Delayna

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[plagued-roses]

MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔

[thaumbody]

here we go again

reblogging the golden potato

hoping it will work

that my life will get a perk

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Always reblog the potato.

[wreneddieilysm]

Rebloged.

[chiara-hotel]

lowkey need luck rn 🙏🥔🥔🥔

[lifequixotics]

Potato of luck make my Japanese test go well

[jurisnow]

potato of luck

[miraclegreenelixr]

The girl is mine Pt.1

Jackie Jackson x female reader

-Summary: You are friends with Latoya Jackson from school. Pretty soon, you attract the attention of two men in the house. You are Jackie's girl for now, but the next night, who knows who you end up with?

-Content: 18+, Smut, cursing, Jackie fondling you, Jackie's bulge reacting to your body. Slight fluff in the beginning in order to set the scene. Michael is obviously jealous of your established relationship with Jackie. Jackie, referring to himself as ‘Papa.’ Being rough and outward with his attraction to a pretty young thing like you <3.

-Author's note: There will be a part 2! Also cheating included in part 2 (I know, I know, but I'm a sucker for forbidden fruit in fics🫩).

Timeline: Late 70s.

Also trying color coded texts for the different characters! Lemme know if it works out!

Blue- Jackie

Pink- You

Purple- Michael

You were Latoya’s friend from school, Latoya being three years your senior. You and Latoya bonded over the usual things most girls in the late 70s did. Shopping, fashion, and music. The more you came over to the Jackson household, the more you began to catch an eye with your impeccable fashion sense. The eye of Jackie Jackson himself.

You would pretend you never noticed his indecently long stares. The scanning over the deep curve of your hips. How the wrinkles in your dress would cinch to the crack of your ass at times when you stood up from doing homework in the kitchen during late lates. One day, you just looked entirely too good for him to pass up the chance to speak. It was late at night when you were about to be taken home by the Jacksons’ driver when he ran out following behind you.

“Hey! Hey, wait! Slow down, babycakes…”

You swore you could recognize that voice. Once you turned around, you witnessed Jackie slightly jogging a bit your way, wearing a pair of very short basketball shorts that rode up his lean caramel thighs, a very thin and sheer white tank top, some white Nike tennis shoes, and a gold chain dangling from his neck. It glistened as he ran, making it so you couldn’t help but be entranced.

He was obviously out of breath from playing basketball with Jermaine and Tito, still holding the basketball with his arm against his hip. When he finally caught up to you, he was a bit out of breath and placed the basketball between his two feet, holding it there so he could rest his hands at his hips. 

“Forgive me for runnin’ attcha, mama.. I felt I had to introduce myself before you went on your way. I’m Jackie. You must be Y/N… Latoya stay talkin’ ‘bout ‘chu. I had to come see you for myself… And man…”

He whistled at you and shook his head in amazement at your youthful beauty. He reached out for your hand, wanting you to shake it. Jackie gave you a half smile with his white and shiny teeth on display. All you could do was give him a smirk back, nodding at his introduction. So far, so very good. You reached out, placing your velvety soft hand into his large, rough, and masculine grasp. He looked into your golden brown eyes through his lashes, gently pulling your lovely hand up to his soft and supple lips.

His lips felt moisturized and delicate, which was a large juxtaposition from his hands. He was rugged in regard to getting his hands dirty, but you could tell through and through he was a pretty boy, caring deeply about his looks. 

“My, my, Jackie… you really know how to make a girl smile. Tell you what.. take my digits. Give me a call. Okay?”

You pulled your satchel from around your shoulder, which held your textbooks, calculator, pencils, and the usual university materials. You carefully allowed your manicured fingertips to comb over your personal journal to rip out a page that you could write your number on. As Jackie watched you, all he could do was scan over your frame, as if you were his prey.

He twisted his back around to look at his brothers, playfully rubbing his hands together with a mischievous grin drawn across his lips. Signaling as if he “bagged another one.” His brothers shook their heads and laughed, not loud enough to where you could hear, just amongst themselves. Just as all of this was happening, Michael walked outside, getting ready to head into his studio with Bill Bray, at least until he saw you getting swept up by Jackie.

Once Jackie saw you snap back up from your search for a piece of paper, you pulled your favorite pink pen from behind your ear and wrote your number down in adorable writing. Along with the note “Call me :).”

He read the note and nodded at you, giving you one last gaze, looking you up and down. His eyes were low, and you could feel tension bubbling right then and there. 

“Oh… Don’t worry, you’ll be hearing from me soon, mama. I’ll catch you later, alright?”

Your heart was beating rather quickly, surprised at yourself for actually having the boldness to give a man your number. Let alone THE Jackie Jackson. All you could do was give Jackie a goofy nod before he gave you a quiet air kiss along with a wink, doing his best in a short time to swoon you. Michael watched this entire interaction, scoffing and shaking his head, looking down at the ground, not impressed with Jackie’s approach.

“You’re such a dim-wit...”

Michael said to Jackie as he soon approached, sounding especially irritated. Michael was carrying his little notebook, full of his newest ideas for a future album. 

“Don’t hate the player, Mike! Hate the game… You should have bagged that hot piece ‘a ass, soon as you got the chance.”

Michael whipped his head around to look at Jackie, shaking his head in irritation. He never showed how angry he was, but you could just feel it. Somehow, his intensity was still picked up in his body language, in the way his voice would hitch, or his tone might shift from the soft, weightless one he usually possessed. He still kept his voice soft and light, for now. 

“You shouldn’t talk about a lady like that… you had better watch ‘er, Jackie. That girl is about to be mine.”

Jackie laughed at Michael, swatting his hand in a motion to get out of his way, resuming the game of basketball with his brothers.

After that night, you and Jackie had begun to go steady. Showing up to your house with gifts, teddy bears, and flowers. All of this, to make you want him. Make you need him.

One warm evening, Jackie invited you to watch the Richard Pryor performance he put on in Chicago. You thought it was going to be an innocent night of laughter and maybe some light kisses here and there. 

Although Jackie had other plans.

Jackie met you outside the large Encino mansion, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, showing his very impressive sizeable bulge, a black wife-beater that made his thick black chest hair visible, along with a thick gold chain around his neck.

“Babygirl! Mm-… you look so good…Come on. I got Pryor waitin’ for us.”

He was still holding his cup full of whiskey with an orange peel resting on the edge of his glass. You leaned in to hug him as he closed the space between you two, huffing in his scent of a woody bergamot cologne mixed with the heavier scent of alcohol.

He gently pulled you into the home, leading you upstairs through the large staircase. The red carpet and gold accents littered throughout the home screamed royalty. Although, there were some little touches of Gary, Indiana.

The black and white family photos were neatly lined up against the wall, the smell of gravy and country-fried steak from earlier, assuming that was their dinner for the night. When you finally reached Jackie’s room, he looked down at you, planting a soft spank on your ass to go further inside.

“Go on in inside, mama… ain’t nothin’ in there gon’ bite ‘chu.”

You flinched at his sudden smack on your ass, and he nodded his head up as a for signal you to go on in. You walked in, seeing Richard Pryor playing on VHS on Jackie’s television. The volume was quiet, but just enough sound to where you started to chuckle at a couple of Richard’s jokes. After you did so, Jackie stared down at your lower body, paying close attention to those legs, those thighs, scaling all the way up to that ass that attracted him the most.

You wore a tight purple turtleneck and a very promiscuous short black skirt. He took it as a sign of you knowing exactly what were doing to him wearing that skirt. Jackie sat down on his bed, right beside you, pulling you on top of him, allowing you to sit on his lap. You could feel his bulge prodding at you, calling for you, desperate to be touching you, skin to skin. The heat against the fabric of his crotch became harder to ignore by you. He rocked his hips a little, allowing your ass to sit perfectly on top of his aching cock.

“You feel me? He feels you, mama… c’mon… give papa something sweet…”

Jackie whispers against your ear, running his hands up your stomach, landing between your breasts. His lips lingered against your ear, slowly opening his mouth once more. You could hear the wet sound of his lips parting as he stuck out his tongue, the tip of it teasing your earlobe.

You instantly felt your pussy purring for more. He somehow knew exactly where your spots were. Maybe he was more experienced than you thought. His hand grasped onto your full breasts, palming them easily. Jackie started to firmly massage your tits over your shirt, groaning lowly in your ear as he thrusted his bulge on your perfect ass.

As soon as he felt your nipples fully erect, he moved his hands lower… and lower… and lower. Finally stopping on your inner thigh. His knuckles grazed over the fabric of your panties, feeling the heat inviting him to get closer to your aching hole. You could have sworn you stopped breathing, holding air in your lungs as you felt those familiar hands against your puffy pussy lips.

“You know what that heat between your legs means? It means you need penetration… You want that from Papa? Talk to me, baby.”

“I… I do… I do…you know my body s’ well.”

“It’s my job to know… Now, spread those sweet thighs for me, okay? Let Papa see what you need from me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You spread those legs like butter on toast. You allowed him to push that lovely skirt down off your hips, then those pretty black lace panties you had on. Lastly, he pulled up your turtleneck, just needing to be able to plant little kisses across your neck. He knew those kisses would drive you crazy. He leaned down to grab those panties from around your ankles, throwing them on the other side of the room.

Finally, his thick fingers landed right on top of your slick clit. He let out another deep groan, feeling your sticky mess leak down onto his palm. You would tilt your head back and exhale upon feeling those hands being so gentle with your cunt. Jackie circled his thick fingers around your clit, all while leaning in to plant soft and light kisses against your lovely neck. He began to inhaling your scent, taking in your essence as he went from kissing your neck to slowly running his warm and wet tongue up against it. Almost as if he was trying to get an appetizer before he got to the main course. His fingers moved in a small circle, listening to the beautiful noises your pussy was making for him, being so good for him. 

“‘Member what I told you about that penetration, mama? Here papa comes… You ready for me?”

“Yes, Jackie… sss… give it to me, Papa…”

You let out a slight hiss through your teeth, the overwhelming urge to just grab his fingers and relieve yourself of this teasing. Just as he was about to insert one of those thick fingers into your tight and willing hole, there was a knock at the door. Then another firm knock. Jackie let out a deep sigh and looked down into your big brown eyes, shaking his head. He planted a soft kiss on your lips, whispering softly against them.

“Stay hot for papa… I’ll be right back.”

Jackie walked away from the bed, going towards the door. You kissed your teeth in annoyance as you watched him walk off, just hot and ready.

Once Jackie finally opened it, there was Michael, standing there. He looked at you from over Jackie’s broad shoulder, still not quite tall enough to see you. Although,Jackie still moved his body, blocking the door way, covering your body from being seen by Michael.

Once you heard it was Michael at the door, you lifted your head up, leaning towards the direction of both of their voices. You slowly sat up on the bed, beginning to grab your panties Jackie threw, slipping them back onto your hips once again.

“Can’t you see, I’m busy? Whatchu want, Mike?”

“I don’t want nothin’. It’s Joseph. He needs you to get fitted for your outfits for the tour. It’s gonna take a loooong time. Marlon just got done. Might wanna send your company back home… unless you think it’s a good idea she go with me… I can keep her company til you finish…”

Michael speaks low, completely different from how you’d usually hear him. A mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. Michael knew exactly what he was doing with that last statement. Nobody could slip in that hole but Mike; that was all his. Jackie’s lips soon yanked into a frown. He looked back at you on the bed, shaking his head and turning his body to you.

“Hey, babygirl. You gotta leave, okay? We’ll have to get this goin’ later. I gotta… get fitted for these tour outfits… I’ll call you, alright?”

…Damn it.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[icantbearsedtothinkofone]

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

[dduane]

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

[cangelala]

God I need this so bad for my Midterm so please let this work again for me.

[skwangmbyul]

I could use some luck

[lanadelreysghost]

in waiting on college acceptance letters. PLEASE GOLD POTATO.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

I figure there's no harm in trying lol

[apple7ead]

Healing Touch

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader (jackie’s wife) era: late 70s/otw wc: 1.8k

summary: after a long day of cooking and hosting the family gathering, your feet are killing you. jackie is too busy drinking with his friends to help, so his sweet, shy younger brother michael offers to rub your sore feet.

warnings /tags: ⚠️ infidelity(?), brother-in-law trope, age-gap (reader is slightly older), loads of sexual tension, heavy pining, reader is jackie’s neglected wife :(, mj is whipped, hes soooo sweet and shy

Hayvenhurst was full of warmth and noise. Laughter spilled from the living room where Jackie and his friends were drinking, talking loud, and enjoying the night. You had spent the entire day in the kitchen — cooking, cleaning, making sure everyone had full plates and smiles on their faces. Your feet ached terribly from the heels you’d worn since early afternoon. Every step sent a sharp throb through your arches, and by evening you were walking with an obvious wobble.

Your ankles ached so badly it felt like the bones themselves were sore, and every step down the hallway came with a little wobble you were trying very hard to hide.

You paused near the archway to the den, gripping the wall for a second.

Jackie sat sprawled on the couch with two of his friends, drink in hand, laughing loud enough to shake the room.

"Baby," you called softly.

He glanced over distractedly. "Yeah?"

"My feet are killing me."

"Mhm."

You stared at him.

He took another sip.

One of his friends started telling another story and Jackie immediately turned back toward him, already halfway into another laugh.

You stood there for a second longer than you should have.

Then quietly:

"Never mind." The words came out small.

You forced a small smile, blinking back the familiar ache in your chest. You were his wife. You took care of the home, the food, the family… but nights like this made you feel invisible.

You turned away before he could notice the disappointment on your face, carefully stepping back into the hallway.

The house suddenly felt too warm.

Too loud.

Slipping into one of the back rooms off the corridor — one of the guest rooms everyone used for throwing coats and purses during parties — you shut the door halfway behind you.

Finally, silence.

You sat at the edge of the bed with a tired sigh and peeled one heel off.

“Oh, thank God…”

"Y/N…?"

The voice startled you.

Michael stood near the hallway, watching you with those big, gentle eyes. He looked so handsome in his patterned shirt, curls framing his face. At twenty-two, he still had that sweet, almost boyish shyness about him. You were twenty-six — four years older — but right now you felt small and tired.

"My feet are trying to kill me," you admitted dramatically.

His brows lifted sympathetically. "You been on 'em all day."

"Mhm. Cooking, cleaning, hosting…" You rubbed your ankle carefully. "Trying to look cute while suffering."

That made him laugh softly. God, that laugh.

Michael glanced toward the hallway before stepping inside and closing the door just a little more.

"You want ice or somethin'?"

"I want new feet."

He smiled again, shy and crooked.

"…I could massage 'em for you."

You blinked.

"What?"

His ears immediately started turning pink.

"I mean— only if you want. Momma used to make us rub her feet after church all the time," he rushed out nervously. "I'm good at it."

Your heart melted at how sincere he sounded. "Michael, you don't have to—"

"I want to," he said quickly, then looked down, embarrassed. "Please? You've been taking care of all of us all day. You deserve to rest."

"You wanna massage your brother's wife's feet?"

Now he looked flustered.

"I-I just don't like seeing you hurtin' ."

You softened immediately.

"Well…" You leaned back slightly against the bedframe. "That's the sweetest offer I've gotten all night."

Michael hesitated before sitting carefully at the edge of the bed near your legs.

Even then, he looked like he was waiting for permission. You extended your foot toward him slowly.

"There," you teased softly. "Be a gentleman."

His fingers wrapped around your ankle carefully.

And Lord.

The first press of his thumbs into the arch of your foot nearly made you melt straight into the mattress.

"Ohhh," you breathed. "Michael."

He looked up instantly, worried. "Too hard?"

"No, not hard enough." You chuckled.

He blushed deeply, focusing intently on your foot as if it were the most important thing in the world. "You've been on your feet all day," he murmured softly. "Cooking such delicious meals, attending to everybody… You do so much, Y/N. Jackie's lucky to have you. We are lucky to have you."

His words hit something tender inside you. You leaned back, watching him through glassy eyes. Michael was always like this with you — sweet, attentive, never too busy. His hands moved with such care, massaging each toe, then your ankle, then slowly up to your calf. Every movement was respectful, but full of quiet affection.

He handled you like something precious.

"You're really good at this," you murmured.

His shy smile returned.

"Told you."

"You treat all your little girlfriends like this?"

The second the words left your mouth, Michael nearly choked on air.

"What?!"

You laughed.

"Oh, don't act innocent."

"I am innocent!"

"That pretty face says otherwise."

His entire face flushed deeper, a rich, warm brown that made his cheeks and ears glow. He ducked his head, focusing hard on your foot like it was the only thing keeping him from disappearing.

"I— I don't have any girlfriends," he mumbled, voice quiet and shy. His thumbs kept working in those slow, perfect circles, melting the ache from your arch. "You know that."

You smiled softly, watching him. "Mhm. Sure don't look like it when you're blushing like that, Mikey."

He let out a nervous little laugh and gently switched to your other foot, cradling it with both hands as if it might break. The tenderness in his touch made your chest tighten. Jackie hadn’t even looked at you properly when you asked him, but here was his little brother — on the edge of the bed, completely focused on making you feel better.

"You're too sweet," you murmured, watching him with soft eyes.

His gaze flickered up to meet yours for just a second before dropping back down to your foot, suddenly shy again. "I just wanna help," he said quietly.

"And you always do." Your voice softened without meaning to. "You always notice things."

That made him go quiet. His fingers slowed against your ankle as a thoughtful look settled over his face. "You notice everybody too," he murmured after a moment.

"Not everybody deserves it," you replied, the words slipping out heavier than you intended.

Michael’s brows lifted faintly, but he didn’t push. Instead, he studied you for a long second before speaking again, his voice gentle. "You sound tired."

"I am tired."

"No, I mean…" He hesitated, thumbs still moving in slow, soothing circles. "Not just tonight."

The gentleness in his tone nearly undid you. You looked at him — this beautiful, shy boy sitting at your feet like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jackie’s younger brother, only twenty-two, and somehow already kinder than most grown men you knew. Without thinking, you reached over and brushed a stray curl away from his forehead.

Michael froze completely. His hands stopped moving, breath catching in his throat at the light touch. There it was again — that quiet tension, that dangerous little spark that had been living underneath every glance the two of you had shared lately.

"You get nervous so easy," you whispered with a small smile.

He swallowed hard. "You make me nervous."

Your heart skipped. "Oh?"

Michael let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, the sound barely above a breath. "You know you do." He ducked his head with the shyest grin imaginable when you gently pressed him. "You're pretty," he finally admitted, simple and honest.

The sincerity of it made warmth bloom instantly in your chest. Not flashy or rehearsed — just pure. You laughed softly and leaned back against the pillows. "That's your big answer?"

"It's true," he said, cheeks still flushed.

"And that makes you nervous?"

"A little." He finally looked up at you, those warm brown eyes helpless and far too sincere. "A lot."

Lord, he was adorable. You bit back your smile before it grew too obvious. "You're adorable," you murmured.

Michael groaned quietly, hiding his face for a second behind one hand. "Don't call me adorable."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm grown," he protested, though the deep blush spreading across his face completely betrayed him.

"You're blushing like crazy right now."

"I can't help that!" he laughed, embarrassed but clearly pleased.

You laughed too, the sound quieter this time, full of affection. His hands eventually returned to your calf, his careful thumbs easing the deep soreness from the muscle there. The relief drew a soft sigh from your lips, your eyes fluttering for a moment.

"Mmm," you breathed. "I might steal you from your girlfriends, y'know."

Michael nearly dropped your foot. "Y/N—"

"I'm kidding," you said with a soft laugh, though the way he looked at you made you wonder how much you actually meant it.

Still, he looked flustered — and maybe just a little pleased.

"You shouldn't say stuff like that," he mumbled, ears turning pink again.

"Why?" you teased gently. "Scared I'll corrupt you?"

He smiled shyly to himself, clearly at a loss. "I just… I dunno what to say back."

"You don't gotta say anything."

The room grew quieter after that, filled only with the muffled sounds of the party downstairs, the soft drag of his thumbs against your skin, and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Then Michael spoke again, almost too quietly to hear.

"You deserve somebody takin' care of you."

The words settled heavy and warm between you. You glanced toward the door for half a second, listening to the distant sound of Jackie's loud laughter, then looked back at Michael — at the softness in his face, the care in his hands, the way he sat so close without ever crossing a line.

"Yeah," you whispered sadly. "Maybe I do."

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air felt too warm, too aware. Your hand still rested lightly near his shoulder while his fingers curved gently around your ankle. Then, from the hallway, Marlon's voice rang out.

"MIKE!"

Michael blinked hard, like he’d been pulled from a dream. He called back, voice cracking just slightly, before looking at you with an apologetic expression.

“I should probably…”

"Probably," you agreed softly.

But neither of you moved right away. His hands lingered against your leg for one extra heartbeat, and your fingers brushed lightly against his wrist. The look he gave you in that moment — shy, affectionate, and full of quiet wanting — nearly made your stomach flip.

"You feel better?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled at him, eyes holding his deliberately. "Much. Lucky girl your future girlfriend's gonna be."

Michael laughed nervously and stood up too quickly, nearly stumbling as he headed for the door.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Mikey."

[dulcedotzz]

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𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒐’𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒈

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“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆?”

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: This year at Awa'ua high is the year you plan to take junior year more serious, and to avoid less drama this year. You start the school year with a childhood best friend Ao’nung, as well as making new friends. What happens if someone starts developing feelings? Or two..

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺; horrible grammar, and writing. Slightly out of character, modern au, human au. High school au, normal teenager stuff. Maybe slight sexual stuff? Fluff, swearing, female reader.

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝟎.𝟏: 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔

[dulcedotzz]

First chapter will be out tomorrow or the day after🥹🫰

[moonlitjane]

(I LIKE) THE WAY YOU LOVE ME

Michael Jackson x female reader

SUMMARY: You and michael spend some quality time together while he works late in the studio

CONTENT: fluff, smiley giggly michael, lovey dovey established relationship, not smut but it gets just a little saucy at the end, a brief make out sesh, mentions of dry humping if you squint, was picturing bad era michael when i wrote this but feel free to choose your fighter

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Alrighttt the Michael biopic has me revisiting my decade long hyper fixation. That’s right!! we’re writing some mj fanfiction because I have no shame!! This little drabble came to me in a dream so I had to write it out lol hope you enjoy

You shut the book in your hands, gently setting it down in your lap. The words on the weathered pages started to lose their meaning as you finally gave up on reading.

Repetitive melodies and the quiet murmuring of lyrics from the man sitting a few feet away made it nearly impossible to focus.

He had assured you it wouldn’t be too loud in the studio tonight as he practically begged you to come sit with him while he worked on new music.

Michael made a habit of it— asking you to join him for brainstorming sessions. He once teased that you were his greatest muse.

He was extremely private, never directly involving you in his writing or recording process. Most of the time you would simply sit in the room with him while he worked. You’d thumb through a book and let the incomplete tracks and rhythmic tune of his voice act as background music to your reading.

Tonight was no different. He was focused on the notebook in front of him; sticky notes and scribbles littered the pages. The same melody filled the air over and over again as he hummed along with different words, each one acting as a piece to the never ending puzzle of his next album.

The weight of your book sunk into your lap as you let your back rest against the cushion behind you. Your lids felt heavy and your mind was foggy with sleep as you began dozing off.

“Sleepyhead.”

The familiar voice carried to your side of the room, lulling you out of your slumber before you could completely drift off.

You opened your eyes just enough to see Michael turned around in his chair, facing you with a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

“Well forgive me, I didn’t realize you’d be working well into the early morning hours when you invited me to tag along.” Your sarcasm only made his grin widen.

He watched you for a minute, a small giggle fighting its way past his lips.

“C’mere” He motioned you over to him with a slight tilt of his head toward his notebook.

“I need your opinion on something.”

His voice was soft against the quiet of the room, and a smile still stained his lips as he turned back around to face the array of sticky notes plastered on the surface in front of him.

You stretched from the couch, closing the distance between you and Michael in sleepy strides.

You stood next to him, following his gaze to the words written on the notebook below.

He sat in his chair, fingers tracing the lines of lyrics in front of him.

“Which do you like better?”

Without even looking at you, he began playing the unfinished track that you’d been hearing all night.

You listened to his voice as he sang the first string of lyrics written in his notebook, watching as the written words flowed so effortlessly off the paper and into the room to the tune of his voice.

He played it twice, each time singing a different set of lyrics, both similar yet somehow entirely different.

You leaned down, peering at the two different options written on the page, Michael still humming softly next to you.

As you studied them, you felt the warmth of his palm rest at the base of your spine.

Michael was no stranger to physical touch— not with you.

He was obsessed with having his hands on you, even in the most innocent ways.

He was constantly reaching for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his; always wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“I think I like the first one.” Your stare was still fixed on the notebook below, as your body angled further over his.

“It feels right.” Your mind was still sleepy as you gave your final verdict.

The room fell silent for just a few seconds, and you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your lower back— tender and soothing.

“It feels right.” His voice was a delicate chuckle as he repeated your words into the nearly empty room.

“First one it is.” His words still held a subtle giggle.

With one hand on your back, the other reached for a pen as he wrote a few more words in his notebook.

He looked up at you, admiration in his gaze and that same sweet grin on his lips, “Thank you.”

His hushed words were simple, yet laced with an abundance of gratitude and love.

The gentle devotion in his voice and the careful touch of his fingertips along your spine sent you leaning down further as you placed the softest kiss on his cheek.

“Anything for you.” Your response met him with the same adoration.

You lingered like that, staring at one another. Smitten smiles nestled into your cheekbones, faces only inches a part.

“Yeah, you mean that?”

Michael’s tone shifted ever so slightly. There was a certain playfulness in the way he spoke; the question tucked behind a veil of mischief.

You loved this side of him; when his quiet, gentle demeanor was replaced with something more light hearted and whimsical.

You murmured a quiet, “mhmm” nodding your head and leaning in even closer, this time just barely pressing your lips against his.

It was a quick, gentle kiss, but it was enough to cause Michael’s hand that was once at your back to snake around your body, lightly grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.

Your body responded to his touch, sinking down into his lap, your legs straddling his and your hands cupping his jaw.

This time the kiss shared between you was much deeper, and it was impossible to miss the way he smiled ever so slightly against your lips.

His hands gripped your waist pulling you completely against him. Your lips moved in harmony; a whirlwind of hunger and affection as you melted further into his touch.

You began trailing kisses toward his jaw, under his ear, down his neck…

Each touch of your lips on his skin was determined and methodical— your actions ruminating in the passion radiating between you.

Soft hums fell from his lips as his fingertips tightened at your waist, fighting the urge to guide your hips against his.

You continued peppering kisses to his skin

down

down

down—

Your mouth was dangerously close to his collar bone when you felt one of his hands loosen from your hip.

He was reaching behind you, grabbing the pen from beside his notebook and jotting something down on one of the ink filled pages while your lips were busy on his neck.

“michael…” you sighed in defeat as your face fell into his shoulder.

“Hold on, hold on,” his words were a breathless hush as they spilled from his lips.

You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, your giggle muffled against his skin.

You sat there for a moment soaking in the warmth of his chest against yours. Letting him scrawl out whatever idea just came to him.

After all, you were his muse.

[dulcedotzz]

New fresh start… would anyone read a toxic! Nate jacobs x reader x Elliot 🥹

[dulcedotzz]

Was starting to write the story but does anyone have any other ideas? It started to become similar to this other story😓

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆

𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒐’𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒈

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“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆?”

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: This year at Awa'ua high is the year you plan to take junior year more serious, and to avoid less drama this year. You start the school year with a childhood best friend Ao’nung, as well as making new friends. What happens if someone starts developing feelings? Or two..

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺; horrible grammar, and writing. Slightly out of character, modern au, human au. High school au, normal teenager stuff. Maybe slight sexual stuff? Fluff, swearing, female reader.

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝟎.𝟏: 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔

[dulcedotzz]

Deciding if I want to make some changes to this 🥹

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆

𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒐’𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒈

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“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆?”

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: This year at Awa'ua high is the year you plan to take junior year more serious, and to avoid less drama this year. You start the school year with a childhood best friend Ao’nung, as well as making new friends. What happens if someone starts developing feelings? Or two..

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺; horrible grammar, and writing. Slightly out of character, modern au, human au. High school au, normal teenager stuff. Maybe slight sexual stuff? Fluff, swearing, female reader.

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝟎.𝟏: 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔

[dulcedotzz]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆

𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒐’𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒈

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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔

[dulcedotzz]

Would anyone like an enhypen or possibly an avatar smau

Or should I write for underrated characters from underrated fandoms. Subscribe to my YouTube channel and lmk✌️

[dulcedotzz]

Sorry guys for not updating! I’ve been busy with life😓

#i just want to be included lol

[megamandi]

𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙄𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙎

an elliot x fem reader series

SYNOPSIS :

while in a toxic relationship with nate jacobs, highschool royalty y/n meets a mysterious druggie in the laundry room of a new years party. a mess ensues when she gets closer than she ever should’ve. how long can you hide the blooming ‘relationship’ with elliot from the rest of the world, and most importantly, your boyfriend?

MOSTLY CANON COMPLAINT WITH Y/N REPLACING MADDY IN MANY SCENARIOS

WARNINGS : cheating, toxic relationships, heavy drug use and alcohol consumption. popular! y/n x outcast! elliot. chapters will have their own warning just incase

MASTERLIST

chapter 1 - young dumb & broke

chapter 2 - the dues that we carry

[lustagel]

kiss me harder ⊹ elliot, euphoria ask from anon. nsfw, sfw content. black reader in mind but anyone can read. swearing. speaking of drug usage (smoking). kissing. brief mention of dom-sub dynamic. praise kink.

elliot as a general boyfriend would be fun. he’s very funny, other worldly conservative, loving, blunt, sarcastic and sweet.

a pure gentleman without trying. holds doors for you, ties your shoes, holds your bags, etc…

does literally everything and anything for you. even if he complains and groans a little, he will do it with a grin.

a flirt, even when you too are in a relationship. just loves messing with you and laughing to himself.

enjoys you and your company. even if you’re sitting in silence, he just loves it.

compliments you a lot. no matter if it’s in the morning or late at night he’s telling you how pretty you look.

favorite place to kiss you is definitely your face. will be so aggravated with it too. kissing you on your eye lids and cheeks.

extremely clingy when high. lays down directly on you just to torment you.

loves being held close to your chest and getting his hair played with. adores falling asleep with you like that.

isn’t really the jealous type and i mean that in he will be, just sometimes. it’s rare if he does because he’s barely paying attention to anything but you if you’re there.

thinks you’re the best thing that has happen to him in a long time and he adores you.

will bring you little trinkets that are absolutely useless but will smile so big about them it will make you want to keep it forever.

takes a lot of pictures with you. you’re his homescreen for sure. it’s probably a really bad picture of you too. he laughs or smiles at it every time he opens his phone.

will call you weird nicknames in weird situations. like if he’s getting something for you he’ll be like “here you are, madam” in a weird accent too.

loves to ramble and laugh when he’s high. will start a argument about which music genre is the best and if aliens are real.

likes silence too. especially when he’s going at his guitar or thinking deep about something.

if you don’t smoke or don’t like it, he’s not tripping at all. he tries his best to keep it away from you or not do it around you at all.

will stare at you for a long period of time, just admiring you and will blame it on the weed.

feels for you so if you get upset, he’s there right away trying to make you feel better. but if you’re mad at him, he’d hate it but he’ll distance himself to give you time to yourself.

loves if you spend the night at his. sexual or not he just loves spending time with you.

if he really misses you, he’ll take a trip to yours and sneak in or just go through the front door.

you buy him an astray and he’s never using it. doesn’t want it to get dirty with ashes aka for what it’s used for.

he would lean against his pillow and watch as rue came into the room, joint in hand, eyes searching for an astray. she spots one on his desk and goes to tap the end of the joint on it to let the ashes fall from the lit tip but he’s quick to say something. “don’t use that one.” rue would be confused but does as he says. “why?” she questions. “she bought it for me,” elliot would reply and rue would grin. “oh!” she’d drown it on. “i will not put my filthy ashes in your beautiful ashtray,” she’d say sarcastically.

started calling you ma’am as a joke but then it started to be a almost everyday thing and now it’s not a joke.

at school or out in public, he’s just the same but he tries his best to be on his best behavior.

loves to kiss you out in public at random times to see how you react.

likes having a hand on you. it’s not much of a protective thing but of a casual thing. maybe like around your shoulders or around your waist.

will dismiss himself from class early to be at your classroom to walk you to class.

greets you with a hand around your waist and a kiss to your cheek, lips or forehead.

around friends, there’s a out of teasing and laughing.

rue calls him “lover boy” all the time. almost always in front of you because he loves hates it.

talks about you highly and i know it. especially if you’ve known each other for some years.

loves making out with you in front of rue and jules for a good laugh. seeing them roll their eyes and laugh right along with the two of you is funny all on it’s own.

makes sex jokes about the two of you all the time. brags about how good he fucks you and even goes as far as laying out the scene for whoever is listening.

when you’re getting down in bed, he’s very light hearted. takes it seriously but doesn’t at the same time.

100% a “for fun” panty stealer. will slip them into his pocket after taken them off of you and will just chuckle to himself.

doesn’t hold his tongue at all. if he wants to fuck you in a random moment he’s definitely telling you in your ear.

eats cunt like a fucking fat kid eats cake. his eyes are closed and he’s in it. makes little jokes here and there but nothing too crazy.

isn’t afraid to hold eye contact when he’s in it. actually prefers for you to look at him more than anything.

will ask you random questions to mess with you when he’s fucking you or eating you out.

“you know,” he’d start, words soft as he pulls away from your cunt. fingers still working in n out of you. “this reminds me, i really want ice cream,” he’d say, licking his lips of your wetness while watching your chest rise and fall, moans spilling from your mouth. “wanna get ice cream later?” he continued to ramble even after putting his mouth back on you. mouth full of your clit, sucking and licking at it. “elliot, stop— aah— fucking talking, please. you’re gonna make me cum.” he would only grin. “yes, ma’am.”

vocal. a lot of “fuck, baby” and “let me see you”’s.

moans, moans, moans. i just know for a fact he isn’t afraid to let em slip and he knows you like it.

a people pleaser but just for you— so a you pleaser. wants to please you to his best ability.

i think he would enjoy missionary but also doggy. missionary because he would like seeing you and holding eye contact while he would like doggy because he can whisper his weird questions directly into your ear and it’s better to keep up quiet if his cousin’s home.

he wouldn’t think of sex as a dom-sub dynamic. don’t think he would have any extreme kinks either.

likes when you’re needy though. thinks it’s really cute and he gets to tease you about it later.

takes you anywhere private. a laundry room * wink wink *, in the school bathroom, in someone’s bathroom at a party, doesn’t matter as long as it’s private.

[maneatercore]

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Elliot (euphoria) x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fem! reader, light smut, swearing, might leave u with blue balls idk

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your boyfriend always seems to get you tangled in his mess, but makes it worth it in the end

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.5k

𝐚/𝐧: omg omg hiii- Thank you so much for my first ever request !! I’m not sure if this is what you were expecting but I hope you like it either way :’) I honestly just ran with it lol @sbbsnsnsnsmamamaa

Also!! Big shoutout to @sublimecatgalaxy for proofreading and helping me out sm with my first ever request! ur sweet words gave me sm motivation you have no idea! Ilysm <3 obviously follow her if you love elliot >:) cuz her fics are top tier fr

🎧 - dirty work by steely dan, devils advocate by the nbhd, playa shit by nxxxxxs, do what you want, be what you are by hall & oats

You slam your locker shut with a huff, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, the obnoxious fluorescent lighting of the hallways not helping at all with your impending headache. You finally manage to open your eyes again only for you to be interrupted

“Y/n have you been listening to me AT ALL?!?”Jules. Ah, sweet, sweet Jules, whom you unintentionally tuned out during your, probably, 50th yawn this morning alone. You huff, crossing your arms, looking up at her.

“I very much was actually!” i pause “But I wouldn’t be against it if you decided to repeat everything you just said. Ya know, just to make sure I got every detail down…” You say with a smile. Obviously not buying it, she glares.

Honestly though, you don’t know what she expected, especially when school started not even a few minutes ago. And here she comes barreling in, whisper yelling this whole long story with probably multiple layers and loads of gossip. On a usual day, you’d be very willing and very awake to hear her spiel, but today was different.

Different because on most days you’re usually not this sleep deprived from the night before. But with your amazing luck, a certain someone kept you awake all night. You’re honestly surprised, and kinda proud, that you didn’t end up saying “fuck it” and just staying in bed all day. But unfortunately for you, your sense of responsibility outweighs everything else. You’d like to convince yourself that you’re honestly not that sore this morning so—

“I’m literally only gonna repeat this again because I actually love you-“

“Awe Jules! I lo-“

“-Shush! Okay so-wait! Why do you look like that?”

“…Like what?” Your eyebrows scrunching. Looking down at yourself, a bit self consciously. Honestly, you thought your outfit was pretty cute so why-

“No! I mean you! Your face- You look like you got hit by a train and not the good kind.” You open your mouth flabbergasted, about to reply when she speaks up again. “I’m sorry, I’m just noticing it now, but with all the yawning and zoning out, is everything okay?? Do you wanna talk about it-”

''Jules, I'm honestly fine. I just had a long night is all.” With a huffed laugh, blushing a little unbeknownst to her. Leaning on her locker next to mine, she bites her lip looking at me, unconvinced.

“Okay well, you should know that I’m always here if you need it.” Smiling, you honestly felt touched by her concern but fuck, if only she knew. It’s kinda laughable she hasn’t figured it out yet, but you respond.

“Likewise. But for real, I’m good. You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.” You rub her arm with a small smile. Still looking unconvinced, she walks towards you and pulls you forward into a tight hug, with her chin resting over your head.

“You’re literally so full of shit but… I’ll pretend to believe you for now.” You bark out a laugh, hugging her back just as tight. Pulling away, she looks down at you smiling “So, as I was saying-“ Seemingly out of nowhere, you both hear a bunch of yelling and the sound of rushed footsteps coming from the hallway behind you. You and Jules turn your heads, separating, confused as to what’s going on. Low and behold, it was Elliot of all people, being chased down by a small group of guys, running in your direction. By the time both of you processed what was going on, seemingly by the blink of an eye, Elliot was beside you guys hunched over, hands on his knees, panting. With a quirked brow, he looks up.

“Well, hello ladies.” He says out of breath. You and Jules share an impressed look and before any of you could even say anything he took off again only to backtrack. “Actually! I forgot something-“ he says while grabbing your wrist in a haste and suddenly pulling you with him. You stumbled forward, your shoes squeaking against the polished hall floor.

“Elliot, what the fuck-“

“Uh, no time to explain!.” Now running hand in hand, well mostly Elliot dragging you to god knows where, you stumble again, turning your head around to yell out.

“Text me!” Still hand in hand with Elliot, you managed to get a look at clearly annoyed Jules, arms crossed, frown adorning her pretty face. You shrug, smiling sheepishly right before turning a sharp corner. Now to matter at hand, you snap your head towards your absolute idiot of a boyfriend about to question, again, what the fuck is going on but your words get caught in your throat when you turn another corner, and get abruptly pulled into a closet. Elliot reaches behind you slamming the door shut and locking it. Still holding your hand, He turns his back leaning against the door, panting. And being completely honest, you might’ve found it a little hot, if it were under different circumstances. And if it weren’t for the fact that you are literally in a dark janitor's closet, still not aware of what the hell is going on. Repeating your sentiment loudly, “Elliot, what the-'' Before you can even finish he pulls you flushed against him, caging you against the door, while covering your mouth with one hand and holding your hip with the other.

All you get is a whispered “Shhhh!” So you look up at him, your eyebrows scrunching, giving him the dirtiest look you could muster. About to rip his hand off your mouth, you were stopped with the sudden noise coming from outside the door. You hear hurried footsteps approaching, and a muffled “where the fuck did he go?!” and a “I swear to god bro, the second I see him-” and a bunch of other obscenities. Tearing your attention away from the door you look up at him, giving him a questioning look. He ignores you, looking towards the door to your utter annoyance.

After a bit of commotion, the noise outside starts dying down and the footsteps start retreating. Sounds of irritated murmurs and annoyed sighs are heard from inside the closet getting farther and farther away. And then you both were met with complete silence.

“Okay, I think we’re good.” Elliot says, looking down at you with a small smile. He goes to remove his hand from your mouth, but before he could you bit him. “Ow! What the fuck-“

“Funny! Because I’ve been trying to ask you the same god damn question! What the fuck Elliot? Why are we in the janitor's closet?!”

“Baby, I can explain-“ You scoff, with your hands on your hips not believing for a second that whatever explanation he has will justify everything that just went down. But regardless, you end up giving him a look, saying to just get on with it already. “So, you know how Rue, Jules and I are playing truth or dare?” You nod, already not liking where this was going. “Well, I was dared to go up to this random guy and say some weird shit.”

“Oh god, okay? What did you say”. Elliot sighs, telling you and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Yeah, yeah it’s hilarious. But I guess I hit a nerve, since he and his friends chased me again after spotting me…”

“Wait so this is like an ongoing thing?”

“I mean, I guess? But I haven’t been caught both times so-“ He says with a shrug, smirking. Rolling your eyes you reach out and punch his arm. “Ow! Why are you hitting me! It’s not my fault he’s ashamed of his kinks!”

“Elliot, oh my god-“ Exasperated, you let out a huff about letting things go but something didn’t add up. “Wait, so what does all of this gotta do with me then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, why did you basically kidnap me, in the middle of the hallway??” Elliot let’s out scoff,

“Kidnap you? What?! Last time I checked people who get kidnapped aren’t going willingly, and you were very willing”

“I literally had no idea what was going on! I basically had no choice! But either way, it doesn’t justify doing all this. What aren’t you telling me?” You knew Elliot like the back of your hand so you had an inkling that he wasn’t sharing the complete truth with you and you needed to get to the bottom of it. No matter how dumb it may seem. He ends up biting his lip, turning his face away, suddenly getting all shy- Wait what?

“Hey, Ellie, look at me?” You say softly, turning his face towards you, so you could meet his eye. You both share a brief moment of eye contact, and then he huffs, giving in.

“So while I was running for my life-“ you snort “I may or may not have gotten a look at you and Jules…sharing a moment”. You were confused, till it dawned on you.

“You mean, you saw us hugging?”

“A very intense hug if you ask me.” Giggling, you tangle your fingers with his.

“Awe, baby were you jealous?” You say teasing him, not able to keep your shit eating grin to yourself. He gives you a deadpan look at your tone, but then proceeds to groan when you decide to lean up and give him a bunch of lingering kisses on his face, going down to his neck. Sliding your hands under his shirt to wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his chest looking up, giving him a doe eyed look. He caves.

“Ugh, stop- don’t do that! Okay okay! So maybeee I was a little jealous- but I just missed you is all.'' Sighing he pulls you closer, resting his head against yours, you smile.

“Miss me? You say that like you didn’t fuck me on basically every surface of your room last night-“ He lets out a long groan “for hours may I add. To the point where I was so out of it this morning that Jules noticed.”

“Damn princess, I affected you that much?” He breathes out, fingers digging into my sides.

“Well duh, we both barely got any sleep last night thanks to your insatiable ass.”

“Well you sure as hell weren’t complaining last night-“

“ugh, shut up”

“I will, for a kiss” Begrudgingly you give in, despite knowing it’s downhill from here. You don’t like to admit it, but you never seem to be able to say no when it comes to Elliot. All self control gets thrown out the window along with common sense and rationality. You’d like to think he feels the same way. Speaking from the fact that he usually can’t go two seconds without having his hands on you or with his tongue down your throat. You're not complaining though. Especially not now, when he's kissing you, like his life depends on it. Hands rubbing down your sides, slowly making their way down while your hands are tangled in his bleached curls. You melt into his touch, humming onto his lips. His fingers trailing up your skirt. Your gasp very quickly turns into a strangled moan when he abruptly cups your ass, squeezing hard, rubbing himself against you. The air suddenly charged between you two as he hoists you up from the back of your thighs carrying you to a seemingly abandoned desk. He sets you down, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he deepens the kiss. You manage to pull away for a second for some air, Elliot taking the opportunity to trail kisses down your neck lower and lower, the tips of his fingers grasping the ends of your tank top and pulling it off in a swift movement. The sight of your cute bra alone making him groan, settling on his knees resting his head on your lap. “I swear, you're trying to kill me woman” You huff out a laugh at his reaction truly not expecting it. A sheepish ‘sorry’ comes out of your mouth, you both knowing you truly don’t mean it. As torturing him was one of your favorite pastimes. Deciding to fuck with him even more, you lick your lips, spreading your legs a little farther and leaning back with your arms behind you.

“It’s a matching set by the way.” you say biting your lip. Another pained groan leaving his lips.

“You're honestly not making this easier for me, baby”. Ready to give a snarky remark you’re abruptly cut off by him rubbing your slit over your panties. You gasp, your breathing starting to get labored as he starts applying more pressure. Using his thumb, he starts rubbing you, drawing slow circles on your clit over your clothed core. You start trembling, sensitive from the previous night's endeavors. Not letting this deter you from teasing him, you manage to let out a breathy “We're still in school ya know…like in public.” Your words contradicting your actions as you slip your manicured nails into his curls and pull him closer to where you need him most. He laughs, breathe going straight over your still covered center making you shiver once more. While looking up at you he smacks his lips.

“I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you sensless right now.” You internally groan, trying not to give in. Just as you were about to respond though, the bell rings, startling you from your haze, Signaling the start of your first period. With a sigh, you look around trying to find your shirt. Once locating it, you slip it on only to be met with Elliot's pouting face.

“Awe cmon, don’t look at me like that.” Trying to get down from the desk, Elliot stops you, standing up in between your legs again to kiss you sweetly, hands cupping your face. He pulls away, rubbing your cheek with his thumb

“It’s hard not to when you look like that.” Ducking your head to hide your blush you push him away, finally making your way off the desk. Adjusting your clothes and hair one last time before heading to the door ignoring him. “Y/nnnnn.”

“Elliot we’re both late as is and you & I both know you can’t afford to skip.” With a pout seemingly permanently stuck on his face, he walks up from behind you hugging you.

“But I have a problemmm” He whines, rubbing his prominent bulge against your backside. Rolling your eyes, acting as if it isn’t affecting you either-you turn around, looking up at him and give him a peck on the lips between each word.

“Not.My.problem” You sing song. And to that he lets out frustrated noise, followed by a huffed out ‘bitch’ under his breath.

“You love it though.” With a defeated sigh and a nod of his head, he responds.

“I do…I do”. And all Elliot could think about while staring at your thighs from under your skirt as you leave—is how much of a punishment you’re in for once you get home. Which isn’t helping his impending problem down there at all. But he honestly can’t wait.

[dulcedotzz]

New fresh start… would anyone read a toxic! Nate jacobs x reader x Elliot 🥹