of your disability.

These are all things I have seen or apply to me. Being emotionally smart is also a thing too. When I would have violent meltdowns in sped and would be yelled at or met with traumatic situations due to the teachers not knowing what to do, it was often my intellectually disabled classmates who knew how to talk me and caress me out of it and they were a hell of a lot smarter then the teachers in those moments. Don’t let people think you’re not smart for any reason and if you don’t believe you are take a good look at your strengths and come back.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Instead of like 'answering asks' or anything, I'm instead going to treat you to yet another MDZS AU because what the fuck do you expect from me at this point.

This AU starts with the Wens killing Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze. Wen Ruohan does it personally. Why? Well, like, I've been sort of going off the idea that Cangse Sanren was the only disciple of Baoshan Sanren's that had come off the mountain, and anyone taught directly by an immortal is a threat to Wen Ruohan's plans - Wei Changze was just collateral damage. ALSO, they aren't killed by like a night hunt or something because of this, meaning that Wei Ying is a bit older when they die, and meaning he's coming into his intelligence a bit more.

Wen Ruohan, who has just killed Wei Ying's parents, sees this intelligence and is like "an intelligent boy, with the beginnings of cultivation built off skills passed down from an immortal master? I'm thinking opportunity" and snatches up the six-or-seven year old Wei Ying to be his little pet project. Obviously, A-Ying has just been traumatised and I'm thinking he goes the trauma-blocking route so he just cannot remember how his parents died. When he's fed lies - 'nono, we saved you, A-Ying! Your parents died in a tragic accident' - of course he believes them!

In the Jiang Sect, Wei Wuxian often had to hold back his intelligence to dodge more abuse, and we see in fics where the Lan Sect take Wei Wuxian in that he can be more creative and open from a younger age. Thinking about this from the perspective of the Wens, I think that they would definitely facilitate Wei Ying's wilder thoughts (such as the guidao/modao) and honestly, Wei Ying would be so much more fucked up because of that. HOWEVER!! I'm thinking about all of this in the context of a Wei Ying who has been led to believe lies from this young age, one who believes that the other Sects are all evil for different reasons, and who believes that what he's doing isn't morally wrong.

Wen Ruohan is smart though, he knows that Wei Ying has some moral compass that forbids truly unlocking the wildest parts of such techniques, so he just lies a bit more. 'No, A-Ying! These are all willing volunteers, who believe in your cause!' Plus, such lies mean that Wei Ying feels more desperate to keep developing these cultivation theories/methods with every person who dies. There are people counting on him, who believe in his plans and ideas. Every life is a fuck up, a mistake on his part, something that could have been fixed if he just knew more, understood more! If he could help more people, it would mean something.

Also, I'm going to do another thing where Wei Ying basically adopts Xue Yang. It's like baby adopts another baby because (if my maths is mathsing + vibes) there's like five years between them, so Wei Ying takes on the gege role after he finds this little street rat (if Wei Ying is like...eleven at this point, Xue Yang is six, meaning we can avoid the fate of his pinky finger and also how he was taught that the world is awful for plot). It's basically like Wei Ying going "pllleeaaase!! I'll feed him and walk him and he can help me with my experiments" (less severe than when he grows up) and Wen Zhuliu, who is escorting him around, is like rationalising it all like "well...the assistant would allow for more efficiency, and Wei Ying would be training him..."

Wen Ruohan allows this for similar reasons, and also to solidify to Wei Ying that he's toootally not a bad guy! He helps out other little orphans in need, just look at *checks hand* Zu Xiang? Whatever. Him!! Meanwhile Wen Chao is over here all grouchy because A-Die's paying more attention to this fucking orphan than his own sons!! This leads to a one-sided feud between them, with Xue Yang making up for Wei Ying's ambivalence towards Wen Chao. Wen Xu doesn't really care about the urchins until he finds them fucking around with the weapons (Wen Rouhan forgot to teach them more than basic fighting) and is like "...children who actually care about fighting?? That aren't related to me or a threat to the title of sect leader??? Yeah, alright."

(This plot is more detailed with every passing thought so let me know if you actually want more :D)

[chronicallycouchbound]

Intelligence Doesn't Equal Morality

Intellect is rooted in ableist systems and stupidity and intelligence are pointless social constructs that don't relate to morals or character.

I try to be a pretty good person, I fight for human rights, I regularly engage in mutual aid, and I care for my community. I try to do the right thing and support causes I care about and make positive changes in the world.

But I also am not very smart. I have several neurodevelopmental disorders, as well as cognitive disabilities. I can’t do simple, basic math, it’s hard for me to remember facts or algorithms, I rely entirely on spellcheck and speech-to-text to write, I failed many classes in high school and I barely passed with a low GPA, I had low pSAT scores and I never took the SATs. I moved around a lot all through school starting in third grade, and I missed a lot of basic fundamentals in learning (like how to do division and multiplication) so when I went to a different school they had already passed it and expected me to know. After my TBI, I could barely read AFTER I was cleared from my “concussion” symptoms because letters and words would flip around and I’d get headaches. Which still happens sometimes.

A lot of people see me as smart because I've learned a lot of academic language and can formulate thoughts into cohesive posts. But I lack a lot of necessary skills and rely on my caretakers to assist me. Things like budgeting and planning are extremely difficult for me. If I need to do simple addition or subtraction, even with a calculator, I quickly get confused and struggle. I forget basic information about myself all the time, let alone other subjects. I'm talking, has to check my ID for my birthday type confused. Doesn't know my name or address or what year it is confused. It happens daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Being able to type out posts like this often takes weeks and many adaptive tools to get there. Focusing is extremely difficult on many fronts, severe chronic pain, ADHD, dissociation, fatigue, migraines, and TBI, are just some of the contributing factors. I struggle daily with many things because of my lack of intellect.

I’m also privileged in the fact that I had some access to education as a homeless youth, that I had some supports in place to help me (towards the end of school), that I was somewhat able-bodied at the time and could walk or bike to and from school when the school system didn’t provide transportation. I was fortunate to have a chance to succeed, and I’m proud that I graduated high school because it was a difficult task for me, and others often aren’t offered that chance or get accommodations. I almost didn’t and I dropped out many times before graduation. I passed on sheer luck and what little privileges I had. 

That all being said, me being stupid (reclaiming it here) doesn't make me a bad person. I don't hurt people because I can't do math. I may mess up things or get confused but it doesn't make me want to harm others.

We often (wrongfully) equate morals with intellect. Being ‘stupid’, ‘dumb’, or an ‘idiot’ doesn’t automatically make someone a bad person. Plenty of evil, awful, and abusive people are extremely intelligent. 

I see this most notably with people advocating for IQ tests to be able to vote. Often from left-leaning people, in hopes it'll make the right (that they view as unintelligent), unable to vote. The reality is, it just hurts some of our most vulnerable members of the community while not actively doing anything to restrict some of the most dangerous members of our community-- those who know what they're doing to harm others and deliberately doing so. My voice matters, and I speak up against injustice and participate in dismantling oppressive systems. Taking away my right to vote won't make the right stop oppressing minorities (which also puts a lot of faith into the two-party voting system, which is a post for another day).

Additionally, legislative measures that discriminate against intellectually disabled people such as IQ tests for voting are also rooted in racism and classism. 

Yes, education can be a vital tool when it comes to addressing discrimination and creating safer communities. But the kind of education that is measured with an IQ test (or any test) isn't the same. Building compassion and caring for others can (and should) happen at any IQ level. We can all practice this, we can all participate.

It harms our communities and stagnates our progress when we equate intelligence with high morals.

[mapofsouthdakota]

Maps headcanons

The LADS boys

🐰 - Happy Easter edition

Details: 3000ish words of Egg Hunt Easter with the flower boys—because I wanted to write something with their flowers and, well, this is what happened. It’s adult fluff, steam, a lil smut, and probably 18+? with the amount of implied notinoti going on. Cute Caleb, slightly Dom!Sylus (yum), artsy horni Raf, Dom!Xav absolutely ruining me (sorry Xav fans), and Zayne being sultry, smart, Dom-coded excellence. I went overboard again. Oops.

🧡Caleb

The egg hunt takes place in the garden of his home in Skyhaven—quiet, serene, all stone paths and soft grass, the scent of earth and spring carried on a gentle breeze. Crabapple blossoms drift lazily through the air, catching in your hair like confetti from another life.

Everything about the space feels familiar—not just because it’s beautiful, but because it’s a near-perfect replica of the garden you grew up in. Every path, every bloom, laid out with uncanny care. And you know he did it all himself. No assistants. No drones. Just Caleb, probably humming to himself with dirt on his hands, and the memory of your childhood laughter guiding every stone he placed.

“You still like a challenge, don’t you?” he says, offering you a woven basket with a wink. There’s dirt smudged across one cheek, and he’s never looked more boyish.

“Okey, Pip-squeak. First one to count the most wins.”

You both know he’s going to lose.

Because he wants to.

Still, you play along—ducking behind flowering hedges, peeking beneath garden stones, pretending not to notice the telltale red glint tucked exactly where you’d always go looking.

You find it just as the sun starts to dip, washing the whole garden in gold. Nestled under a soft cluster of fallen petals: a deep red egg, glossy and weighty. You lift it carefully. No rattle. No sound. Just a steady warmth in your chest, like something old coming home.

When it’s over, he tallies the numbers with a theatrical frown, counting aloud on his fingers like he’s never done math before.

“Well, well… looks like you win again,” he sighs, nudging your hip with his. “Unbelievable. I’m filing for a recount.”

You just roll your eyes. “Sure you are.”

Then you open the red egg.

Inside, cushioned in black velvet, is a small golden apple. Not a trinket. It’s heavy in your palm, warm from the sun. You twist it open.

Inside the apple:

A slim gold bracelet, delicate but sturdy, engraved with tiny crabapple blossoms that wind across the band like they’ve always belonged there.

Hanging from the chain is a small apple-shaped charm, a golden mirror of the one Caleb wears around his neck. On its underside, nearly hidden: a series of engraved coordinates. You don’t need to check. You know exactly what they mark. Your childhood home.

He stands behind you, arms sliding around your waist as he carefully fastens the bracelet on your wrist, fingers steady as they work the tiny clips. His chin settles on your shoulder, grounding you like he always has.

“I wanted you to find it on your own,” he says softly, lips brushing your hair.

You glance back, teasing. “And if I hadn’t?”

He hums a little laugh. “Then I would’ve kept it. Maybe worn it myself. Started a rumor. You know. Something casual.”

But then he leans in, closer—his voice low and thick with affection, a little smug and a little breathless.

“Happy Easter, Pip-squeak.”

You turn to meet his eyes—and he’s already looking at you like you hung every star in Skyhaven. Like you’ve always been the only thing he’s ever reached for.

His fingers graze your wrist, then trail down your arm to the small of your back, drawing you in until your hips brush. He plays with the chain around his neck—

“Hmm… I lost,” he murmurs, voice dipping low, almost a growl. “But I still walked away with the runner-up prize.”

His hand slides to your hip, eyes gleaming. “Think I’ll unwrap it now.”

Your breath stutters.

He watches you—eyes hungry, hands patient—and when he finally leans in, his lips press to yours in a kiss that says I know what I have, and I’ll never let go.

Because Caleb doesn’t only take what’s his.

He treasures it.

And you? You’ve always been the ultimate prize.

——————————————————————————

❤️Sylus

It starts with a vinyl playing in his penthouse.

Something sultry. Vintage. The kind of music that clings to your skin like smoke. The lights are low, the curtains open just enough to show the city spread out beneath him—like it’s his to command.

The air smells like burning cedar and something darker—like ozone just before a storm.

You step inside and find him shirtless in his boxing tank, hands still taped, sweat drying on his collarbone. He’s already pouring you a drink—of course he is.

Everything with Sylus begins before you know it has.

He doesn’t say anything about Easter. Not directly.

You set your glass down, and something shifts beneath it—too stiff, too smooth. Your fingers lift the base, and that’s when you see it: not a coaster, but a black envelope, edges crisp, the weight of it deliberate.

Sealed in red wax. Crow insignia glinting in the light.

You already know it’s for you.

Inside:

A slip of thick card stock. Heavy. Precise.

His handwriting slices across it like a blade:

You’ve got three minutes to find the egg. Don’t check the fridge. You’re not that lucky, kitten. —S.

You move through his penthouse like you’re casing it—carefully, efficiently, knowing better than to expect anything obvious. He watches you from the couch, legs spread, glass in hand.

You check the bookshelf—just paperbacks and dust. The organ bench is hollow, predictably empty. In the kitchen, you search cupboards, behind cans, above the fridge. The bedroom yields nothing: under the bed, inside drawers, the closet. Bathroom last—mirror, cabinet, even the toilet tank. Still nothing.

The record ticks on.

You find the egg in the base of his vintage turntable.

Where the vinyl weight should be.

Matte black. Big. Heavy. Cold.

You glance over your shoulder.

He’s perched lazily on the edge of the couch now, one brow lifted, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Congratulations,” he says, amused. “I was starting to think I’d have to instruct you.”

Inside Sylus’s Egg:

A jet-black satin ribbon. The fabric is thick, lush, and expensively embroidered with a barely visible damura flower curling at one end, delicate as breath. A small tag attached reads: “Every leash needs a willing neck.”

And wrapped in dark silk: a vintage vinyl EP, hand-pressed. No label, just a single etched note: “To be played when you’re moaning.” You already know it’s not available anywhere else.

He stands as you open it, silent, slow. No need to rush. He takes the ribbon from your hands, brushing your fingers like he’s sampling the idea of your pulse.

“Do you know what I like about you?” he murmurs, voice like smoke curling against your skin.

You lift a brow. “My charm?”

He smiles.

Sylus moves behind you, the egg forgotten, the vinyl humming low and lazy in the background. The ribbon tightens in his hand.

“You play the game,” he breathes into your ear, “knowing you’ll lose.”

His lips brush your neck.

“And you always look so damn good doing it.”

He loops the satin around your throat—not tight. Just enough. Just enough to feel. Just enough to claim.

His other hand slides down your side, resting at the dip of your waist.

“You gonna behave tonight?” he asks, voice dipped in velvet and teeth.

You whisper “no,” breath shaky.

He laughs—low, wicked, fond.

“Good kitten.”

The ribbon tightens.

The record skips once.

He pulls back just enough to look at you—really look at you—with that lazy, hungry grin, red eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly under the dim light.

“Let me guess,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the knot at your throat. “You thought the egg was the gift?”

He tilts your chin up, gaze sharp. His fingers trail down your spine like a blade drawn slow—and his mouth is already descending again, sharp with want.

And Sylus kisses you like he already knows how this track ends:

You.

On your knees.

His name in your mouth.

——————————————————————————

🩷 Xavier

You find it on your pillow, perfectly centered.

No ribbon. No note. Just a soft blue egg, smooth and faintly cool to the touch. The exact shade of the forget-me-nots blooming on your windowsill—the ones he brought you without a word two weeks ago.

You pick it up. It’s heavier than it looks.

And when you look up, Xavier is already in the doorway. Holding a bag of takeout in one hand and chewing slowly on a piece of meat he’s stolen from your box.

His shirt is rumpled, belt undone like he forgot to finish dressing halfway through a thought. His expression is unreadable. Calm.

“You found it,” he says, like he’s stating a fact about the weather.

He crosses the room, sits cross-legged at the end of the bed, and waits. For you to open it. For you to understand.

Inside Xavier’s Egg:

A pair of soft white bunny ears, wired just enough to be bent whichever way he wants. Light. Gentle. Deceptively innocent.

A tiny note, folded once. You recognize the handwriting—he only writes when something matters. “Wear these. Or don’t. I’ll put them on for you 🐰” Small and almost shy: a hand-drawn little bunny face. The ears are uneven. One’s flopped. It’s… devastatingly Xavier.

And tucked in a lavender silk pouch: a small metal plug with a white faux-fur bunny tail. Not a joke. Not a suggestion.

You look up.

Xavier’s watching you without blinking. He licks the last bit of sauce from his thumb, slow and thoughtless.

“It’s not candy,” he murmurs.

Then his voice dips—lower, rougher. Not quite a whisper. Not quite safe.

“But I want you to have a taste of it anyway.”

You ask—half teasing—if he means the toy.

He tilts his head, but he doesn’t answer.

Later, you kneel at the edge of the bed, dressed only in your sleepwear—soft, minimal, clinging where the heat still lingers low in your belly. The white bunny ears rest atop your head, a quiet dare. The air is still—but charged. That Xavier kind of quiet, where you know he’s watching before you ever hear him move.

You think you’ve done it right.

“Do you like the ears?” you ask, trying to keep it playful.

He blinks slowly from where he leans against the wall, arms crossed. Still. Unreadable.

Then—

“Come here.”

You hesitate. You always do, just a second too long.

“Closer.” His voice lowers, quiet and sure.

You crawl forward until you’re between his knees.

He reaches into the silk pouch that came with the egg, draws out the toy—the bunny tail, glinting with silver and sin. He holds it up between two fingers like it weighs nothing, like it’s a question.

But it isn’t.

His eyes stay on yours as he brings it to your lips—not forceful, just… watching.

“Taste it for me,” he murmurs.

You open your mouth. He slides the cool base in, slow, and his thumb brushes your bottom lip as he does.

“Good,” Xavier says softly, voice warm with approval. “Now we can start.”

And just before stepping away, he crouches down in front of you, one hand braced on his knee, the other still gently cupping your jaw. He leans in, close enough to steal your breath, and presses a kiss to your temple—so soft it almost doesn’t happen.

“Happy Easter.”

——————————————————————————

💜 Rafayel

The egg isn’t hidden.

It’s displayed—placed—on the windowsill of his seaside studio, kissed by gold light and the occasional curious glance from the seagulls. It’s wrapped in soft linen, hand-painted with flame lilies curling along its curve in graceful strokes. His signature. Bold and intimate.

You pick it up. The linen slips through your fingers like water. It smells faintly of sea salt and roses—the scent that clings to his skin when he’s been painting shirtless with the windows open, salt-touched and glowing.

“You found it,” Rafayel says from behind you. His voice is light, casual, but his gaze? It’s locked on your hands. On the rise and fall of your breath. On every flicker of anticipation he engineered.

“I didn’t think you’d come looking so early, cutie.”

You glance over your shoulder. “You put it where I eat breakfast, Raf.”

He shrugs, entirely unrepentant. “I wanted it to catch the light.”

Liar.

Inside Rafayel’s Egg:

A delicate rose-gold chain, strung with a single opal that glows faintly with iridescent shimmer—not jewelry for going out. Jewelry for coming undone.

A pair of sheer white thigh-highs, soft and glimmering, trimmed in silk ribbon.

And folded like something secret: a tiny sketch of you. Posing. Wearing only the necklace and the stockings. His handwriting loops across the bottom like a sigh: “For reference.”

Your voice stumbles out, breath caught. “You drew that from… memory?”

He leans over you, breath hitching as he traces your neck.

“Noo,” he breathes, lips ghosting your skin. “I drew it from desire.”

His nose graze the curve of your neck.

“Put them on,” Rafayel whispers, voice tight. “The stockings. The necklace. Please, cutie…”

You say nothing. Just reach for the buttons of your blouse, slipping each one loose with slow precision. The fabric glides off your shoulders, down your arms, pooling at your feet. You let your skirt fall next—soft as a sigh.

Rafayel doesn’t speak. You feel the weight of his gaze like a brushstroke on bare skin.

You step into the stockings one at a time, smoothing them over your thighs with careful hands, ribbon trim snug against warm skin. The necklace follows—a shimmer of rose-gold and opal settling at the base of your throat.

You inhale. Turn.

And Rafayel is already there, trembling fingers holding something delicate and glinting between them.

A tiara. Sculpted in fine gold with gentle curves—peaks that mimic the shape of soft bunny ears.

“May I?” he asks.

You nod.

And as he sets it gently atop your head, his voice barely a breath against your lips:

“You always were… Perfect for me.”

His breath catches as he traces the opal pendant against your chest—like he can barely hold the want inside him.

His fingers drift along your thigh, barely skimming skin—but it’s enough. You shiver. Goosebumps rise like a ripple across a canvas.

“Cutie,” he murmurs, voice fraying at the edges, “you’re already trembling… and I haven’t even painted you yet.”

You reach for him, instinctive. He catches your wrist, brings it lower.

He groans.

“Please… Hold still,” he says, voice low and almost shaking.

You shift slightly, adjusting the stockings.

His breath catches. “Just like that.”

His eyes rake over you—slow, stunned, greedy in a way that makes your skin prickle.

“You don’t know what you look like right now, do you?” he whispers, more to himself than you. “God...”

He takes a step back and picks up a brush, though it trembles faintly in his hand—his gaze flicking from the canvas to the way the thigh-highs kiss your skin, to the tilt of the tiara resting delicately on your head.

“My perfect Easter bunny.” A pause. Then, half-laughing, flushed:

“Spring should be jealous of you, cutie,” he breathes, brush frozen midair. “You make the whole season feel like an afterthought.”

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🩵 Zayne

You find it on the kitchen counter the morning after he stayed over.

A sleek white egg, tied with a silver ribbon and tucked carefully into your favorite porcelain teacup. Centered. Perfect. Clinical.

It’s so unlike him that you pause. But then again—Zayne doesn’t “do” cute.

Not unless he’s planning something.

Next to the egg, a folded sticky note. Neat handwriting. Not like a normal doctor’s scribble—Zayne’s penmanship is immaculate. Sharp. Controlled. Like he measures every letter before he lets it exist.

Don’t open it until after breakfast. —Zayne

So, naturally, you open it immediately.

Inside Zayne’s Egg:

A small tin of gourmet white chocolate, shaped like delicate jasmine blossoms. Pale, intricate, impossibly detailed. Impeccably made—and clearly not store-bought

And nestled at the very bottom: a pair of silken black bunny ears, smooth as a whisper, the fabric catching just enough light to shimmer like ink, and a handwritten note that reads: “Happy Easter. I don’t keep carrots in the house. Luckily, I know other ways to feed my bunny.”

Your breath catches. Heat flares in your chest—and lower.

You barely have time to reach for your phone before it buzzes.

ZAYNE: Knowing you, you opened it early. Of course you did. Put the ears on. I’m bringing dessert.

You’re wearing the ears when he walks in, precise as always—coat slung over one arm, gloves still on, expression unreadable.

He sets a small bakery box on the counter without a word. Removes his gloves. Unhurried.

“You didn’t follow instructions,” he says, as if logging it in your chart.

You start to reply—but he’s already in front of you. His hand comes to your throat. Not tight. Not rough. Just there—firm, like he’s checking your pulse through skin and heat.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, slow.

“You’re already worked up,” he murmurs, tilting your face up to his.

You nod. Small. Ashamed. Thrilled.

He exhales, deep and slow, like he’s letting go of restraint by degrees.

Then he steps back. Straightens his sleeves. His head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing.

“If the bunny’s hungry,” he says, slipping his tie loose, “I’ll feed it properly.”

You move. Slowly. The ears still perched in your hair, the soft weight of his words coiling down your spine. When you lie back on the bed, heart racing, his eyes follow every shift of your body.

He steps closer. Calm. Silent.

Takes his time.

Then, while his fingers brush lightly along your thigh—barely grazing, just enough to make you twitch—

“You know,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on you, “those ears are a little misleading.”

You try to speak, breath hitching.

He leans in, voice smooth:

“Bunnies don’t usually make this much noise when they’re touched.”

You gasp. He smiles—barely. The kind of smile that means he’s already thinking ten steps ahead.

“But I suppose,” he breathes, pressing a kiss just behind your knee, “you’re a rare breed.”

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Writer’s note: Happy egg hunt season, folks! I’m out here celebrating with totally imaginary egg hunts featuring the boiiis. I was lowkey hoping Infold would drop an egg hunt event, but alas—if you want eggs hidden, you gotta do it yourself. So I wrote it and added some spiiiice. Hope you enjoy my festive bois no matter who you main! Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

~ Loud Silence | 1 | JJK

Pairing: Doctor! Jungkook x Assistant! Fem! Reader

Summary: Your life was grey. Just like his thoughts, like his emotions, like his memories. And you ignored it all, the pain, the sadness, the unbearable silence... All because your heart told you to stay when your mind screamed at you to get away from the drowning force of Jungkook's obsession.

Warnings: ANGST, employer x employee, patients in a coma, medical terms, detachment, low self-esteem, diseases, symptoms, death, Jungkook is married, fluff?, yearning, child neglect? (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.6k words

A/N: Chapter 1 is here, darlings! I am so excited for this story and I hope you will like it as well. I'll do my best to keep updates as fast as I can but please be patient with me.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments, darlings! I'd love to hear from you!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

“Remember you have your fencing practice after your chinese lessons today. They were all moved an hour as Mr. Min had an impromptu. Then you’ll have your piano lessons at five instead of four sharp.”

Your words were met with a boring sigh and an acknowledged hum. Ji-hoon was busy with today's study material you had given him that morning. He sat at his desk, hunched over the textbook while a YouTube tutorial of the math problem he was solving was paused on the large screen of his computer. 

“Thanks, (y/n)”

His reply was dry, monotonous. Your heart clenched but you kept your straight face. Adjusting your posture, you lowered your tablet with Ji-hoon’s updated schedule and looked around his big room. The bed was made to perfection, the books on the large shelves were cleaned and organised and the curtains that often covered the ceiling-tall windows were open and the view of the gardens could be appreciated if only the boy would turn around and admire nature. 

You turned around, ready to leave Ji-hoon to his studies. The sound of your heels on the white polished floors filled your ears. It was a sound that was too loud, or maybe the room was too quiet. Instead of Ji-hoon’s animated storytelling of his day, he sat in silence contemplating his assignments, instead of the big screen in his room playing some sport as background noise, the smart TV was off. You didn’t remember the last time he had even turned it on. 

“(y/n)?”

You stopped. It had been the first time in days, maybe even weeks or perhaps months, since Ji-hoon had called your name with emotion. With the lace of doubt and vulnerability in his words. 

You turned around and watched as he leaned back on his chair but looked at you with doubtful eyes. His hands fidgeted with the pen more than usual and your heart sank at how nervous he looked. 

You tilted your head to the right, a subtle movement that seemed to bring him out of the lake that drowned his thoughts in doubts. Ji-hoon took a deep breath and you waited until he spoke. You didn’t pressure him. You never did. You already knew how much pressure the boy had, the weight he carried on his shoulders was one no fourteen year old child should carry. 

“Did you ask him? What did my father say?”

You blinked. Staring at Ji-hoon with the same monotonous gaze he already got used to when looking into your eyes. 

“You already have everything you need here. Your father doesn’t believe that you going to school would benefit you in any way.”

Ji-hoon turned back to his desk, his eyes downwards. The grip on his pen loosened and it pained you how soft his voice sounded when he spoke again. 

“Of course he doesn’t.”

His mumbled words pierced your heart. You wished there was something you could do to help him. To ease his loneliness that stood rooted in his heart. But that choice was not yours to be made. And so, you tilted your chin up, your grip tightening on the tablet in your hands. 

“Your father knows what is best for you, Ji-hoon.”

But the boy just scoffed at your words. For he was not sure whether to feel sad or disappointed or angry or frustrated. For he felt it all at once. You didn’t linger. Your steps echoed once more on the polished floor as you left the room that was too big for a teenage boy alone. 

Once in the hallway, you leaned back against the closed door. It pained you to see Ji-hoon so helpless when it came to decisions that concerned his life, his experiences, his memories. But it pained you more, that it had not always been like this. 

There had been a time where he had smiled, where he had laughed. 

The household had been happier. And yet, now all it was left of that happiness was the shadow of laughter in the wind. 

You walked down the large hallway, the lights hanging on the walls illuminated your features, your steps were calculated; monotonous. The house was big but silent. Your heart was lonely yet it still yearned. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows and as you turned left to descend down the large staircase, you paused. 

Looking over your shoulder, you looked at the portrait of Ji-hoon and his father, renowned doctor and scientist, Jeon Jungkook. And yet the boy was the spitting image of his mother. With a sigh, you turned away and continued your journey down the stairs. The ground floor was just as silent as Ji-hoon’s room and with quiet professionalism, you walked to your right, going into Jungkook’s study. 

You didn’t look at Jungkook’s piling paperwork on the desk, you didn’t pay attention to the already filled bin by the chair that was mostly empty. You didn’t dare look at the portrait of her. Jungkook’s wife. It was a painting he had commissioned after they had gotten married. A piece of art that now hung over the dry fireplace.

Seo-yun. 

A name that was once a blessing of the household was now a curse. You didn’t look at her portrait. You didn’t have to. That painting that looked like a mosaic was engraved into your heart due to Jungkook’s melancholy when he gazed upon it. 

Instead, you walked to the very back of the room and into the door Ji-hoon was forbidden from ever entering.

The warmth of the empty house, the soft colours of the walls and the faint smell of books vanished when you crossed that door. The lights were white, blinding in their nature. The smell of chloride and antiseptic reached your senses. Your heels announced your presence as you entered Dr. Jeon’s private lab. 

He was aware of you before you uttered a word. Jungkook sat on one of the stools, his posture rigid as he looked into the microscope once more. 

“Sir, the conference this Friday has been cancelled. Doctor Kim called, his flight was delayed and he will not make it so the board decided to postpone the event.”

Jungkook looked up at you, his gaze met yours. Calculating and monotonous. The lab was in pristine condition. A sea of exams and samples were on the table, all labeled accordingly. And yet the whiteboard that hung over one of the walls was filled with loose handwriting. Notes, thoughts, symptoms, hypothesis… Jungkook’s mind was plastered on that board. An organised chaos. The eye of the storm of his subconscious. And the contrast was big. Between his wild mind and blank stare, it almost felt like falling down a rabbit hole of confusion where nothing was clear and nothing was known. 

“Very well. Is there anything else I need to know?”

You straightened, letting your hands fall to your sides holding the tablet with your right hand. His stare was intense, dark compared to his pale skin. It had been some time since he went outside and allowed the sun to kiss his skin. 

“No, sir. Everything’s on schedule.”

He hummed. It was a deep sound that reverberated through your spine and tingled your nerves. Jungkook went back to look down at the microscope with the same indifference he lived his daily life. His hands were firm when he adjusted the lenses, his jaw was tense while he scribbled away notes and observations on a notebook at his right. 

You wanted to speak, to ask him so many things. But you didn’t know how to start. You never knew if it was wise enough to start speaking with him. He was so volatile, so silently unpredictable. Your perfect, rigid posture sagged a bit as you let out an inaudible breath. The lab was quiet, too quiet. Just like Ji-hoon’s room. 

You hated it. 

You hated that silence that strangely calmed your mind as well. 

Jungkook changed the sample he was observing, his movements mechanical. The latex of his white gloves stretched as he flexed his fingers and he spoke without looking at you. 

“If you have something else to say, (y/n), do it and go. I have work to do.”

You swallowed, remembering all the times he had spoken softly to you, all the times he asked if you could assist him in any of his experiments. All the times you had felt seen by him. Jungkook may be your employer, your boss and perhaps you were just his assistant, his secretary and Ji-hoon’s caretaker. But you missed the times when you had been more; or at least when he had made you feel more than that. 

“Ji-hoon asked again, sir. He… keeps insisting on the idea of going to school.”

The doctor let out a deep sigh, almost in annoyance, in exasperation. It hurt to think that he saw his son like that. 

“He asked me to tell you to reconsider it. He is lonely, sir.”

Jungkook let go of his pen, the sound as it hit the notebook was dry and it almost echoed in the silent laboratory. He leaned back slightly, his eyes bored; nonchalant. But it took you a second, a single heartbeat for you to see the vulnerability behind his icy glare. 

“What should I do, (y/n)? Must I throw him into the world carelessly? If I do not make it, Ji-hoon will be the only remaining part of Seo-yun.”

Your gaze softened for right now, he was not the famous and brilliant doctor, he was a man whose heart had been broken by his own passion, by the hands of science. He was a father scared to lose his one and only son.

You took a step forward, intending on consoling him, advising him. But that single step brought him back from the dark pit that were his thoughts, his doubts. His walls rose, his eyes hardened and he straightened once more. And before he pushed you out completely, you spoke again. With that same professional voice, that delicate tone you always used when addressing him. 

“You are a man who would do anything for his family, I have witnessed it more than once. You are taking into account his safety, I’ll just ask you to consider his happiness as well, that’s all.”

Your eyes flickered to the glass wall. The only wall that separated the lab from the confinement area where Seo-yun lay. She was on oxygen, her slender frame as pale as ever. She lay still, unmoving. Barely breathing. Kept alive by the sleep Jungkook drowned her in. 

You didn’t linger. You couldn’t. So you turned away, not once looking back and missing Jungkook’s soft eyes as he watched your retreating form. You left him thinking, and that was something few had ever achieved.

The smell of cooked ricotta lasagna filled the spacious and minimalist kitchen. The warmth of the oven radiated towards you as you washed the used dishes. It didn’t take long for Ji-hoon to paddle into the kitchen, guided by the delicious smell of homemade food. 

“What are you making, (y/n)?”

He asked out of politeness, already knowing the answer. He sat down on one of the stools on the counter and you felt his eyes on your form while you gave your back to him. Putting away the last of the spoons you had used to make dinner. 

“Ricotta lasagna, I know you like it.”

You dried your hands, missing the way Ji-hoon smiled at your words. Though it was a fleeting reaction, it didn’t not reach his eyes. The timer on your phone went off and you silenced it, grabbing the oven mittens, you took the refractory out, the glass warm against your covered hands. 

You placed it on the counter and took the mittens off. The smell was delicious and this time, you didn’t miss Ji-hoon’s delighted smile at the thought of the homemade dinner he liked so much.

“You should call your father.”

Your voice was soft as you spoke while grabbing a knife and cutting the lasagna into neat portions. The golden cheese stretched slightly as you pulled the first piece free, steam curling into the air. 

Ji-hoon pursed his lips, the smile vanishing from his youthful yet handsome features. His shoulders stiffened as he rested his elbows on the counter. His eyes dulled once more and his demeanour returned to that loneliness that crept into his heart like poison ivy. 

“He won’t come.”

The boy murmured. You looked up, frowning gently at the sad acceptance in his voice. 

“Did you ask him?”

“There’s no need. He’s always busy.”

His tone was light, almost indifferent, but you knew better. You placed a plate in front of him, offering a small smile and hoping the food would content him, if only for a short moment. 

“Eat first. I’ll take him a plate, maybe he’ll come next time.”

Ji-hoon didn’t argue. His silence pained you. He simply looked at you with doubt and hope in his eyes at the same time before he picked his fork and began eating his lasagna. Without another word, you plated another portion and covered it with foil to keep it warm. Grabbing a tray, you added a glass of water and arranged the covered dinner before your feet carried you out of the kitchen. 

You passed the big dining area, the table too big by the solitude that ruled over the house. They walked past the grand staircase, the yellow light from the big chandelier illuminating your features. 

You entered Jungkook’s office, once more ignoring the staring and gentle portraits of his broken family as you went directly into the lab. The sweet aroma of freshly made food was left behind when you entered the lab for it faded into the crisp sterility of his workspace. 

Jungkook was exactly where you expected—standing by his microscope, brow furrowed in concentration. He barely acknowledged your entrance.

“Sir, dinner.”

You placed the tray on the nearest table, making sure it wouldn’t get in his way. But the sound of the tray hitting the steel counter made him speak in that cold and monotonous voice of his. 

“I’m not hungry.”

You didn’t move, only blinking at him as you studied him with an unreadable gaze that guarded the secrets of your heart. 

“Ji-hoon was waiting for you.”

Silence. 

For a moment, you thought he’d ignore you entirely. Then, with a sigh, he straightened, removing his gloves before finally looking at you. His gaze flickered toward the tray, lingering for only a second before shifting back to you.

“I have work to do.”

You swallowed the words you wanted to say. The ones about how Ji-hoon had barely touched his food after you left, how the boy’s excitement had dimmed the moment he realized his father wouldn’t come. But Jungkook knew. He had to know.

“I’ll leave it here. At least eat it before it gets cold.”

Jungkook said nothing, he turned his gaze away from you. His dark eyes were fixed once more on the chamber where Seo-yun slept. His jaw clenched, his thoughts were a myriad of emotions he hadn’t been able to decipher since that day when his life turned dark and his hopes died like embers. 

But even in the silence, you noticed. You saw his pain, his obsession, his dedication, his melancholy. You saw it all. Even when the house, when his work, when your heart drowned in this loud silence that cursed your existence.  

And so, you left. Leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts. Alone with his doubts and guilt. He noticed when the warmth of your precedence left his lab, he noticed when he could no longer smell the floral aroma of your perfume. He noticed how your steps faded into the house, away from his and his grey emotions. 

And yet, later that night as you passed by his lab again, you noticed the tray was empty and Jungkook stood in front of the glass that separated him from Seo-yun. Drowning in the loud silence of his thoughts. 

February/01/2025

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[slutforitoshi]

mikage reo - star student *:･ﾟ✧

ft. reo x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: CORRUPTION KINK, virgin!mc, praise, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, fingering

synopsis: your dear upperclassman teaches you a few new tricks

wc: 1.85k

A/N: confession i was a reo anti until i read the manga LOL

mikage reo is the poster boy for model upperclassman. smart, athletic, and breathtakingly handsome. unlike other seniors he didn’t seem to view the younger years with distaste. after all, he was one of them just a few semesters ago. his generosity knew no bounds, from comped meals to private tutoring lessons. and you happened to be one of those pupils; a sprout eager to learn from the best. 

initially you sought out reo’s help since you happened to hear that he was the first in your school’s history to ace all the physics exams, a subject you were dreadful at. you expected the relationship to be cordial, professional even, but reo’s welcoming disposition made it hard to stay away. 

before you knew it he was assisting you with much more than physics, guiding you even in your personal life. that’s why it didn’t even occur to you as strange to blurt out, “i think i’m finally going to lose my virginity this weekend”

reo’s pencil that was currently scribbling away at his planner grinds to a halt, leaving only the slight hum of your ceiling fan to break the silence. 

shit. you’ve made things awkward. 

“oh my god i’m so sorry i don’t know why i said that,” you apologize immediately, realizing the vulgarity of your words. reo was your senior, and while he has helped you with relationship problems before, you should’ve known this was a leap further than that.

reo turns to you with a light smile though, relieving the regret you felt in your stomach. 

“what’s there to be sorry about? i’m glad you trust me to talk about it” he reassures you, in classic reo fashion. 

“are you sure? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” your voice trails off, but reo’s eyes don’t waver. his dear underclassman has a concern, and who else but him to help?

“well…ok. i’ve just been feeling left behind recently in that whole category. all my friends keep talking about their recent hookups, and it’s lame that i haven’t done anything past kissing”

reo’s eyebrows furrow in concern, “don’t tell me you want to have sex because of peer pressure.”  

“no no it’s nothing like that” you quickly shut down his unease, “i just feel like i’m ready for it. i want to join my friends.”

he slowly nods his head, taking in your true thoughts. 

“so how are you gonna do it? are you seeing anyone?”

“nah i was just gonna go to a party and find some semi-cute guy” you shrugged, and it’s clear by his expression that this was the worst idea he’s ever heard.

“you’re gonna settle for some random guy at a party, who will probably be mediocre at best in bed?” he spat, eyes narrowing at the prospect.

you’ve never seen reo like this, almost bitter at your proposed idea.

“i don’t see any other good options” you murmured. there probably were, but those other options included waiting, and you’ve had enough of that.

reo presses his fingertips to his temples, closing his eyes for a moment. 

“you think physics is the only thing i can help you with?”

he opens his eyes, turning towards you with such a piercing stare that it sends shivers down your spine. 

“n-no, of course not. you’ve helped me with loads of things before like math, biology-” you ramble, trying to ignore the quickening pace of your heartbeat. sure you were a virgin, but you weren’t naive. 

“i won’t force you. i’m just expanding your options” his eyes don’t leave you, and as much as you want to hide from his directness, you can’t seem to look away. as much as you wanted to run away, to say no, the growing heat in your abdomen has already made the decision for you. 

“p-please reo, i’m all yours”

“that’s my good girl.”

he places his right hand at the nape of your neck, then pulling you into his lips. gentle, you noted. his kisses showed no sign of aggression or neediness like you’ve experienced from the select few boys you’ve made out with before, but that’s not to say it wasn’t passionate. 

you break the kiss first, leaving your chair to kneel down before his. 

“can i?” you ask, looking intently at the bulge peaking through reo’s pants.

“eager aren’t we” he smirks, pulling down his waistband to reveal your first cock. and it’s impressive. your eyes widen at the length before you, mouth watering. you look up eagerly, lunging forward to envelop the head around your lips as reo gives an encouraging nod. 

“f-fuckk” he gasps, taking in the warmth of your mouth. it’s heavenly. 

you push your limits, inch by inch, until you feel him hit the back of your throat, and the sensation launches you off suddenly. 

“you alright?” reo sits forward, caressing your back as you cough through the result of your eagerness. you nod though, pushing him back into the chair. 

“wanna try again” you murmur, eyes fixated on your conquest. you wrap your lips around him again, taking note of the ache the girth inflicts on your jaw. it’s not an unpleasant feeling, and the view of reo’s eyes rolled back makes it all worth it. 

this time you don’t recoil from the hit, and start your trek up, then down, then up.

“focus on the tip, it’s sensitive there” he instructs, and you oblige, intensifying the bobbing motion near his ridge.

“circle your tongue around it” reo barely finishes his thought before you’re complying to his demands. 

reo’s fingers are digging into chair’s arms, leaving crescent shaped imprints. he couldn’t tell what was more pleasurable: the feeling of your tongue against his tip, or how fucking obedient you were. 

“such a good girl for me, learning so fast”

you hum in content at his praise, sending vibrations that nearly push reo to the edge. that’s enough he thinks, it’s time for the next lesson.

he sits up suddenly, and his cock leaves you with a ‘pop’. you try to object at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already pulling you up, guiding you to the bed. 

“sit back for me, and keep your legs spread” he instructs, tying his purple strands back to keep away from the mess that will surely follow. 

you do as he says, revealing the growing damp spot on the panties underneath your skirt. he dives in, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you forward abruptly until his face is hovered above your heat. 

“r-reo-” your eyes widen at the sudden movement, but your voice morphs into a moan as he licks a long stripe above the cloth. 

“let me show you what you deserve” he peels off the drenched panties off your legs, marveling at your glistening folds. 

he makes haste, lunging forward to bury himself between your thighs. the sensation of the soft muscle of his tongue immediately makes you buck your hips forward. 

“f-fuck!” you splutter out, mind blanking as he circles your clit. he had you wondering why on earth you waited so long. strands of purple leaked through your knuckles as you held his head in place. 

a familiar coil builds, one that you’ve only felt through from your own efforts before. 

“you’re close aren’t you?” he smirks briefly before diving in again to chase after your high. 

stars dance across your half closed lids once he adds a finger into your entrance. it’s a stretch you’ve never felt before, but the feeling was more than welcome. then the addition of a second finger has your head falling back against the backboard. 

“your virgin pussy’s so tight” he remarks, noticing how cramped the hole was with only two digits in. his vulgar words brought a blush to your face; who knew the mikage reo could talk so dirty?

the curling of his fingers is what brings you over the edge, until you’re thrashing against the sheets while reo uses his free arm to hold your hips down. 

“how was that for your first orgasm?” 

“so…so good” you manage through your pants. it left you breathless, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. 

reo briefly gets up to roll a condom on while you recover. shit, it’s happening. you were about to kiss your virginity goodbye. 

“i’m gonna go nice and slow okay?” he says, positioning himself above you. a light kiss is placed on your forehead before you feel the tip nudge at your entrance. and then he pushes.

your eyes squeeze shut at the intrusion, nails raking at reo’s back to offset the pain. 

“deep breaths, it’s almost all the way in” he whispers, trying not to cum himself from the absolute bliss that your pussy gives him. 

you both let out a sigh as he bottoms out, and he stills himself, waiting for confirmation to move. 

“please reo” you whine, “make me feel good”

his eyes darken at your pleads, and a flash of possessiveness passes his mind. you were so fragile, and yet here you were begging him to ruin you. 

he builds his pace gradually, knowing the stretch must still cause you discomfort. but by the third thrust, your loud moans were a clear indicator of the pleasure wracking your body. 

“r-reo, feels amazing” 

he responds to your praise with a firm grip on your waist, pulling you in deeper against him, “yeah? don’t you ever settle for anything less than this”

you almost yelp as he scoops one arm around your back to flip you. you’re on your knees now as he’s laid back against the mattress, still buried completely within you.

“want to learn how to ride?” he suggests, lip twitching upwards in a suggestive smile. the challenge was daunting, but a star student like you wouldn’t back down. 

you place your palms against his taut chest, shakily raising yourself up before crashing back down. 

“fuck, you’re a natural” he groans as you sink down again. 

the new position has his tip kissing your cervix, and it’s not long before your thighs are giving out. 

“looks like you need some help” he teases before his hands are supporting your hips, guiding you up and down his length. by the way your walls were fluttering, he could tell you were reaching another high. reo decides to add even more assistance by taking a free hand towards your clit, rubbing circles onto the sensitive bud. 

your body goes slack at the sudden onset of pleasure, but reo has no problem making up for your efforts to ride, still thrusting upwards at impressive speeds. 

“c-cumming again!” you exclaim again before clamping hard against his cock. your pulsating walls are enough for him to unload as well, thrusting erratically to maximize both your orgasms.

you collapse against his chest, limbs completely drained of energy. he laughs lightly at the state he left you in before wrapping his arms around your back and laying another kiss to the side of your temples. 

“reo how am i supposed to fuck anyone else after this” you whine, “you set the bar too high”

“who said we were done? you still have much more to learn”

[sh0jun]

Ikemen Sengoku Modern AU

Boys as various university professors or teachers--

I'm not elaborating it much for now

Maybe there would be updates idk--

Oda forces

→ Nobunaga Oda (Academic Head/Economics teacher)

He's gonna have a separate drawer in his office FILLED with candies

That drawer has a lock on it all the time (he doesn't want Hideyoshi to find out about it)

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi (history teacher)

Really looks up to the department head

Very patient with all the students and will help each and every single one of them :)

You'd see him in the halls A LOT

so be careful. If you get caught breaking the rules you WILL be lectured by him

He keeps a check on every teacher's health too- also he would tell you to take it easy if he sees that you're not well

Also pretty good at giving motivational speech

→ Mitsuhide Akechi (computer science)

Okay hear me out. This man will be GOOD with computers and technology.

The event stories prove it

He's the teacher you'll go to every time there's something wrong with your iPad

And he WILL tease you endlessly

→ Mitsunari Ishida (Maths teacher)

For obvious reasons.

Our clumsy but very smart angel.

He'll be very kind. And calmly teach you if you're having trouble with a math problem no matter how many times you come to him

But no matter what you do, you won't be able to get his attention if he's reading

The janitor has caught him several times in the library reading books in a secluded corner when it's late in the night

Librarians sometimes have to kick him out

→ Masamune Date (food tech)

Yes.

I think it's self explanatory (I don't have anything to say about him I'm sorry-)

You'd always. ALWAYS. catch him at the farmers market.

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa (Biology/ chemistry teacher)

Yes.

He knows his stuff when it comes to plant and medicine

He'd be very cranky if you come to his with a question but he will answer it in full detail

He does NOT like the math teacher

The math teacher and the physics teacher seem to constantly fawn over him which he does not enjoy.

→ Keiji Maeda (Drama/music teacher)

Pretty self explanatory this one.

He and the literature teacher are good friends :3

Best friends in fact.

He's the cheery teacher. Very enthusiastic.

→ Ranmaru Mori (teacher assistant)

The principal's assistant to be more specific

Running around doing errands for Nobunaga. Looks very cute and is very helpful

The students love him

Kasugayama forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi (specialist PE teacher/sports department head)

Martial arts. Fencing. Horse riding. Swimming. Sword fighting. You name it

This guys knows EVERYTHING

he trains students in these sports for competitions.

The group sports activities go to the other gym teacher

Very cold. And seems very rude and icy. But will teach you if you ask for his help

Also do NOT expect him to go easy on you

It's your first time learning judo? Will TOO bad. You will be thoroughly beaten up by this guy

→Shingen Takeda (DT/department head)

The hot teacher who's at the carpentry workshop

Many students attend the workshop JUST to see him

Very nice. Flirt to everything that breathes

Loves sweets just like the academics Department head.

But doesn't like Nobunaga at all

→Yukimura Sanada (PE teacher)

The worst PE teacher you'll ever have 💀

Doesn't know how to talk to students or teachers which result in him getting some pretty snarky comments

Is in charge of preparing sports teams for sports competitions

Does not like Kenshin's guys but has to put up with them

He's best friends with the physics teacher and they sometimes show experiments together (yuki is the lab rat of course)

→Sasuke Sarutoki (Physics teacher)

That fun physics teacher that shows experiments in the class

Uses memes in his lectures

All his lectures are extremely fun

The students are often confused as to how does he always has a straight face

The PE teacher is his guinea pig at times

The sports department head has some beef with him for some reason

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa (Arts teacher)

The guy LOVES art and appreciates it to his fullest

This job was MEANT for him

Will appreciate your art and also give you pointers if you ask for it

Very charming

Students fawn over him

Has a very soothing voice along with a pretty face

→ Kanetsugu Naoe (Literature teacher)

Teaches English along with Japanese

Very strict

He's pretty and has little fangs but the students are afraid of him

A very good teacher

But also does some very strict marking in tests

Do not try to fight with him cause he will point out all the grammatic errors

Lone forces

→ Kicho (linguistics teacher)

Teaches other foreign languages

Like French, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, German, arabic, Russian. You name it.

This guy is a genius

He and the computer tech teacher are cousins

Seems very tired always (cough blackholes cough)

→ Motonari Mouri (portugese teacher)

Yes.

No comment on him.

Those who know him well will probably get it.

Will teach you every single curse word there is >:D

→ Kennyo (History teacher/ religious studies)

He does not like how modern studies are taking over

No phones allowed in his class

Very calm but also hella intimidating

Uhhh- does not put up well with the Computer tech teacher's antiques

Usually eats alone outside with cats.

Animals love him <3

Mai

→ Mai Mitsuzaki (Textiles teacher)

Das right. Mah girl gets her own category

The most fashionable teacher on campus

Everyone loves her

Shingen, Masa and she are the DT trio

Will teach you all there is to know about clothes and fashion

Designs the best clothes

She should be a designer.

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@ikesenanigans (we came up with these together<3)

@rubia8 @bakersgrief @nightvers @ginshoujo @y2ashlee

UHHHH IDK WHO ELSE :(

Anyways Enjoy :D

This is my first hc that i wrote--

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nerd!megumi x fem reader part three ↝ feeding you horny ppl because this is one of my most liked and requested one! hope you enjoy <3

nerd!megumi who always tutors you before every major exam. teaches you in a more effective method. "listen, y/n," he grabbed your attention, spinning you around in your chair so you'd face him, his hands on both sides of your handrest, trapping you, "let's play a game, shall we? everytime you get an answer right, i take a particle of my clothes off. and if you're wrong, you take them off."

a sly smirk would be plastered on his face by how hard you were trying to get all the answers correctly. by now, you were just in your panties and matching bralette, and he was in his sweatpants, frurstrating tears welled up in your eyes from not being able to remember the simple math formulas that were so easy for you before, but now you need help to learn.

nerd!megumi who cooes you, strokes your hair and calms you down as you cry about your math struggles. you hugs you tightly and doesn't let go till your breathing and heart rate is normal again. but it's difficult to slow down your heart rate when you're on his lap, his large long hands under your hoodie calming you down as he whispered the softest, nicest compliments into your ear.

"shh..shh...it's okay, it's okay. it's just a math problem," he laughed airly, as he hugged you tighter, "your too smart for it, butterfly. come on, clean yourself up," he said, leaning back to look at your red swollen face, and puffy nose, your lips glossy from drool and your eyes bloodshot, "then we can cuddle, watch star wars, and have ice cream, hmm?" you shot him a small smile as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. "you look so pretty when you cry..."

nerd!megumi who sends you nudes in the middle of your lecture.

Megs <3

Attachment : 1 image. do you like it? sent 11:05am

him shirtless, with wet hair, his glasses fogged up and he's only covered by the thin towel that hangs lowly on his waist, showing his v-cut. your eyes trailed down to his abs, water droplets coat him and you hope it was you.

You

I'm in class!! sent 11:10am

Megs <3

you don't like it? Attachment : 5 new images. sent 11:25am

this time the towel was gone. his pink tip was wet and his cock huge. one of his large hand covered his cock and you closed your eyes, feeling the heat grow between your thighs.

"ms. y/n, can you repeat anything i just said, or is your entire syllabus written on your phone?"

nerd!megumi who goes to the dean demand that your teacher stop being so unprofessional and rude towards you. megumi who asks you to step outside, and threatens the dean, "i'm your top student, aren't i?" he pushed his glasses up, the dean shifted nervously on his seat. megumi stayed quiet, waiting for his answer.

"yes."

"then you know if i say something out in the public, how deeply it would effect your college. teachers would get fired, i wonder if you will even stay. especially with your affair with the assistant teacher of mrs. passwater." he smirked, the dean's eyes widened as he opened his mouth but megumi put his finger up, shushing him, "who is fifteen years younger than you. keep mr. suguro's gaze out of y/n, and i will keep my mouth shut." megumi, who comes out of the dean's office with the most unreadable of expression, "wanna get waffles, butterfly?"

nerd!megumi who is so nervous when he's metting your parents. "do you think they will like me?" he sighed, "maybe i should've worn the suit. maybe the hoodie was bit too casual." he mumbled, fixing unknown creases from his hoodie as you held his hand. "i love you so much, you know that?" you smiled at him, kissing his temple as he blushed furiously, "i hope you love me like the way i love you." he sighed, his deep blue eyes growing a little sad as you kissed his cheek.

"i love you, too, megs. you don't have to doubt my love, be like anakin." he smirked, as you smiled cheekily. your parents definately hit it off with megumi. they ate every joke, every observational comments, and they, of course, loved the fact that he was so good at his studies... and that he was rich. "they love youuuuu!" you said happily, hugging him, "we should get married." his eyes widened as you gasped, "after we graduate. and have our careers on the ground."

"i'd marry you any day." he said, mumbling against your lips, "i love you."

"i know."

[little-saw]

🍕 cg ! billy bob heacanons !

I'm super eepyy, but this is the last post I need to make before I can't queue up everything. I hope you like nonnie, enjoy ^^

Billy Bob LOVES being a caregiver, he adores spending time with kids, and having one of his own is PERFECT<3

Calls you little cub, baby bear, kiddo, youngster, goofball, etc..

He always plans out fun days for you, both educational, such as doing some worksheets or simple math, as well as playing all sorts of fun games. No matter how you do, he will give you a big squeeze and say you're amazing and very smart / talented!

Billy Bob will sit you in his lap whenever he practices playing guitar, letting the other band members grin and wave at you. He likes it when you watch him play and will sometimes put his paw over your hand and guide it to play the instrument.

Remembers your favorite things from memory. He may not be great with tone and understanding people, but he knows your interests and favs by heart.

He rambles to you a lot!! About his interests or ideas, or maybe even hardships and drama with the band mates. He likes to whisper about Rolfe with you sometimes, but he always tells you to keep it a secret!

Looney Bird also chimes in as a babysitter/assistant caregiver when Billy Bob is working. He is a busy bear! He likes to squeak tunes and will show you simple science experiments like those baking soda volcano things or oobleck.

Brings you to the gas station and shows you around, teaches you all about the specific types of oil and things even though he knows you're too baby brained to understand.

Makes you marmalade sandwiches to eat during shows, as well as warm milk with sugar. A lot of his snacks are SUGARY, so he's very persistent. You brush your teeth!

Rubs the bridge of your nose when you're upset with a soft claw while he sings lullabies. He's learned all your comfort songs and how to sing them aswell as play them.

Plays shows for you specifically, sometimes convinces Mitzi and the others to join