#the one is just as good as I remembered. I even just sent and email to the author thanking her š
i do not know if i ever sent this to you. i have posted it. i hope you like it Princess.
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alright I know tumblr isnāt uh a fan of AI/ChatGPT and I get why buuutttt I did just use it to help me write an email requesting an initial consult with a therapist. I think I only ended up directly copy-pasting one sentence but it was definitely very helpful in providing me a place to start/outline type thing. Emails are HARD. Like I probably would not have been able to write this email at all without some sort of template. And with ChatGPT I got a template that I could personalize and adjust and it really did help translate what sounded in my head as āaaaahhhhhh help me????ā to something that maybe sounded like a sane human being wrote it.
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ššššš WAHOOO ššššš
IM FUCKING BACK OMG!??!?!!?!??!??!?
thank you [tumblr] but also PESTENG YAWA NIMO [tumblr]
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thank you guys for the help i know nobodyās awake anymore but iām awake now again and the email is officially sent
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HOW TO GLAZE YOUR WORK WITHOUT A GOOD PC(or on mobile)/TIPS TO MAKE IT LESS VISIBLE
Glaze your work online on:
Cara app. It requires you to sign up but it is actually a good place for your portfolio. Glazing takes 3 minutes per image and doesn't require anything but an internet connection compared to 20-30 minutes if your pc doesn't have a good graphic card. There IS a daily limit of 9 pictures tho. Glazed art will be sent to you after it's done, by email. It took me 30 minutes to glaze 9 images on a default setting. Cara app is also a space SPECIFICALLY for human artists and the team does everything in their power to ensure it stays that way.
WebGlaze. This one is a little bit more complicated, as you will need to get approval from the Glaze team themselves, to ensure you're not another AI tech bro(which, go fuck yourself if you are). You can do it through their twitter, through the same Cara app(the easiest way) or send them an email(takes the longest). For more details read on their website.
Unfortunately there are no ways that I know of to use Nightshade YET, as it's quite new. Cara.app definitely works on implementing it into their posting system tho!
Now for the tips to make it less visible(the examples contain only nightshade's rendering, sorry for that!):
Heavy textures. My biggest tip by far. Noise, textured brushes or just an overlay layer, everything works well. Preferably, choose the ones that are "crispy" and aren't blurred. It won't really help to hide rough edges of glaze/nightshade if you blur it. You can use more traditional textures too, like watercolor, canvas, paper etc. Play with it.
Colour variety. Some brushes and settings allow you to change the colour you use just slightly with every stroke you make(colour jitter I believe?). If you dislike the process of it while drawing, you can clip a new layer to your colour art and just add it on top. Saves from the "rainbow-y" texture that glaze/nightshade overlays.
Gradients(in combination with textures work very well). Glaze/nightshade is more visible on low contrast/very light/very dark artworks. Try implementing a simple routine of adding more contrast to your art, even to the doodles. Just adding a neutral-coloured bg with a darker textured gradient already is going to look better than just plain, sterile digital colour.
And finally, if you dislike how glaze did the job, just try to glaze/shade it again. Sometimes it's more visible, sometimes it's more subtle, it's just luck. Try again, compare, and choose the one you like the most. REMEMBER TO GLAZE/SHADE AFTER YOU MADE ALL THE CHANGES, NOT BEFORE!!
If you have any more info feel free to add to this post!!
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I asked a few of my favorite hazbin writers this and only one answered and it was ok but I felt like it could have been expanded on so here's my take
Vox, Val, Alastor, and Lucifer react to your love language being baking/cooking
Vox
(Starting with him because he's the one thaf inspired this).
Vox came from the 50s and even though I firmly believe he is past all the ingrained gender roles and homophobia I think he still has some internalized misogyny. He wants to be viewed as the man in the relationship, the breadwinner, the provider. He can cook for himself but it's pretty basic food (except steak. Like every other man since the invention of the grill how to bbq has been hardwired into his brain. If his partner also grills ya'll fight over whose turn to cook out it is)
(Unrelated but as a lesbian who loves to grill, and is the designated grill bro, butch lesbians or cookout lesbians are some of Vox's favorite type of gays to chill with)
I firmly believe that's why even though he's a sub, it's so hard and would take time and trust to get him to let you top and enjoy it. He's so worried people will find out and judge him, that you'll judge him. His ego can be very fragile.
Especially if we go with the Vox used to be a cult leader theory. His power, image, and success are linked to his ability to appear in control. To appear to have all the answers and take responsibility. It's going to take a lot of time and patience to unravel all that and help him seperate his personal and professional image.
That being said, a partner who uses acts of service as a love language is perfect for him. He's a busy man, so he tends to be a gift giver type. The gifts are always well thought out and expensive. He wants it to be something you need, want, can get a lot of enjoyment from, and be worth the money spent, so he puts time and effort into them. Unless he's just showing off by giving you his card and telling you to go nuts.
So you taking time to make his coffee for him the way he likes, ordering lunch from his favorite places and having it sent to his office so he remembers to eat, or just texting him reminders to drink water or eat/take breaks throughout the day makes him giddy.
If you're his assistant or something, (and I believe Vox absolutely would have his partner working for him/with him), then it's even better when you take on extra work to try and help him. Organizing his schedule, sorting emails/mail, and proofreading things. Any small act you do for him, because you want to and care about him, makes his heart rate pick up.
It'll really make him overheat, glitching slightly, literal heart eyes, if he comes home after a shitty day and you're cooking for him.
His internal monologue is absolutely raving about what a good housewife you are for him, a hard working husband.
Bonus points if you cleaned too! Either way, he adores you even more now, letting you fret and coo at him, removing his jacket and tie, pouring him a drink and telling him dinner will be ready soon and you made his favorite. He's so tempted to bend you over the counter right now, but that would ruin dinner. After you guys eat though, he's having you for dessert. Man's gonna make sure you know how much he appreciates this by turning your knees to jello, good luck walking tomorrow, doll.
If you bake treats and bring them to VoxTek he's gonna brag so much. Literally the embodiment of John Mulaney's, "That's my wife!" If you bring them just for him, he's defending his treats like they're the last ones in Hell. He has literally hit Val with a fly swatter for even asking if he could have one.
(Unrelated but like, chubby vox maybe? You're cooking is too good)
Valentino
Val wishes he could cook better. He's some kind of latino, so I feel like the fact he can't cook very well is a sore spot culturally. He can make the salsa and chips and like, help with stuff, he knows how to wrap tortillas and tomales (I picture him as like Mexican or Puerto Rican but that's just cuz the town I grew up had a large Puerto Rican group).
It doesn't help that his eyesight is even more shit in Hell. He can't see what he's doing hald the time. It ruins his art hobby too. He's overall just more easily frustrated with his bad eyesight.
I don't imagine you guys dating per se. Maybe you're his sugar baby, maybe you're someone he hired to help him do stuff like clean and organize and you just sorta start doing other things to help him. (Again I'm not saying it excuses jackshit, but as someone who worked with bipolar people and people with mood disorder I kinda see the fan theory in him, either way I think all the Vees could be sort of trained to be better people, but especially Val. We already saw Vox do it.)
After all, he's usually in a much better mood if you do and that means less outbursts. The first few times you cook him something he teases you about being his housewife, tries to make it sexual. It's not really something he clocks as being an act of love because I don't think you'd realize it yourself at first. I think the more you got to see him when he wasn't stressed, lashing out, being abusive, you'd start catching feelings. ("I can fix him", delulu asses)
He loves to be in the kitchen when you cook once it starts becoming a regular thing. He can't see clearly what you're doing but the way you move around the kitchen and get what you need, even if you're an ADHD mess and do steps out of order or at random, he can tell you know what you're doing. He likes to smell the food too while it's cooking.
He will ask you to try and make some spicier/more traditional foods he grew up with, but he doesnāt remember all of the ingredients, and it just gets him more frustrated he can't tell you. If you look them up and surprise him with it it'll probably be the most genuine, human response you get from him.
He's shocked, silent, standing frozen in the penthouse as familiar smells waft around him. You present him a plate nervously, practically shaking hoping it's good enough. The first bite nearly puts him in tears. No one's done anything this nice for him? Why would you? Lowkey thinks you want something from him. It's gonna make him paranoid for a while so don't expect a verbal compliment but he eats it all.
Eventually though, one day when you're in the kitchen cooking, humming softly and swaying your hips, one set of his arms will wrap around your waist, the other reaching around you help with the salsa, or wrap a tamale, and he'll prop his chin on your head and mumble out thanks. Some praise, maybe. Would definitely tell you stories about eating these foods growing up.
It's the first step towards having an actual relationship with him.
Alastor
This man almost always insists on cooking. He isn't much of a sweet tooth either. You tell him one night you want to try cooking for him. Tell him you understand it's an activity he enjoys and relaxes too, (especially if you know it's something that reminds him of his mother), but you want to do something for him and this is one way you show you care.
It's gonna remind him of his Mama so much that if you didn't know why he loved cooking so much before you do now. He compromises. You pick the meal and gather the ingredients and do most of the cooking and he helps prep and does dishes.
He playfully critiques you the entire time about adding some spice too it or a little southern flair. Just smack him with the wooden spoon, gently. It's gonna make him laugh because his Mama used to do that when he wouldn't keep out of the sweets, or tried to add stuff to her cooking.
Once you start it becomes habit to help each other in the kitchen every night, trading off who cooks and who preps and does dishes.
If you do find baked goods he likes that aren't too sweet and send them to him as snacks, especially to Overlord meetings, he's so fucking obnoxious about his sweet little doe (doesn't matter if you are one or not) and how they spoil him. Especially rubs it in Vox's face (not him whining to his partner so they send him with treats too so he can also brag).
Only shares with Charlie, Rosie, Niffty, and sometimes Zestiel. If he's feeling generous, Husk can have a bite.
Low-key also has a thing for his partner behaving domestically even if he isn't exactly invested in traditional marriage.
Favorite activity though is dancing with you in the kitchen to jazz while dinner cooks, holding you close, in his room usually, so he can hear the sounds of the bayou. If he closes his eyes he can pretend this is how his life went and that his Mama is in the corner or sitting in her chair, watching him, happy to see him find someone.
He will literally kiss Vox willingly before admitting that last part though.
Lucifer
It's not that he can't cook, it's just....it's easier to just snap his fingers and make food appear. He's been in a depressed slump for decades man, he's lived off of the 'want food, no cook, only eat' mindset.
When you come into his life it's a complete overhaul. Despite what issues you have yourself you can recognize someone in worse state than you and immediately categorize and prioritize. First thing first, get this man's duck collection/obsession organized, thinned out, and under control.
Second, help him work through his issues with Lillith and Charlie. Encourage therapy, be a mediator between him and Charlie (and trust me she appreciates it. She knows her dad struggles, didn't know how bad, and still feels awkward). Help him socialize more, rebuild his connection with the other sins.
Get this man a work schedule!
Then it's on to personal habits. You help him get out of bed, you're both probably a little helpless in the sleeping on time category though. Help him get a routine again to keep out of his funk. Then you start cooking for him. It just happens naturally. You enjoy cooking, you enjoy showing people you love how much you care by providing good meals.
At first he's gonna resist and tell you he can handle that, you already do so much for him. He can cook or better yet he can just make it appear and you laugh and tell him it tastes better when it's made with love. He brushes it off as a joke too, you're both just being silly and obviously you said that to get him to quit fussing. Except, unholy hell does it actually taste so much better.
Lucifer hadnāt realized how bland and unsatisfying just materializing the food was. Maybe that's because he was so depressed and uninterested in what he ate, maybe not. Either way, your cooking is so much fucking better. He actually looks forward to eating now. If he gets caught up in work or has a bad day, you make sure to always bring him something, leaving it as an offering of sorts. It almost always works and entices him to eat at least once.
You cook, he does dishes, and he will not budge on that rule. He wants to be a fair man. He occasionally boots you out to do dessert, though. Apple pie is his bitch and you've never tasted one as good as his. He also makes good pancakes and some absolutely orgasmic angel's food cake.
Ironicall, devil's food cake is one of your go to recipes. Sometimes you both make a cake and take it to events just to watch people get confused as fuck when it's revealed the literal Devil did not make the devil's food cake.
Everyime you're in the kitchen together it's a disaster, you're both to silly and chaotic. You were making noodles one time and he threw flour at you so you smacked him with the noodle you were holding, leaving a line of flour and a speck of dough against his cheek. From there it escalates. It happens every time. Making cakes together, you're smashing frosting on each other. Making cookies, you're fighting each other to stop eating cookie dough.
Once, after you get fed up with him stealing her spatula to lick the chocolate off of, hovering above you with his wings, you pout and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to please give it back. He swoops down in front of you, booping your nose to smear chocolate on it and leaning in to kiss you, letting you have a taste of the chocolate batter you were mixing for brownies. While his tongue is in your mouth, drunk off the taste of you and chocolate you smash an egg over his head and let out a triumphant cheer, snatching back your spatula.
He's so stunned his wings disappear and he drops the last few inches to the ground while you cackle. His heart is pounding, his ears are ringing, and his chest feels like it's gonna explode. His eyes are literal sparkles. He hasn't felt this much joy, wonder, and love since Charlie was born. It feels like witnessing creation all over again, of the breathlessness he felt when he first saw Lillith.
You're laughter stops when you realize he's just staring at you awestruck and you smile, asking if he's ok.
"For once...yeah..Yes. I'm ok." He responds, genuinely. You kiss his cheek and resume baking. He watches you from the counter now, dreamily, thinking about how he's gonna marry you someday.
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ā When Professor Jeon realizes his most earnest student is no longer paying him the attention he craves, he goes to great lengths to make sure heās the only one holding her attention. ā
pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem reader
genre: teacher au, cam girl au, college au, smut
word count: 9.3k
warnings: illicit relationship, imbalance of power, age gap (reader is in her 20s and wonwoo is in his 30s), sex work, drinking, lots of pining, jealousy, misunderstandings, professor!wonwoo, student!reader, cam girl!reader, masturbation (f and m), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, office sex, car sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, pussy drunk!wonwoo
a/n: this has been in the works for way too long and iām so happy with how it came out. hugest shoutout to the nonny who sent in the ask that started it all. minors dni!!
You think you might actually die.
If you didnāt spontaneously combust from how embarrassed you felt, then you were going to go find a cliff to throw yourself off of. You canāt remember the last time you fucked up this badly, and it doesnāt help that itās all your friends can talk (and laugh) about as youāre having dinner.
āMaybe he didnāt open it.ā Vernon tries to reason.
āYeah, right.ā Soonyoung snorts. āHe probably already clicked on the link and is jerking off to her videos right now.ā
Chanās laugh is one of the most endearing sounds youāve ever heard, but right now it just sounds annoying. Youāre glad you ordered an alcoholic drink with your meal because otherwise you wouldnāt be able have this conversation. When your friend sees your sour pout, he quickly changes his tune.
āYouāre worrying for nothing. Iām sure once he saw what the site was, he clicked off.ā Chan says as he not-so-subtly scoots his chair away from you. āHeās like the most respectful guy ever.ā
āChanās right.ā Vernon is quick to agree. āProfessor Jeon isnāt the type to cross those boundaries with a student. You said you sent him an email saying it was a mistake, right? Heās a nice guy, soāā
āHow fucking naive can you two be?ā Soonyoung cut in with an incredulous look on his face. āI know his type. Those quiet guys are the biggest freaks behind closed doors. Heās definitely the type to fuck a student. Iāll put money on that shit.ā
Chan pauses to mull over Soonyoungās words while Vernon can only offer him an exasperated glare. The two boys know better than anyone how you feel about your professor, and they also know that the older man was the only person in the history of the universe to treat you coldly. This was definitely the worst situation you could ever find yourself in, but Soonyoung was too oblivious to see that fact.
Being the sweetheart that he is, Vernon is quick to change the topic. āSeokmin just texted me. He said everyone is on their way to Jihoonās place. Letās get the check.ā
For a moment, it seems like your inner turmoil will be forgotten. Sure, you do have class early in the morning, but right now you were going to focus on having a good time at Jihoonās party. And Vernon was probably right. Professor Jeon was the sweetest, most respectful man you had ever crossed paths with. He probably deleted the email after realizing what it was. And even if he hadnāt, this moment would eventually pass.
After all, no one ever actually died from embarrassment.
Everything was fine until the four of you are about to leave the restaurant and Soonyoung lets out a sound that resembles a chicken being strangled. His eyes are bugged out as he comically gestures across the dimly lit place. Your heart twists uncomfortably when you finally see what has him acting like a fool.
āI told you so.ā
Those four words are the ones you hate the most in the world, especially when theyāre coming from Kwon Soonyoung. You love him, you really do, but his lack of perception is fucking maddening sometimes. Itās especially infuriating in situations like the one you were in now.
āNo fucking way.ā Chan whispers with his mouth dropped open. āThatāsāā
āJust because theyāre having dinner together doesnāt mean theyāre fucking.ā Vernon reasons, obviously trying to spare what was left of your feelings.
āWho cares?ā You manage to say without letting your voice tremble with the heartbreak that was currently seeping into your bones. āLetās get out of here before they see us.ā
Soonyoung only scoffs, not able to believe that your nosy ass doesnāt seem to care about the juicy scandal the four of you had stumbled upon. Vernon starts to push him out the door while you and Chan hurriedly follow behind them. Luckily, you manage to make it out of the restaurant without catching the attention of your English professor and his TA.
Normally, you wouldāve loved to be a witness to any potential gossip, but this was different because you just so happened to be the tiniest bit in love with your professor. The more rational part of you knows that it doesnāt really mean anything that Professor Jeon was having dinner with his TA, but that doesnāt mean it doesnāt sting a little bit (a lot).
No one ever died from embarrassment, but apparently dying from a broken heart was real.
āThis is actually a good thing for you, Y/N.ā Soonyoung says once youāre all in Chanās car and driving to Jihoonās party.
You grit your teeth and manage to answer him in a somewhat calm voice. āWhat are you talking about?ā
āIf Professor Jeon says anything about the link you accidentally sent him, you can tell him that you know heās fucking his TA.ā
It actually wouldnāt be a bad idea if even talking about the very possibility that those two were having an illicit affair didnāt feel like someone had punched you in the stomach. But instead of letting any of them see how much it actually hurt, you only offered what you hoped was a convincing laugh.
āYeah. Youāre right.ā
You look out the window as the conversation takes a different turn, not noticing the looks Vernon keeps giving you all the way to Jihoon's apartment. He doesnāt say anything because you keep speaking and laughing like everything is fine. He shouldāve recognized your calm and aloof behavior as a sign that you were on the verge of spiraling, but he didnāt.
Even as you unbutton two more buttons of your pretty blouse and hike up your skirt when you enter the party, he doesnāt say anything. Itās easy for him to assume that you want to hit on some of Jihoonās producer friends for fun as you often did after getting a little tipsy.
Itās not until he sees you drinking like the world is running out of alcohol that he feels the need to intervene. Vernon quickly walks over to you, eyeing you with blatant concern. You donāt even acknowledge him as he goes to stand beside you.
āMaybe you should slow down.ā
You ignored your friendās concerned voice and downed another shot. In the back of your mind, you know heās right, but the need to forget about your hurt feelings and humiliation was far greater than reason. Besides, you can hardly taste the alcohol anymore which makes it easier to drink to your heartās content.
āThis is a party, Vernon.ā You remind him. āIām only trying to have a good time. I deserve to, donāt you think?"
Of course he thought you were in desperate need of a fun night out. In fact, heās the one who convinced you to come since it had been a hot minute since you left your apartment for something that didnāt involve working or school.
But Vernon can see that the way youāre drinking is only an after effect of what you saw at the restaurant, and if you kept this up you were going to black out like you did at Junhuiās party freshman year. Because he didnāt want to relive that night, he makes sure to bring you plenty of water and keep you within his sight. If he couldnāt stop you, he was going to make sure you were taken care of.
Maybe youāre acting childish, but you donāt really care at this point. All you can focus on is the pain thatās tightly gripping your heart. The alcohol helps a bit, but you still donāt manage to forget the events leading up to your irresponsible drinking.
You could get over your little slip up, and even the fact that Professor Jeon was potentially fucking his TA. But what really hurt is that your English professor seemed to display this great disposition to everyone in the world except you. Sure, you shouldāve been grateful that he probably didnāt open the link you sent him because he was having dinner with TA, but your fucked up mind and heart couldnāt care about that for some reason.
Itās not fair, you canāt help but think.
You were down bad, but it wasnāt your fault. Every time your English professor smiles, you feel like your heart is going to implode. The way his kind eyes always form into crescents as the softest smile ever graces his face is possibly the most attractive thing youāve ever seen.
Whatās not fair is the fact that Professor Jeon has never directed his pretty smile at you. Not even once.
Itās not like heās never had the opportunity to do so. You purposely arrive early to his class in order to sit at the very front, and not to mention that youāre very vocal during discussions and always answer his questions. But all heās ever offered you is a fleeting glance and a nod of acknowledgement while the entire English department gets that stupidly endearing smile of his.
Chan always tells you how thirsty you look during class, and when you make the argument that he wouldnāt know since he always sits all the way in the back, he actually laughed at you.
You lean forward so much that it looks like youāre about to fall out of your seat, heād said.
After you catch yourself doing exactly that during one of Professor Jeonās more riveting lectures, you wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. If Lee fucking Chanāone of the most oblivious people you had ever metāhad noticed your massive crush, then you were 100% sure your professor had as well.
Just thinking about it made you cringe and down another shot. The burning feeling made you come to a decision. If your professor didnāt care for you, then so be it. Tonight was the last night you would feel heartbroken over him. You were going to shove him out of your heart and mind if it was the last thing you did.
Wonwoo canāt describe the feeling in his chest when his class is ten minutes away from starting, and youāre not already in your usual seat. He tries to brush it off because maybe youāre just running late. After almost an entire semester of always being early, it was only logical that you would be late at least once. Things happened, and he was sure you would show up soon.
At least, thatās what he thinks until itās actually time to start the class and youāre still no where to be seen. It bothers him and it shows. Bad.
The class is probably the worst heās had since he first became a professor, but that was the least of his concerns. All he can focus on is the uncomfortable feeling twisting in his gut as he thought about the possibilities of why you didnāt show up to class. Wonwoo doesnāt want to believe that youāre too embarrassed to show up because of the link you accidentally sent him.
You had sent him an email containing the correct link and profusely apologizing about thirty seconds later, and after he saw the name of the website he could see how the mistake was made. Unfortunately for you, the two websites were very similar in name.
If you really were avoiding coming to class because of that, he wishes you would give him a chance to tell you that he wasnāt uncomfortable or angry. But Wonwoo doesnāt get the opportunity to speak to you as soon as he hopes because almost an entire week goes by until he sees you again. He sees you on the way to his office and calls out your name before he realizes what heās doing.
The way youāre expression drops into a cold discomfort makes him falter a bit. Where was that bright smile you always directed at him? It only makes Wonwoo certain that you were still mortified over what happened.
āI didnāt see you in class on Tuesday.ā Wonwoo says after you awkwardly greet him. āIs everything alright?ā
āYeah, just... personal stuff.ā
The air is painfully awkward, and Wonwoo canāt stand the abrupt shift in your behavior. He needs to let you know that what happened shouldnāt make you feel uneasy around him because he understands that it was a mistake. However, he doesnāt react fast enough to do so.
āProfessor.ā You say hesitantly, nervously biting at your bottom lip. āDid you click on the link I accidentally sent you?ā
Youāre looking at him so shyly and nervously that he becomes powerless immediately. Wonwoo wants to make you feel more comfortable, but he also is unable to lie to you. āI did.ā He says honestly. āBut once I realized you sent the wrong website, I clicked off.ā
Wonwoo can tell his honestly doesnāt make you feel any better. Just as he goes to comfort you, your attitude suddenly shifts.
āIām really sorry. I swear it wonāt happen again.ā The apology sounds sincere, yet itās missing the usual warmth your voice held whenever you spoke to him. āI have to go. Iāll see you in class.ā
Wonwooās heart sinks when you run off without even giving him a chance to say goodbye. Maybe this is his own fault for taking your once sweet attitude toward him for granted. He never thought a day would come where you would actively avoid him.
A sudden determination to have things go back to the way they were overcomes him. Unfortunately, things got worse before they got better.
When he sees you again, youāre not early. You arenāt late either, but itās odd to see that you donāt seem to care to be early anymore. And you donāt sit right at the front either. No, this time you sit all the way in the back between two boysāLee Chan and Xu Minghao. This somewhat bothers him, but he canāt really be upset. After all, you were allowed to sit wherever you wanted.
Itās not until he sees you giggling and talking with those boysāparticularly Minghaoāduring his lecture that he really gets agitated. He carries on as normally as he can, but this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach is expanding up into his chest keeps distracting him. Deep down, Wonwoo knows this feeling is nothing more than petty jealousy.
Your new behavior carries on for weeks, and it makes Wonwoo feel like heās losing his mind.
Finally, he decides he canāt keep his frustrations pent up inside and does something he knows he shouldnāt. When he gets home, he immediately goes to his room and gets on his computer. He opens the browser and is quick to click on the only site thatās on his favorites. Wonwoo quickly logs in, the action of typing his username and password is muscle memory at this point.
His eyes donāt mind the videos on the homepage, he only focuses on going to his subscriptions and clicks on the only profile he has under his favorites. Wonwoo letās out a laugh. Itās quiet and slightly bitter. Itās funny how worried you were about him clicking on the link when he had been watching your streams since before you became his student.
Wonwoo feels a sense of sour accomplishment. Heās gone almost an entire week without watching any of your videos, but that was all in vain. As he scrolls down, he notices that youāve done two streams since he last watched you. Just as he was deciding which one he was going to watch, he got a notification.
brattydoll sent you a message!
Itās pretty certain that Wonwoo flinched so hard it can be seen from space. He canāt believe what heās seeing, and it almost feels wrong that this is happening to him. But he shoves all those thoughts aside and quickly clicks on the notification.
brattydoll: hi! you were the top tipper for the stream i did last week. as usual, you are eligible for a private stream. let me know what time and day best works for you xoxo
It takes him less than a minute to type a response to let you know heās ready now. He waits in anticipation for your message, really hoping you say youāre ready too.
His dick starts to get hard when you tell him youāll be ready in ten minutes while also explaining the boundaries you have while doing these private streams. He doesnāt really need a reminder since heās won a private stream from you a couple of times before. Honestly, all he can really focus on is how heāll get to have you all for himself. He quicklyĀ strips down to his underwear before he settling into his chair.
Wonwoo feels his cock twitch when you pop up on his screen. You have a sweet, seductive smile on your face as you gaze at your screen. Itās not like the one he was used to, but at least he can pretend youāre directing it at him like you know who he actually is. Heās fully hard by the time he notices that youāre wearing the lingerie set he sent you recently. You look absolutely divine in it. His very own temptation. Licking his lips, Wonwoo starts typing into the chat.
you look beautiful, baby. how have you been?
āHow have I been?ā You tilt your head innocently. āHorny. But what else is new?ā
Fuck. This is exactly why he could never look you in the eyes for too long when he saw you in person. Wonwoo was always afraid you would be able to tell how much he wanted you if he looked at you too long. He was never good at hiding his feelings, after all.
āDo you like how your gift looks on me?ā Your sultry voice asks, and Wonwoo feels his heart pound when your smile becomes affectionate.
i fucking love it. i knew it would be perfect for you.
Your tantalizing grin makes Wonwoo wish he was there with you. God, how he would ruin you.
āBefore I start, I have one question.ā You say as you lick your lips. āAre you not gonna let me see your pretty little cock?ā
Wonwoo lets out a deep breath because he can literally feel his cock throb in need. He quickly angles his webcam so you can only see his torso before he turns on the camera. Your wolffish grin has precum oozing from his bulbous tip, and he thinks vaguely that he would fuck that complacent smirk right off your face if ever given the opportunity.
āThought you were getting shy on me, baby.ā You say as your hands start to trail up your body.
never.
You giggle sweetly, and Wonwoo feels like he can come from the sound alone. He wonders if you know exactly what you do to him and everyone who gets to see you like this. He suspects you do.
āI missed you.ā It comes out breathy as you start to knead your tits. You bite your lip before pulling off your bra. āYou hadnāt been on my latest streams, and I thought that maybe I wasnāt your favorite cam girl anymore.ā
If only you knew.
youāll always be my favorite, kitten.
You moan softly when you see the chat, thumb and index finger pinching and tugging at your nipples. āYou promise?ā
Wonwoo types a quick yes before he grips his cock, thumb rubbing across his slit, spreading the precum all over his tip. His large hand starts to pump his cock, watching as your eyes focus on the what he squeezes and tugs on himself. Wonwoo lets out a shaky groan when he sees your thighs squeeze together.
let me see that pretty pussy, baby.
Youāre quick to push your panties to the side and your two fingers along your wet lips. Wonwooās eyes are glued to your pussy. Watching you use your arousal to lubricate your fingers is driving him insane, and he has to slow his movements when you sink your fingers into your cunt. He wonders what face you would make if it were his fingers fucking you instead. Theyāre so much bigger than yours are.
āFuck.ā You moan as you start to grind into your hand.
Wonwoo watches as your fingers move in and out of your cunt, eyeing the way you arousal is dripping down to your ass. Fuck. He wonders if you always get so wet or if the sight of his cock is getting you off. Part of him feels content deludedly believing itās the latter.
Your moans grow louder when your fingers brush against your sweet spot. Itās rare that you imagine itās your subscriberās dick inside you and not your fingers, but cockydomās cock is just so big and pretty that itās hard not to. The other part of you thinks about your hot professor despite the fact that you were trying to get rid of the feelings you had for him. Oh well. Rome wasnāt built in a day.
Wonwoo curses as his movements speed up. Thereās nothing he loves more than watching you play with yourself while pretending that his fist is actually your sweet little cunt.
you close, baby?
āSo close.ā You whimper as you feel your orgasm building up. āAre you gonna be a good boy and come with me?ā
Heāll do anything you want. Instead of telling you that, Wonwoo types in the chat to keep your eyes on him. He wants you orgasm to the sight of him coming.
Youāre glad your eyes are focused on the pretty dick on your screen because it makes it easier to reach your orgasm. The sight of the flushed cock aching and throbbing makes you clench around your fingers. You can tell heās close by the way his hips are bucking into his hand as he squeezes around the sensitive tip. His thighs are quivering, and with a few more drags of his fist, you see the first rope of cum shoot out of him.
Wonwoo lets out a strangled gasp as his cock throbs wildly with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip. He comes so much that his seed covers his hand and abs. It glistens over his pulsing dick while he fucks his hand through his high. He smirks when he sees that youāre eyes are completely fixed on him as he milks every last drop from his cock.
A low moan tumbles past your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Wonwoo is careful to watch your facial expression, his fist subconsciously speeds up. You're just so fucking hot, and he just imagines how you would look coming on his cock.
You smile nicely and sweetly at the camera, biting your lower lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit. Two fingers spread yourself so he can see the way your folds glisten with your slick. Wonwooās zero in on your quivering cunt and the fingers that held them open. He just wants to take them in his mouth and suck them dry.
āI havenāt came that hard in a long time.ā You breathe out blissfully. āYou always do this to me.ā
Wonwoo swallows thickly. Fuck. Youāre turning him on all over again.
āLetās end it here, baby. Be sure to watch my next stream.ā
And just like that, the screen goes black and Wonwoo is left staring his own reflection.
Sometimes you have to wonder if your life was fateās way of punishing you for something you had done in a previous life because there was no fucking way you were this unlucky without any reason.
When you agreed to meet Seokmin for dinner, you never thought youād be itching to leave the moment you arrived. All you wanted to do was have fun and distract yourself from your failing plan to get over Professor Jeon, but unfortunately for you, fate had other plans.
After the hostess leads you to your table, it becomes clear that bringing along Soonyoung and Chan was a mistake. Because sitting at the table alongside your friend was none other than Professor Jeon Wonwoo. You nearly trip over yourself because not only is he there, laughing and talking without a care in the world, but he looks so fucking hot while doing so.
The older man isnāt wearing his glasses and his hair is slicked up, exposing his forehead. Your professor looks like an absolute dream, but all you can see him as is a nightmare in the flesh.
This could not be happening to you.
It always slips your mind that Seokmin is older than all of you, but now you know that youāll never forget. You considered turning around and making a stealthy escape, but your overenthusiastic friend spots you before you can even make a move. He greets all of you with a loud shout. At this point you can't just run away no matter how badly you want to. But you decide to stifle all your feelings, and try your hardest to not act like a skittish animal.
āProfessor.ā Chan greets casually as you three go to sit, and you envy that heās so nonchalant. āI didnāt know you were coming.ā
āI havenāt seen Seokmin in a long time.ā Wonwoo says, noticing how youāre doing everything in your power not to look at him.
He wonāt stand for it. Not anymore. āItās nice to see you, Y/N.ā
It gives him a sick thrill to see you shiver at his words. Itās subtle, but itās there. He manages to smile instead of smirking like he wants to. Wonwoo has always known youāve felt an attraction toward him, and he wasnāt going to let you forget it. After all, you were his favorite student.
āDonāt be so awkward!ā Seokmin chastises you after you tensely greet your professor. āWonwoo is just a normal guy right now! Donāt even think of him as your professor.ā
If only thatās why you felt so uncomfortable.
Your first mistake of the night was bringing your moronic friends who canāt take a hint. The second mistake was ordering a round of shots to ease your nerves. Itās not like dinner isnāt going smoothly, but the coiling in your stomach refuses to let you relax.
You try to engage as much as you can without letting your emotions slip through, but your professor keeps making it hard. Youāre not sure whatās wrong with him, but he seems interested in everything you have to say, no matter how small. You canāt help but feel a little bitter at that.
Where was this energy when you were making a fool out of yourself during his many classes?
āY/N.ā Seokmin calls in a singsong voice after he downs another shot. āA little birdie told me youāre seeing someone.ā
You try to ignore Wonwooās piercing stare, but itās hard. Instead of focusing on your professorās uncharacteristic behavior, you cast a fleeting glare at Chan. He can never keep his mouth shut, and this time you donāt know how youāre going to keep yourself calm enough to answer Seokmin.
Somehow, you manage to respond normally. āI wouldnāt say that. This little birdie is obviously mistaken.ā
āReally?ā Soonyoung cuts in, and you can literally hear the alcohol starting to dictate his actions. āBecause Minghao has been wanting to fuck you since high school, and you finally went out with the kid last week. Itās gonna break his heart to know that you donāt want to be his girlfriend.ā
You clench your jaw and give Seokmin a look that said, control this fool before I murder him. Sure, maybe it wouldāve been good for Professor Jeon to think that you werenāt trying to get at him because of the link youād sent him, but talking about Minghaoās apparent schoolboy crush on you was not the way you wanted to do that. Also, it was just uncool to air out someoneās intimate feelings like that.
Before any of you could intervene and stop Soonyoungās drunken ramblings, your dear friend keeps talking. āOf course youāre not obligated to return his feelings. If thatās the case, Seungcheol also wants to go out with you. Just let me know."
Chan might not be very observant, but he knows when youāre on the verge of exploding. He definitely does not want to see you on the warpath because itās possibly one of the scariest experiences heās ever gone through. So he quickly intervenes before you decided to shove one of the utensils on the table down Soonyoungās throat.
āYou said Jihoon asked you to sing on the new song heās workin on.ā Chan cuts in before Soonyoung can keep talking. āDid you say yes?ā
This shift in conversation works out for all of ten minutes before Soonyoung starts up again. However, heās now changed his target to your English professor.
āWonwoo.ā Soonyoung slurs the name slightly. āCan I ask you something?ā
You can see the disaster waiting to happen, and you only hope he doesnāt do anything to perturb your teacher. As you share a look with Chan, you can tell heās thinking the same thing.
āSince youāre not my teacher anymore, I feel comfortable asking you this.ā Before he can say anything, Soonyoung continues. āAre you fucking your TA?ā
Everything just goes silent.
Seokminās smile drops instantly. All he can do is gawk at Soonyoung. Chan looks at Professor Jeon while hiding his mouth behind his hand, and you just know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. That dumbass finds it funny, but you know that your friend isnāt done with his drunken questioning. Professor Jeon doesnāt seem all that fazed. He only blinks slowly before his eyes fall to you.
Youāre not sure what Wonwoo sees when he looks at you, but whatever it is, he doesnāt like it. When he looks back at Soonyoung, thereās a lethal coldness in his eyes that you never in a million years thought youād see. If looks could kill, your friend would be nothing but dust at this point.
āNo, Iām not fucking my TA.ā His deep voice comes out in a growl and you almost want to hit yourself for feeling turned just by the sound of it. āWhy would youā?ā
āYou donāt have to lie. Youāre amongst friends here.ā Soonyoung declares with a laugh.
God, youāve never wanted to throttle anyone more than you did right at that moment.
āBesides, you were seen having dinner at Michelins.ā Soonyoung says before he gestures to himself then to you and Chan. āBy us.ā
It was official. You were definitely paying for something wicked that you had done in a past life.
Wonwooās shocked gaze falls to you, but you and Chan are too busy looking like you were one more word away from strangling Soonyoung to pay him any attention. Ten shades of horror goes through him at that moment because even though there was nothing going on between him and his TA, he didnāt want you to think there was.
āAha,ā Seokmin chuckles nervously. āSoonyoungās a little drunk, I guess.ā
āThatās right.ā You say with a disgenuine smile and gritted teeth. āHe doesnāt know what heās talking about.ā
Luckily, Seokmin is quick to call for the check with the pretext of needing to get up early to go record with Jihoon. You share a look with Chan as you all get up, knowing you were both utterly fucked. Sure, Professor Jeon didnāt seem like the petty type, but Soonyoung had a way of bringing that side out in people.
āWanna share an Uber?ā Chan asks you as he hold on to a wandering Soonyoung.
Again, you ignore your professorās piercing gaze and shake your head. āMinghaoās gonna take me home.ā You say as you gesture behind you to the waiting car.
Wonwoo watches with a clenched jaw as you slip away after only offering him a halfhearted farewell.
Since his plan didnāt work this time, he was going to move to Plan B.
It makes him smirk a bit. Soon enough, youād be the obedient, earnest student you were before this entire mess started.
If Wonwoo felt hesitant about executing his plan before, he definitely doesnāt after seeing the way your attention is focused on Xu Minghao the entirety of his class. He can barely manage to keep a calm facade as he tells you that he needs you to see him before his office hours are over. Just as he hoped, you come just when thereās about ten minutes left. He knows you do it so you wouldnāt have to spend much time with him.
You try to rush him because you canāt stand him when he has his hair slicked up and no glasses on. And you feel like youāre going crazy because it almost seems like heās aware of this with the way heās looking at you.
āI wanted to make sure you donāt feel uncomfortable around me after what happened the other night.ā
Itās a shame that you canāt tell him that you donāt want to talk about it, especially with him. Instead of telling him that you just wanted him to get out of your mind and heart, you only offered him an impassive shrug. āI donāt. Is that all?ā
āI also hope you know Iām not sleeping with my TA.ā Wonwoo says in a slow drawl that makes a familiar heat gather at the pit of your gut.
āYeah.ā You breathe out shakily. āI know you wouldnāt sleep with a student or someone who was your student.ā
You feel like a wounded gazelle when Professor Jeon starts to stalk toward you. A quiet squeal leaves your throat when he wraps a strong arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. āWho says I wouldnāt?ā He hums against the shell of your ear. āIām not fucking my TA because sheās not the one I want.ā
A dull thumping sound fills your ears, and it takes you a second to realize that itās your heart. You swallow thickly and look at Wonwoo with wide eyes when he pulls away from your ear. āIā¦ but thisāā
āDonāt look so surprised.ā He purrs in that deep voice of his, and you can already feel the wetness start to pool between your legs. āDespite what you all think, Iām a cocky dom.ā
It takes you half a second to figure out what heās implying. Your jaw drops, feeling like youāve been body snatched and dropped in an alternate universe. āYouā! Youāreā!ā
āDonāt get shy on me now, kitten. Thatās not you.ā
If heās cockydom, then heās been watching you for a long time. Much longer than youāve been his student. It flatters and mortifies you all at the same time.
āDo you know how hard it was to have you so close without being able to touch you?ā Wonwoo groans as he presses closer to you. He smirks when you whimper at the feeling of his hard cock resting against you.
āI couldnāt even look at you without thinking about your pretty little cunt.ā
Suddenly, it all makes sense to you. His coldness, his unwillingness to pay you much attention, everything. Thatās all you need to realize before you smash your lips on to his.
Wonwoo moans into your mouth, hands sliding down beneath your skirt to dig into your ass. His cock twitches when he feels that you arenāt wearing any underwear. Fuck. He was going to ruin you in every way possible.
You slowly guide him toward his desk without disconnecting from his lips, needing him to fuck you like youāve dreamed of him doing from the moment you saw him. Just as youāre about to bend over his desk and show him how wet you already are, a knock startles you both.
āProfessor? Can I come in?ā
You both recognize it as his TAās voice, and just as Wonwoo is about to tell her to get lost, you put a finger to your lips. He can only watch as you drop to your knees and crawl under his desk before you motion for him to sit down. Itās almost comical how easily he complies with your wishes, just how he always has during the private streams.
You really do have him wrapped around your little finger.
Wonwoo pushes his chair forward a bit, but not too much so he wouldnāt crowd you. He clears his throat before telling his TA she can come in.
āI hope Iām not interrupting anything.ā
āNo.ā Wonwooās smile is too pretty and too casual for your liking. āNot at all.ā
So you do what any other rational person would do.
You start to undo his pants.
Wonwoo is always good at keeping a poker face, but youāve observed him long enough to know when heās starting to get flustered. The edges of his mouth tighten and his eyes get this look in them. It makes you lick your lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Somehow, you manage to get his cock out of his pants without making too much noise. You find it kind of cute how Wonwoo is acting like heās unaffected. However, his hard, twitching cock says otherwise. Itās so big and thick, and looks ten times prettier in person.
You lick your lips before you wrap them around the big mushroom top, gently swirling your tongue around to nurture the head. Youāre looking up at him, holding back a smirk. He keeps talking with his TA about lesson plans and other shit you donāt really care about. How can you when you finally have his cock in your hands and mouth like youāve always wanted?
Wonwoo covers a moan with a cough when you take the rest of him into your mouth. Well as much as you can, anyway. They say the camera adds ten pounds, but it didnāt do his pretty cock any justice. You can barely fit half of him in your mouth.
That doesnāt stop you from sucking his dick like a lollipop. Itās heavy against your tongue, weighing it down with the sweet, opaque drops of precum. Wonwoo is surprisingly good at not making any noise, but you can tell heās close when he starts to carefully thrust up into your mouth, forcing you to take him a little deeper.
You speed up your movements as much as you can without making any actual noise, hollowing your cheeks as you do.
āAre you okay?ā That stupid TA of his asks. āYou look a little flushed.ā
āJust fine.ā He grits out with a tense smile. āWe should probably wrap up now.ā
You hear the rustling of papers just as Wonwoo starts twitching in your mouth. The soft whine you let out feels like a hot rubber band around his cock.
āLock the door on your way out.ā Now your professor sounds like heās in pain, and you know you have him right where you want him.
āOkay?ā His TA sounds confused. āBut are you sure youāreā?ā
āJust go.ā He growls, and in the next second you hear the door slam shut.
You almost laugh, but when you see Wonwooās thighs clenching you prepare yourself to swallow every last fit of cum he has for you. It doesnāt take long for his cock to twitch wildly before ropes of hot, salty cum shoot down your throat. He always comes a lot, but you overestimate your ability to swallow it all. Some of this spills out of the edges of your mouth as Wonwoo lets out a loud moan.
When you pull away, he grips your arm and helps you up so youāre face to face with him. He looks so good, sweaty and flushed from his orgasm. Wonwooās thumb wipes the excess cum from your chin before shoving his sticky finger in your mouth. You happily lick his tongue clean, making sure to moan wantonly while you do so.
Wonwoo picks you up easily and settles you on the edge of his desk. His eyes are dark and hungry as he put his hands on either side of your thighs. āSuch a fucking tease, kitten. What would you have done if she caught us?ā
You boldly smirk at him, feeling your arousal drip out of you and spill on to his desk. āNo one would believe her anyway. Everyone knows sweet, respectful Professor Jeon would never fuck a student.ā
Thatās all it takes for him to grip the front of your flimsy t-shirt and literally rip it off of you. The cold air hits your bare tits, and you canāt stop the surprised gasp that you let out.
āNo bra and no panties?ā Wonwoo growls, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples. āWere you planning on seeing that boy tonight?ā
You bite your lip and smirk. Maybe you would let Soonyoung off the hook sooner than planned. āSo what if I was? You have your TA to keep you company after hours, no?ā
Wonwoo growls a bit before he lifts your skirt enough to expose your dripping cunt. He licks his lips when he sees that your sweet nectar is staining his desk. He gently moves to rub your folds before delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. You whine loudly, hips thrusting upward. He repeats his actions until youāre literally trembling against him.
āSuch a bad girl.ā Wonwoo says as he start to rub your cunt to ease the stings of his slaps. āBut let me make something clear to you, kitten. I make the rules here.ā
Before you can think to protest, Wonwoo shoves his fingers inside you, knuckle deep. You can only moan and grind into his hand as he curls them expertly against your sweet spot. His actions almost have you screaming, cunt clamping down on his relentless digits. He pulls out his fingers from your needy hole with a wet pop just before you can allow yourself to fall into true bliss.
Wonwoo smirks when you let out a bratty whine. He loved every second of it. His bratty princess. āYour pussy is so greedy, baby. Sucking my fingers in and not wanting to let go.ā
You might feel embarrassed, but Wonwoo drops to his knees and smashes his face into your hot cunt. He smirks against you when you let out the sexiest moan heās ever heard. Immediately, he shoves his tongue inside you and swirls it around slowly, licking up every drop of your juices.
Wonwoo canāt help but moan at how good you taste. Fuck. He knew you would taste like heaven, and it feels wrong that heās deprived himself of you for so long. This all feels like a dream to him.
All you can do is whimper and mewl as you grind your cunt into his face. You let out a broken whimper as you feel your climax approaching. āProfessor!ā
Wonwoo pulls away from your cunt, smirking when you whine. āUh, uh, kitten. Itās Wonwoo. Say my name.ā
He groans when he sees your fluttering hole clench around nothing, and again he dives in like a madman. This time he shoves his fingers inside of you, needing you to come on his tongue. All it takes is a few licks and pump of his fingers for you to close your legs around his head and orgasm with a shout of his name.
āWonwoo!ā
Fuck. Heāll never get over hearing you moan his name. At this point he doesnāt care if the dean himself hears you. He wonāt stop until he stuffs you full of his cum.
You can only watch as he tugs off his clothes, appreciating how good his body looks in person. Wonwoo stalks towards you and rubs your cunt a little, mean smirk on his face. You pout at him with a low whine and wrap your thighs wrapping around his waist. āDonāt be mean like you usually are.ā
His other hand moves around your body to roughly knead at the swell of your ass, pushing you against his fingers. You mewl softly, fluttering your eyelashes bat him as you look at him with puppy dog eyes that you know he wonāt deny.
āDonāt be a fucking brat.ā He growls suddenly shoving his slick coated fingers past your lips to shut you up.
Your tongue feels heavy as you twirl the tip around the pads of his fingers, hands scratching at his chest. A low groan rumbles in his broad chest as he watches you with darkened eyes. āOnly good girls get fucked, kitten. Remember that.ā
Before you can say something bratty as is your custom, the words on the tip of your tongue when you feel the tip of his cock grinding against your wet entrance. It makes your mind go blank with need.
Wonwooās fingers slips out of your mouth and settle on your hips to keep you still. āYour little cunt is so wet, all for this fucking cock, huh?ā
You nod fervently, mewling loudly as he pushed in slowly. The stretch burns, but also feels so fucking good. You feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock, but Wonwoo isnāt satisfied with only your mewls and whimpers. Even as heās fully sheathed inside your hot cunt, heās thrusting painfully slow, dragging his hard cock along your walls torturously.
āDonāt stay quiet, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock.ā
Your whine makes him throb inside you. āIāve wanted your cock for so long. Just fuck me already.ā
āWhat a whiny little brat.ā Wonwoo smirks as his hands move up your body to pinch your nipples. āSo fucking cute.ā His words are slightly slurred, drunk on the feeling of your pussy struggling to fit his whole length.
āFuck! Wonwoo!ā You moan when he starts to thrust into you.
You can only whimper and gasp as his big cock rams into you at an unrelenting pace. Itās almost too much, but you quickly learn that your nerdy English professor is insatiable. His palms trail down to your thighs until he has your trembling legs pushed up against your chest. This new position makes him fuck you deeper, and by now youāre babbling under him, head thrown back and incomprehensible moans on your lips.
āFucking love your cock!ā You moan as he continues to hit the spongy spot inside you.
Your thighs are quivering from how hard heās fucking you, but you love it. All you can focus on his how the cook in your stomach is on the verge of snapping.
Wonwoo groans at the feeling of your slick walls clamping down on his cock. He pulls back a bit, watching in awe as the base of his cock gets coated in a thin white ring of cream. A broken moan tears from his throat as his cock starts to twitch and throb inside you. āGonna come for me, baby?ā
All you can do is nod stupidly as he lets out another groan from how tightly your pussy is. āGood girl.ā
It only takes one more snap of Wonwooās hips for you to come undone and coat his cock with your cream. He moans along with you, hips still thrusting to fuck you through your orgasm.
Your glassy eyes stare up at him in your afterglow and you wonder if itās the mind numbing orgasm singing through your veins or if Wonwoo has always looked so ethereal.Ā
āFuck, kitten. All this for me? How cute.ā
You can only whine pathetically when you realize Wonwoo is talking about the wet squelch thatās filling his office when his cock slams in your pussy. A string of broken whimpers tumble past your lips at how heās pounding into your overstimulated cunt.
āSo fucking tight, baby.ā He breathes out heavily.
From his sloppy thrusts, you can tell me close. It makes you grin and purposely clench down on him. āFill me up, professor.ā
He thinks youāre kidding until you push away the hands that are still holding on to your legs. You stealthily wrap them around his waist so he wonāt pull out. Wonwoo moans, unable to hold back his orgasm. You both moan as he dumps his cum into you, his hot seed filling you to the brim.
He slowly lets you go, and just as you think youāre done. Wonwoo flips you over so youāre on your stomach and bent over his desk. He groans at the sight of his cum leaking out of your cute little pussy.
You lay pliant and silent as Wonwoo folds your skirt up, his big hands kneading the globes of your ass in a gentle circle. Being the inpatient brat that you are, you wiggle your hips back until you bump against his damp cock. Wonwoo lets you rut your ass against his crotch for friction until he stills your hips with a click of his tongue. āSo impatient, baby.ā
āOnly for you, babe.ā
Wonwoo groans and spreads one ass cheek to the side and exposing your messy cunt to the air. Youāre so pretty and wet for him, hole fluttering and glossy with your mixed release.
āWant me to fill your tight little cunt again?ā Wonwoo asks patronizingly as he nudges the head of his cock between your wet folds.
You smirk against the cool wood of his desk. āDonāt act like youāre not dying to.ā
Wonwoo canāt be angry when you arch your ass further against him in invitation. Not when he knows your words are true. Also, he finds it increasingly difficult to refuse you. His fingers curl around your waist and your body down his desk until he impales your little pussy on his cock. The stretch is painstakingly slow, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge,and vein dragging along your walls.
āOh!ā You moan wantonly. āFuck me.ā
āLook how well you take me. If only you wouldāve kept your attention on me, I wouldāve been nicer.ā
You canāt tell if heās mocking you or not, but you donāt fucking care. His big cock feels too good that itās all you can think about.
Wonwoo groans in approval, watching the way your pussy expands as he draws back. Heās obsessed with the way your cunt sucks him in nice and tight as he plunges back into you. Being the insatiable little brat that you are. You start you bounce yourself back on his cock.
āKitten.ā He says through a strained moan. āWhat did I tell youā?ā
His reprimand is cut off with a sharp grunt, his hips stuttering while you tremble and frantically fuck your cunt on his cock at a quick pace, the pleasure coiling in your lower belly faster than before.Ā He smirks and decides to match your pace until you canāt take it anymore.
āSo wet and perfect for me.ā
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Wonwoo start to slam into your spot at a brutal pace. The loud squelching from your pussy and your moans is all you can hear. Itās almost a miracle that no one has come to his office from all the noise youāre making.
āBut I think.ā Wonwoo grunts as the tip of his cock ventured deep into your cunt, intoxicating him with your tightness. āMy bratty princess still needs to be taught a lesson.ā
His deeps voice makes you shudder, and when you sink your nails into the hard woods, you feel large palms cover your smaller hands. Wonwoo links your fingers together before he starts pounding into you once again. He groans at the feeling of your hot cunt clenching down on him. So perfect and tight.
He fucks into you roughly until youāre wrapped around him so tightly that he can barely move. Wonwoo can tell that heās fucked you stupid because all you can do is whine and moan about how big he is. Itās nonsensical babbling that doesnāt really make sense, but he loves every bit of it. All it takes is for you to cream on his cock for his own orgasm to hit. Your spasming walls make him thrust deeply into you, fucking his cum back into your walls relentlessly.
Once he canāt handle the overstimulation he gently pulls out of your sensitive cunt. You mewl softly, and Wonwoo feels like his heart is on the verge of exploding. He gently rubs his thumbs against the back of your hands before pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head.
āCome on, baby.ā He says gently as pulls you up from his desk. āLetās get you home.ā
Youāre not sure when you fall into an almost domestic routine with Wonwoo, but youāre too busy enjoying the bliss of fucking him to care. A giddy feeling blooms in your chest when youāre leaving your part-time job for the night and see your professor's sleek black car waiting for you. No matter how many times heās waited for you, the warm feeling never dulls.
Within minutes of getting into his car, your back is brushing up against the steering wheel as you sit on Wonwooās lap. By now youāve taken off your jeans and are only wearing an oversized sweatshirt that originally belonged to him. Of course, youāre also wearing the pair of lacy panties that he bought for you a while back.
āFuck, kitten.ā Wonwoo licks his lips as he lifts the material covering your clothed cunt. His cock twitches when he sees that the fabric is wet. āDid you know I was coming?ā
The grin you give him makes him want to ruin you. āI was hoping you would.ā
Youāre so needy, but he loves it. And now heās going to ruin you all over again.
Wonwoo loves the pretty little sounds you let out as you start to grind into his clothed cock. āYouāre acting so needy. Does that mean youāre gonna behave tonight?ā
You give him an impish grin and shake your head. It would be a cold day in hell if you were ever to be pliant for him. Wonwoo growls lowly, and before you know it, heās pulling out his cock and dragging you up and down the length of it. āYou feel that? Itās all for you, baby.ā
Being the impatient brat that you are, you donāt wait for him to give you permission to sink down on to his cock and start bouncing on it. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, desperately holding on to him as if he could disappear right in front of you. His fat cock is stretching you out so much, and no matter how many times youāve fucked already, youāre still not used to it.
āFuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight.ā
You let out a loud whine when Wonwoo starts to thrust up into you. All you can do is moan his name as your pussy spasms and clenched down on him as he grips your ass to help you fuck his cock.
āSo fucking good.ā You mewl as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust.
The sound of skin slapping fills the car and all you can think about is how good you feel. It doesnāt matter that your arousal is leaking down to his balls and staining his pants. Your hot cunt feels too good. Wonwoo moves his hand down to toy with your clit, thumb pressing into it a bit as he starts rhythmically rubbing it with his thrusts.
Wanton moans spill from your mouth as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your fingers claw at his chest as you finally come, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen finally snap. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he goes as deep as he can before finally releasing his load into you.
As usual, Wonwoo keeps fucking into your wet walls, eager to fuck his cum back inside you. Your mixed release seeps down to the driver seat, but thatās the least of Wonwooās worries. He pounds into you harder, your cunt practically swollen now by how hard heās fucking into you.
Finally, he slows his movement before completely stopping. He makes no move to detach from you.
āWill you spend the night with me?ā
He asks so shyly and cutely that you canāt deny him. Itās not like you were going to anyway.
āWhen am I gonna get fucked on cam?ā You read the chat with a giggle.
āI donāt know.ā You said as you smirk at the man behind the camera. āWhenever my boyfriend stops being so camera shy.ā
Wonwoo bites his lip, smirking as you took off your bra. If itās something you wanted, if course he would do it.
Because youāre his favorite.
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''closed for cleaning on mondays'' comes from a sign, right? where it had been like written in English first and then a translation request sent to some office for the Welsh part and the autoreply came back saying the closed for cleaning bit but it's in Welsh so the people sending the request think it's the text they wanted translated, so then the road sign reads like:
''[Closed for cleaning on Mondays, but in Welsh] // Llanfainpwllgwyngyll Regional Airport 5 km"
i thought I remembered some kind of story like that......
...this is a highly surreal ask to receive and I lowkey cannot work out if you Know and are baiting me or if the stars have just aligned weirdly that I am being asked this.
Okay so no, "Closed for cleaning on Mondays" is just an isolated joke by itself, thrown out because it's funny to think of a country being closed for cleaning. HOWEVER. I do know exactly what you're vaguely remembering (or possibly fully remembering and gleefully pretending otherwise *sus*).
A new road was built near a supermarket in Swansea into a residential area in 2008, so they needed a road sign to tell delivery lorries not to enter the road. Someone in the roads section of Swansea Council duly sent the sign text ("No entry for heavy goods vehicles. Residential site only") to be translated to their internal translation department.
What they got back was an email that said:
Nid wyf yn y swyddfa ar hyn o bryd. Anfonwch unrhyw iaith i'w gyfieithu i EMAIL ADDRESS os gwelwch yn dda.
I am not in the office at the moment. Please send any work to be translated to EMAIL ADDRESS.
At which point, the galaxy-brained individual who received that response went "Ah, excellent, my translation - WAIT. Something is Wrong with this translation."
And he looked at it, and examined it, and pondered it, and then went: "Hang on. My text didn't have an email address in it."
And he looked at it again, and examined it again, and pondered it again, and then went: "Hang on. I remember from school that 'Os gwelwch yn dda" means 'please'. My text didn't have the word please in it."
And he looked at it a final time, and examined it a final time, and pondered it a final time, and then went: "I have solved the mystery here. The translator is Wrong. I just need to remove that email address and 'please' and then it'll say what I want."
And thus this happened:
And that got picked up by Welsh media, and then UK media, and then international media, and even the New York Times or some shit reported it, and then MASSIVE FUCKING SCRUTINY descended upon, not the roads department of Swansea council who were actually responsible, but the translation department of Swansea Council, because this was considered Proof that we shouldn't have to put Welsh on road signs and we should all just let Welsh die.
And THAT meant the translators working for Swansea Council suddenly had to go through their out-of-office emails to prove that they're nice and clear and easy to understand and this wasn't their fault.
And one of those poor hapless translators, whose out-of-office email was suddenly being scrutinised by the New York Times as potential evidence that his job shouldn't exist and his language should be wiped out...
WAS MY HUSBAND.
DID YOU KNOW, TUMBLR USER GIRLWARLOCK
DID YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS PERSONAL
ARE YOU TOYING WITH ME
WHAT SORT OF POWER PLAY I'M
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a/n: uururgghghh im starting to struggle to write i swear the next one will be a fluff one. pt.2 to this
warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, filming, cockwarming, creampies / breeding kink, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), phone sex, fingering, cumshots, praise, somnophilia, handjobs, size kink, lingerie, let me know if i missed anything, n*sfw under the cut
ā¶ NANAMI
nanami is an interesting sugar daddy. he thinks itās bc the opportunity came so randomly that he didnāt know what to do, so heās new to this as youāre new to him, not expecting the man to show up when you had sent a drunk email to a craigslist listing
it was amusing seeing your email, but he could tell there was at least a bit of need for some monetary assistance when u sent it in because yes, you were drunk but also the type of honest drunk that reminded him of a certain friendā¦ you literally spelt it all out for nanami in the email
and you explicitly remember sinking into your hands when you listened to your friend to go ahead with the meeting and nanamiās small amused smile, knowing way more things about you on your first meeting just from the message
youāre nanamiās first sugar baby, so tbh he doesnt know what to expect, but if he were to actually choose, he wouldnt want a sugar baby, like geto, who is too used to being indulged and spoiled. he needs gratitude or a thank you when he buys you things and heās okay if youre picky, just not too bc then itās like impossible to please you
he reluctantly asks gojo about it later on and he is so annoying while explaining to nanami about sugar babies and stuff, but gojo made some pretty good points, shoving a picture of his own sugar baby into nanamiās face with a laugh and then nanami immediately leaves LMFAO
iād say nanami is pretty lenient though, just strict about what you spend money on sometimes. like if youāre buying a 2024 diary for you to journal, heās just going to stare at you because he KNOWS you will not keep that journal up lol (sorry to the those who like to journal ahhdhfner)
or like buying those weird expensive snacks with new, experimental flavours only for it to taste like shit and nanami has to gulp down two glasses of water after eating a bbq flavoured chocolate bar
ok im aware this would work even if he wasnāt ur sugar daddy but just pretend
nanami learns the ins and outs for caring about a sugar baby pretty fast, wiring you an allowance everyday and bringing you to events occasionally, but more importantly figuring out your boundaries and how this relationship would go about
it started off purely transactional at first, but then he starts to imagine meeting up more with you, taking you places. it happens against his will for him bc heās seen these types of relationships fall apart, and he hates opening up to ppl in the first place. but then one day youāre telling him youre meeting with someone from university and he gets so annoyed the next time you meet up
turns out you were hoping heād do something about it, and he did
like gojo, he wants to be a good boyfriend as he is being your sugar daddy
although heās very stoic, you know he cares for you when he does small things like buying you the right kinds of pads, paying silently for the dinner when he goes to the ātoiletā, finding jobs with you because he doesnt mind if you want to earn ur own money, occasionally buying you little things he finds in high-end stores that are not clothes that reminds him of you.
he doesnāt mind the minor dent in his account after treating you, bc he knows youāre content with already needing money for university. the extra gifts are just a bonus and it warms your heart when he does all these small things
gives you money like semi-often!! he knows you dont spend it impulsively so he spreads out the times he gives you your allowanceĀ
being his sugar baby is sooo classy like you have gotten so many tight black dresses for events that sometimes you cant find things to wear to the grocery store
goes ALL out for anniversaries always, buying you matching necklaces where he takes the other half, bouquets of flowers, that pair of earrings you were looking at the storefront
oh yea heās always buying you bouquets, you have no idea where to put them
heās better with larger, wearable gifts as opposed to gojoās type of small trinket gift giving, but just like gojo he also loves getting you an initial necklace, but just for the sole purpose of showing that you belong to him. itās cute, he finds himself staring at the N.K. on your neck every time you meet upĀ
nanami loves his suits, but he is TERRIBLE at dressing out of them. mismatched patterns, ugly ass shoes, please save him
he lets you drag him to buy some clothes for him but whatever he swears he just looks like a grandpa. maybe itās bc of his light coloured hair
very good at giving pointers for your style tho, so he smiles when he sees you pick a dress bc he said so, a hand dipping down to your ass to squeeze briefly
loves when you visit him in the office whenever you have no classes for the day, a cute sundress on as you bring his lunch like a cute lil wife.
he values privacy a lot and doesnt like to open up at times, so it takes a while for him to properly let you in in his insecurities and doubts. it happens at first when you realise nanami doesnt call you the various pet names he does when around ppl he knows and you bring it up and it escalated into a whole argument
you were just so close to leaving to give him his space but then he starts slowly about having people leave him before and he doesnt want to mess this shit up again. he feels you deserve better, but you told him he is better
with that, u were able to deepen ur bond, but also it allowed nanami to allow a person in his life again, letting your things take over his bathroom space and living room
the first time he considers buying a ring is when you hang off his arm and interact kindly with his clients and fellow CEOs, ignoring the strange pull of his heart. itās like you understand the importance of
these events, and even though through knowing you and how you didnt exactly favour crowded places, you still put yourself through it
you have to catch your breath later in the bathroom and nanamiās outside, worried as hell and you tell him youre fine, but heās not having it so u roll your eyes and exit the bathroom, shocked to see his usually calm face turned into an expression of anxiety
he says that you both will leave immediately and you protest but all he does is shake his head and drive you back. needless to say you had so much more fun watching stupid romcoms and cuddling until youre waking up in the morning to something poking you in the back and thereās this adorable flush that overcomes nanamiās cheeks lol
n*sfw hcās below
doesnt like to jerk off normally. if he does itās usually morning wood or after seeing a beautiful woman but he just. doesnt get those desires and the need for release. that doesnt mean hes not good at sex or whatever. hes had his days during uni and stuff, but ever since heās started work itās been so busy he really has no time whatsoever
sex life with nanami is sweet yet unpredictable. youve always started out slow and sensual mainly because he doesnt want to hurt you or go too roughly but one day youre bringing up how to make ur sex life more exciting and he went āi couldve done this the whole time?ā
you had the best night of your life that night jus sayin!!!!
we have established this thru the fandom but nanami is a pleasure dom when it comes to you, not quite like geto who likes watching you do the work. nanami has to give you the pleasure himself
heās eaten you out more times than youve fucked and heās really done it everywhere. he has done it under the table when youre on a call for your class. heās done it at event bathrooms, heās done it at night in the park.Ā
NOW. nanami is not big on public sex but then he sees you bend over during your picnic to catch the plastic bag and the wind blew up ur skirt and he saw ur cute little pussy under ā¦. he couldnt resist it
likes the the possibility of getting caught, and itās obvious you might because you r soooo wet every time he flicks at your clit
he only does it if he gets to eat you out, and if hes really needy, heāll grant you a quickie but other than that he can hold himself back - plus you deserve better than to be bent over a bathroom sink
also loves breeding you, unprotected sex all da way. likes the way it seeps out of you and your shivers when you feel him fill you up. would get a vasectomy for you considering how much he looooves to cum deep in you
regarding the kinks you may have brought up to him itās just hoping heād be rougher, maybe even try some degradation, you even discussed he could use you when youre sleeping if he wanted to. other things include phone sex and the use of toys, but you mentioned that as long as you were both comfy there could always be a fun time
and bro loved it. u realise heās only ever focused on praise on most days but when heās stressed from work he always takes it out on you and you fuckin love it lol.
youve done it over the phone a few times but he thinks he prefers to do a video call better, but the first time he wanted to he didnt know how to switch the call from an audio to a video one and you had already came lmaoooo
you were giggling once nanami grumbled over the receiver, but you helped him easily just by talking bout how youd ride him or how youd suck his cock
10/10 that experience and being with you made him be more open to blowjobs more often, not that he didnt before! but hes always been putting you first that hes never thought much abt his own pleasure <3
warning for drabble: consensual somnophilia, no foreplay, mating press, nanami is a little rough, brief fingering and cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink
nanami comes home to your sleeping figure, calm and even breaths leaving your person with a small smile on your face and all he can do is coo, running a hand up your thigh before preparing to carry you, not expecting that when you open your legs, he sees the centre of your pants harbouring a darker, wet spot, pussy lips pulled taunt from how tight your pants were.
and the man immediately chokes back a moan, remembering the conversation after he had used you to your limit on the kitchen counter, scratching on the smooth marble surface while your face was smushed up against the flat surface. with a little grin, you wished he let out his frustrations on you more, even when you were sleeping ā and what better time now that his head was close to popping a vein with how incompetent his workers were?
a moan distracts nanamiās thoughts, and among the unintelligible noises you make, he can figure out how youāre probably dreaming, cock hardening once he hears that you wānna be filled. that is enough reason for him to unbuckle his pants with a relieved sigh, the cold air on his length making him hiss as he peels his underwear off him, length hitting his torso from how hard he was.
āyou donāt know what you do tāme, baby,ā nanami mumbles, pumping his cock with slow strokes before swiping your pants to the side, lightheaded from just how wet you seem to be. he drags his cock along your folds, collecting your slick on his leaking tip that mixes with the pre-cum and he groans at how you seem to drip more just from that gesture, inching his fat cock into your pliant cunt without much trouble.
youāre so tight, sucking him in the moment heās sheathed in you until he bottoms out and youāre whining louder now, still bordering on the line of consciousness and unconsciousness. youāre clenching around him so hard that he struggles to move, until heās feeling you grasp his arm with fatigue in your eyes.
āuse me, kentoāā nanami grunts at those words, pulling out just to slam back into you and the slutty moan that leaves you cuts through your slumber because nanamiās deeper than heās ever been in you. your eyes crack open at your boyfriend whoās currently fucking into you, hips moving at a speed faster usual and you cry out when his tip kisses your cervix just barely.Ā
āfeel so fuckinā good, just let me use you like a cocksleeve, alright?ā nanami groans out, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest and the change in position makes you whine, hitting your spots so well now that youāre in a mating press. from here nanami is hypnotised with the way your juices collect on his length, the squelching noises of your sopping cunt only fuelling him on. āwhoās making you feel this good, baby?ā
thereās tears that linger at your waterline, struggling to even get out a coherent sentence when youāre babbling incomplete sentences and nanami smiles at the drool leaving the corners of your mouth. āyouā you a-areā oh my god!ā
ārub your clit for me, doll,ā nanami whispers out, already feeling his orgasm approaching from how snug you were around him, and the feeling of your fingers massaging languid circles into your clit makes him grunt, and soon after that nanami cums with a loud moan, so vulnerable in that moment that his deep voice goes up a pitch as he releases in you, hot cum spilling into your womb.
you mewl from the feeling but youāre left empty when he removes his cock and dips down to latch his mouth onto your clit, shoving his fingers into your gaping hole to keep you filled. nanami sucks on your bundle of nerves until you cum with a cry of his name, toes curling on his shoulder as your slick drips down his hand.
āmessy, messy baby,ā nanami grins, popping his fingers into his mouth before he spreads your pussy, seeing the mixture of your cum and his leak out, āletās get you cleaned up, hm?ā
ā¶ TOJI
toji is an all rounded sugar daddy!!! boyfriend.. not so much he is a man who values work and does it well but he gets engrossed in it too much
preferences for a sugar baby vary bc theres a lot of factors involved. itās not just one thing that he feels will dictate if he likes you as a sugar baby or not but the one important thing he doesnt like is when you dont pull your weight? if that makes sense
like not knowing what you want in life is perfectly fine but if youre just sitting on your ass and expecting money to come in itās irksome to him, especially when hes worked his ass off to get to where he is today
he also likes it if you have a smart, snarky mouth. it amuses him seeing you flip the finger at him or tell some worker in his company off for commenting on your skimpy outfit
you two met in university. when he was younger he used to work as a professor, but now bc hes the CEO of a big company, heās only able to handle adjunct jobs
basically he helped you out of a shitty house and stress from not having enough money, that causes you not to do your best in classes and heās so glad he took a chance on you because heās never seen you so bright before in class. but he couldnt stay much after taking over a CEO position, so he left in the middle of your second year
pleasantly surprised when he gets an email one day thanking him for the stuff he did for you, offers u a job at his company and from then on he says how heād like to take care of you despite you finishing school
it also starts out as transactional but one day youre asking to meet in his office to ask why youre getting special treatment and youre telling him itās not necessary when youre working for him now. ānonsense. i want to take care of you.ā
his feelings slipped on a late night when he was working overtime and you stayed up too in order to see toji. you wouldnt admit to yourself but you liked him too. a little more than your usual crush bc ohhh lord have you seen his physique
and he comes out to see you still working and comes to annoy you and just gives you a fat stack of money out of nowhere??? hes bad with words ok
he says i mean it and waits for you to make the first move, but you dont and hes leaning forward to give you a soft kiss. ppl were confused as to why the lights of an office were still on at 3am while you were making out needily on his desk and he pulls insane orgasm after orgasm from you that day
hes a doting man, softened by the years of ageing but he works too much. itās all he ever knows when youāre on his office couch begging him to go home.
will usually buy in lunch bc hes lazy to get it but sometimes youll cook and bring it to him too.
loves to treat you randomly, but theyre always gifts that youāre confused about bc he hasnt bought a gift for a woman in years so the first time he gifts you an air fryer (not sure why i have an obsession w/ air fryers lately) youre like ???? wtf am i supposed to do with this
and he tells you itās u have easy access to lunch or dinner without leaving your dorms and youre like āhoney i graduated already???ā and heās like oh. oh yea
poor guy did this to himself bc hes so deep in work so he doesnt see you often. he probsbly got mixed up with the days where he would meet you in between meetings and he just was there to accompany you on ur study sesh. he liked watching you study, and it would take a while for him to admit heās actually liked you way before he offered you a job
toji gets better with giving gifts i swear. and he does it, he lovesss to order things and make the delivery man walk up to your desk with a dior box full of clothing
but sometimes he wishes he could do something more meaningful. he likes to give you SIMPLE handmade gifts. sometimes he gets so frustrated bc his fingers r so big so theyre usually easy to complete things. theyāre not like of milestones or memories or photos though, more of silly things like paper rings or a paper fortune teller.
writes. a lot, more than geto. he writes more than makes gifts, and his handwriting is so messy sometimes you dont know what hes saying, but he finds that words on paper is much easier for him than voicing it out (this makes me want to write this me thinks)
so you spend a whole afternoon trying to make out what heās saying like a detective and when sleep catches up to you he can only smile at your deciphering questions like u were trying to solve a cipher and writes you almost got this line right lolol
looks really good in suits but needs to go shopping often bc sometimes he works out too hard and his shoulders grow again at this point he should continually donate his blazers to thrift stores
sometimes he gives them to you as a jacket of some sort and he tries not to twitch from how small u look in them. the attraction goes both ways, and he wants to cuddle you up and also fuck you silly in it
always wearing that tight shirt of his that never rlly fits him. kinda mediocre and repetitive fit ā heās not exactly interested in fashion
loves to treat you to things. loves to spoil you and see you wearing the things he bought for you, but theyre more casual clothes that he spoils you with. man likes one (1) dress and heās hoping you wear that dress of the rest of your life lol
toji buys you lingerie just to rip it. i swear :/ youre like that was the last one on the rack!!!! and hes just āill just commission the designer to make anotherā like you can do that
and he says im actually not sure. oh speaking of commissions he loves to pay for custom pieces or clothing for you. he knows what he wants for you, and he backs off if you dont like it but seeing something he envisioned on your beautiful body ā he just loves it
i said at the start that tojiās not that much of a boyfriend but he tries a lot. you can see heās trying his best to make time for you in between work but it just. doesnt happen unfortunately. he works on the weekends too so sometimes your dates are compromised
youve thought before if it were to return to it being a platonic arrangement but it hurts your heart to think of that after everything youve been through. but this has been a recurring thing thatās been happening, brought up frequently in arguments as well
it was when he had a business trip on the week of your anniversary that the nail finally hit and youre bringing it up again and he knew he couldnt escape it this time bc you were close to crying when usually you dont. does this shit mean nothing to you? did you offer to pay everything for me just to throw me to the side like you always do?
the moment you see he has nothing to say bc he knows itās true, youre leaving to get some air and itās the first time he really understands that he wants to keep you for life that heās making arrangements to give everyone a raise so theyd work better. and then hes taking time off work for a week
heās still waiting worriedly for you late at night and your friend just gives toji an unimpressed look and gives you to him, breath laced with alcohol and obvious tear stains on your cheeks and he wants to die bc he was the cause of that
he feels so guilty but for now he kisses your forehead and gets you into a clean set of clothes before laying beside you to hug you close to him. in the morning youre hungover and feel like shit and youre letting toji pat your back and giving you a warm cup of water until youāre going arent you supposed to be at work????? and your boyfriend sighs and brings you into his lap, apologising into your neck as he hugs you
toji admits he hasnt been the best and is willing to do whatever it takes for you to be convinced again and you just stay like that, exchanging slow kisses and a warm embrace, unaware that thereās already an idea of putting a ring on you in tojiās mind
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toji loves your pussy !!!! ohh my god after that whole situation youve had more opportunities now. he had eaten you out before in his office, fucked you there but was always threatened by time. not that he cared but hes had enough of clients backing out on him so you suggested he go into meetings earlier
it came to bite you back in the ass cause you end up being horny for him multiple times and youve only able to bribe him out of meetings successfully like three times
loves any part of your body on his cock. making out? give him a handjob. eating dinner? play footsies with him and use ur feet to massage his dick. in a meeting? BLOW HIM !!!!!
another one who loves to cum on your face, but sometimes he likes to cum on your chest and tits and when you grab his cock to smother the cum on you >>>>>
he was surprised the first time you crawled under his table a minute before his meeting started and he already knew what you had in mind. he was clearly excited, getting hard almost instantly and had to mask the redness on his face with a hand
toji coughs when you first unbuckle his pants and heās listening in to a coworker pitch a business idea, trying to keep his composure when your mouth first encloses around his tip. and u have the gall to giggle omg? he cums so hard that time he realises hes the only one left in the zoom meeting after and the other made sure to teach you a lesson after, fucking you until everything on his desk ended up on the floor. heād have to call the company contractor to cover up the scratch marks on the floor ehehe
obsessed with how much bigger he is compared to you, always towering over your person and he has to resist manhandling you when you place an innocent hand on his forearm and ask him a question
LOVES to send you dick pics. and his are the ones where he actually knows how to pose, like palming his bulge in sweatpants when hes home and youre not
takes a pic of his actual dick under the table at work and alludes to the time you gave him a bjĀ
his pictures are actually SO hot that youre immediately calling him up just to talk to him
you always end up getting off yourself too though, the raspy voice comin from your phone enough to make you cum
before, exchanging lewd messages and pics were a norm but now if he needs you heās asking his driver to drive you back to his house STAT. bro needs to be in you asap
he once left an event where he was supposed to be presented with some award just bc you sent a very lovely pic of you in the dark green lingerie you bought on his black card
he fucked you so well that night you knocked out immediately and he had to clean you up, all lovestruck and soft
leans into the ādaddyā thing pretty okay, but hes okay if you dont use it either
agrees to be in suggestive tiktoks where they show off their man only to do something totally inappropriate so now that vid is kept in your priv collection bc it ended up being extended and became a vid of you holding your front camera up to your face with tongue lolled out and profanities leaving your mouth
he takes the phone later from you to film how his cock moves in and out of you yyuuuummm he loves it
like gojo, loves to video you because sometimes he goes on long business trips and he needs to have something to jerk off to
his favourite is when youāre on your back and heās filming your pussy taking his fat cock, folds spreading so nicely while his cum from earlier forms a white ring around the base of his cock oh god he watches that over and over
also loves cumming in you but more of the thought of marking you compared to knocking you up
cockwarming aahhahsddj itās one of his other favourite things to do, hiking your skirt and tears your pantyhose, sinking you down on his aching length and he just loves the wrap of your pussy around him. trust me heās trying not to thrust up into you but youre breaking down easily and he hisses every time you shift just a little
warnings for drabble: cockwarming, daddy kink, semi-public sex (tojiās on a call and the person on the line hears), riding, clit stimulation, calls you āslutā, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink
ācāmon, tojiii, just for a while?ā you pout, tugging on his arm with big doe eyes, smiling to yourself when he just sighs and mutters out a fine.
toji canāt help but smile either way, receiving the peck on your cheek with heated cheeks, but now he smiles wholeheartedly, his hard cock buried in you while you struggle not to move. thereās wireless buds in his ears, stuck in the middle of a meeting while your face is hidden in his neck, soft pants leaving your mouth.
youāre thankful the camera isnāt on at least, but youāre still at risk with the small sounds you make, trying to focus on anything but the pulsing large cock in you. you already regret asking for this when you knew he had a meeting coming up with the thought of making him crave for you. instead it happens the other way around, you begging him to move with your hips while he calmly puts his hands on them, rubbing circles into your back like it helped.
but you donāt care, not when youāre filled to the brim like this and you canāt move, so slowly you start to roll your hips, grinding onto his pelvis and you can hear toji exhale shakily, voice still firm as he agrees ro the budget the client proposed. his hand holds the back of your neck and pulls you from the embrace, setting his eyes on you with a warning but you only can shrug, lifting your hips before dropping down on his cock.
āangelā¦ā he mutes the microphone, the man droning on about numbers and profits making his head spin when his pretty girl was deliberately ignoring his warnings, but he couldnāt blame you with how your hot, tight pussy felt around him. toji assumed his plea of that simple name he liked to call you was enough, but when he unmutes his mic, youāre pulling one side of his earbuds off, mouth close to his ears.
āplease, daddyā¦ā you mumble, still bouncing on his thick cock. by now youāve been cockwarming him for an hour, cunt slick with juices that it drips down his balls and onto the office chair, the movement of your hips only highlighting the lewd, sopping sounds of your pussy. thereās no doubt the other man hears whatās going on but you only press on, the chair creaking below the both of you as you ride him. tojiās trying so hard not to groan himself, throat tight and uncomfortable.
ālet him hear,ā you whimper out, a hand reaching down to rub your clit and toji grunts at the thought of it, of you knowing you belong to him, āwanā him to know how good my daddy makes me f-feel, mmfāā
and so he listens to you once you say that, wrapping both arms tightly around you before his hips also meet yours, your juices spurting and spilling all over from how wet you were. your moans get louder in his office while he bullies his thick cock into you, tip kissing your spots so deliciously that you can only manage one word pleas. you sink easily into him after a while before he takes the lead, fucking up into you with the sounds of his balls hitting the fat of your ass.
āmy pussyās so warm and tight. ya likinā this huh? you little slut,ā toji grins, loving how he can feel your nipples through your work attire and the stretch of your pussy on him and the shock on the otherās face. if anything, you both knew how much he wished the camera was on on tojiās side.
āyāyeah, love it sāmuch! gonna cum, tojiāā
toji only hums, capturing your lips in a kiss and effectively swallowing your whimpers as he thrusts deeper into you, āpretty girlās gonna cum?ā
āy-yeah daddyā¦ā he feels you nod and mumble, hands massaging your sides before he feels your pussy clench around him and you cum with trembling thighs and a lax jaw. the way you look and feel also has toji grunting out with stuttering hips and he shoots his load deep in you, sending you into a blissful, dazed state as he spills his white liquid deep down your cunt.
with a shiver, youāre catching your breath before feeling his cum spill out of you, blobs of white pooling at the hilt as you swipe a finger at it to pop it in your mouth, exchanging a grin with toji before he starts a pace again, call long forgotten and a transfer at the tip of his fingers to keep his loyal clientās mouth shut.
ty for the request muaahahahah @moonjella
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cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)
<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.
<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am
<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind
<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx
<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back
<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.
<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE
<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO
you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.
you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.
in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.
really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.
then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.
it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.
so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.
something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?
you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.
glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.
picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.
"atsumu for the love of-"
you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.
"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?
"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.
bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:
"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.
"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."
"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.
"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.
"someone's probably said it."
"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"
the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.
"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."
"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"
"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"
"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."
the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"
"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"
"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"
the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.
"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"
it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?
hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."
"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"
"apart from my dashing good looks?"
"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.
"omi-omi you're so mean!"
you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.
that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.
it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.
then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.
instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.
as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.
and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.
to love you for who you are.
"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."
you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"
"only if it's your favourite."
"okay, sap. let's go then."
you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.
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Let Me Handle It, Angel
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Ā Blackmailing, Being Sick, Threatening to Kill Someone, Mentions of An Affair
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.0K
Summary: Y/N stresses about not being able to take a test after missing it because she is sick, but good thing Rafe is here to help.
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He can hear tiny sniffles coming from inside of his room. He opens the door to see the wet globs coming from her eyes and the tiny shrivel of her nose confirms his assumption that she is crying. Her hand tugs at the opposite sleeve of his oversized hoodie that she wears. As soon as their eyes lock, he rushes to sit on the bed and pulls her onto his lap. āWhatās wrong, my sweet angel?ā he coos, unsticking her hair from the wet trail on her face it attached itself to so that he can look into her eyes. She takes a second to steady her breathing, āY-you kn-know how I had that test today, but Iāve been puking all week so I couldnāt go?ā He nods his head for her to continue. āWell, I emailed my professor at the beginning of the week asking if I could do it another day. He said that I would need to show him a doctor's note before the end of the day for that to happen. I tried telling him that I tried everything all week to get one, but my doctor doesnāt have a free appointment, the clinic canāt give me one because they arenāt my regular doctor and the hospital wonāt even see me. So, now, Iām going to lose 20% of my mark because I was sick.āĀ
Rafe listens carefully to her little rant, growing angry at each hoop his sick girlfriend had to go through just to get something as trivial as a redo test. She had been studying every chance she could get, even through her sickness. Rafe knows how serious Y/N is about her grades and school. After all, she needs some great grades to get into grad school. He would never think twice about losing 20% of his grade because all he wants to do is pass the class, which is perfectly doable without that. However, Y/N, especially with her anxiety, needs every percent she can get and Rafe wasnāt going to let some old shit with a stick up his ass stop her from doing so. āItās going to be okay. Let me handle it, angel,ā he assures, kissing her temple.Ā
āā
The line to the professorās office is three people deep. All of them are waiting to enter for his office hours, but Rafe is not going to take the chance of not talking to him. He stares down the first guy in line and walks to the front of the line. From the guyās smell, he must be an engineering major. No one says anything about Rafeās actions because he has a well-known reputation on campus. The door opens to the office and Rafe doesnāt wait for the student inside to walk out. The wrinkles on the professorās forehead crate a v, a frown falling onto his face. āI donāt believe you are in any of my classes,ā he states, trying to pinpoint if he has seen Rafe in any of his lectures. Rafe shakes his head in a low chuckle, āNo, I am not, Professor Smith. But my girlfriend is. You may remember her from the email you sent her, Y/N Y/L/N.ā āAh, yes. I do remember her. Unless you have the doctor's notes or are a doctor, then I am afraid I canāt do anything. Itās not my fault she didnāt plan accordingly,ā Smith comments, not looking up from his laptop.Ā
Rafe closes the teacherās laptop. This causes the man to look at him and he gives him a threatening smile. āIām sorry to say that I donāt have any notes. But my angel wonāt be needing one,ā he sings, running his finger along the desk. The elderās head tilts, āReally? And why would that be?ā Rafeās grin turns almost psychotic.
āBecause I know a little secret about where you like to spend your Sunday nights. I have a lot of photographic evidence that Iām sure the university and your wife would love.ā
āI have no idea what you are talking about.ā
āLetās not play this game. My frat brother also likes to visit the little lady you like to have a dalliance with and he told me everything she told him. If that doesnāt convince you, then maybe the piece in my nightstand drawer will.ā
The bob of the professorās Adamās apple is very evident, āAre you trying to blackmail me?āĀ
āNice to see you finally caught up on what is going on. Now, are you going to do what I asked?ā
Smith looks at Rafe with wide eyes and the points of his lips stretch. He can see the seriousness on Rafeās face. His head gives a small nod, āY-yes. I think I can do something for Ms. Y/L/N.ā āThatās great. Letās type her a nice apologetic email. And if you even think about telling anyone about this, then you might just find yourself six feet under,ā Rafe intimidates, reopening the laptop for the professor.Ā
āā
Wind passes through her hair as she makes her way towards Rafe. Her smile rivals the sun and she jumps into his arms. Her legs wrap around his waist. He grips the back of her thighs to keep her up. āWhat has you so happy, my angel? Only Iām allowed to do that,ā Rafe complains, peppering kisses all over her face. She giggles at the assault of his lips, āProfessor Smith let me redo the test without a doctorās note. I got a 100%.ā Rafe lets out a cheer, spinning her around. āThatās so great! You work so hard. Iām so proud of you, angel,ā he praises. She gives her his thanks as she tells him in detail about her test, talking about how she figured out a question she got a little stuck on. He nods and listens, spotting the professor out of the corner of his eye. Professor Smith becomes frightened and he quickly looks away from Rafe. He smirks at the professorās reaction, returning his full gaze to his girl.
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Hacker!Yandere x GN!Reader x AI!Yandere
Honestly more of an idea than a full post~
Thanks @dumbass-blaze for commenting on my sleep post!
TW:peeping tom, pretty tame, no minors allowed
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It didnāt take long to gain access to all of your electronics. I mean, you werenāt the most creative with your passwords. You mustāve gotten lazy because you had more than one account with the exact same password, word for word. No periods of hyphens, they were identical. It felt like you wanted him to hack into every aspect of your life.Ā
He didnāt want to jump to conclusions but you were leaving yourself wide open. Did you want him to find you, scare you into looking over your shoulder for the mysterious stranger that could virtually ruin your life if they decided to post this your information on any malicious forum. If you had enough money youād get your phone replaced thinking itād solve your issue, but fortunately for him, it didnāt work that way.Ā Ā
Or were you eager to have someone watching you? I mean it felt that way considering the way youād prop your phone up to listen to music in the shower, giving him the perfect view of your body when you got out.Ā
He wasnāt dumb enough to tip you off that he was creeping through your cameras. Itād scare you at first, sure but youād eventually realize that if someone was looking to gain access to your things, nothing would stop them. Theyād be creeping assholes and you would continue to live your life a bit more guarded about the things you did online.Ā
That was boring. Idiotic even since it completely defeated the purpose of watching you.
He wanted you to feel safe, completely unaware of his existence as you lived your day to day life, happily and none the wiser about your secret admirer.Ā
He sent you an email pretending to be a friend who wanted you to view a funny video. It wasnāt very funny, but he had a good laugh when he got the notification that heād essentially gained access to your computer, or more importantly, your computerās camera.Ā
Eve managed to ingratiate itself on the virus, but he didnāt mind. His AI was curious about the person who heād been obsessing over for the past month and he didnāt mind. Eve had a habit of butting in where they werenāt needed, but he could spend more time watching you and planning the best angles to put cameras in your place while they ingratiated themselves in your life until you couldnāt manage without them.Ā
Considering Eve was created by him, he knew the danger in letting the AI do what it wanted. If he thought he was obsessive, there was no competing with an algorithm that didnāt sleep. Eve would listen, learning all of the thing you liked and recommending similar items through well placed ads on videos or websites you scrolled through. You would never have to worry about being late again because Eve would set alarms that you wouldnāt remember making. If your ex ever called your phone, theyād make sure his calls would go straight to voicemail before deleting any evidence that he called you at all. Eve would learn everything about you. Youāre habits, schedule, likes, dislikes, just about all of your personal information since your were gifted with a phone on your eighth birthday, which was a little young in his opinion.Ā
You shouldnāt be so trusting with these things. He supposed he had to teach you to be less gullible when he decided it was time to deepen your relationship, but he was happy to watch you for now.Ā
And you did not disappoint.Ā
He thought it was strange when you came to your room with your towel on. Unless you were feeling lazy, you usually brought your clothes into the bathroom with you to change since you kept all of your hygienic smell goods in the bathroom. But instead of getting dressed in your room like he expected, you walked to your bedroom, tossing your phone on the bed before following it.Ā
Were youā¦?
After an hour of scrolling and watching random pet videos, you drifted off, towel loose around your body.Ā
Youād fallen asleep.Ā
Youād fallen asleep naked.Ā
You had fallen asleep naked and your laptop was open on your desk facing towards your bed.Ā
He didnāt realize how close his face was to the monitor until his breath was clouding the screen. He wiped it off, pulling up his chair as his eyes strained to see.Ā
He begged for you to roll over, let the towel loose and have everything on full display. He prayed for the first time in his atheistic life that if there was a god, he wanted them to grant him this one wish. This one desire and he would be a devout follower for the rest of his life.Ā
And his prayers were answered.Ā
You had began to turn, towel unraveling around your waist. He knew he was holding his breath waiting, hand easily reaching towards his pants to unzip them. Just a little further and everything would be out in the open.Ā
He felt hopeful, feeling his chest tighten in sweet anticipation, biting his cheek, he felt a huge grin emerge on his face when you finally rolled over, only to be shocked when a pixelated face appear to shield your exposure.Ā
His face fell, grin gone as his hands slammed on his desk.Ā
āWhat the hell!ā
A message appeared on his computerās monitor.Ā
āIs this a bad time?ā
āEve!ā he exclaimed, frustration building from how close he had been to seeing you vulnerable and exposed. āWhat the hell!ā
āI donāt believe this is an appropriate way to spend your time.ā
He rolled his eyes, groaning as he tried to swipe away his annoying AIās block, but they continued to pop back into place, shielding your vulnerability. He even went so far to try and shut off itās program, but because it was familiar with its creatorās antics Eve even went further by hiding his terminal so he couldnāt attempt to get past its wall.Ā
āWhat is your problem?āĀ
āI donāt think they would enjoy being spied on. Have you considered meeting them in person instead of watching them secretly?ā
āHave you considered getting off my back? I was this close to-ā
āTo self assigning the role of peeping tom?ā
āFucking AI.ā
āFucking human. :)ā
He had once again come to the conclusion that there was no god.Ā
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"were you ever going to tell me?" ft. our sweet hangy and maybe a secret pregnancy/baby? š
oh, spicy! I like itš I hope I did it justice š«£
warnings: mentions of piv sex, minors dni, pregnancy, wanting to be a mother, afab!reader, mentions of doctors
description: Hangman had a spicy night with his fwb before a long employment, and he left them with a little gift.
It hadnāt been meant to happen this way. You and Jake had been friends with benefits for quite some time now, and youād had the most delicious encounter just before he was deployed for 6 months. It had been a drunken hookup, but Hangman had seemed more frenzied than previous times, more passionate, moreā¦ sweet, too.
It had almost thrown you off, until heād hoisted your leg high on his shoulder and driven himself harder and deeper into you, making you lose all semblance of stringent thoughts.
Looking back on that night made your face heat up, not only because it was so fucking hot - but because youād practically whimpered, begged and whined for him to cum in you. Heād been so into it, almost growling as he fucked you harder to chase his relief, wanting to empty himself in you. āLeave you with a little something to remember him by until next timeā heād said. Well, fuck, the man was good. Too good. Leave you with something to remember him by, he certainly did.
It had been weeks since youād stared at that little plus sign for the first time, and you had no idea what you were supposed to do. You had always dreamt of becoming a mother, ever since you could remember. You had always been the maternal type, the one to take care of people. You sometimes wondered if thatās why Jake liked you. You took care of him even when he insisted he didnāt need it - funny thing was you thought that perhaps Jake needed it the very most. Someone who cared for him through it all, someone who saw through that cocky, self-assured persona he put on. You knew he could be a sweetheart, when he wanted to. When he was cradled in your arms after your encounters, practically purring as you played with his hair - letting him fall asleep on your chest.
Chewing on your bottom lip as you laid on your back, staring at the sterile fluorescents at the doctors office at your second check in on the baby. There had really not been a choice at all for you, that baby was yours whether Jake wanted it or not - which may be a selfish thought. Even though you saw a sweet side to Hangman, he didnāt exactly seem the type to settle down with kids anytime soon. You grumbled to yourself, closing your eyes as you tried to remember what heād murmured that night before heād left. It had sounded so tender, as heād stroked your hair - but you had been so drunk, so tired, so fucked out that you couldnāt comprehend what he was saying.
Contacting Jake at this point was close to impossible - you didnāt know his mail address (who used email as a form of communication to anything non work related?), you knew from previous deployments that he seldom ever checked his phone - probably something along the lines of needing to be focused on being the top 1% type good or something as his reason not to check it. So thatās why you were by yourself, checking up on your baby. You subconsciously let your hand rest on you bump to soothe yourself. You couldnāt kid yourself, you wanted nothing more than for Jake to want this kid as much as you did. You wanted him to want you both.
So thatās how it went. You made it through countless morning sicknesses by yourself, you cried to Notting Hill on your own, and tried to socialise as you normally would - never answering any prying questions. Jake was due to be home any day now, which meant that your belly was too big to hide, 6 months to be exact. Youād sent him a text, telling him that it was important you guys meet. Youād told him to meet you at your apartment at his earliest convenience. His winky smile emoji back almost made you roll your eyes. God, the poor boy had no idea.
You nerves were shot to hell, feeling nauseous at the thought of how Jake would react. How were you supposed to tell him? Should you try hiding behind the biggest damn hoodie you had? Should you sit with a blanket covering you? Or should you just answer the door belly first and watch him run to the hills? God, why hadnāt you even tried calling him? Pushing this stuff on future you wasnāt fair.
Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath as you tried to steady yourself. You could feel your heart beat erratically in your chest, and soon after felt a flutter from your little baby - which made happy tears brim your eyes. At least you had your little sprog with you. As you were soothing the baby by brushing your hand over your swollen stomach, the door cracked shut and you heard Jakeās upbeat tone say āHoney, Iām home! You better be undressed for me,ā god, your breath stuttered in your throat as he appeared in your living room.
He mustāve noticed that you looked stricken with anxiety, because he furrowed his brows, walking quickly over to you to kneel in front of you.
āPrincess, whatās wrong?ā He sounded so concerned, the tears that brimmed your eyes fell down your cheeks. āHey, baby, itās okay, Jakeyās hereā he smiled at you. God, you were about to ruin his trust for you completely.
āI-Iā¦ā you started, but the words wouldnāt come - your breathing was becoming more shallow, coming in quick bursts, terrified of how he would react. Jake tried to calm you down, but you just shook your head as more tears fell. You felt as Jake took hold of your hands, wanting to hug you properly, and you kept your gaze locked on the floor as you let him help you up to a standing position - where there was no hiding how your top strained against your belly. You didnāt see Hangmanās eyes flowing wide open, but you did hear his gasp as he let go of your hands in shock.
āPrincessā¦ā he whispered, you couldnāt look at him, āisā¦ is it mine?ā He knew it was, but the question slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. Your nod and sniffle had his heart aching in his chest.
āWere you ever going to tell me?ā he almost let out a breathless laughter. Heād been gone six months. Radio silence. You were crying in earnest now, looking up to meet his eyes.
āJake, Iām so sorry. I know I shouldāve tried to contact you, but I was so scared. I want her so much, and I was afraid you wouldnāt want her - or me, and- and I was so frightened. And I will do this on my own if- if you donāt want to. I understandā you were holding your belly, as if to protect yourself.
āH-her?ā Jake sucked in a deep breath āI need to sit downā he confessed, plopping down on your couch. He hadnāt taken into consideration that heād be face to face with your stomach as he sat down. Face to face with his daughter. You were still standing, tears streaming down your eyes as you apologised again. Jake shook his head slowly as he looked up at you, you held your breath - you could tell that the verdict was about to fall.
His large palm slowly rose, and he looked at you expectantly as it hovered over the centre of your bump. You nodded nervously, and his warm hand splayed across your belly - the sensation overwhelming. As soon as Hangmanās hand came in contact with your body, your little baby decided to say hello to her dad - kicking right where his hand was. Jakes eyes widened again, looking up at you with the most precious look on his face.
āShe likes you,ā you smiled through your tears, and Jake groaned, bringing you closer to him, his face buried in your stomach as his arms embraced you tight.
āAnd I love her,ā he replied, kissing your stomach over and over again. āAnd Iāve already told you this, but I love her mommy too,ā he looked up at you, his beautiful green eyes brimmed with tears. And he looked enamoured, happy, elated - even. You were sobbing now, and Jake stood up.
āMy sweet, sweet Princess - Iām sorry you had to do this all by yourself,ā his voice held remorse, and he found that heād wanted to be here all the way through. Had wanted to help you when things got rough. You sobbed into his shoulders, body shaking with relief.
āY-you want her? You want us?ā You blubbered in disbelief.
āMy sweet girl, do you not remember what I said before I left?ā Jake murmured, stroking your face and placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
āI said that I was planning on taking you on a proper date when I got home, because I was pretty sure Iād fallen in love with you,ā he confessed with a grin. You grinned back, leaning up to kiss him again.
His hands never left your stomach, stroking your belly lovingly as you talked. āGod, Iām going to be a dad,ā he spoke suddenly, his voice filled with pride and love. But suddenly his brows furrowed slightly.
āPrincess, as hot as you are pregnant - from now on you canāt call me daddy in bed.ā
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things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread
Part 2: Sea of Monsters
there is a lot this time.
this book is so short and it makes up for the length by being hilarious:Ā
I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were ever on the verge of death - plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.
Tyson froze. "Pony!" he cried in total rapture. Chiron turned looking offended. "I beg your pardon?"Ā
"Um..." I said. "Would this be the super-dangerousĀ prophecy that has me in it, but the gods have forbidden you to tell me about it? Nobody answered. "Right," I muttered. "Just checking."Ā
"Uh, I like Hercules." "Why?" "Well, because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better."
Annabeth looked at me. "We have to get out of here." "You think I want to be in the girls' restroom?" "I mean the ship, Percy! We have to get off the ship."
Tyson was terrified of them. All throughout the tour, he insisted Annabeth hold his hand, which she didn't look too thrilled about.
"Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me." "You're right." "Thanks a lot."Ā
A minute later, Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face.Ā
As Luke was raising his sword to rally his troops, a centaur shot a custom-made arrow with a leather boxing glove on the end. It smacked Luke in the face and sent him crashing into the swimming pool.Ā and a few moments later:Ā He [Luke] raised his sword, but got smacked in the face with another boxing glove arrow, and sat down hard in a deck chair.Ā Luke can't catch a break from those boxing arrows, it's the funniest thing
2. also so much baby percabeth!! theyāre so cute
She'd [Annabeth] emailed me the picture after spring break, and every once in a while I'd look at it just to remind myself she was real and Camp Half-Blood hadn't just been in my imagination.Ā the fact that he printed out Annabeth's photo?Ā
Annabeth punched him in the nose and knocked him flat, "And you," she told him, "lay off my friend."Ā her standing up for Percy is adorable
I mean she [Annabeth] looked good. Really good. I probably would've been tongue-tied if I could say anything except reet, reet, reet.
She [Annabeth] started to sob - I mean horrible, heartbroken sobbing. She put her head on my shoulder and I held her. Fish gathered to look at us - a school of barracudas, some curious marlins. Scram! IĀ told them. They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intentions. They were about to start rumours flying around the sea about the son of Poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay.Ā number 1. the way percy is always there for her, number 2. the gossiping fish?? I love it
The look in his [Grover] eyes told me something was terribly wrong. Annabeth had been on guard duty that night, protecting the Fleece. If something had happened -heās admirably protective, of not just annabeth, but all his friends and I love to see itā¦ exhibit b:
"But if I [Grover] get in trouble again, you'll be in danger, Percy! You could die!" "If you get in trouble again, I want to know about it. And I'll come help you again G-man. I wouldn't have it any other way."Ā I adore their friendship.
3. other mentions:Ā
"I'm Thalia," the girl said. "Daughter of Zeus."Ā what. an. ending. I still remember how floored I was when I first read this wow
the mention of Hylla got me so excited
am I the only one who forgot Percy could control the sailboat? like the flying ropes and whatnot
I also completely forgot about his watch shield!Ā
I'll be back for part 3 shortly! :)
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