#oops spoilers 🤭
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“How’s Michelle?”
“She’s okay, yeah. Back there with the birthday boy showin’ off his gifts on FaceTime.”
Rebecca expected to see Michelle sitting next to Henry. When she followed Ted’s eyeline, Henry was sitting alone, legs swinging back and forth as he talked animatedly on the phone.
“Ah, so you’re officially…”
The words left her mouth before she had a chance to stop them.
“D-I-V-O-R-C-E-D. Oh, yeah. One hundred percent. No take-backs. We were gonna share Henry’s birthday, but she wanted us to have some father-son bonding time, y’know?” He scratched his forehead, letting out a half-laugh. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m tellin’ ya all this.”
“It’s okay, Ted. How are things in Kansas? Nice to be home, I’m sure.”
“Yeah. Yeah it is.” They locked eyes again then. “Although this is sorta home too.”
Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat.
“Shoot, I’m talkin’ your ear off here and you need to hop on a plane.”
“Actually, I changed my mind. Would have been completely pointless anyway.”
“I hear ya.” Ted motioned to Henry. “Y’know, since y’aint goin’ anywhere, if you wanna come over here for some squished birthday cake and soda then by all means-”
“Thank you, but…you just enjoy time with your boy.” Rebecca grabbed her suitcase. “Tell him I said happy birthday.”
Ted’s eyes glistened. “Yes ma’am.” He gave her a small wave. “Good to see ya, Boss.”
“Good to see you too, Coach Lasso.”
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feeling too lazy to post so anton's bday drabble will come in the morning 🫶🏻
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Hello!! 🤍 I was wondering if you could write something where Joel is the reader’s college professor, and then Prof. Miller INSISTS that reader comes over to his home for tutoring assistance, (because of failed tests or bad essays), and then finally coaxes her into letting him have his way with her.
hi nonnie! here it is! i hope you enjoy 💖
extra credit
6.2k | joel miller x afab!reader (professor!joel au)
rating: 18+ MDNI
warning: professor!joel au, age gap (joel is 46, reader is 21), soft!dom joel, pining, consensual sex, pet names (darlin', doll, baby), oral (f receiving), face riding, fingering, piv (unprotected, wrap it folks), squirting, joel spitting over the reader's ass for 0.5 seconds (OOPS IDK???), a pretty dress with easy access, hints of after care, spoiler: honestly prof. miller could've told reader to just do the paper in a different format but – that's the point 🤭
When you picked your major, English was a necessary credit needed to achieve your goals. It wasn’t your strong suit, but you weren’t one to quit just because you were bad at it. So far you were coasting through, getting a mix of good and bad grades in your English Lit class when the last essay before finals was presented.
Among the crowd in Professor Miller’s lecture hall, you typically sat in the front. He hands out papers, hovering by your desk. Giving you a look of disapproval, he places the grade face down. You peel the pages in anticipation, a sense of dread falling over you when you scan the big, red mark of failings. “Shit,” you say to yourself. That was it. That was the grade that was the defining factor of whether or not you had to retake this course. You use the side of your hand to wipe sneaky tears in falling. You failed. Doing your best to keep it together, you’re not sure you even heard the rest of the lecture from the possibilities running through your mind. What were you to do? How would you recover?
Class was over before you knew it. The sounds of bags zipping and feet stepping, you stayed seated until you were able to look over to Professor Miller. Dressed in black slacks, a brown button-up with leather shoes. His hair was slick, the slightest bit of salt and pepper patched at his sideburns. He looked like he had it all figured out, and that struck a nerve. A feeling of jealousy that he knew what he was doing, and you obviously did not.
Professor Miller calls your name when the class is emptied, and you sniffle, standing up to straighten your skirt. Your manicured nails pick up your essay as you walk over in an attempt to hand it to him. “I guess you want this back,” you hold your full bottom lip between your teeth.
“Did you read the material?” Professor Miller inquires, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His voice is so dark and honied in comparison to his scowl. Proving not to judge a book by its cover. The irony.
“Well, I did, but… I struggle with this stuff. Predicates and imagery? I’d rather be learning about biology. But I need this course, you know. And I…,” you swallow hard. God, the last thing you want is to embarrass yourself in front of your teacher. He doesn’t know you, out of the hundreds of people he teaches – how could he possibly even remember your name?
“Hey,” Professor Miller takes his glasses off, putting them on the table. He looks as concerned as you are over it and crosses his arms. Keeps his distance. “It happens, you know. There are things we can do to accommodate. You’re very bright, I’d hate to see you fail. You have options. I can’t let you rewrite the paper, but I could tutor you for your final. Another option is getting a student tutor, but it’s rare. You know the workload of this university. Not a lot of people are willing to sacrifice their precious time.”
“And you are?” You look up at him with grateful, bright eyes and he loves it. The praise just from your stare alone is cause for him to clear his throat.
“Listen, for someone like you, I believe it is important to help. You just need a little more time understanding what you’re doing, is all. I’m not in my office for the rest of the weekend, though. You’d have to come by my house…,” he watches those pretty eyes widen again, and that makes a smirk fall over his greying features, “if that’s okay, of course. If it’s not, we could work something else out.”
You think about it. You’ve never had a teacher invite you over, much less someone who looked the way he did. Though, that was neither here nor there. His lips formed words you couldn’t even pay attention half the time in hearing. Maybe that was part of the reason why you were failing in the first place. But you needed to pass, and if he could help you – and was so kind enough to do it in the first place, you should jump at the first opportunity.
“Okay. Is there a particular time you’d like me to be there?”
“Are you busy tonight?”
What the fuck. That makes your heart race. Tonight? Tonight?! Ton–
“Tonight… tonight is good.” How did you even form the words?
“Perfect,” he started, bending down to write his address on a sticky note – his cologne wafts in your direction, and you clamp your legs shut reflexively. “Here’s my address. 7 o’clock.”
“Seven. Okay… thank you, Professor Miller.”
“Please, call me Joel.” His teeth gleamed in a smile, and his personality shined through it.
A personality you didn’t get to see too often from your position behind a desk.
Shit.
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According to your phone, he didn’t live very far from campus, and you were able to walk to his house without breaking too much of a sweat. You decided on a black dress, although it was a casual one, that paired nicely with your sneakers. It had buttons down the front with a relaxed collar. Your bag slung over your shoulder when you knocked on his door, a nervousness fluttering in your stomach. It was such a weird thing, meeting your professor in his home. Much less having him request you call him by his first name.
Your knees all but buckled when you saw him on the other side of the door.
He looks… young in his jeans. His t-shirt stretched over the broadness of his shoulders, but it’s still loose enough that it doesn’t look ill-fitted. His stomach, soft at the bottom. You flash him a smile, but internally you’re reeling over how casual he looks. You’d never seen him like this, not even during those school meetings that were informal.
“Hey, you,” he’s bright, too. Charismatic as he invites you into his home. Takes your bag, lets you take your shoes off until you’re in your socks. His words hit your stomach, how easy it is for him to talk to you like you’re the brightest sunflower. What’d you even do to deserve it?
“Hi, Prof– uh, Joel,” you titter, taking in the curated decor of his home. It was sophisticated, yet a little cheesy at the same time. His alumni cover his walls and a mix of pictures. Some with a couple of young girls you assumed were his children. He has children, you swallow.
“Wasn’t too hard to find this place, right? When I moved here, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t too far – not much of a mornin’ person,” Joel laughs and you do, too. Fuck, this feels so easy. But it’s nothing – it’s nothing.
What you don’t pick up on right away is his open body language. He places your bag on his couch and you follow him like a puppy – he likes that. You look so soft under the sienna hue of his lights, your hair falling into place naturally. Plump and ripe for the taking. Of course, he meant it when he said he’d tutor you, but the air got thick the moment the door was shut behind the two of you. What were you doing to him?
Joel’s large frame walks over to his bar cart, turning on his heel to face you, “Interested?”
“Huh?” You blink and he laughs again at your deer caught in the headlights expression. You’re cute.
“Do you drink?”
“Oh, uh… water would be nice.”
“Water it is,” Joel’s pleasant, gesturing his hand for you to follow him. And you do – that puppy he was coming to know, right to his kitchen. You study the marble countertops, the farmhouse style kitchen sink.
“So, tutoring,” he starts, taking a glass from the cupboard, he fills it with filtered water before handing it to you – you thank him with a nod, “I was thinking we could look at your paper, and then go over how to fix things in the future?” When you take the water from him, your fingers graze. The first sign of contact, your head continues to nod unthinkingly, but all that scorches your mind is how his skin feels.
“That sounds good,” you overcompensate, shoving the ideas from your mind. He was your teacher, and it was easy to get back into the mode of why you were here.
Joel’s expression doesn’t change much, still the same grin with hooded eyes and wrinkles at his forehead. The two lines between his brow. “Alright, well I have it on the coffee table. Let’s get settled on the couch, and we’ll get started, okay?”
So you agree. You take your glass of water and follow him back to the couch where everything was set up – your paper, his laptop. All of the correction marks in your face as you sit down. You take another sip of water before placing it down on the coaster. You dread it, you really do. Going over your failures? You scrunch your nose up to yourself, but Joel notices when you’re both settled on the cushions.
“You know, Voltaire said, ‘perfect is the enemy of good’,” Joel bends his knee on the couch, thigh pressing into the cushion to turn to you and it causes the couch to shift. The quote makes you giggle a little to yourself, and you shake your head. “What?” His eyebrow quirks in curiosity.
“Voltaire also popularised the story of Newton’s apple, doesn’t make it true.”
“Huh…,” Joel trailed off, keeping his eye on you – his tongue skating over his bottom lip in thought. You were so quick all he could really do was laugh, and that made your shoulders relax. Makes you feel more in control and comfortable to laugh at yourself. “You got an answer for everything?”
“Not everything. See this,” you pick up your paper, thumbing over the ink of corrections the man on the couch made and you shrug, “I don’t really understand why this got marked wrong.” Joel’s gaze flashes over your mouth when your teeth press into the plushness of your bottom lip – he should be given some damn award for having so much self control around you.
“Wrong format. This citation works for your research papers, right?” He nods with you before leaning in closer, that damn cologne coming back in full force just like earlier in the day. You all but freeze when his warm touch graces you again – this time, fingers tracing over where you’re holding the paper. “Oh,” your voice is soft, a bit of disappointment pangs at your ribs. You were so busy you didn’t even realise that was the majority of the issues you had.
“So… it’s not really what I wrote, it’s how I wrote it? You asked if I read the material?”
“Exactly. If you read the syllabus, you’d see the required format. Listen, there are some ways for extra credit, I do think this is salvageable.”
You suddenly feel silly.
You did all that work, Professor Miller was kind enough to let you into his home, and it was all for some redundant formatting. An open palm curls over your chin as you look at the paper in deep contemplation.
“I really fucked up,” you say, hushed in the space.
“You didn’t fuck anything up,” you manage an exhale of amusement at the sound of your teacher curse. You shift your gaze to look at him. The curls at the nape of his neck, the way his t-shirt dropped enough so you could see his neck, his chest. The freckles that splayed over his aged skin. “You just needed someone to tell you what to do.”
That was the loaded statement. And a pointed one, it seems. Someone to tell you what to do. And Joel wanted to be that person? Your eyebrows raise for a flash, thumbing over the paper.
“That would be too easy,” you scratch at your neck idly before going for the glass of water, sipping in contemplation. “...I mean, I should’ve known better.”
Joel takes the glass from you, offering himself a sip of your water and it stuns you speechless, doing your best not to convey it. Maybe he did that just because this was his house. That must’ve been it. He was comfortable, but goddamn – the eye contact he gave you when he swallowed the liquid.
It felt intentional.
He watches your features, vague as they were, in what to do next. He honestly wasn’t so sure what he was doing either. What? I know how to give you extra credit, sweetheart. Too forward, too boastful, too��� cheap. You deserved better than that. He saw you in class, how hard you were on yourself. He talked to your other teachers, how well you were doing in your other classes. He felt for you. And he was a bit lost in your eyes. You were all too pretty, too brilliant to be dimmed down to a fuck for extra credit. Joel could see that. He wasn’t even sure what he was thinking, you had him distracted. You threw him off without even trying. The plight within him grew stronger as he handed back the glass.
“You’re too hard on yourself,” Joel straightens up, his hand cups over your forearm in a way that’s understanding, but also makes goosebumps rise. You look down to see where you connect and he pulls away slightly. “Sorry, I–,” “No, it’s okay,” you agree, “It’s okay. You’re right.”
“It’s just, I see hundreds of bright, beautiful young people every year, but none of them have stood out to me like you.” He can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. The candor, the nerve. A filthy old man, that’s all he was in the eyes of someone as sweet and innocent as you were. Even if you happened to be experienced – god, what was he thinking?!
Joel clears his throat, shifting a bit in his seat, but he sees the way your lips part, but your eyes don’t show an ounce of shock or distain. They look soft, and… willing. You know that is because the pull at your core feels too strong to think of anything else. You look down at his left hand, making sure you’re not dreaming. He’s not married? You’d casually look at his hands from time to time during class and ignored the ache it gave you, but this? So close? Backed by the glow of his house? It was so different from the boys you were used to. In their dorms or disgusting apartments. It smelled as nice as it looked. You realise you’re not speaking, but the way you lean into him says more than you really ever could.
“I don’t know what to say,” shyly, you touch your knuckles to your cheek, “you should teach the guys that go here how to chat with someone.”
It’s a mutter, but not to yourself. You drink one more mouthful of what you were offered before putting it back on the coaster. Honestly, any distraction was welcome to defer from the ever-present density in the room.
“Those guys don’t know what they’re talkin’ about anyway. I know I didn’t at that age.”
There. The topic right in front of both of your faces.
“How old at you, anyway?” You inquire, thumb mindlessly circling over your knee. Joel tracks it, licking over his lips as he answers. “Forty-six. You?”
“Twenty-one.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
There’s this standstill, as if you’re both in the air together looking at each other in slow motion. How will this land? What are you both even doing here like this?
“I’m sure your boyfriend takes good care of you,” Joel’s eyes, round and bright brown, get lost in yours – the way your breath hitches, the shift of your thighs on his sofa. He wondered what you tasted like, what sounds you make when these boys who don’t know what they’re doing with their tongue attempt to eat you out. Do you fake it? Do you give it to them straight? Neither of you had a drink from that bar cart in the corner of the room, but somehow you’ve become closer – and more intoxicated.
“Don’t have one,” you respond softly, orbs flickering to the set of plush lips that grow more red the longer you let the tension build, “what about you? N-no partner?”
Your attempt in confidence wavering the longer he stares at you. It’s like staring back into the sun and you have your brows knit together until the tug of muscle makes your forehead hurt – smoothing them apart with the twitch of muscle fibers.
“No partner,” Joel’s hand settles on your thigh and you can’t hold it back; you gasp. But you do something he doesn’t anticipate, or well, you don’t do something: you don’t pull away.
How did you two get to the topic, anyhow?
How did you end up straddling his lap, for that matter?
It’s within six eager seconds that his hand, hot and rough, touches your soft skin, and you – green, you – fervent, throw all inhibitions aside and lunge. It’s more fluid than you realise, and his hands (both now) grip the backs of your bare thighs and you whimper at the sensation of him squeezing you. Your wetness against your cotton panties grows from the kneading alone. No, absolutely not, the boys back in the dorms didn’t know how to do this.
It takes an even shorter time for your mouths to meet. He’s first to kiss, and he tastes like coffee and his dinner, and the faintness of a cigarette – maybe early in the day? You couldn’t tell, your head was swimming too deep in now to come back from.
And although his calloused fingers roll patterns into your soft skin, he’s just as willing. Just as desireful and you can feel it beg to be set free at the seam of his jeans. His tongue skirts against yours, hips rolling up the second yours tempt to roll down; causing you both to moan in each other’s mouths.
It gets feverish after that. All teeth, tongue, bite.
You don’t want to stop, you don’t want to take a moment to breathe because fuck, that could stop things. That could make him realise what is happening.
But that only is another item to your list of naivety.
Because Joel, he’s ready. His masculine arms wrap around your frame to lift you up just enough so he can get out of his fucking jeans that he now regrets wearing. Shoulda been wearin’ sweats, but it’s effortless… eventually. He hurriedly pushes the thick fabric down until they hit at his thighs and you’re pushed down onto his boxers that – holy fucking shit – leave nothing to the imagination. “Joel, J-,” you pant between kisses, fingernails digging into the base of his neck, he pauses. Pulls away, gets a good look at your face.
“Y’want this?” And goddamn, you can’t see yourself, but you imagine you look just as fucked out as he does. On the cusp of every little fantasy he’s had about you from the moment you sat down behind that desk.
“I want this,” you repeat. You weren’t sure exactly when the nerves subsided, maybe because all of the blood is now rushed at the apex of your thighs, but you mean it.
You want this. You want Professor Miller.
“You got me,” his breath dances over your lips before guiding you back a bit, “here… I’m going to lie back, I want you to– I’ll show you.” Your lips quirk up at the fact he’s so flushed he can’t even finish his sentence.
But that soon turns to you flushing when you realise his request. “I – what?”
“No?” Joel sits up on his elbows, looking over to you and you’re worried you’ve killed the mood. It’s just, straddling his face? Blood rushes to your cheeks.
“I’ve never done that… What if it’s bad?” His eyes, reassuring, but a deep shade of black now beckons you.
“Darlin’, I think you’ll be a natural. But I can teach you, if that’s what you want.”
You swallow, straddling his knees somewhere at the bottom of the couch and you think about it.
Joel, on the other hand, was living in a fantasy of teaching you things in and out of school. Showing you how to make yourself feel good on his mouth – make you forget all about the essay that caused you grief today. He leans over, pushing it under the couch out of view for good measure.
“Okay,” you agree, though nerves still flood you. “Okay, you wanna take your panties off?” You lick your lips at that, biting back another whimper that brought you to this predicament in the first place. And you did – you wanted nothing more than to slip your underwear off and give into your pleasures. His voice was deep, graveled with the prospect of him fucking you senseless on his couch and who were you to deny him that?
Who were you to deny yourself that, more importantly.
“Yeah,” doing as you say, you slip off your lace-trimmed undies and abandon them somewhere on your Professor’s floor. “Fuck,” you mutter. This was naughty.
“Already so good for me,” you weren’t even sure that Joel’s voice could get deeper, or more inviting, but it does. You bite your lip and oblige when he pats his chest. Going over to him, you straddle just above his broad shoulders, and he’s almost out of view with him like this – somehow making it easier to just feel what he could do to you.
Joel on the other hand? All he can do is see the outline of your glistening core from the shadowed tent you’ve made of your dress and his groans are muffled slightly from the fabric, “Fuckin’ Christ,” he wants to devour you, but he takes his time instead.
Peppers kisses along your thighs that make you claw the armrest, causes you shiver at the contact and you can’t believe this is happening. “J-Joel,” you hesitate, but his hands are wrapped around your hips now, fingers digging into the breadth of your ass.
“Sit.” Joel commands.
Oh, fuck.
You’re almost certain you’ll break skin at your lips from biting down so hard, but you do as you’re told. Anchoring down, it’s subtle at first – the brushing of his facial hair against your folds, his chin prying you apart. Then, it’s incredibly palpable. His lips are the first thing you feel as they press and kiss over your middle and as you shudder it only makes your muscles sink deeper on him. You’re the first to moan, and then Joel, and his mouth is open when he invites you inside it.
“Oh, my god,” thighs shaking, Joel flattens his tongue under the hood of your clit, a body part you were certain hadn’t been touched by anyone else but yourself. There was no time to compare, the white hot pleasure coursed through your veins and he took his time with it, too. Made sure he was teasing you, his tongue dipping inside your entrance, as sloppy as it felt. “Hmmn,” you can’t speak, forearms resting on the armrest now as your head hangs between your shoulders and his fingers make pliable work of your asscheeks. Pushing you down, using your hips to move back and forth against his mouth – like he’s using you while you use him.
The air is thick under your dress, sticky and humid, as Joel swirls this tip of his devilish tongue in the most astonishing circles you’ve ever experienced, and you know it’s because he has more experience than you do. Has so much to teach you, if you let him. Your mouth hangs open as you try to inhale, but it’s just too much. Especially with the way he thumbs into your stomach, then your pubic bone – lifting it just slightly to expose your clit to him. An angle, not even you have found yourself.
It almost feels like too much. It’s intentional, the way his tongue flicks over that bundle of nerves right at the top of your cunt. Delicious, deliberate. Two fingers greet your entrance and it startles you, the way he’s rubbing your hole with his two fingers in slow circles before pressing them where you want them most.
“Tell me you want it,” you hear, muffled and fucked, and you shiver at the slightest bit of lack of contact.
“I want it, I want your fingers – please!”
And that seems to send him over the edge of how much he’s willing to hold back because he’s exactly where he was. Mouth on your clit, but fingers skillfully pressing inside of you and you don’t know how long you’ll last. Not with the pads of his fingers tapping in the perfect tempo against the ridged spot inside you.
That’s when a weird sensation comes over you. A pressure, you felt like you had to pee and your insides pulled in more trying to keep it all contained. “I–,” you start, but it happens so suddenly. Your orgasm rushes through you, convulsing and almost falling over the edge of the couch, you dig your fingernails into the upholstery. Your eyes roll back, and fuck, so are your hips. Unable to stop yourself using Joel’s mouth to keep you exactly right there. Pleasure pricks your skin, it feels like every cell is ignited – but you jump when you feel a rush of fluid come out of you. The pressure rebounding out, then rippling pleasure back inside you. Joel fucks you with his tongue and fingers until he feels you calm down.
“W-what, what… did I do?” You pant, and Joel is groaning, too. He lifts your hips to get lungfuls of oxygen, so dizzy on you and you notice how soaked his pair of fingers feel on your skin. Sits you down on his chest and you can see his face finally. Can see his mouth parting, gasping as his eyes are hooded and so gone. Curls stick to his forehead, his shirt a dampened colour at the collar. You blush heavily, embarrassed because you aren’t even sure what that was. Did he hate that, was that weird?
“C’mere,” he growls with gritted teeth and sits up, the tables turning instantly. Joel’s stripping his shirt off, kicking every last bit of the bottom half he had on to be abandoned on the floor. His fingers remove the buttons, but he can’t really get them – those fingers too big for the buttons. “Here,” you whisper, an intense feeling of lust falling over any self-conscious self talk you had. You undo the top of your dress one button at a time until your breasts are released from your bra – you moan when he has no problem spilling your tits from the satin, nipples in stiff peaks from your orgasm. And everything else.
“You know what you did?” Joel asks, taking both of your nipples between his fingers from each hand. You moan, lifting your hips and he bites his lip when he sees your cunt front under your dress. “What was it?” You ask, curiously. Innocently.
“You squirted f’me, baby,” he slurs, thumbing over your clit now as he gets a good look at you and he’s drunk on you. His cock throbbing against your thigh, he taps it against your skin before realising what he needed.
“Fuck,” Joel mutters and you can tell by the tone it’s not just at your appearance. “What is it?” You inquire, eyebrows knit.
“Gotta get a condom,” you hear him mutter, getting onto one foot and you stop him. “No. No. I want to feel you. It’s okay, I don’t get pregnant–” well that sentence isn’t exactly how you mean for it to come out, but your mind is mush, your body feels boneless underneath him, and he chuckles at that. At how gone your brain is. Here he was, thinking he was the only one. “Okay, okay, darlin’. I believe ya.”
And really, maybe he should be using more discretion. But he can’t get the feeling of you out of his head. You were everywhere. His mouth, his glistening chest and beard. He takes you by the hips then, sitting back to flip you on your hands and knees with your help and you moan at the sensation. Joel looks down at you, groaning of your ass in the air, pushing back for his cock. “Such a needy little thing, now,” it’s as if someone else is talking. This isn’t the Professor Miller you know. This man has layers and you’re first in line to know exactly what that entails.
Joel takes the base of his cock, bobbing it as it throbs alive in his hand and runs through your slick with the head of it. “So fucking wet. Beginning to think you’ve been wanting this for as long as I have.”
You bite a whine and he can see the back of your head nodding as you crane your neck back enough to make eye contact, but his eyes fall down to your ass pressing eagerly on his cock. Doing your best to press him inside yourself.
“Go ahead,” he slaps his cock on your folds and you mewl at the wet sounds coming from it. “Take my cock.”
And take, you do. Joel holds it out for you, keeps it steady and you push back slow on his cock. Clenching around the head and he growls at that. “You dirty thing. This how you fuck all your teachers?” It burns your skin, pushing your face into your arm and you shake your head.
“Words.” He warns.
“Just you! Just you, Joel!”
“Just me,” he parrots, hissing when you shift back and you both twitch and groan when you take him to the hilt of you. It was so thick, stretching you out until you felt split apart from him. “Just me, show me then. Show me how you fuck me.”
You bite into your arm then, choking on a sob as you push your ass back over and over. Your cunt taking him deep like this, it almost feels like too much and not enough at once. Torturously slow against the spongy spot again
It felt so amazing taking him yourself, but it was like an itch you couldn’t scratch on your own. The tapping of his balls against your clit was too far apart in tempo, his cock speared inside you at a pace that didn’t have quite the same leverage as Joel did behind you.
His hands busied themselves on your ass, peeling the muscle apart – pressing his digits to leave bruises and just when you think it’s too much to take, he gives you something else. His spit falling from his lips right to the velvet of your asshole. You shudder and flutter around him when it falls to where you’re connected. Your fingertips grip the other armrest now, cheek resting atop of your hand and you can’t do it yourself anymore. “Fuck me, Joel! Professor Miller, please!”
“Shit – you know where to push, don’t you?” Joel’s wide hands slide up your sides, keeping them locked in place as he pulls your hips to him at first. Using your whole lower body, your head hands doing your best to keep yourself up but you’re so close when he uses you like this. When he picks up the pace and you let your head fall on his throw pillow – your screams of desire are targeted into the plush cushion.
Joel is bound up in amazement behind you. How you feel around him, your gorgeous figure in front of him as he gives you every bit of power he can now. His hips hammering into you, but with the right amount of speed – not too fast, not too slow. The sound of his balls slapping against your clit is faster now, and the difference is what you focus on. The way it sounds. Joel feels you tighten, pulse around his own pulse and he has to say something to you. Has to talk you through it, even if he’s not sure you’ll like it.
“So fuckin’ good for me,” he drapes his body over your back, huffing into your ear as the controlled weight of him pushes your ass down just enough to make your thighs shake. You are soaked, sticky against his abdomen, between your thighs. Over your own stomach. You move your face so you can feel his skin closer against your. His lips staying on your cheekbone, he grunts and nods.
“That’s it, fuckin’ take it. I know you can take it. Those shaky fuckin’ thighs better hold on.”
You feel yourself coil and he is quick to sooth over your hips with his palms.
“Relax, baby. That’s it, that’s good, darlin’. Shh, easy. Do you feel that heat?”
You nod hopelessly, the buildup was so strong you couldn’t do anything but curl your fingers into fists and whimper repeatedly.
“Give into that heat. Come for me, I know you can be so good for me. Good for – fuck – fuck. Good for my cock,” Joel groaning in your ear makes you flutter uncontrollably, and he wastes no time in wrapping his arm around your front, rolling quick circles at the split of your cunt, right at your clit. “Milkin’ my fuckin’ cock like that, don’t stop. Don’t fuckin’ stop,” he grits, and you’re gasping.
Clawing at the pillow, head craning up and back as you come. Mouth gaped, Joel takes advantage – pouring his tongue into it, swirling and drinking you while his cock bottoms into you repeatedly until he can’t take it anymore. You feel too good. Perfect, even.
“Joel!” Your whine is high, as your wet folds take his merciless shoves. “You feel so good, youfeelsogood!” Your lip quivers, jerking in aftershocks that feel a lot like multiple orgasms. You aren’t even sure how you feel, but he knows he has to pull out. So he tells you, rough and pained against your ear. He doesn’t want to any more than you do. But as soon as he does, that reward feels just as sweet.
He exhales roughly through his nose, a popping sound filling the room when he pulls out. Not even needing to touch himself to spill himself over the small of your back.
“Fuck,” he’s out of breath, grunting, and doing his best not to collide into you. You’re still, the nape of your neck dews with sweat and you can feel it stick to your dress instantly.
“Stay there,” Joel pulls away, and you sit up on your elbows now that you’re fully flat and study his frame walk into the kitchen.
The back of him is just as irresistible as the front.
You hum hungrily at the landscape of his back. But you do as you say, you don’t move a muscle. When he comes back, you take note of the splotches of his chest, his neck red and sheened with sweat, too. He’s just as disheveled. The paper towel he comes back with is rough against your lower back, but tickles more than anything else.
Makes you wriggle and laugh.
“What did I say?” He threatens, but his voice is much more smoother and tender. More playful. More like what you’re used to.
“Tickles!”
“You must endure it if you know what’s good for you.” he’s finished enough for you to roll over. You pull your tits back into your bra with another low laugh, but to yourself at how exposed and a mess you’re sure you look on your professor’s couch.
“I think I like that threat.”
“No more,” and that makes your heart drop. He must be able to see the disappointed look on your face, so he rephrases his sentence in an instant. “No more tonight.”
“Maybe I should be teaching you the importance of ambiguity.”
“Next lesson.”
Your heart soars just as fast as it dropped.
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While you slip on your sneakers, you turn your heel to him – bag in tow. “Listen, I don’t want this to be why I passed.”
“It’s not – it won’t be,” Joel chews up the space between you – his hand pressing against the doorframe that your delicate hand adorns at the knob, fully dressed himself, now. “You will pass by your own volition. I meant it – you are bright. You won’t let anybody take that from you, will you?” You knew that wasn’t a question as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, but you still swayed your head ‘no’.
“Not even me.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead before dropping his arm – allowing you to leave. And that’s exactly what he’ll let you believe.
“Especially not you.” You smile, leaning up to kiss his lips – your flavour lingers over his facial hair and tongue. Your panties in his pocket.
“Goodnight, Professor Miller.”
“Goodnight, doll.”
taglist: @cool-iguana – comment to be added!
#bee's requests#professor!joel#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x afab!reader#joel miller x f!reader#tlou smut#joel miller requests#soft!dom joel#softdom!joel#professor au#professor joel miller au#tlou au#joel miller au#by bee
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spoiler for 18+ headcanon jason todd
oops? 🤭
i have a little headcanon (drabble if you want) for you tomorrow
#dc comics#dc universe#writing#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#jason todd smut#jason todd#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood smut#red hood#space junk
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I’m back!!
AHHH that episode was SO GOOD
Season 7 911 spoilers! ‼️⚠️
Here’s my thoughts:
someone tell me why Bobby was SERVING this episode, like omg I’ve never really thought he was hot but this entire fucking episode he was so damn sexy wtf
His whole demeanour and voice and expressions and stance and everything oh ma lawd
I got so sad at the Chris scene
The buddie content is OMG fr setting up something, I mean the side eyes?? The hot tub scene? I’m dead.
Not to mention the sexual tension comment and Eddie’s face when Buck said he’s single now
We love Josh 💜
Maddie and chim are so dramatic and cute I can’t
Also the camera work is kinda funky I love it
We fr love a dominant Bobby
In my notes while watching I wrote: Oop Bobby be giving 😩💪🙂↔️🤭🤪✋🪽🙃🫣🙂↕️🥹💃🕺
😂😂 like I’m not wrong
Also Chris be popping fr I was like oof 5 girls? Boy has hella game fr
But I’m happy that the letter worked and he’s more okay now also it was so real of him to leave the letter until he was alone Eddie’s face was priceless he was all 🥹
Can’t wait for next week!
(I thought it would be on Disney + uk by now but it isn’t?? So I watched it on ev01 an illegal streaming site lol)
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I want to talk about
Surviving Summer
(nonspoiler/spoiler)
hey y’all, it’s been a minute since i’ve done one of these. let’s get into it…😏
So i genuinely like this show. Just finished watching the second season, in fact.
I feel like it’s the good amount of cheesy and adorable and mind numbing without being too formulaic and basic like some of these Netflix originals tend to be. Now it can be annoying and cringy sometimes, don’t get me wrong. But it’s got some pretty good actors and actresses with enough heartfelt moments and playful scenes to make one feel content. She’s not a top ten, but she never tries to be, you know??
As for the show itself? Surviving Summer is the perfect name for it, because Summer the character? a HOT mess. I cannot stress this enough, the frontal lobes on that one are not fully formed. It’s especially apparent in season 1. Even so, i love her 🥰. I cant help it ok? She has the confidence that i dreamed of having in high school, and now tbh.
I won’t go to deep into every character, but let me just say this: they will ALL annoy you at some point. It’s so obvious that they’re teenagers, cuz they childish. But they all care about each other most of the time, and surfing. It’s a great summer watch! go for it, don’t be shy
7.5/10. Surface level fun with shenanigans galore and annoying teenagers.
SPOILERS
Y’all the second season was gooood. I liked it better than the first tbh. Summer, like i said before was much more serious and focused, but it didn’t change her personality at all, which i loved.
I liked how they got more into Bodhi’s conflicts with surfing and the racism in the industry on her end. If anything, i wish they had time to do even more with it. Because everything else they did with her character this season was just bleh. A half hearted conflict between poppy blown WAY out of proportion and a half assed queer relationship that was cute but barely touched on because hottake Netflix hates their wlws and their black main characters 🤭(oop who said that)
Poppy and marlon were cuteeeee. sidenote, who else forgot that bodhi and marlon had a thing, cuz i sho did 👀. they have such good chemistry and it just warmed my heart. SPEAKING of good chemistry…
✨“summer have you seen yourself?”
summer and baxter are the only mf choice, im SORRY.
immediately side eyeing anyone who says that summer and ari should be together, because i’m not sure you and i watch the same show. another steaming take, but I never bought into summer and ari. they are too sibling for me. i was taken ABACK when they kissed in season one. I genuinely did not see it coming. they play off each other nicely, but in a romantic way? NOPE, i don’t buy it.
but from the first scene with baxter and summer, i knew. it was intense. the casual touches, the instant bind they formed, the way bax looks at her 🤭…
you cannot compete where you don’t compare, Ari is not the one 🤷🏾♀️
anyone else? hmmm…
oh, y’all join me in a big FVCK you to Elo and Wren. they both suck actual ass and i hate them both.
it’s the way that they treat everyone like shit equally. even their own brother? like what the fvck is wrong with them?
like especially wren. being jealous and overly competitive is one thing. but they way she handled the bodhi situation, plus the way she outed her old teammate? literally bordering on racist and homophobic like wtffff. maybe a lil psychotic too, cuz why is she literally a threat to summer’s life? don’t take it out on her cuz your boyfriend is an indecisive disaster. at least they didn’t give wren a redemption, i would have been so pissed off like fvck her.
ok this is getting long. tldr, Season 2 was entertaining and fun. poppy and marlon were cute, summer was awesome, ari does not need a girlfriend, justice for baxter, and wren and elo will not be seeing the pearly gates.
#surviving summer#surviving summer netflix#netflix#2023#sky katz#summer x baxter#summer x ari#poppy x marlon#baxter radic#summer torres
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RAHH LOOK WHOS HERE
Freed him from his plastic cage but he went back to hide in the box :( dw guys i think hes just shy 🤩
Oop-and now hes stolen my camera
Dog meets dog? Better not be a dog fight in this house 😤
Kicked him down with the spiderman of my own pain and suffering
The goofy ass mini ponytail lives ig
Uh oh he discovered @clowninfinite 's art. In a parallel universe....
Oops guys i think i accidentally gave him spoilers 🤭
Hes reading before bed to prove to lg hes smart
I also got some cool freebies :)) a photocard of xie lian and some stickers. YIPEE.
#after a whole ass month hes home#very squishable#link click#shiguang daili ren#cheng xiaoshi#plushies#im taking more pics tmr when he joins me for tortu- school
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Monster high ‘Horoscope’ Spoilers
OH MY FUCKING GOD DID THAT JUST HAPPEN BESTIES?!
CLEO X FRANKIE IS NOT ONLY OFFICIALLY CANON, BUT FULLY RECIPROCATED BY BOTH????
No I can’t. I literally can’t. (Not to mention the second half of this episode was literally just Ghoulia having a crush on a Drag Queen skeleton who was like three tweaks away from spectra vondergeist name wise.
Read my full ass very detailed reaction to the entire ep below
FIRST OFF! Literally the intro photo,
Cute! Love the little Beatles for Cleo!
except… wait..? What is that on their backs?
ITS A HEART BITCHESSSSSSS YESSSS!
Hell yeah. We all know things about to get steamy as fuck!
(in a PG Nickelodeon way 😉)
Oh hi Cleo! 👋
No Cleo! You accidentally threw your phone when you weren’t looking! 😟
OH WHATS IN THIS FUZZY ASS PHOTO I TOOK FROM THE FLOOR OF MY LOFT?!?!
A ELECTRIFIED DISEMBODIED ARM HEROICALLY THROWN TO CATCH SAID PHONE? IN PERFECT TIMING? Almost… as if they’ve noticed this as one of Cleo’s quirks, and have taken it upon themselves to be their every time just to make sure her precious phone doesn’t drop?
NOT THE FIRST THING OUT OF FRANKIES MOUTH BEING ‘Are you ok Cleo?’
Their so worried about her 🥺.
Oh… 👀 EYE SHIFT … pretty 💖
IM DEAD. ALREADY.
boo, apparently I can only add one video per thing 😐. WELP PICTURES IT IS!
ooo! I love the ‘for monsters hororscopes always come true thing’
wait what is this? Cleo’s Horoscope??? “A MONSTER MOST PRECIOUS TO YOU WILL ENTER YOUR LIFE!’
Who could that be?!?
FRANKIE COMING IN CLUTCH! Literally. Another perfect catch!
Oh! Cleo thinks it’s gotta be this pearl ghoul she’s obsessed with on Eektok! Cool! A water dragon or something? (Pfft she’s not Jinafire 😤)
Frankie : a Similacrum phone stand 👍
Omg I love the little detail how Frankies hand flinches slightly and hesitates once Cleo’s hand touches them 🥹 this Boo so gay and I love them for that.
Clawdeen really said 😳
Omg Cool!!! Cleo wants to throw a welcome part for Jinafire knockoff- OOP I meant Pearl!!!
I wonder how Frankie feels about this?
Transcript for the video wanting readers :
“Ooo fun! -I WANNA HELP!” - Frankie Stein
Frankie. Boo. Your not subtle 🤭.
ok. So I desperately want to add another video cause this really is such a monumental detail filled episode,
SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! A PART TWO EVERYONE! LIKE AND COMMENT AND ILL MAKE SURE TO LINK THE SECOND PART AS SOON AS IM DONE MAKING IT! ❤️❤️❤️
Part two !
#monster high#frankie x cleo#frankie stein#g3 frankie stein#frankie monster high#cleo x frankie#cleo de nile#cleo monster high#g3 cleo de nile#clawdeen wolf#draculaura#clawdeen is a lesbian#Frankie is nonbinary#They Them pronouns for Frankie#monster high g3
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eagan tehrani x stone!reader headcanons part 4
warnings: mostly fluff but it does get slightly smutty 🤭 also kinda spoilers for queen charlotte oops lol
-ok so since in my little universe Eagan doesn’t go to prison, when Adrian’s compound for the passengers gets blown up Eagan feels bad and gets him a motel room
-you and Eagan were out following a calling together when you ran into Adrian
-you mayyy have snuck out of the house to go with him
-Eagan and Ben have a frenemies thing going on and Ben doesn’t exactly love you hanging out with him
-so you just didn’t say anything!! LOL
-you don’t know Adrian as well so you just stay in the room with Eagan
-but there’s only one bed
-🤭
-you spend the night just chilling in bed talking
-it’s also the middle of winter because IN SEASON 4 THERE WAS SNOW
-so it’s cold
-and those motel blankets look gross and not very warm
-so he gives you his jacket to use as a blanket
-and you literally curl up into a ball under it
-“your dad would be pissed if he knew we were sleeping in the same bed”
-“good thing he doesn’t know”
-at this point you’re just inching closer
-he tucks your hair behind your ear and tips your chin up towards him
-then he kisses you FINALLY
-it’s so soft and gentle
-when you pull back from the kiss you look up at him and whisper
-“I love you, Eagan”
-his eyes soften and he barely gets out “I love you, I love you, I love you” before he takes your face in his hands and kisses you again
-(in my queen charlotte era think that iconic scene where george is all choked up and is like “my heart calls your name” and then kisses her 🥹)
-deeper this time
-you melt into him, into the bed as he climbs on top of you
-you run your hands through his hair
-letting out a soft moan as his lips trail down to your neck
-finding the exact spot that got you to cave in his kitchen
-nipping at that spot and then moving up to your ear, making you shiver
-that photographic memory comes in reeeeally handy lol
-after he just kisses your forehead and you curl up against his chest to fall asleep
-he traces your temples as you doze off
-when mick and zeke show up because Adrian went missing you and Eagan have both had the warehouse calling
-when Eagan runs into Adrian’s room and you follow mick is immediately like
-“what the actual fuck-“
-and zeke being the sweet adorable guy that he is is like “what she means to say is , y/n what are you doing here? we all thought you were at home.”
-“I was just helping with a calling. Mick please dont tell dad.”
-she’s def very suspicious and like it’s so obvious but she promises she won’t tell
-as soon as she walks out of the room zeke literally comes up to you almost laughing and whispers “i could literally feel how flustered you are from outside the motel,” and walks out to the car with mick
-and Eagan is all smug like “oh? i got you flustered, did I?” and pulls you out of view from the window to pull you into a kiss and tickle you
-he’s shushing you as you start giggling and smiling into the kiss
-he sleeps on the couch that night
-youuu sneak downstairs to make out with him in the middle of the night
-he definitely leaves a hickey in a really obvious place on your neck
-when you come down for breakfast in the morning zeke subtly points it out to you and you quick run upstairs to cover it
-also side note but you’re besties with zeke
-when you ask if he’s gonna tell your dad or mick he’s like “of course I won’t. girl code” and zips his lips.
-you’re laughing at him because of course mick taught him that
-when you go to saanvi and vance’s lab to make Eagan have a calling you sit by the bed the whole time
-when saanvi yanks him out of the calling you immediately grab his hand
-seeing him in pain was terrifying
-but you hide it from saanvi and Vance
-except for squeezing his hand
-once they’re gone you pull him into the biggest hug
-when he sees marco’s calling and decides to go to the soup kitchen where the omega sapphire is you go together
-it’s pretty boring but you love spending the time with him when no one else is around
-& stealing kisses when no one is looking
-when you go down to the basement and make it through to the boiler room mick and saanvi are both like 😮
-mick is so onto you now
-so you tell her
-and she’s literally like “im so telling on you when we get home”
-but she thinks you’re cute
-he helps you up on his shoulders to reach some of the bricks where the tiles need to go
-in my version of the story he doesn’t steal the sapphire. angelina comes and steals it somehow because we hate angelina here
-don’t know how to end this lol but lmk if you want part 6!!!
#eagan tehrani#manifest season 4#headcanons#manifest nbc#manifestnetflix#eagan tehrani x reader#eagan tehrani headcanons#eagan manifest#adrian shannon#ben stone#cal stone#olive stone#saanvi bahl#michaela stone#vance manifest
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“Sometimes I wanna write Will’s POV of the same scene and that was one of those times”
me to @boahey and 1k words later…Oops! 🤭
[ spoilers if you haven’t read it yet ]
Below the cut is Will’s POV from chapter 14 of I’m a Wreck Without You Here for the glasses scene 🤓
enjoy!
If you don’t want to read Will’s POV to keep up the mystery of what he’s thinking, that’s totally fine. I really just couldn’t help myself. This scene just won’t leave my brain!
tagging my fans: @across-thestars @magentamee @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @rebellius @booksandpaperss @sparks-olivarpente (again you guys don’t have to read it, but if you’re curious what he was thinking before… 😉)
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All in.
That’s what Will told himself the second he decided to allow Mike back into his life. Being all in meant being there for him. And it was easy to do because he was still wildly and ridiculously in love with him even after all these years and all their drama—which also made him really angry over how easy it was. He hated that he still had so much love for Mike, because he’s tried for so many years not to.
And that love for Mike was the only reason he agreed to walk all the way back to his car from the cemetery in eighty-three degree weather while wearing a suit and uncomfortable dress shoes through a grass field. Well, the shortcut was his own idea, but that’s only because his feet hurt in these stupid shoes. Maybe it was unconventional, but Mike actually had the right idea wearing an old pair of converse to the funeral.
But again, he was doing this for him. Because Mike needed him and he was all in. At least he didn’t remotely mind their conversation, they were getting to know each other again, so that part alone was worth it and he’d do it again in a heartbeat if he had to.
Even so, Will was thrilled when they reached his car. He’s quick to open the door for Mike, but then Mike tells him they should check to see if they acquired ticks along their short journey. Okay, fair point. He was smart to suggest it. And once they were finally in the car, he turns the engine on and puts the air conditioning up to full blast. He was so sweaty and sticky and it was uncomfortable as hell. But again…it was worth it to be there for Mike.
Will pulls out of the parking lot, with the sound of classical music filling the air, and he muses to himself about what it would be like to kiss Mike. He blames it on the romantic music of course, but it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it over a thousand times already. Will’s hopes for finally getting to kiss Mike, after so many years and so much heartbreak, was at an all-time high. Beyond delusional really. Ever since that night in the basement…
He’s wanted to ask him about it, because he almost doesn’t believe he heard him right.
What if I was hallucinating the whole thing? What if that’s not what he meant to say? Maybe I heard him wrong?
Will didn’t want to make a fool of himself. The truth was, Will had resigned himself years ago to the reality that Mike was straight and that his love for him was a waste of time and only a recipe for heartbreak. Which it ultimately was, the heartbreak was the main reason he had to cut Mike out of his life. But maybe he was wrong this whole time. And if he was wrong, what were the chances that Mike could finally like him back? Will started to entertain the possibility that Mike could actually reciprocate his feelings this time around the morning after that night drinking in the basement. It was when they were standing together in the kitchen and conversing so easily as though they hadn’t spent almost fifteen years barely speaking a word to each other. Because it felt as though the stars had aligned for him—like Mike was already his and he was always meant to be. He wanted to ask, he needed to know. Or was he merely going crazy for simply considering it? But then Jonathan walked in, reminding him why they were even talking again at all. And he hasn’t found the right moment to ask him about it since. Because later that day they said their final goodbyes to Nancy, so he felt the timing wasn’t right. And today, less than an hour ago, they buried her. It felt selfish to bring it up. He had to wait for the right moment.
Will glances over at Mike to find he was staring at him, or rather smiling dreamingly and looking a little lovesick. Then he looks back at the road perplexed.
Maybe I’m not wrong at all…
And so Will laughs at him. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Hm?”
It would be wise for him to rule out anything obvious first, so he asks, “Is there something on my face?”
“Oh…uh, yeah actually…” Mike starts to say and there was a slight pause before he adds, “I was just thinking you look really good in glasses.”
Will snorts.
What the hell, Mike? That came out of nowhere… Okay, calm down, it’s just a friendly compliment. Don’t read into it.
Of course, staying calm was a bit tricky, because his heart was beating horribly fast.
“Seriously, Will, I’m not messing with you. I promise…I really like ‘em!” There was considerable strain in Mike’s voice, like he was shocked that he didn’t believe him or something, and now he was trying extra hard to prove his point.
Okay, this could be fun…
“Well, they help me to see,” he says plainly, because now he wanted Mike to think he didn’t care.
“But, I really mean it…they look so good on you, y’know?”
Don’t say anything, don’t say anything, don’t even smile…
“They do. I swear!”
Will shrugs. Yup. Keep pretending like you don’t care.
“Are you fucking serious? I’m basically telling you that your glasses make you look hot, so would you just take the damn compliment?!”
A wicked smile spreads across his face. Mike thinks I look hot, huh? “And who said that I didn’t?” And then Will decides to be bold and turns to give him a quick wink, but of course he turns away to look back at the road just as fast, because that was part of the fun. And yet he still shocked himself with how he even managed to pull it off at all. His heart was ready to leap out of his chest.
After almost a minute he can hear Mike sighing. If they weren’t about to walk into a funeral reception in less than two minutes, this would be the moment. He would ask what he’s been dying to ask him. And Will is sure he knows the answer now. Though he can still have a little bit more fun first. “Besides…you were so adamant to prove your point that you think I look hot with glasses, why would I ever stop you? Please, tell me what else you like.”
“Jeez, I forgot how insufferable you can be.”
Will chuckles. “You know you missed it…well anyway, we’re here.” He states as he pulls the car into the parking lot and finds an open space. Their comfortable little bubble had to burst again.
#iawwyh#rare Will POV#in fact it’s the second time ive ever tried writing his POV so idk if it’s any good but#this scene makes me crazy#will has glasses#byler fanfic
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UUUUGH THE NEW CRIMSON CROWN CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD!!! I’m eager to read the next chapter whenever you have it ready, I’m a little anxious with how Miguel is going to handle the princess’s feelings about the concubine situation 😭
Eek thank you nonny 🥹❤️.
And oh my goodness... Look, I know he seemed like he didn't care. But he cares. He just didn't know how to approach the situation, and our princess ain't stupid.
Neither of them regarded that specific thing cause it's better to ignore it 👀 (And oop, mild spoilers it's gonna explode in his face) . He doesn't know how to approach it without fucking it up even more and she's trying to not think too much on it. Cause what use would it be?
The last thing someone you're about to marry, would like to hear is when was the last time you fucked someone else. jsksj
He's a clumsy idiot when it comes to love.
He wanted to apologize but he got too busy listening to her. (it did things to him, clearly jsksj, 👀)
But it shall be addressed, promise 🤭❤️
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(SPOILERS)
While fighting Youri's men, I chose to tell them to drop the weapons and they did, but the later paragraphs describe Tamu and Desma as being covered completely in blood— but there was no mentions of a fight? Or at least, not THAT big of a clash (I chose to "fight those that are staying, let those fleeing go" the previous run and both Desma and Tamu had the same description).
Btw, not gonna lie, it really wasn't that big of a conflict to choose to kill that double-faced little weasel lol He would have stabbed the guild in the back immediately, and you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, and those people that I just saved and let go without conditions? They will be more help to me than Youri.
(WE SAW POLDI AGAIN IN OUR DREAM OMG I AM FREAKING OUT BIG ANNOYING BRO COME BACK TO US)
Oop looks like I missed a scene variation! Thank you for the heads up!
Youri is pretty despicable, haha. I had a stank face the whole time I was writing his scenes lol
That interaction really does a lot to shape what kind of leader, thief, and person the MC is shaping up to be, so here's hoping that those people come through for you.
(As for Poldi...what Poldi 🤭)
#interactive fiction#honor amongst thieves#if wip#game development#worldbuilding#interactive novel#hat if#mc#Youri#Poldi#Sancus Poldimus of House Poldimus
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Imagine how frustrated the boys would be with a darling who thirsts over a fictional character. Bonus points if the character is similar to the yandere, but whereas darling loves him they hate the real deal lmao. They’re always interacting with media featuring the character (watching the series/playing the video game, etc) while their yandere is in the back silently begging for a crumb of their attention. That is, until they get annoyed and drag darling away ofc.
The yanderes are jealous of the body pillow darling cuddles cutely while sleeping? Wait until they discover the multitude of AO3 tabs filled with the most toe curling, sheet gripping, unholy fanfiction of that character on darling’s phone. Kinky, deplorable things they’ve DREAMED about doing to darling, only to find out they’ve been fantasizing about those exact things, but with another man instead? Doesn’t matter if he’s fictional THEY WOULD RAISE HELL.
These are some of the characters I think darling would simp for in comparison to their Yandere.
Dio - Albert Wesker from Resident Evil. (Them both being blonde, having superhuman abilities, and a massive God complex. Plus I simp for Wesker myself so 🤭)
Kars - Sephiroth from Final Fantasy 7 (Not only do they both have luscious hair, they are also genetically superior beings and philosophers)
Kira - The True Culprit from Persona 4. (The True Culprit’s identity is a massive Persona 4 spoiler, and while their and Kira’s MO for killing doesn’t exactly match up, the sheer similarity between P4 and JJBA Part 4, them both having a ragtag group of teens chasing a serial killer and taking place in a small town, made me choose them)
Unfortunately I couldn’t think of anyone for Doppio, Diavolo, or Pucci 😭. Also just now realizing all my picks are from video games lol oops.
🎵I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new🎵
This just reminds me of my new song addiction, "you right" by Doja Cat!
Maybe the villains try cosplaying as the characters so that darling will notice them? And if darling likes it then the villains may suggest some... roleplay??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
#ask#thewickeddiooftheeast#yandere#yandere jjba#suggestive#villain house#yandere jojo x reader#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure#yandere dio x reader#yandere dio#yandere kars#kars x reader#kars#kira yoshikage x reader#yandere kira#kira x reader#jjba kira#jjba kars
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Okay, spoilers!!
I'm writing the part 2 for the leon angst I wrote, so...
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If... Anyone is interested of course lol
Edit; it's already been posted oops 🤭 here~!
#.~ranting away~.#leon kennedy angst#leon kennedy x male reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#x reader#male reader
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i feel so bad for queen caramelinda
i rlly need to get this out of my chest lmao
im only on the first few episodes (pls no spoilers 🥲) and i JUST FEEL SO BAD for her. like it sounds like she's in a relationship with someone who's kinda doing that whole weaponized incompetence schtick
sorry if i misunderstood something but it seems like she married the dude who was gonna be king of candia regardless of who he marries but she's the one who always has to do the ruling
plus she's absolutely the parent that ACTUALLY has to parent, while the king gets to be the fun dad so now her kids prefer him more
when jet said they'll just stay in candia with the king while she rules as empress in the capital?? (when they were talking about who to nominate) omg i felt so bad lol
and what if the queen and king actually married for love? like my mind is spinning imagining how that could play out (if it will play out). imagine marrying someone for love and you didnt know ur marriage was legal so now ur kids are bastards?????? girl rip him a new one please
dont get me wrong, i absolutely love the characters and the conflicts and their faults!!! its doing an amazing job of drawing me in!!! like i absolutely get this is how theyre supposed to act. and i think its making me feel what im supposed to??
hope it turns into a plot point for her tho 🥲🥲
and if it turns out she's also an antagonist well oops then. but i like toxic chicks so maybe not oops 🤭
#dimension 20#crown of candy#queen caramelinda#king amethar#d20 crown of candy#acoc#d20#caramelinda rocks
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more (unfortunate) things i want from the next total drama season (you can read my first post here)
spoilers under the cut:
they better give us a full intro like all the other seasons got. i wanna see all the characters doing something in that intro, not some quick shots before cutting to all of them at the fire pit. the fandom deserves more gif material than that!
i want scary girl to learn the original reason she went home (millie's vote) and just... have some scary things planned for ms millie 🥰
before scary girl left, she called priya her "friend." so lets get a lil more interaction between these two soon to be besties, who also have a connection due to their interest in damien (priya as platonic/MAYBE romantic, and scary girl as... someone scary lol) 🥰
julia/wayne alliance, preferably if wayne and raj are on different teams. there's just so much potential there. a friendship? a romance? something that's doomed from the start? who knows! let's make it happen though! it would be so fun!
maybe, just MAYBEEEEEE, have one of the old cast members come through and make a challenge or something 🤭 (like it would be so cool to see heather again or something, that girl knew how to PLAYYYYY)
since bowie the reason caleb got sent home... imma need caleb to get his lick back. revengeeeee!!!! even though i adore bowie with my whole life
i want more mk vs julia, i just found it such a fun and short lived rivalry
also now that people know mk steals, give mk another way to trick the other players. cause i doubt they gon fall for that twice 😭
do you know how funny it would be for scary girl to get scared, and how much funnier it would be for her to be scared of something that's NOT scary at all? let damien scare her with something he's a complete geek about for bonus points
also let damien shut ripper up at least once
also let damien finish a nerdy ramble
also do a science-like challenge just so damien can win immunity once the teams merge 💪🏾 my extreme bias for damien is showing oops
do some sort of challenge that involves the arts. i'm struggling to come up with something that hasn't been done yet by td, but like... something artistic. and something nichelle can win so she can be less of a girlfailure and go through her deserved character development. ok i'll stop being biased-
give us a wlw couple 👁️ double the number of queer couples because we deserve it! i swear if the writers just scroll through the td tag, they can get soooooo much inspo
my brain is empty, i'll make another post if inspo strikes (which, unfortunately, is a high possibility since i'm too lazy to make a fic about these)
#sorry i have total drama '23 brain rot#made me change up my tumblr profile and everything like???? 😭#i'm back in 2013 all over again!#total drama 2023#total drama#total drama island#total drama spoilers#total drama island spoilers#tdi#tdi spoilers#tdi 2023#tdi 2023 spoilers#td#td spoilers#total drama island 2023
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