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doodle-pops · 10 days

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House of Fingolfin | Getting Into a Fight For Their S/O

A/N: Finally decided to continue more headcanons for the other elves.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingolfin

He’s proper and never one for engaging in any physical altercations even if the situation escalated. Fingolfin is someone who would allow his men to dispose of the individual who dared to step to his level.

However, when the unknown situation arises and the need to become violent is necessary, I’m not sure who’s the one to put a leash on this terror of an elf, but it’s definitely more than five guards to hold him back from damaging the elf who spat absurdities at his family or you.

He’s made up of pure strength so brute force he required to drag him away from lunging at the ellon. Your appearance would assist in diluting his temper, drawing his focus to you and not the pulp of an elf lying on the floor.

Fingolfin would have landed hits to the elf, so his knuckles would be bruised, this you would nurse back to health while silently brooding and muttering under his breath at the speed of light.

You don’t pick up on anything he’s cursing on and on about, but you know it’s based on the situation. Just give him some kisses on his face and lead him far away to blow some steam off.

Take him for a long walk away from the kingdom and have him kick some rocks like a child. He’ll surely calm down after a week. “Have you calmed down yet?” “I’ve always been calm,” he says as his eye twitches.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingon

Can appear impulsive when he isn’t thinking right, but like his father, Fingon’s a composed individual and refuses to throw the first fist for something that can be solved otherwise. His solution is to walk away or laugh it off, which probably provokes the other person to take insulting jabs at those precious to him.

It’s gonna take a lot to make him lunge at the individual, preferably, the latter being the one to throw the first hit leaving him with no choice but to defend himself. In that moment, you can bet all his frustration would come pouring out.

The entire scene is unusual, watching Fingon engage in a physical altercation with a random elf which leads to everyone knowing it’s something serious and rushing to pull him away. It’ll take just Maedhros or Turgon to tug Fingon off the battered ellon.

To you, the scene is horrifying after watching a gentle–natured elf engaged in a fight. You know he’s not thinking straight with fury in his mind, so it’s for you to step in and dissolve his temper with soothing words and touches to his face. His siblings would stand guard, unsure of whether he’d break away.

For starters, he’s ashamed that you witnessed him so unhinged and would rather disappear for days into weeks before confronting you. It’s for you to ensure him that you don’t hate him for it. You have to hold him down and tend to his wounds while listening to his endless apologies.

Make him feel better with lots of cuddles and spending time with him away from everyone. “Come for some love, Finno,” you say as he wastes no time in running over to snuggle into your arms.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Turgon

Not the last person anyone would suspect to throw a fist, but the first person due to his cold temperament and judgemental persona. His temper is unmatched and will not hesitate to connect his fist with someone disrespecting him and his family.

I don’t believe anyone will survive his punches but let’s pretend this person does to receive a few more to create a brawl and you can witness Turgon becoming absolutely unhinged. It is quite easy to rile him up into becoming physically involved, yes, he would prefer to walk away but not when the disrespect is unspeakable.

Maybe his father has to pull him off or his brothers and cousins all together because like his father, he has the strength to match his stature. Turgon is a brute force of nature, so kudos to whoever is on the receiving end. However, what makes his attack dangerous is his stealth.

No one expects him to openly throw a hit because one minute he’s laughing and the next he’s on the floor beating someone up. Like?? It’s not a pleasant sight for you to witness though you’re aware of his sizzling temper and his bitter tongue. Plus, he probably got into fights as a child so it’s natural.

The only time you can approach him is when he’s already dragged off and in the healing wing being persecuted by his father (if he’s around). Your appearance would be the ice he needs to completely dissolve. He isn’t going to forget (this man holds grudges), but he’ll follow you as long as it’s far away from the altercation.

Take him on a random spur-of-the-moment holiday and pamper him like a baby. Of course, you will have to prepare yourself for hearing him complain about the incident. Every. Single. Day. “Are you finished Káno?” “...No.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Argon

It physically pains me to imagine this beanstalk engaging in a physical altercation with someone, however, he is described as impudent, so there you have it. Argon will throw around his fist like his older brother to beat some fool to a pulp for insulting his friends and family, and you.

He doesn’t want to hear a reason for why he shouldn’t do what he did, all he knows is that the elf said disrespectful comments and deserved to be handled with extra care. There’s no stopping Argon when he starts, given his hunk of a structure which has muscles to accompany his frame.

Definitely get the family to separate him from the perpetrator because he isn’t budging from his spot. They can pry him off and he’d slip away to finish what he started because he’s fighting them to let him go. You got to stand between him and the bruised ellon on the floor to catch his attention.

Talk sweetly to him, call his name—slip in a nickname—to soothe his unhinged nature. Reach for his hands and tug him away from the scene, telling him everything will be alright, and his family will take care of the rest.

Spend the time cleaning his wounds and littering kisses to his bruises. Use this moment to incorporate a ton of affection; maybe every time he feels angry, give him a kiss and a hug. Don’t think you’re escaping his grasp once he becomes aware of the affections you’re bequeathing.

Like many others, shame becomes him, and he’ll endlessly apologise for the manner in which you saw him behaving, promising to never act impulsively like that again without gauging the situation firsthand.

“It’s alright, Káno. You were simply being my hero, defending me from those naysayers. Now come for some kisses.”

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lovefairymina · 16 days

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"Arakano, can you lower your body down please? You are too tall and I can't even kiss you properly," y/n pout as she complained while looking up to his eyes.

“Hmm, I don’t know about that. Have you tried jumping or climbing on a table to kiss me? You tend to appear twice as adorable when you attempt to jump,” he laughed before his face morphed into panic the moment he realised you were about to kick him in his shin. “Alright, alright, you win. I’ll get on my knees for you, love. Cute.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {argon}#argon #argon x you #argon x y/n #argon imagine #arakano #arakáno #nolofinweans #house of fingolfin #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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ilydeku · 1 year

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what it'd be like to text senku

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Your elf returns from the dead and finds you with a child

(Here you go. Excuse the bad tittle, I couldn't come up with anything better. Maedhros, Celegorm, Argon and Finrod are our special guests here. I felt like they would fit the consept of the requests. Theres a lot of angst in Maedhros’s and Celegorm’s part, so be warned. Enjoy!)

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings; marriage, fluff, death, angst, divorce, and complicated family life.

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Maedhros

-When you two met and fell in love, it was love at first sight. Maedhros hadn't been interested in anyone before, counting how many people asked him to court them, but something about you got his heart hammering like a drum.

-You were a bit shy, which he thought was cute. You were charming when you got comfortable around him. Throwing jokes and keeping him on his toes excited him and made him even more interested in you.

-He stole your heart for helping you around social situations and being kind, so you silently had a crush on him but hated it because you thought he was out of your league.

-However, he mustered the courage to ask you to court him, and you said yes.

-Your courtship laster for a long time, filled with love and adoration for each other. It all ended up in a happy marriage.

-His family accepted you. Nerdanel adored you, but having Feanor's approval was tough at first, but eventually, he softened up for you.

-After being married for a long time, you two finally considered starting a family. Unfortunately, that would never happen when the darkening happened, and Maedhros swore the oath to retrieve his father's silmarils.

-You had a bad feeling about the ordeal and tried to convince your husband of it. Arguments took place between you, then the kin slaying happened, and you refused to go with him to middle earth.

-Maedhros was heartbroken but still left with his father, leaving you on the shores of Valinor.

-Heartbroken and alone, you seek out your mother-in-law for comfort and help.

-Your family had left with Feanor's host, and most of your friends had left with Finfolfin's host, so you were all alone.

-Your other friends from Teleri and Vanyar would not trust you after what happened.

-Nerdanel welcomed you with open arms and let you stay with her.

-Your grief didn't take a good toll on you, especially when you found out a few months later that you were pregnant.

-You and Maedhros had been trying for a baby but had some complications. Your little one came at the worst time possible.

-It griefed you to the end that Maedhros wasn't going to meet his child, but for the sake of your baby, you pulled yourself together.

-After nine months, your daughter was finally born.

-She had her father's hair, which pained you, but you still loved her.

-You missed Maedhros terribly, but you stopped thinking about him and dedicated yourself raising your precious little girl.

-Nerdanel was a great help and was happy to be a grandmother. She took over whenever you needed rest.

-When Maedhros was released, he sought you out. Even though; he was afraid of how the encounter might go.

-He didn't expect to see you conversing with a young elleth, who kinda looked like you but with red hair.

-You felt rage when you saw him, and you became even madder when he thought you moved on and had a child with another.

-You smacked him with a book, calling him names and blaming him for leaving a child with you.

-It would take him a moment to realize that you were pregnant when he left, and the young confused elleth beside you was his grown-up daughter.

-He would feel happy but regretful. He left you alone to carry the burden, and he wasn't there for his daughter.

-It was just another addition to what he failed in his life.

-Reconnecting you wasn't easy. All the Anger you suppressed came out like a volcano, so you were constantly pissy with him.

-His daughter was angry with him too, and obviously inherited your temper, so he had two elleths constantly mad at him.

-His daughter didn't accept him at first. He had been gone for her entire life, and sometimes she had been bullied for being related to him.

-She was also mad that he left you to suffer all alone.

-Maedhros would feel even more guilty but tried to fix things with you and bond with his child.

-Things would slowly turn for the better, and you stopped feeling angry.

-Love would finally return, and even his daughter slowly accepted him. Things were good at last.

Celegorm

-You're not sure what possessed you to marry an elf-like him.

-He was loud and wild, while you were quiet and calm.

-He was a childhood friend, and over time, when you both grew up, you accepted when he asked to court you and soon got married.

-You did have a healthy relationship and say you both were very much in love. Even though; he sometimes annoyed your existence.

-He sometimes had the intelligence of a rock, so you were the brains in the relationship.

-He never mistreated you, but all went down when the darkening happened, and he swore an oath.

-He had turned into another elf and seemed to enjoy the havoc and blood he spilled when he slew his kin.

-You were frightened and refused to go with him.

-An argument broke out, and you ran away when he raised his sword at you, thinking he was going to kill you.

-Celegorm wasn't going to hurt. His temper got out a bit when you argued, raising his sword at you. He got confused and almost regretted it when you ran away from him.

-Turning his back on you, he left and joined his father and brothers to sail to middle earth.

-You turned on your mother-in-law and Curufin's wife for comfort and didn't have a good time. You then found out that you were expecting, which made the feeling worse.

-It scared you, and you fell into depression. You highly considered getting rid of the child than having a reminder of what your husband had become.

-Luckily, Nerdanel was there to support you and stop you from making a decision you might have regretted.

-You held on until you gave birth to your twin sons, who looked like their father.

-You allowed Nerdanel to look after your sons and went to seclusion for rest and collect yourself. You weren't ready to be a mother. You did have talks about having children with Celegorm before, but they came at the wrong time.

-It took you a long time to get out of depression, but you finally managed to collect yourself with enough help and therapy and went to see your sons.

-Your twin boys were precious and the brightest things. You regretted even considering getting rid of them and thanked Nerdanel for convincing you to keep them.

-You learned to love your boys and finally managed to live without thinking about Celegorm.

-Sometimes, Orome comes to check on you and your sons. He wanted to help you out a little. He was confused in the beginning since he didn't have experience with elven babies, but he soon got the hang of it and was a great help.

-He became like a grandpa figure to them.

-He knew about your terrible breakup with Celegorm and was saddened that Celegorm left you the burden of raising your sons alone. He felt like he failed to mentor Celegorm into a good elf. So Orome thought he should repay you for the damage his apprentice caused you.

-You knew the language of the birds and animals, so they kept you informed about what your husband was doing in middle earth. He had done many terrible things, but the moment when he kidnapped and lusted after an elven princess was the breaking point.

-You became unbelievably upset and wanted to break off the marriage bond.

-You needed a lot of therapy to get over your former husband.

-When Celegorm was finally allowed to leave the halls of Mandos, you didn't seek him out.

-Celegorm found you with Huan and a pair of twins he did not recognize. He already thought the worst things, so he demanded an explanation.

-You weren't happy to see him, especially when he behaved aggressively toward your boys.

-You told him they were your sons, then Celegorm had the audacity to blame you for moving on with another like your marriage meant nothing.

-Your sons took him down because they thought he was threatening you, and Celegorm was nothing against your son's united strength.

-You kicked him in the face, yelling and telling him he was the one who left you pregnant.

-Celegorm would feel shocked and slowly realize the truth. He would finally feel stupid and try to reconcile.

-Luckily, Orome was there to break you up before it escalated.

-You had no interest in reconnecting or re-creating the marriage bond, so you both needed a lot of couple therapy.

-Celegorm would have a hard time connecting with his sons. They were shocked and felt embarrassed he was their father.

-They were mad at him for causing you so many problems and emotional damage.

-Celegorm would feel the joy that his sons shared a passion for hunting and Orome had gifted them hounds of their own, but the fact they refused to acknowledge him as their father didn't sit well.

-They sometimes slandered him about the oath and everything he did in middle earth. They would have cut their throat than embarrassed their mother as he did.

-Orome refused to help Celegorm out. He told his former apprentice it was time to take responsibility for his actions.

-So yeah, your family life had a rough start. You refused to take him back, wanting to stay in divorce and his sons were mama's boys. He has a lot to do to have a good life.

Argon

-Argon was the second one in his family to get married when he fell in love with you.

-He was shy and blushed easily, and those were one of his perks you so much adored about him.

-He almost fainted when he asked you to marry him.

-You two talked about starting a family, and he was excited about it but was worried he would be a bad father. His family tried to be supportive, but they didn't help much because he got even more worried.

-When the darkening happened, and Argon was going to leave with his family, you begged him to stay. You had a bad feeling in your gut that something terrible would happen to him.

-He was almost convinced to stay with you, but in the end, he still left with the host of his father.

-You were heartbroken and stayed with his mother for the time being. The feeling became worst when you found out that you were expecting.

-It was hard, but with the support of Anaire and your friends, you managed to pull yourself together for the sake of your child.

-Months later, your daughter and son were born.

-It was a surprise that you were expecting twins since none of the healers noticed, but it didn't make you love them any less. They were beautiful, and Anaire was ecstatic to have grandchildren.

-It was tough at first since it was your first time being a mother, but luckily Anaire was there to help, so you had nothing to worry about.

-Some years later, not too long ago, maiars came to your doorsteps and told you about your husband.

-Argon died in a battle and had been in the halls of Mandos ever since, but since he had committed no other evil. Valars considered releasing him if you wanted him back.

-He was to suffer the doom of the Noldor, but the valars considered giving him a second chance so he could be in your children's life.

-You accepted the offer and grabbed your children to meet their father.

-When you reached the halls of Mandos, Argon was there, waiting for you. He was ecstatic when he saw you but got very confused when seeing your daughter and son.

-The meeting became awkward because he thought you moved on and had children with another.

-You laughed, calling him an idiot. You explained your daughter and son were his. You didn't have time to meet someone else.

-Argon would blush in embarrassment. He apologized and hugged his children.

-He would cry happy tears and apologize several times to you for being a terrible husband. He would have never left if he knew you were pregnant.

-You got over it a long time ago. You were just happy to have Argon back, and your children have a chance to have a father in their lives.

Finrod

-You were from the Teleri and a peculiar one as many would describe you.

-When you two met, Finrod enjoyed the breeze and the sounds of the sea on a rock, and then you appeared and unexpectedly jump-bombed in the water.

-Finrod was taken by your act and couldn't help but observe as you played with friendly reef sharks.

-He was captivated by your energy and loved the sound of your laughter.

-He couldn't help but greet you and join you for fun.

-It was a fun swim for both of you.

-You recognized him right away when he told his name because you knew his mother from parties your family attended.

-The reason why Finrod had not seen you before was that you were a bit of an oddball and didn't like to socialize much. You always preferred going for a swim and playing with sharks.

-Finrod became enamored with you, and when you started seeing each other, you started courting, which led him to ask for your hand in marriage.

-It felt like Finrod was following his father's footsteps and married a graceful swan maiden, but in the place of a swan. He married a wild shark maiden.

-His family adored you and got along perfectly with Galadriel, who was suspicious of you at first, but soon became fast friends.

-Finarfin didn't mind his son marrying someone from a lower class. He saw how happy you made Finrod, and he didn't have the heart to break you up just because you weren't from an influential family. So Finarfin was very welcoming.

-When the darkening happened, and the flight of Noldor took place, Finrod convinced you to stay because he felt you would only suffer if you came along. He wanted you to stay in the safety of Valinor.

-The separation was heartbreaking, but you stayed behind as Finrod left with his kin.

-You missed him every day, then the shocking thing happened when you found out that you were pregnant.

-You were ecstatic about the news, but your family didn't receive it well and told you not to keep the child. They pressured you that keeping the child would only cause suffering and a bad reputation because Finrod was still part of Noldor.

-Frightened and saddened by the reaction of your family, you decided to seek help from your in-laws, who still resided in Valinor.

-Finrod's parents were supportive and helped you to get through it. Months later, your son was finally born.

-When Finrod returned from the halls of Mandos and was allowed to walk upon Valinor again, he sought you out and found you living with his parents, and there was a young ellon beside you.

-He was happy to see you, and the reunion was heart-filled, but he needed to take a quick look at the elf teenager beside you.

-The ellon looked like him but with your hair since it was lighter and less blond.

-Finrod would quickly connect the dots and remember sensing life within you when you two parted. He would smile and finally hug his son.

-Your son would be confused and not recognize his father until you told him Finrod was his father. He would softly cry and hug his father back in happiness.

-You would all become a one-happy hug pile, and everything was well.

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izvmimi · 1 year

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i played this game before like over a year ago but i wanna ask the dash again:

what trait does your fave give your kids that you can’t stand/weren’t prepared for

#izuku’s kids have encyclopedic knowledge of everything #and combined with my inability to shut up when startef #results in endless conversation #imagine waking up to a four year old sitting on your chest and squishing your cheeks #and telling you everything you don’t need to know about argon gas #mimidoriya

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descendantsoffinwe · 10 months

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His eyes had stopped as they fell on a very tall noldor prince, the youngest sons of King Fingolfin. The newcomer quickly avoided his gaze to the prince as a slight pink appeared on his cheeks while listening to another lord nearby. "Eru has indeed blessed me this evening to be graced by such beauty as he.."

Argon shifted in place with a sudden uncomfortable prickling feeling. He looked up just in time to briefly lock eyes with a man across the way. He kept on looking. Curious what the conversation could be to make him blush like that. He moved a little nearer, ears pricking up. Beauty?

#high commander (argon)#I was not ready to imagine argon's chest but it must be beefy for him to go berserk---#save #cos this made my day #vantainolomello

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sutorus · 7 months

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THE GRUDGE PROFESSOR!GETO for KINKTOBER 2023!

DESCRIPTION: everybody loves professor geto, and judging by the thousands of viewers you get on every live, a lot of people love you, too. but you and professor geto hate each other. you’ve had enough of his humiliation rituals, and decide to do something about it.

PAIRING: mean professor!geto x student!reader

WC: 5.3k i am an unstoppable beast

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, teacher/student dynamic! adult age gap! (reader is in college, unspecified age), sw/camgirl!reader (don’t like don’t read! no shaming 😤), strong language, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, darling), reader calling geto "sir", unprotected relations, creampie, afab reader and terms

A/N: this switches between povs a lot so i hope that’s okay or at least readable lol! also i set out to write him so much meaner but he’s just kind of a simp... enjoy?

reblogs are very much appreciated i'll uwu for u :pleading eyes emoji:

it is said that those who cannot do, teach.

geto suguru could have done many things. he had the brains, the muscles, the features, the traits. the ambition to succeed in any field he desired. satoru says in a world ruled by the strong there is no place for humility.

but humility is not why suguru became a teacher. neither is ineptitude. no, he’d become a teacher because it was the right thing to do.

to use his gifts to help shape new generations, help unlock potentials long dorment and buried deep under years of a lackluster schooling system. geto suguru prided himself, above all, in being a righteous man.

but japan’s most upstanding citizen for 28 years in a row held a shameful secret. a secret in the shape of you.

he saw the darkest sides of himself on your face (eyebrows scrunched, eyes shut tightly, jaw slack as you—), your voice (higher in pitch with desperate moans that sound almost scared on the brink of your—), your body (taut and plump in all the right places, glistening with sweat, bouncing up and down on a—).

when you walked into his classroom that fateful day, the world tilted on its axis. his first thought was, fuck, then, it can’t be, then, most embarrassing of all, i’ll finally find out what she smells like.

(he did, when you went up to his desk to hand over your test. a whiff of vanilla, argon oil shampoo. too sweet, too youthful. and he’d watched you leave, tennis skirt flowing like a water lily, dick already chubby in his pants.)

it was slowly starting to consume him.

the first time you spoke in class, he knew he hadn’t been mistaken. it was really you. the cute, slutty girl he’d been milking his cock to for the better part of a year.

god, when you finally said his name. you would never in your wildest dreams think that he’d been imagining those words coming out of your mouth, of him coming out of your mouth, dripping out of you, all over you—

he was losing it. this was not like him. this was never supposed to happen, and he has to put an end to it.

everybody knew of geto suguru, the prodigy professor. already getting a phd despite not even being 30, handling the administrative slack for the department while managing office hours every day of the week, promoting student events, helping organize spirit weeks and charity drives.

everything he did, he did for others. those not as capable as him — which was most people. in other words, it was really, really hard to hate him.

but you damn well managed to.

and to think you were excited to take his class. everybody told you to run, not walk, to sign up for his twentieth-century Japanese philosophy chair.

“oh, professor geto is just the best,” they’d said. “he makes it sound so interesting and engaging, he gives the most life changing assignments, he really cares about us.”

bullshit.

the first time you stepped into that classroom, suspiciously full for a philosophy class, you felt a shift in the air almost immediately.

and sure enough, professor geto suguru was eyeing you down like he’d just seen a ghost. it made you self conscious, like he’d taken one look at you and decided right then and there you were too dumb for the class.

it made your blood boil. sure, you stood out a little bit from the actual philosophy majors, but that doesn’t mean he gets to judge you. he literally doesn’t know you!

but fine, first impressions are tricky like that. for all you knew, you could’ve been misjudging him right there.

however, with each passing day, you grew more and more assured in your suspicions.

you knew the man had it out for you, always calling on you to answer when he knew you weren’t paying attention, never grading your papers above a B even though you did everything right, somehow managing to fucking avoid you during his excessive office hours.

his looks were almost the most infuriating part of it.

his beautiful face constantly set in that nonchalant look, his big veiny hands always gesticulating, his huge fucking arms straining the fabric of those dress shirts, his ear gauges and man bun contrasting the prim and proper image the rest of him conveyed.

under different circumstances, he’d make your mouth water. under different circumstances, you’d imagine him going down on you all night long, singing praise about how good you taste and how tight you are.

but in this timeline, you absolutely loathed him. and he loathed you too. why? you didn’t know.

but you knew for a fact that it was personal.

“i don’t care,” megumi said around a mouthful of meatball, cutting your monologue short. “i’m not doing it.”

you sigh, melting into your chair. “megumi. please. i am literally begging you, i just need some hard evidence so i can go report his ass.”

he eyes you curiously. “report him for what?”

“i don’t know. bullying? sexism? whatever the hell his problem is,” you pick at your food, huffing in annoyance.

“you’re overthinking it,” megumi replies, dismissively.

“okay, how about this,” you lean forward, putting an elbow on the table. “if you write the assignment for me, i’ll get your dog that expensive halloween costume you’ve been wanting.”

megumi lifts an eyebrow.

“you need to get one for each,” he says simply.

you grin. “deal.”

suguru really does give it his all to make your life with him a living hell. pulls out all the stops, years of friendship with gojo satoru paying off as he comes up with ploy after ploy to get you to drop his class.

it feels bad, being mean to you. but for the hidden, twisted parts of him, it feels delicious.

watching you huff and puff, all hot and bothered when he corrects your answers on the spot. watching you nibble on your pen at the increasingly difficult exams he hands out. letting himself wonder if you missed a stream this week because you were too busy cramming for a make up test.

he knows he’s pushing you to your limit, and even if there’s some sort of sick satisfaction in seeing you so agitated at his hands when it’s usually the other way around, he doesn’t enjoy upsetting you.

the problem is, suguru knows it’s either he gets his shit together or he continues tormenting you, and, well.

the spirit is willing but the flesh is so, so weak.

he knows it’s getting worse, too, because he’s not infatuated by you only when you’re undressing on his screen, or all dolled up in class.

when you tie your hair up in a ponytail, when you suck on a hangnail, when you lick your thumb to erase a smudge on your paper… all of it drives him wild.

he can’t teach with a permanent half chub anymore. this has to end, one way or another.

you sit down in front of your computer, adjusting the camera before turning it on. soon, viewers start trickling in, little dings notifying you of their messages.

you smile, waving at the screen.

“hi everyone! i know i’m a little bit late today, i hope you can forgive me…” your eyes scan the chat, giggling at the compliments. “‘you look tired, sad face’, ah. i’m sorry. i guess i’ve been a little stressed lately.”

your robe falls over your shoulder as you readjust your position. a few donations come in, accompanied by supportive messages.

“you guys are so nice. it’s not a big deal, it’s just this dude giving me a hard time at college.”

you absentmindedly trace your collarbones, reading what your viewers are saying.

“you’ll kill him for me? that’s so sweet,” you joke. “nah, it’s not a student. it’s a professor. exactly, ynlover444, a grown ass man picking on me!”

you sigh deeply, allowing your body to finally unwind and relax on your chair. you prop a knee up against the armrest, giving your viewers a little peek in between your legs. you’re wearing one of your favorite sets, trying to get in the mood after the week you’ve had.

“ugh, sometimes i wish i could just…” you suck in a breath, clenching your hand into a fist before releasing it. “sit on his face and get him to shut up, you know?”

you laugh at the countless me firsts that flood the chat, bringing a finger to your lip.

“anyway! enough about that horrible man,” you reach beside you to grab a box your viewers know all too well by now. “let’s get to the fun stuff, shall we?”

as always, satoru is no help.

“why don’t you just fuck her?” he asks, eyebrows arching above his sunglasses. “ya gotta just fuck her.”

suguru clears his throat before taking a drag of his cigarette. “i’m not fucking a student.”

satoru shrugs. “everybody does it. besides, you basically already do.”

suguru wonders, not for the first time, why he ever told his friend about his situation. about your streams, that he’d stumbled upon randomly and innocently and had gotten instantly hooked, about you barging into his classroom like an angel at hell’s gates, about you you you you, everything about you.

“that won’t fix anything.”

satoru clicks his tongue, swirling his soda inside the can.

“poor, naive suguru. did you not just tell me about what she said on her stream?" and yes, regrettably, suguru had told him. "it’ll fix everything.”

suguru doesn’t even let himself consider it, except he does.

at this point it’s no secret that he’s thought about being inside you, but now that you’re here it’s just too real and too risky and completely fucking wrong.

it goes against the entire life he’s built for himself.

he’s lost. he wants you so fucking bad, wants you close, wants you so far away, wants to ravage you and never have to see you again.

it’s fight or flight. if he got you alone, it could go either way, he realizes that.

suguru wonders what part of him will win by the end of all of this.

your heels clack on the linoleum floor of the hallway as you approach professor geto’s classroom, megumi’s graded paper clutched tightly against your chest.

the thing about megumi is that he's a star student. he’s never gotten anything below an A on any of his essays, makes the dean’s list every year, tutors his seniors. so the big, bright B- on the page tells you everything you need to know.

damn right it’s personal.

you don’t even bother knocking, slamming the door open while still trying to contain your indignation.

geto is sitting at his desk, piles of papers sprawled on top. he has his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and a surprised look on his face that would be cute if you didn’t want to slap it right off.

he says your last name like he’d been expecting you all his life.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?”

your jaw clenches as you take a few loud steps towards him. you slam megumi’s paper down on his desk, leaning over.

“professor geto, i demand an explanation. a real one, this time.”

the man takes a deep breath, lips twisting disapprovingly. he smoothes the paper over.

“as i already explained in my notes right here, the structure is fine, but i couldn’t help but miss a more in-depth analysis of the four nodal concerns of philosophy that we talked about in class, such as—“

“no,” you interrupt. “just no. you know you’re bullshitting me and i’m sick of it. this paper deserved an A!”

“miss—“

“what’s your problem with me?” you spit out. your eyes finally meet and there’s nothing in geto’s that could answer your question. your chest is heaving, lips wobbling and hands shaking, trying to contain your anger.

geto clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “like i said, your paper could’ve used a bit more—“

“no it fucking couldn’t have, because it’s not my fucking paper, it’s fushiguro’s fucking paper and the only reason you gave it a B is because i was the one who handed it in!”

he sits up, straightening his posture.

geto sounds austere when he asks, “do you realize how much trouble this could be for both of you if i reported it?”

you can’t believe this man. he’s been picking on you the entire semester and when you finally confront him about it this is what he chooses to focus on.

“are you fucking kidding me?” that earns you a stern look from him, eyebrow raising taller than that fucking high horse he sits on. “professor geto. what did i ever do to you?”

there must be something earnest in your voice because geto sighs, getting up from his chair.

he walks until he’s standing in front of you, leaning against his desk and crossing his feet.

“do i bother you?” is all he says. it surprises you.

you jut your chin out. “as a matter of fact, you do.”

the man hums.

“i bet that’s really difficult for you,” he speaks like he’s sympathetic, like he understands. he sounds almost sheepish when he says, “i bet sometimes you wish i would just shut up.”

you blink rapidly. “no, it’s not like that. it might shock you but i genuinely do enjoy your class, it’s just that—“

“or maybe you wish you could shut me up,” he continues, ignoring you. “maybe going as far as to say that you could… sit on my face to get me to shut up.”

your mouth goes dry.

before your brain can fully process the shift in the atmosphere or the fact that your professor is maybe possibly hitting on you, you realize where those words are coming from.

it’s what you said. about him. on stream. right before fucking yourself on your hot pink dildo.

you can’t speak, can barely even look in his general direction.

you had really thought things couldn’t get any worse. had barged into his office with nothing to lose, almost hoping he would cordially invite you to remove yourself from his class permanently.

but now? now you have no idea what’s going to happen to you.

“i…” you start, the words dying in your throat. geto chuckles, crossing his fat fucking muscly arms across his chest.

he says your name, low and syrupy. “is it true? you’d like to?”

you can feel your face flush hot in embarrassment, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, wishing desperately that you’d never walked into his classroom.

you have half the mind to apologize to him, right now.

“it’s just a figure of speech,” you try. geto clicks his tongue.

“what a shame.”

your wide eyes shoot up and meet his. “w-what?”

he smiles sweetly.

“it’s a peace offering. you can take it, or we can forget you ever said anything,” and isn’t he just so slimey, actually, when he’s the one who brought it up. he had said it, and now…

now you can finally allow yourself to look at him.

those delicious, broad shoulders, the ever-present bored look, the stubborn fringe that falls out of his bun.

you could so easily forget what you came here for.

“so, like, a truce?” you ask, taking a daring step forward. geto nods, uncrossing his arms. “and you stop treating me like i’m fucking dumb?”

he tilts his head. “i think you’re a very smart young lady. determined. entrepreneurial…”

“geto—“

“professor geto,” he corrects you, hands reaching out to graze your hips. “you’re intelligent. i just like to push my students.”

you both know that’s a lie, but it’s okay, because now you know exactly why you got under his skin and it makes your own burn.

you run a hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“then… push me, professor.”

it’s so incredibly lame, the porn line you hit him with, but to your surprise it works, a low groan rumbling deep in geto’s chest.

he swiftly closes the distance between the two of you, grabbing both sides of your face and crashing your lips together.

it’s ravenous, the way geto dips his tongue inside when you gasp in surprise. you moan against his mouth, slipping a leg in between his two.

he’s half hard already when he rubs up against your thigh.

geto picks you up with ease and sets you down on his desk, and it’s so fucking cliché, the papers crinkling under your weight, the pens clattering to the floor. but it turns you on beyond belief.

you share a few open mouthed kisses, an exchange of tongue and moans and hot breaths between your lips.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you've fantasized about it before. a silly idea, at first, something you'd just blurted out mid-stream.

but that little seed had been planted, and when you got yourself off that night, you might've imagined for a moment that it was your mean professor's cock squeezed tight inside you, making you come undone.

geto slips his hands under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him. you line up your crotch with his, moving your hips in tight little circles that make the both of you groan.

his fingers are tugging your underwear down, down, the soft patch sticking to your gooey cunt. he lets the soaked fabric dangle from your ankle, grazing the back of his knuckles on your core.

“mmm, fuck,” geto breaks the kiss, swallowing. his pretty lips are flushed and shiny, parted around his panted breaths. “you always get this wet or am i special?”

he’s smirking, the bastard, leaning back in to kiss your neck.

god, you smell so good, like lotion and perfume and sunshine and sin.

“shouldn’t you know?” you sneak your fingers up into his bun, pushing your chest against him. he works his lips expertly on your skin, using just the right amount of teeth, of pressure.

geto hums against your neck, kissing a line up to your jaw. he snakes a hand under your skirt, thumb pressing down hard to rub on your clit, two fingers slipping inside.

you immediately clench, a soft, drawn out mewl leaving your lips.

the slide of his fingers against your walls send a chill down your spine, filling you up so perfectly. you feel the thin skin at your opening stretch around him, burning at the friction as his fingers plunge in and out of you.

“god, look at that,” he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls the hem of your skirt up. “do you hear that, baby? so fucking wet for me.”

you whine, hands cupping his jaw so you can kiss him again.

“please…” you mumble against his lips. “more…”

you wonder how much of what you can say he's heard before, which exact words have left your lips and sent him over the edge. it makes you self conscious, oddly, like he can see right through you.

not-so-kindly ignoring your request, geto removes his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth.

you watch as his eyelids flutter in pleasure, a hum rumbling low in his throat.

he looks so good like this, just edible.

you pull him in for a kiss before he can, relishing in the surprised little noise he lets out. your knees are wobbling, feet dangling from your seat as you taste yourself on his tongue.

he swallows your moan hungrily, forearms trembling with the need to hold back.

geto knows this is wrong, so wrong on so many levels, puts both your positions in jeopardy, it makes him feel perverted and primal and so fucking alive.

he’s been watching you fuck yourself on those silly toys for god knows how long now, knows every spot that makes your hips buck, knows exactly how to make you cream like a debased slut around a cock.

it should feel unfair, how easy it’s going to be for him to make you cum, only if it weren’t for the fact that your mere presence is enough to get him hard as fucking diamonds.

“tastes good, huh?” he whispers, thumb caressing your chin. you nod, smiling devilishly.

“tastes better on your tongue, prof.”

geto groans low like a starved animal, holding your throat in his hand with a loose grip. he’s overwhelmed, that much shows, not knowing what to do with you or where to start. but there’s one thing he’s sure of.

he presses one last kiss to your spit-slick lips before dropping to his knees.

you can hardly believe it. sulky, big bad bully professor geto suguru on his knees for you. you prop a foot up on his desk, your sole skidding on a piece of paper.

“scoot closer, please,” he asks, cordial even like this. you bring your ass to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy hovering over his face.

he looks so good under you, hair already disheveled, a delicious tent in his tailored pants.

you tuck the hem of your skirt into the waistline so you can watch as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning like he’s fucking relieved.

you throw your head back, fingers buried in his silky hair as geto’s fingers find their way back inside.

he fucks them in and out of you lazily, pushing out strings of slick. geto slurps it all up, spreading your wetness all over your clit and sucking it back in his mouth.

god, his cock is straining in his pants but he doesn’t dare touch it, can’t until he’s inside you. you taste like fucking heaven, like all his fantasies, like he always knew you would.

you’re whining softly, bucking your hips into his face almost shyly, as to disrupt his pace.

you sound so much better in person, although he can’t wait to have you moaning into his ear without needing the headphones.

“god, this perfect pussy,” geto mumbles into you, his breathing labored. he runs a thumb all over your cunt, gliding it over your soaked lips. “been dreaming about it for so long.”

“yeah?” you ask. “tell me. tell me how you stroke your cock to me every night.”

and every night might be overselling it. geto is a busy man.

but your words do make him realize that no girl he’s had since he found your stream has satisfied him quite like you do. your flirty smile, your moans, the way they sometimes turn into uncontained giggles as you stuff your pretty cunt with a dildo.

so he tells you, blush spreading across his cheeks.

“fuck, i do,” he tongues your clit, tracing lazy circles. “i do. just look what you do to me.“

and there it is, that cheeky, slutty giggle, directed at something he said this time.

he takes his fingers out, spreading your opening with both thumbs as he licks you all over.

geto gulps, tongue dipping inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth, sliding down to your entrance, every clench of your pussy pushing out more and more slick for him. no one's ever eaten you out as thoroughly as this.

“oh, fuck, sir,” it slips out casually, the way it would were you talking to any other professor. but given the circumstances, you revel in the deep moan geto buries into your cunt.

you trap your lips between your teeth to keep anything else from tumbling out, but it’s useless.

“please, sir, i’m so close—so close just keep doing that, yeah just like that—“

“fuck,” he mumbles, pulling away to suck in a desperate breath. then, “fuck,” sultrier, right into your core.

you grind against his face, finding purchase in his hair as a final few flicks of his tongue push you right into the crest of a mind-numbing orgasm.

it’s so good, so much better than when you're alone. the friction so perfect, his long, thick fingers plugging you up last minute to viciously fuck into you.

“god…,” you breathe out, legs trembling as he runs his hands up your thighs.

his chin is glistening, bubbles of spit and cum gathering in the corner of his mouth. he looks so good like this, like he was meant to please you and nothing else.

geto feels like a fucking teenager, so goddamn close to busting in his pants at the sight of you. his dick hurts, balls tight and the head throbbing where it’s tucked into his underwear.

“please, sweetheart,” he can’t hold himself back any longer, slick fingers already undoing his belt.

you get to work on his zipper, pulling his pants down along with his underwear and damn.

you figured he was big. he was a tall man, broad shoulders, shoes the size of a yacht, and the bulge in his trousers was a pretty good indication. but it couldn’t have prepared you for the sheer size of him.

longer than it is thick, cleanly shaven, pretty veins and ridges and standing angry red in attention. god, you want it inside you.

he notices you looking.

“do you need more prep? i can—“

“no, fuck no, suguru, need it inside me now,” you wrap a hand around him and he hisses, caging you in with his arms on the desk.

he huffs out a laugh, blowing the fringe framing his face. “what happened to sir?”

you kiss down his jaw, squeezing right below his tip.

“sorry, sir,” you say against his ear. “are you going to punish me for my slip up?”

geto groans, pulling on your hair hard and making you face him.

“take your shirt off for me,” he instructs, and you obey, maneuvering around his tight grip on the back of your head.

his spirit is so unbreakable.

here you are, teasing him, coaxing him to rough you up, push you around, relieve both your frustrations properly once and for all, but he’s just so… adoring, and hungry, and just so irrevocably into you, and you find out that’s so much better.

geto relents his hold on you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. you whine, caressing his hair.

“so fucking perfect,” he massages your tits, looking mesmerized.

“yeah? they haven’t gotten old to you yet?”

he laughs, so cute, and you can barely remember that just hours ago you hated the sight of him. you stroke his cock up and down, squeezing harder at the tip trying to milk all that delicious pre he’s been wasting on the inside of his boxers.

“no, f-fuck—never gonna get old,” he pushes your boobs against each other, imagining his cock sliding in between them, his balls nestled underneath, his load blown all over your pretty face—

fuck, he’s gonna cum if he keeps going like this.

he rips your hand away from him, ignoring your knowing smirk and pushing his tongue into your mouth.

“i’m gonna fuck you now, okay, sweetheart?” you moan, nodding, shimmying your hips so he can have the perfect angle.

a big hand clasps your thigh to wrap your leg around his hips as his tip pokes around your entrance.

you’re whining in anticipation, clenching around nothing, nails clawing his clothed back.

when he slips in, it feels like coming home. you’re like warm honey around him, cunt pushing him out but clinging to him at the same time, with every stroke. it’s fucking maddening.

“ahh, g-god, sir, ‘s too big—“ you swallow around the lump in your throat, feeling the tip of his cock in your guts.

he’s huffing, concentrated, bullying his cock into you inch by inch with shallow thrusts until he finally bottoms out.

“fuuuuck, angel,” he grips your waist with both hands, like he could just fuck you up and down his length if he wanted to. “took me so well, look at that.”

you do, dropping your heavy head to look at where you’re connected. you clench around him and he whines, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.

the metal legs of the desk skid on the floor, papers and pens raining down to the floor as geto starts roughly plunging in and out of you.

you let out little ah, ah, ahs in time with his strokes, the ache deep in your stomach finally starting to fade.

“f-fuck, you’re gonna—topple us over, suguru, go easy—“

“can’t,” he chokes out, wheezing as he pushes his cock in as far as it can go.

he gives shallow little thrusts, his length straining the fine skin at your entrance so good, hitting a spot inside you over and over that makes your head spin.

your fingers twist into the back of his shirt, pulling him in to whine right into his ear.

he’s so big, stretching you out so thin that you feel every ridge and vein, can feel both your heartbeats inside your cunt.

“ohhhhh fuck, fuck sir, please please touch me—“

he grabs your ass before you can even finish your sentence and presses you flush against his hips.

geto’s tip is kissing your cervix now, his balls sticky and creamy against your ass, your clit grinding against his pubic bone as his thrusts violently shake the both of you.

“fuck, wanna do it so fucking loud but i can’t, we can’t, what if someone walks in—“

you moan wantonly at his words, expecting to be chided, but geto seems to love it despite his worries because his cock kicks deliciously inside of you.

“look how loud you’re being, listen to yourself,” he grunts out, the belt pooled around his feet clanging with every stroke, the absolutely lewd squelches from your pussy resonating in the entire classroom.

you two sound so good together, better than you’ve ever had, better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“so loud, so wet on this cock,” he spits out, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “do those toys make you feel this good? this full? answer me.”

“hahh, n-no, no one but you,” you can’t think straight, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes squeezed shut. “only you, sir.”

geto whines like he’s aching, pounding into you mercilessly and making a mess under the two of you.

“fuck yeah, that’s right. i’m making you feel good, baby?”

“mm-hm,” you mumble, tongue lolling out. geto's going so hard now, has you pressed up so tight against him, body caging you in, fucking every breath and thought right out of you. “close.”

“yeah?” he speeds up his effort slightly, and you’re sure he’s going to have desk-edge shaped bruises on his thighs tomorrow. “gonna cum on my cock? cream all over me?”

you let out a long, drawn out whine, tits bouncing up and down with the force of geto’s thrusts.

“let me see your face when you cum, darling,” he cups the back of your neck, breathing hard through his nose. “keep your eyes on me. that’s right, sweetie, so good, you’re doing so good.”

you preen at the praise, feeling suddenly self conscious with the man's laser focus attention on you.

you coo out little noises, growing in desperation, holding onto his biceps for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you.

your pull him into you closer and rub your clit against him, grinding helplessly as your orgasm creeps closer and closer.

the moment you open your eyes and meet his hungry ones, you’re cumming. your walls spasm around him, making the glide of his dick impossibly wetter with your release.

geto chokes on a sound, his cock hostage of your pussy’s vice-like grip as your greedy cunt milks him for all he's got.

“f-fuck, baby, look so pretty when you cum, always look so fucking sexy so fucking perfect that you’re gonna make me bust, i’m gonna cum for you god gonna cum inside, gonna blow my load all deep inside this pussy—“

it’s the most desperate he’s ever sounded, speaking through clenched teeth and a soaked mouth. you moan in return, letting him use you.

he slams his forehead down your shoulder when he thrusts once, twice, three times and cums, his balls drawing up so tight that it hurts. he fucks it into you with shallow thrusts, panting, almost wheezing in pleasure.

it feels like it lasts forever, his orgasm. like all of the blood in his body goes straight to his balls to push out the thickest, most satisfying nut of his life into the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

you feel it fill you up so good, hear it, too, squelching and sticking to both of you.

geto’s body slumps against yours and you stay like that for a while, catching your breaths. there’s cum sliding out of you, down his balls, onto some poor student’s essay you have your ass on top of.

when he pulls out of you, he takes a beat to watch it spill out of you some more, his face and chest red, his smile groggy.

“god, this,” geto has to fight the urge to say thank you for letting him fuck your brains out. he swallows.

“yeah,” you blink away the haze, feeling sore and fucked out. “this.”

“…is probably going to happen again, right?”

he knows it shouldn’t. he knows it will.

maybe both parts of geto can learn to coexist.

you grin, touching the tip of your tongue to his lips.

“well, i still haven’t made good on that promise of sitting on your face, have i?”

the next morning, in class, the students erupt in happiness at the news that professor geto had an accident that ended up ruining most of last week’s graded papers he had in his possession.

so he decided to give everyone an A for their troubles.

and finally, finally, there was peace in the world.

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hatkuu · 6 months

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hatkuu imagine showering w kylar after a long stressful day…omg he’s so gentle massaging ur scalp w shampoo and rubbing the washcloth across ur body…he’s being so sweet you just HAVE to give him a reward

AWWWW WAIT THIS IS SOSOSOS SWEET

he'd get you a stool to sit on and turn the faucet until the water runs to a soothing, muscle relaxing heat. kylar would coo at you, murmuring how perfectly soft and beautiful your body is, how he could touch you for hours if you'd let him.

you'd lean into his touches because wow, you were not expecting kylar's cute little hands to work your shoulder muscles so well and now you're slouching and letting out little pained moans because kylar knows all of the spots in which your muscles and joints hurt the most. he keeps massaging all the while, pressing soft loving kisses to the nape of your neck and rubbing scented soaps, body oils, and all of the nice smelling toiletries he's spoiled you with.

he repeats this process all over, rubbing and caressing your sensitive parts but pulling away abruptly with shuddering, pained sighs. he yearns to touch you lewdly but he can see that you've had a long day and he wants to be good for you.

cute nsfw under the cut!

his hands make their way up to your head, lathering argon oil shampoo into your scalp and cooing at you as you purr and keen into his touch. kylar's the only one to see you like this. so vulnerable and sweet. he rinses your hair so carefully, making sure no soap suds get in your eyes (he cups his palm over your forehead to ensure it doesn't happen)

when he's done and you turn around to face him on the stool, you realise he's painfully hard, his cock throbbing hot against his lean stomach. you bite your lip, gazing at kylar expectantly. he averts his eyes, muttering false refusals and murmuring that 'you don't have to help him' and that he 'wants to make you feel good'.

you ignore him anyways, standing up and leaning back against the tiles on the shower wall. water droplets rivulet down your body, kylar gapes at you as you offer yourself to him so willingly. your hand wraps around kylar's wrist, easing him towards trailing his fingers up and down your body. you smile as his cock pulses against your thigh - you're awfully familiar with the feeling of kylar rutting himself against you - mixing precum and water into a filthy blend.

kylar's hair is slicked against his forehead, darkened by the shower water. you yearn to reach up and massage his scalp just as he did to you... but you know that isn't what kylar wants.

you giggle sweetly, brushing wet hair from his face as he pins you against wet tile. kylar shyly smiles back, still rutting against your thigh.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Kylar?"

"Not yet—"

He whispers, leaning forward just far enough that his tongue tickles your collarbones. He sucks large, purple hickeys into your neck as your fingernails scrape red stripes down his back. One of his hands slide down to your crotch, shlicking his fingers with your sticky arousal.

"—wanna make you feel good first."

#hatkuuasks #dol kylar #dol #kylar the loner #kylar x reader #kylar #degrees of lewdity #i lub him.#kuuskylarposting

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impyssadobsessions · 1 year

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ok, imagine like dc x dp crossover but like no one thinks phantom is a threat or anything

like maybe jazz moved out of something and moved to Gotham and Danny visits in phantom form(it's easier to fly than to drive) and like the JL and batfam check him out a bit and think "oh he's harmless it'll be fine"

(Idk but it might add to that if phantom does a similar thing to what Danny does with the gang kids in "a bus to nowhere" link: Bus to Nowhere - Chapter 1 - foldingfacets - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own] to add to their idea of him being harmless, plus I feel like that would just be a cute relationship for him to have :3)

any who, one day he's hanging out with the batfam and something big happens and it really just pisses Danny off or something and he uses his ghostly wail and then the entirety of Gotham just realize this ghost child we've all adopted can level the city. what. the. fuck?

I just feel like it'd be both funny as hell and confusing as fuck for everyone involved with Danny just standing there like "sooo....bat burger?'

Daw yes. Where Danny is just seen as a new meta kid, and they accept him pretty easily. Especially since Danny probably isnt there to be a vigilante, but the batkids enjoy him going on patrol with them when he's around anyways. He's a funny guy uwu hard not to like him. But yes.. he just surprises everyone when like maybe one of his enemies come after him and he just wails at the sky making them fall, sucking them up. (Like maybe huge dragon like the prince argon.. i think his name is) But even if him wailing at the sky it makes gotham feel like its in a middle of an earth quake. The batfam just collectively blinking in surprise.. before like.. yeah let's go. All rethinking their opinions on this ghost kid.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #link to fanfic #bus to nowhere #i still need to read that one #so many i should catch up on ;w;#asks #also u guys should read the story >w < I know a lot enjoy it too

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lovelykhaleesiii · 9 months

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Hey pooks could you recommend some Argon fanfics?? 🤍

absolutely! where do I even begin?! I will link the masterlists of each author I recommend xx

@sunfyresrider has AMAZING Aegon fics with her blessed TALENT, one of my all time faves is >>> "Obsession" (one-shot), "Midnight Lust" (one-shot) + her "Love & Ruin" series. both here.

@ilikeitbetterangsty another fantastic author in her own right, anything Aegon coded (or anyone else really) she nails it. some of my ultimate fave pieces include >>>> "Don't Wait for Me (I can't come)" [two-part series], "Cause I am a goddess (make you a promise)" [two-part series], break some bread (for all my sins) ++++ and just so much more. here are the links!

@arcielee also is a magnificent writer, like her writing is perfection. she's got these wonderful fics on "modern!Aeg" that just warms my heart, one of the cosiest fics include "Sleeping In". Also some fics that'll have you flustered af include "Pay No Mind" and "Date with the Night", all + more masterpieces can be found here.

@fan-goddess phenomenal writer, her fics will get you hot and heacy QUICK. some of my favourite pieces include "Early Riser" and her "Sugar!Daddy Aeg AU" has me in an actual chokehold, you'll be craving for more! here are all the links.

@f4ll-for-you talent beyond words, you just need to read the fics for themselves.... like, I am always left speechless. my favourites include "My Favourite Kind of Breakfast", "Unexpected" and "Don't Look Back in Anger" especially if you're up for some angst!!! I highly recommend reading thru the masterlist!

@amiraisgoingthruit Lord the grip that Mira's "Moments Before the Disaster" fic has on me, I am patiently waiting for the second part, is unimaginable!! I have yet to read the "Speak Now" series, but I am certain the writing will not cease to amaze me! here you can find the incredible works.

@sylas-the-grim Ezran's work I have only just recently began to read (I KNOW I AM ASHAMED), and I am already HOOKED!!! the power, the sheer talent, the gift, I can't! The "soft, smutty headcanons" are everything and more, and I have yet to binge read more!!!

@jacevelaryonswife is also a lovely, talented writer, who has a few lovely pieces for Aegon, such as "You set my soul alight" and even some naughty NSFW headcanons "How is he in sex?", you will NOT regret!!! check out her fics!

@valeskafics LAST BUT NOT LEAST my beautiful Bel, she will write almost (or probably already has) written every AU possibly imagined, we're just constantly spoiled by her immaculate writing. One of the first, beautiful fics I read was "Meet Cute" and I was even so blessed as to have my own request fulfilled and it was above and beyond what I imagined, called "Whatever Your King Desires". I have more to read, as like I said, we're constantly spoiled silly by Bel (forever grateful)!!!!

there are SOOOO many more incredible writers for Aegon, I apologies if I have missed anyone (I do not mean to) so please, just message me or comment and I'll continue to add to the list!! CAUSE EVEN I NEED MORE AEGON!

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doodle-pops · 5 months

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I Don’t Care

Argon x reader

Warnings: nothing at all

Words: 600

Synopsis: Argon learns the hard way not to mess with you.

Staring at Argon, his eyes wide with disbelief and filled with a potent mixture of betrayal and bewilderment, you stood your ground with an unyielding resolve. This situation had spiralled into an unexpected battleground, and it left both of you grappling with questions. Why were you attacking him, the person you cared for most? What had transpired to warrant this sudden culinary combat? The answer, though apparent, weighed heavily on the atmosphere—it was him, he was the root cause of it all.

Originally, your intention had been nothing more than a warm and inviting one. You had lovingly invited your cherished partner to join you in baking treats for the children at the music hall. These young performers had dedicated themselves tirelessly to preparing for their upcoming play, and you had wanted to surprise them with a delightful gesture of appreciation. But what had unfolded was far from a typical baking session.

The initial surprise came when, in response to your simple request for the cup of flour, Argon decided to take matters into his own hands and, quite literally, dump it over your head. Flour dusted your hair and clothes, and you were left stunned by his unexpected attack. In retaliation, you swiftly retaliated, flinging a handful of flour right back at him, marking the beginning of this flour-filled battle.

For ten frenzied minutes, the two of you engaged in an impromptu flour war, the kitchen becoming a chaotic battlefield. It all took a sudden turn when Argon, in the midst of the chaos, slipped on a patch of butter and found himself sprawled on the kitchen floor, his back against the cold tiles.

Now cornered and helpless, Argon’s wide eyes met yours with an expression of sincere remorse and a tinge of desperation. “Please don’t do this, I’m sorry!” he pleaded as you menacingly raised your hand, clutching an egg. His pitiful pleas only seemed to stoke your desire to continue this unconventional skirmish.

“H-how could you do this to m-me?” he stammered, casting you an imploring look with puppy-dog eyes. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his dramatic display. Argon always had a flair for theatrics.

“You brought this upon yourself,” you retorted, your voice laced with determination and a mischievous smirk.

“I’m sorry. I love you, and I won’t do it again,” he pleaded, his hands clasped together before him, desperation etched into every word.

But your resolve remained unshaken. “Not good enough,” you declared, your voice firm and unyielding.

Argon’s eyes widened further, his desperation reaching new heights. “But I said I love you!”

You leaned in, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you brought the egg down with a swift, satisfying motion. “I don’t care.”

There was no time for Argon to react as the egg exploded against his head, splattering egg whites and yolk across his hair and face. With a triumphant twirl, you spun around, your hands plunging into the flour bag. You dumped it on his head, unleashing a cloud of white powder that settled like a gentle snowfall. Without missing a beat, you dashed to the other side of the kitchen, leaving Argon sitting on the floor, defeated and lamenting his fate.

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Argon, baby, I'd do anything for you ❤ say the word and I'll be there ❤ (gives his hand a kiss)

Sensing a wave of mischief and wanting nothing more than to make the mood humorous, he released bellows of laughter before he spilled the joke, making you sigh and surely question him. “So if I was in a fight and I needed an extra hand, would you come running in to help? Or what if I was losing an eating competition, would you help me win? Or let’s say I was pranking my siblings, are you my partner in crime? Or what if I was robbing someone, my cousins maybe, would you join me?”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {argon}#argon x you #argon x y/n #argon imagine #argon #arakano #arakáno #house of fingolfin #nolofinweans #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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inkblot22 · 2 months

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Can You Keep A Little Secret? 2

Dreamworks films have no right having such good soundtracks. The whole time I wrote this I listened to this and this. The second one isn't a Dreamworks song, but Scary Bitches is such a good band and I want more people to know about them tbh. The first song also is not about me, as I am neither big nor chunky, but hey, who doesn't love someone who is big and chunky? I'm sure everyone can relate to that song as either the person singing or the person being sung to. Dividers made by @/cafekitsune.

Similarly to the last part, this fic is aimed at sort of anyone, but the reader's physical body has afab features. It's not really mentioned in this chapter, but it will come into serious play later.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, MORE creep behavior, a lot of introspection in this chapter, one (1) weird middle-aged man, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Part 1 here!

Monday comes with the regular stress. You slept like a newborn and your new mom came over to congratulate you. She’s sweet, but her excitement was not contagious. If anything, it just stressed you out more. At least she made dinner when she came over. Always excellent when you don’t have to do that on your own.

On Sunday, you make a night of getting ready for your doom tomorrow. Your agent sent you an email on Friday, including the shot location.

Monday morning, you call up your new father, who apparently wakes up every morning at four to relax before he has to be productive, and he sends over Devin and a car to take you to the set. Devin, as it turns out, is an elderly man with cataracts and your father’s trusted chauffeur. You aren’t convinced as he takes turns way too hard, your cupcake-shaped backpack sliding on the back seat. When he drops you off, he hands you a hard candy and wishes you a good day before he takes off speeding. The candy looks like it’s older than you. You slip it in your pocket.

You imagine you’re lucky, since when you walk up to the tents, you don’t see Epel. You’re not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions he inspires in you. Instead is a group of three people around your age- college kids- and a grouchy-looking middle-aged man. You take a nervous seat on one of the nearby stools.

You were certain you’d been silent, but as soon as you’re settled, the whole groups’ heads snap to stare at you. A woman with ocean-green hair walks over and holds out her hand.

“My name isn’t important right now, ohmygod it’s so nice to meet you!” She squeals, shaking the everloving fuck out of your arm, “Oh, who am I kidding? My name is Belle!”

“Uh… nice to meet you, Belle?” You say, smiling awkwardly.

“Ahhh! You’re not mean at all! Those tabloids don’t know what they’re talking about. Who believes that greasy, gossipy shlock anyway, huh?” She talks a mile a minute.

Another woman with dark hair walks over, smiling somewhat awkwardly, “Belle, you’re scaring the poor thing. I’m Argon. Yes, like the gas. No, I don’t have IBS.”

You’re not sure why she decided to clarify that, but it’s not your problem. The third person and the middle-aged man stroll over.

“I’m Starlo. You’ll be in these meaty paws today.” The middle aged man says. It’s not a pleasant introduction, and if anything, it makes you want to turn tail and run.

You nod along regardless, and the other man jabs out his hand, “Pepper.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you.” You say politely.

Belle drags you out of the stool and towards a trailer, the only one on the lot. She shoves you in and you feel the want to leave grow stronger.

She’s so bubbly. She talks fast and she talks with her hands, “This is you and Epel’s dressing room! I know it’s not ideal, so that’s why it’s got a divider. He’s a gentleman anyway, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sure. Starlo will be in shortly to do some makeup tests, and then once Epel gets here, we’ll go over the script and the visions we have, and then that’s all for today. I’m so excited to work with you guys. Oh! That’s right! We were gonna go to that traditional Scalding Sands place after we’re done here. I don’t have your contacts, but if you wanted to come along, that would be amazing. You seem so sweet.”

You’re legitimately unsure how to respond to any of that. She also seems very sweet, and you really don’t want to get stuck in a coffee shop with Epel afterwards. Unfortunately, as she was speaking, the devil himself showed up. You didn’t notice him at first, but you felt your skin crawl when he did. He's got his silky lavender hair pulled off of his shoulders in a little tail at the nape of his neck. You open your mouth to say that you’d love to get shawarma with this motley crew, but he beats you to it.

His pretty blue eyes never leave yours, “Oh, you’re just a peach for offering, but we’ve already got plans.”

Belle spins around to face him, screams, and swoons. You manage to stumble forward and catch her, and Epel’s smile drops as he slinks across the room, spins one of the crappy foldable chairs around, and plops himself into it, elegantly resting his ankle on his knee. For all of two minutes, he just stares at you as you lay Belle down, stuffing some fabrics under her feet, and fanning her face.

When Belle comes to, his smile is back. She jumps to her feet and begins fawning over him, shaking his hand just as excitedly.

“Hi! I’m Belle! Oh, my god, you’re even prettier in person, and ooh, you smell so nice too.”

Epel laughs, but it doesn’t hit your ears right. Belle eats it up and you glance at the door. She’s got him distracted. It would be so easy just to leave, to feign an illness and walk to the nearest cornerstore so you could call a taxi or a rideshare.

You’re not lucky, though, as Starlo strolls in just as you’re about to go for the door, “Belle, what the hell are you doing? Argon and Pepper are waiting for you.”

She literally squeaks like a mouse and waves a quick goodbye. Starlo grabs you by the arm and deposits you in the other foldable metal chair, clearing his throat repeatedly as he pulls over a stool and drags out an industrial size makeup kit.

The first makeup that he swatches both tingles and is way too light a color for your skin tone. You blink rapidly, unsure if you should say anything.

“You gonna get the same thing you always do?” Epel asks.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him.

He’s wearing a patient expression, but like always, it feels artificial. “From that bagel place.”

“Uh… I-I’m sorry?”

“I know you didn’t forget. I’m taking you to brunch after all this.”

“Uh… haha, yeah.” You don’t know what you always get from the bagel place.

Starlo daubs something else on your arm. It’s cold, but it looks really pretty on your skin.

The “you” that everyone has been expecting sounds like an outspoken, opinionated person who was consistently late or absent from various responsibilities, and if your new mom is anything to go by, neglecting their own health. You almost wish you had a bit more to go off so you could start acting like this you, but you’re not too keen on speaking your mind with people you don’t know. Your entire life has been hit with a cosmic “reset from most recent save” button, and if you dare to mention it to anyone, you’re in for a whole new set of problems.

Whatever Starlo just put on your arm burns. You yelp and jerk away, and he grabs your wrist. You think it’s instinctive, but his grip is nothing to sneeze at.

“What’s the matter?” Starlo asks.

“I- You’re crushing my wrist.” You mumble, “And I don’t know what that last one was, but it burned.”

“It burned?” He pulls out a bottle of the wrong shade of foundation and looks at it, “Huh. No wonder. Damn thing is expired.”

“Why are you even using that one?” Epel asks. Although his tone sounds innocent, the question is outright confrontational, “It’s way too dark.”

“Are you the makeup artist here, son?” Starlo shoots back.

“I usually do my own makeup. I know it’s not the same, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re going about your business the wrong way.”

You keep your lips sealed. What are you even supposed to say here? Other than that last product, he’s been fine. His hand on your wrist feels crushingly uncomfortable, of course, but he’s not doing any of this on purpose. You skimmed the script, but you’re not really sure what the story is about. It’s all of your jobs to try to make it come together, and if that means that you’re going to be wearing a foundation two shades too dark for you, then perhaps that’s what art is. As you were thinking, Starlo let go of your wrist in favor of getting in Epel’s face.

“-no two-bit, fucking stuck up little prick like you is gonna tell me how to do my damn job. You understand?”

Epel is smiling sweetly even as the older man’s spittle is spraying him in the face. He stands up, and Starlo steps back, as though expecting Epel to start swinging. Instead, he walks over to you, grabs your hand ever so delicately. The contact makes your skin crawl as he yanks you to your feet.

“You should apologize before the two of us walk off set right now.” He said, still smiling.

You can’t just walk off set. You don’t think you can, at least. Your agent was so excited for the positive PR this would create, and this is genuinely not a big deal, “Wait-”

Starlo’s eyes narrow, and it hits you that maybe he sees what you see when you look at Epel. A two-faced creature masquerading as a man. You’ve seen one of his sides clearly, but you’re certain you haven’t seen all of the other one, even when he called you on Thursday. It’s like seeing someone standing at the end of a hallway with their back to you: the sight is enough to give you chills, but you aren’t able to see the knife that the person is holding in front of them. That sort of thing. You’re aware of the danger, but can’t comprehend the depth of it.

Despite all, Starlo acquiesces, showing his palms and shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Doctor says I gotta work on my temper.”

“You do.” Epel responds flatly, releasing your hand and reclaiming his seat.

The rest of the test is short. Starlo is pretty competent, and he makes it quick and sweet.

That seems to be the theme for the rest of the day. Starlo remains in the trailer to dispose of a few expired things and note down what you had reactions to, while you and Epel meet up with Belle, Argon, and Pepper to talk about the short film.

It’s going to be a story of lovers, unfortunately, but you get to play the part of the dead one. The story goes that your and Epel’s characters came out here to camp, but you froze to death in the night. Epel returns to the campsite every year in your memory, and you return from the land of the dead in his. On the night shown in the film, you finally bump into each other, and through the emotional reunion, you spend one final night camping together.

Epel smiles and nods along with what the three film students say, all too eager to whisk you away as soon as the first shooting date is scheduled and you have an extra copy of the script in your sweaty hands.

He drags you towards a very cute little compact car in candy apple red and opens the door for you. You don’t want to get in, but you also don’t want to call Devin. You take a seat and he closes the door. As you’re buckling up, he gets in the driver and starts the car, just sitting there for a second before he buckles and backs out of the lot, his arm on the back of your seat.

You look out the window and Epel grunts, his voice no longer sweet and charming and fake, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

You turn your head sharply, “What?”

He sighs, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he blinks. You wonder if he’ll leave it at that until later, and then he says, “You’ve been acting real weird. You been talking to someone?”

“What are you talking about?”

He narrows his eyes in a glance at you, and then he swerves the car in a wrong turn. “I think you know. People don’t change overnight. Where were you that week no one could get ahold of you?”

“I was… in my apartment?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You’re in the city by now, the sun reflecting off of the skyscrapers’ windows in an aggressive manner, “And over the course of that week you decided you didn’t like being a bitch no more?”

“I don’t-”

“Every time I saw you, for years, it was the same thing.” He turns again, going in a circle around the block, “Same shit. Every day. Making fun of my upbringing, like I didn’t know you barely had one, calling me everything out of my name, and now suddenly you’re…”

His voice trails off. You contemplate throwing the door on your side open and jumping out of the car. You absolutely do not need this. You’re already stressed out.

“Well… suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do like you better this way.” He mutters. “But way back when, when you pulled shit like this, it was because you were plotting something. That your game now? You-”

“I… I’m sorry for being so mean to you in the past.” You’re not apologizing for anything you did, but you’re grasping aimlessly trying to de-escalate this one-sided conversation. He’s driving. If you don’t do something, he could decide to swerve off the road and kill you both, “There was no reason for it.”

He’s silent for a moment, and then he says, “That… means a lot. I already forgave you. Told myself I wouldn’t quit trying to be friends. Guess it paid off, huh? I’m sorry for getting angry when we talked, Thursday before last.”

You don’t like that at all. It sort of feels like he’s not saying everything, like you should know what he’s talking about. You don’t. You weren’t living in this body Thursday before last. You nod and look out the window, “Uh… I appreciate it.”

You don’t actually care, but you’re a good actor. You’ve already decided that you’re going to just go along with Epel’s brunch and then you’re going to pretend he doesn’t exist outside of work. Frankly you’re unsure why the person who used to live in this body had his number or interacted with him for years, evidently.

Epel parks and you have a minor crisis as you try to figure out what you typically get from this bagel shop. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he orders you a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. That’s such a basic order, but it’s simple enough to be good. You sit quietly and eat, not interested in making conversation.

Epel clears his throat. He’s quiet, but he’s talking in that schooled version of his voice again, “You ever hear back from that breeder?”

“Uh… the what?” You narrow your eyes.

Epel is leaning on his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips as he looks at you. Seven, you want him to look away, “The sphynx cats. You said you sent them an email a while ago during that meeting we had with Mirelle after our big public argument.”

“Oh. I haven’t checked.” You didn’t know you should have. You take a sip of the iced coffee and look out the window.

Epel hums and a stranger walks over, grinning, “Oh my goodness! It’s actually you! Can I have your autograph, Mr. Felmier?”

“Oh, just Epel is fine. Sure!” He’s all smiles as he interacts with the fan, but as soon as they’re gone, his face falls and he nudges your hand, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“O-oh, no, that’s alright-”

“You want to make another big scene?”

You force a smile and grab your iced coffee, following after Epel. He nudges your hand with his own, but you pull your hand away, covering it up with adjusting your clothes and holding your nearly empty coffee cup with both hands. Your hands are slick with more than just condensation.

You’re all too aware of your surroundings, especially the way that he somehow knows the key code to the door of your apartment building to get you in without a fob. You pause in the lobby.

“Thanks so much for walking me back, Epel. See you tomorrow.” You smile and turn to walk towards the stairs.

Epel grabs the back of your shirt and tugs you back a bit. You stumble against him and he frowns at you.

His expression should tug at your heartstrings, and yet… “You’re not gonna invite me up?”

This poses a dilemma. There are a few people watching this interaction. You can’t afford to make any type of scene, but you absolutely do not want to be alone with him. While you don’t know him well, your body does. Something also tells you that he’s a bit of a danger to be around in general. Call it a gut instinct.

“Uh… Well, maybe you could walk me to my door?” You have no intention of letting him in your apartment.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he smiles regardless, and loops his hand through your sweaty one, strolling confidently towards the stairs.

About as soon as he lets go of your hand to ascend the stairs, you bolt up the stairs, your palms slapping against the dirty concrete to keep you from bashing your face. You’re glad you didn’t wear pumps today as you get to the third floor, careening down the hallway and fumbling your keys as you shakily unlock the door. You lock it behind you, slumping to the floor.

Tomorrow is gonna suck absolute ass for you.

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