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seriouslysnape · 2 years

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One Time Encounters

Remus Lupin x Fem! Student! Reader

Warnings: Sexual content. Smut. Mutual pining. Teacher/Student relationship. Age gap smut.

A/N: Reader is of age! Part 1 here

Word Count: 3.5k

“I...I don’t know what to do now.”

Remus’ heart was beating a million miles a minute. His body was pumped full of adrenaline as his feet guided him through the halls of the castle from memory. Never in his life had he been so anxious to get to his office. His office was the target destination, and Remus was reeling the entire way there.

This is happening. Fuck. This is happening.

Remus was taking every back corridor and detoured route that he could possibly take. He was diligently making sure to avoid the Portraits, Filch, and any students roaming around after dinner. That was something that he knew that he couldn’t explain. Rushing through the halls while holding the hand of a student with a very obvious hard-on was NOT something he could cover up. The chances of getting caught were hardly a concern for Remus right now. He had a window of opportunity in front of him that was wide open. He couldn’t not take this opportunity. He’d always wonder “what if” if he didn’t take it.

It had only been in Remus’ dreams that he had been able to live this moment. In his mind, that would only ever be a dream confined to the walls of his internal palace. He had always scolded and corrected himself every time that train of thinking snuck up on him. Just the night before he had reprimanded and beat himself to hell because he had an orgasm with floating, moving pictures of you in his imagination. His self-control and professionality had always won out over his lustful thinking. It was always the same reasoning for why he absolutely, positively could not do this.

She’s a student, Remus. Don’t fucking do this.

He hardly considered this to be impulsive. Remus would be lying if he hadn’t considered possible ways to make this work in the best way possible. Remus had calculated the risks. He had weighed the options and ran through all the pros and cons. Of course he wanted this. He wouldn’t have kept bringing it up to himself if he didn’t. The main issue boiled down to one thing: you.

Remus would never forgive himself if you got into trouble on his behalf. You had so much life ahead of you. Your life as a witch was merely just beginning. The world of magic was just being opened up to you, and you were just now having the chance to utilize your skills. Remus couldn’t live with himself if he knew that was taken away from you because the two of you were involved.

He wanted to protect you, and he was trying to be the voice of reason for both of you. Somehow, he just couldn’t let this go. The woman that he was hand-in-hand with wasn’t helping his case because you were just as antsy as he was.

“Professor, I’m not one to question the actions of my superiors,” You whispered harshly, barely able to keep up with his long strides as you rounded the corner to the hallway where his office was located. “But are you sure this is a good idea?”

Remus opened the door to his office with vigor, snatching you inside and practically slamming the door shut. He pressed you against the closed door, cornering you just as he had just a few moments ago.

“No.” He answered.

He kissed you then, desperately and with so much need that it nearly collapsed your knees. He felt a high then that was unlike anything that he’d ever experienced. His mouth on yours was beyond any of the ways he had imagined it. Just kissing you was making him grow harder by the second. His hand came to your face to draw you in closer as he used his frame to keep you pushed against the hard surface of his office door.

Remus had committed himself the moment that he confessed that he harbored feelings for you that were less than student/teacher friendly. That line had been crossed, and there was no turning back now. He knew that this was against every rule written in the book. There wasn’t a single excuse or reason in the world that he could come up with that would grant him a pass for this. He was screwed if anybody were to know about this.

This is fucked up, Remus. Obliviate her and forget it.

Remus gave that intrusive thought absolutely no consideration. Forget it? He nearly laughed out loud at that suggestion. He wasn’t going to abandon this moment and send you on your way magically brainwashed. Fuck the rules. This was something that he felt was worth the risk of breaking the rules and getting caught.

It’s wrong, Remus. You’re better than this.

Remus’ internal debate was cast aside momentarily when he was forced to step backwards due to you pushing yourself off of the door that he had you pinned against. The kiss hardly broke, and Remus would’ve never wished for a moment where it had. He stumbled back further into his office that barely had any real illumination to it. The lamp that Remus had lit earlier in the day was still burning strong, but it only offered enough light for Remus to see what was directly in front of him.

And oh did he love what he saw.

The back of Remus’ legs hit the edge of his desk, bringing both of you to a halt.

The desk. How perfect. How convenient.

Remus’ own subconscious had turned to sarcasm because there was no way of convincing him to back out now. If he was going to enjoy the journey, then so was his sense of morale.

“I never- I...I have to admit that I never really imagined this coming to life.” Remus babbled when the two of you stopped for air, but took the chance to begin getting the other undressed and out of your clothes.

Nerves had plagued you. Your fingertips trembled ever so when you worked to unbutton the buttons on his dress shirt. The reality of what was happening, and what was about to happen had come to your realization. Remus didn’t even understand what kind of dirty things that you had imagined about him. If he knew even half of the scenarios that you had played out in your mind to get an ear ringing orgasm, it would bring a blush to his face.

The difference was that you hadn’t felt an ounce of guilt for it. Remus was a respectable, kind, and intelligent professor. He was a good person outside of a good professor. Why should you feel guilty for being attracted to someone like him? You supposed the answer was a weak one but still the truth -- and also one that you shared with Remus for his own dilemma.

You never thought that this would actually happen.

“Me either,” Your voice nearly cracked. “It doesn’t feel real.”

His eyes visibly darkened when your uniform blouse fell to the floor with a whisper of a thud. He almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. When he had imagined it so many times, and now it was actually happening in real time -- his brain found difficulty in making logical sense out of it.

His hands were planted on your sides the moment that your bra hit the floor, pulling your breasts closer to him so he could put his mouth to work. His tongue swirled your nipple, sucking and kissing them shamelessly.

A strain of a moan shivered from your chest. Your mind was already on its way to being a foggy puddle, and it wouldn’t be long before you were completely clouded over.

Remus’ slacks were discarded and tossed somewhere in the room without much care or regard. The head of his cock teased and pressed at the space between your thighs underneath the skirt that Remus didn’t bother to remove.

In circumstances that were less rushed, Remus wouldn’t be this fast paced and desperate to get things moving. He liked to take his time and savor the moment, but this didn’t quite call for that.

There was a new rush of adrenaline, and at this point he was running off of pure hormonal energy. He swallowed hard at the feeling of his tip being just mere centimeters from where it wanted to be. He was so close. So unbelievably close. He literally just had to part your legs and pull you over his waist and fuck you the way that he had longed to. But there was a moment of bold clarity that stopped him in his tracks.

There was a slight shaking in your legs, and it wasn’t from the overeagerness of the activity that you were mere seconds from partaking in. The hint of anxiety written over your features was enough to make Remus stop cold. He hadn’t stopped to think about how this situation was just as high-stakes for you as it was for him. He wasn’t the only party here, and he wasn’t the only one who was going to be affected. He needed to be absolutely sure that you were just as willing to take this risk as he was.

“[Y/N],” Remus stopped completely, looking at you sternly. “If you don’t want this, tell me now. If you’re unsure of this or have any doubt, then we won’t do this. I have to hear you say yes.”

There was hardly a passing moment. It was the most confident, surefire acceptance he had ever heard in his life.

“Yes. I want this.” You nodded, your words clear as day.

That was all he needed to hear for the last crumb of doubt to dissolve away.

“Come here.” He rumbled, spinning around to where you were sitting on the corner of his desk.

His hands gripped the sides of your thighs, dragging you as far to the edge of the wooden structure as you could physically go to wrap your legs around his waist. His cock was twitching with anticipation, basically begging Remus to just do it.

“Next time I promise I’ll take my time.” Remus chuckled, a genuine smile appearing on his face as he looked down at your sprawled out frame over his desk.

“Will there be a next time?” You swallowed, a glimmer of desire sparkling over your pupils as Remus looked into them.

Fuck. What are you even saying? Remus scolded himself. Next time? Absolutely not, Remus. Just this once.

Remus said it to himself, but he didn’t believe it. If this happened now, then he was nearly positive that it would happen again.

“I hope so.” He shuddered, his voice husky and smooth.

There was a slight pause, a twin breath was taken -- and you entered the point of no return.

He lined himself up and slid in with the slowest speed that he could maintain. He shuddered out an exhale as he did so, keeping his head as level as he could.

There was a shared groan at the feeling. Remus’ mouth fell open as he rolled his hips forward to completely bottom out. It was taking every ounce of what was left of his self-control to start slow and tedious. This wasn’t a throwaway moment. He wasn’t using this time or using you just for sex. This was meant to be just as special for you as it was for him.

He felt the way that you stretched around him as he filled you. His hands tightened around your thighs as he stood motionless for a moment, allowing both you and him to soak up this feeling.

It felt so right. It was like you were a perfect fit for him. He had never experienced something that felt so flawless and so seamless. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he had imagined it so many times or if it was just that good -- but whatever it was, it was intoxicating. His head was buried in the crook of your shoulder with his chest pressed against yours.

“Doing alright?” Remus asked, his voice muffled against the skin of your shoulder that he had left a kiss on.

“Yeah,” You whispered. “I...I need you to-”

“I know, I know. Me too.” Remus took another deep breath as he stood tall once more, and pulled his hips back to withdraw his cock.

There wasn’t a pause before he pushed back in, allowing no time for second thoughts. He felt like he was spinning, and if it weren’t for his grip on your hips, he was certain he would’ve fallen over. Remus didn’t hesitate any longer or waste any more time.

He found a rhythm, one that worked best for the both of you based on your most genuine noises of pleasure. It was a steady tempo, one that wasn’t too fast or too slow. He was consistent with his thrusts, and he didn’t leave any part inside of you untouched.

The desk wobbled with his movements, and your grip on the edge of the desktop was the only thing keeping you from shifting out of place. It didn’t take long for stars to begin dotting in your vision. You had never had someone this experienced take this kind of position over you. It was new, and it was different.

For now, any reservation that Remus had was gone. This was the rightest thing in the world to him right now. It was exceeding all of his dreams and expectations. How could he feel guilty about that?

Remus knew he’d be thinking about this for days. He knew that he’d be fantasizing about the next time and whatever he could dream up of doing to you. This was the beginning of something either really good or really bad...Remus wasn’t sure yet.

You rotated your hips to meet his thrusts, allowing him to hit the perfect spot. You could tell with each push back in that he had been waiting for this moment. You could feel the pent up tension in every rough entrance.

“You’re taking me well. Atta girl,” Remus rumbled a chuckle, a little surprised. “How you doing?” Remus asked again, ensuring your comfort and complete pleasure.

“So good. Please don’t stop.” You pleaded.

Every nerve in Remus’ body was on fire. He was exploding with pleasure and satisfaction. The way that your mouth was parted in response to his thrusts and your eyes meeting his every so often was an image that he had to see again. The feeling of dragging in and out of you was addictive, and for a moment, he knew he wouldn’t be able to allow this to be a one-time occasion.

The noises were quiet. Remus’ awareness of getting caught hadn’t gone anywhere. Even with a locked door and dark room, he had a sliver of fear that someone would walk in. He’d never be able to talk himself out of that one.

He needed to wrap this up. He feared that your friends would come looking for you or another professor would seek Remus for a work favor. In all honesty, it had been so long that Remus couldn’t last that long anyways. He couldn’t keep you here much longer, against his better wishes.

If he could’ve had it his way, he would’ve kept you there all night.

His thrusts into you never stopped, and he could feel his tip prodding against the furthest part into you that he could possibly go.

“I’m so...I’m going to...” You blubbered out.

Remus nodded with understanding, his head so full of fog that he couldn’t even form words. His grip on your thighs tightened, and he put all of his energy on making you finish.

With that, you involuntarily clenched around him and a pitchy cry sounded out as you crashed over your release. He was close behind, feeling himself spiral. With just three more thrusts, he pulled out and spilled his own release. He let out his own groan of relief as you opened your eyes, beginning to float down from your climax. Both of you were breathing heavily, minds racing, and hearts pounding.

There was a brief moment of bliss as the two of you fell from your highs. You know good and well that you had never had it that good before, and it was taking you a little longer to recover. His chest heaved as he breathed, both with adrenaline and with realization of what had just happened.

He hovered over you again after a moment, watching you intently. He was careful when lifting your limp body to meet his. He recognized that starstruck, blown away look in your eyes. He didn’t know what to say. It felt unbelievably inappropriate to tell you how good you were, but he didn’t really understand why.

Remus felt fulfilled, but also very, VERY nervous.

This had to stay a secret. This was the most top secret, confidential, never-to-be-spoken-about incident to ever exist. Remus was a goner if anybody ever knew about this. He’d be shunned and disrespected, and rightfully so. This was over the line. Way over the line.

He knew that he should’ve felt bad for having sex and sharing an intimate moment with a student that he was almost double the age of. He should’ve been ashamed of himself for breaking every rule and going against everything he ever stood for. He knew that he should’ve felt the absolute worst that he had ever felt.

But he didn’t. There wasn’t an ounce of remorse for what had just happened. As a matter of fact, he knew that this was almost a sorry attempt at what he could really do.

This was a teaser. This was merely a taste of what it could really be like. This only made Remus want it a million times more.That scared him to death, and it made him do something that he rarely ever did.

Remus began to panic.

He reached for his pants (only letting go of you when he was sure you could hold yourself up) that were around his ankles, snatching them up and fastening them. He grabbed your discarded blouse as well, and he began to help you get dressed. You were looking at him anxiously, because he was making you nervous. He felt you staring at him, but he kept his eyes focused on his hands trying to get you dressed.

“Professor, I-”

“Shh. Stop,” He waved a shaky, dismissive hand. “Don’t say anything.”

His fingers trembled as he worked on getting the buttons of your shirt buttoned. Somehow, it felt worse putting the shirt back on you than it did taking it off.

“Professor,” You ignored him. “I...I don’t know what to do now.”

“I don’t either.” Remus adjusted the collar of your shirt back to how it was before.

You took it upon yourself to adjust anything else that was out of place while Remus put his own shirt back on. There was an extended silence while the two of you worked separately to compose yourselves, but it was an awkward kind of quiet that you couldn’t stand to sit in.

“Listen. I can’t just show up to class tomorrow and pretend everything is normal,” You grew stern with him. “We’ve got to figure something out.”

“I know, I know. You’re right,” Remus’ hands swept his hair back stressfully. “I just didn’t think this far ahead.”

You landed on your feet from sitting on the desk, and you stood just a few feet away from him with an apprehensive look. This was part of the whole “do now, think later” mantra. The problem was that the “later” had arrived.

“The professor-student relationship is still between us. We can certainly remain professional.” Remus said, taking a breath to settle himself.

“Yeah, but is it going to be uncomfortable?” You bantered back.

Remus thought about that. He wasn’t sure how he was going to feel come Monday morning when you were sitting in your usual seat. Remus didn’t have an answer, which prompted you to go on.

“We’re mature. We can handle this the right way.” You reasoned.

“Absolutely,” Remus agreed. “I just...need time to figure out what the right way is.”

He felt stupid for being this unprepared. He should’ve been ready for this conversation. Now he felt like the world’s biggest douchebag -- rushing you out and not having an answer to any of your questions.

“I...guess I need to go then.” You swallowed, taking heavy steps towards the door of his office.

Remus felt like he needed to say something. Whether it was something to ease your mind or something to make you feel better about this. But no words came out. He only watched you make it across the room to leave him in the silence and darkness of his lonely office.

“If this needs to be a one-time thing, I...I understand, Professor.” You stopped when you made it to the door, but he caught the slightest bit of disappointment in your tone

Remus weighed his options. Morally, that was likely the best solution. A one-and-done event. No strings attached. The two of you would go on your merry and separate ways, and neither of you would have that craving and nagging “what if”. That seemed like the most logical route, and the best one to take.

But deep down, it wasn’t the one that either of you wanted.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Higher Love: Part 8

The door shut with a soft click, the room was covered in darkness that came from the empty space and closed curtains. Though there were slivers of light coming from the slips between the cracks that hadn’t been pulled tight, the room-darkening curtains had effectively blocked out as much sunlight as possible.

Without turning on the light, you’d dropped your bag to the floor by your desk and stumbled forward, first sitting on the edge of the bed in order to kick off your shoes, and then your back met the mattress with a heavy thud. You lay still until you had the gumption to shift onto your side and curl in on yourself with your hand tucked under your chin.

There was nothing you’d have liked more than to sleep and sleep for days, however the weight of a few papers you’d have to write about the history of symbolism in fashion and fiction, the two topics integral. It was a pivotal portion of your degree that would aid you in creating your line of figure skating costumes, an attempt to make it easier for other skaters to find something that wouldn’t have cost thousands of dollars.

With the expectation that you would be tasked with handing in a paper you hadn’t started yet, you should have pulled yourself from bed and centred yourself in front of your desk to work. And yet the longer you’d laid in bed with your hands tucked under your chin and your legs pulled close to your chest, the last few tendrils of your motivation had dissipated like a slow rolling fog that had come and gone.

You lay there, in the silence of your darkened room, unmotivated and unwilling to task yourself with creating your paper. Rather, you had laid on your bed and let your mind escape you, your eyes fixated on your roommates bed and the fading scent of Johnny Storm that had once been clinging to the blankets. Even if you had wanted to pull yourself from the bed, even if you had all the motivation in the world to start typing away at your computer, you felt bogged down. It was as if there was a blanket weighted by heady lead draped over you, or if your muscle fibres were being replaced with solid steel and copper until your entire body had become artificial.

The feeling of being weighed down hadn’t just affected your physical being, but your mental state as well. Your mind was running on its own, only to return to you when you focused your thoughts on the practice you’d finished with Coach Tucker. It wasn’t the practice that had become a jumbled mess of thought and memories that betrayed you, it was as if time itself had betrayed you with an endless and dense haze that obstructed the minutes, hours and days of your week.

When was the party? When had you gotten drunk and had been taken home by Ari? How long had it been since you and Ari spent the weekend together? How much time had passed since you slept together that weekend? Had Ari already filed the necessary paperwork to cement your relationship together as alpha and omega?

Johnny and Lucas told you that he had, that it was official but could you even trust yourself? Could you trust what you’d been told or was it another quick ploy by your mind fabricating memories?

The door opened and shut quietly, the soft padding footsteps of your roommate had been the only indicator that you were still conscious and not in a state between. You had tilted your head and followed her with your eyes as she had sat on the bed opposite yours and raised her hands to her face, fingers slowly massaging her temples. She, like you, looked as if she was completely stripped of energy although there was a lingering and detectable scent masking hers that alluded to her energy being pulled for an entirely different reason.

“I don’t want to bother you, but…” her voice was soft, her hands trembling while she set them in her lap and turned her head, exposing the brand-new mark ensconced on her neck.

“Johnny?” You spoke his name, unable to even raise your voice above a whisper.

“We were both…drunk and it just…” She sighed and shifted the placement of her hands, covering her face and muffling her weary sigh. “Johnny and I are going to talk after his next class. I just came to gather some clothes.”

“I’ll have a room to myself.” You surmised what she was trying to say without fully explaining herself, and the only response you’d gotten from her was a small nod. “It’s okay. I don’t know how long I’ll be here either.”

Silence had fallen for a moment between the two of you, not awkward in the slightest but there was a lot to be said that couldn’t have been aired. Your roommate was fooling around with Johnny, they had an innate and deep bond that alluded to them being a good and perfect match. Like Ari and yourself, the connection was impossible to skip over and you were happy for her. Even if they had marked each other while they were drinking, they had recognized each other as a good match otherwise the bond wouldn’t have taken.

“You don’t deserve that,” your roommate broke the silence as she stood, wrapping her arms around her middle, “from that asshole Tucker. You should make a complaint to the athletic department about him, there’s gotta be some misconduct or something.”

Your reply to her was just as soft-spoken as before, just as pliantly lifeless and effortless. It was a single word, a single syllable and she didn’t find much value in your plain answer although she didn’t question it. Instead, your roommate had walked toward her dresser, grabbing a pair of sweats and a hoodie, tucking both under her arm.

You followed her with your eyes, watching her as she moved back toward the door. You studied her as she hesitated to open the door, your eyes meeting when she looked over her shoulder and spoke again. “You shouldn’t let that fucker walk all over you, at the very least you should tell Ari. He’s your alpha and the hockey coach, he’s got pull. You should rely on him.”

She had left as quickly as she had come, the door closing again with a soft click.

Ari knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what his rights and limitations were as an alpha, and even beyond that, as your alpha. There were safeguarding laws and regulations that were in place for situations just like this, in cases where omegas were being physically, mentally or emotionally attacked by an alpha.

While it could have been negated to some extent or made to be unfair by designation if some alphas took advantage of the safeguarding laws, Ari was going to use it to his and your benefit. But then, there were other omegas who were being put under the same rigorous scrutiny from an alpha who used his position to gain access to them in any way he wanted. By promising to make or break their potential career, Lance Tucker had taken full advantage of some omegas who were either too frightened or unwilling to come out and make complaints about him, or their complaints were swept under the rug to save face for the alpha.

It wasn’t just an attempt to save you that fuelled his motives to go after Lance Tucker in every possible way that he could. It was Ari being made aware of the treatment other girls had received from the alpha, and no punishment resulting from the accusations and the claims that had been acknowledged by the school. Whether the omegas had been paid off or they had gotten threatened with their scholarships or positions on teams, it hadn’t mattered or altered his decision. Ari was going to deal with it, and he had retained a lawyer to take on this matter for you, and for any other omegas who would want to press charges.

However before that had even taken place, Ari had to speak to the head of the athletics board and the association for the school. Ari would use his position as the hockey coach to try and handle this without physically threatening Lance Tucker under the protection of the safeguarding laws.

Ari couldn’t physically stomach the idea of being idle and not acting. He couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t take it. He had to do something, not just for you but for the other omegas who didn’t have someone willing to protect them.

There was no turning back, there was no other road he could have taken to avoid a confrontation like this. Since he was informed of the treatment you’d suffered through your coach in the name of succeeding at figure skating, it hadn’t taken Ari long to find other complaints.

Other skaters and dancers, gymnasts that Lance Tucker had targeted and screwed with. This had been unjustly swept under the rug to save face for Tucker, the accusations dropped in the name of keeping a successful but problematic coach.

Ari was beyond pissed. He was beyond pissed. Truly he was utterly enraged by the whole prospect of the university keeping everything hidden. Ari was formally recognized as your alpha through the university, and all the necessary paperwork had gone through and been processed. While had come certain rules about not being overly bold with your public displays of affection while on campus, there was nothing to bar the two of you as consenting and legal adults from pursuing a relationship.

Regardless of when the relationship was formally recognized in the school, or how much time had passed after it had been accepted, Ari was not going to back down from confronting parties responsible for putting you in danger.

He had documented the process with an email first sent to the head of the athletics association and the head of the board, as well as the dean. Ari had kept himself level-headed in the email, though he was not going to water down the accusations and the need to discuss how to deal with it. He had sent the email, he had started the process and then he went to talk face-to-face.

Though he was level-headed in the email, there was something about facing the man head-on that had negated his patience piece by little piece until he had been bordering on the edge of being completely in tune with his natural and predominantly primordial urge to protect you with everything he had.

It was a tactically sensitive conversation albeit one that would quickly become overshadowed by his anger and his disgust that this was going on, and for who knows how long, with nothing being done. Certainly, when Ari had first stepped into the office he had intended to try and maintain his composure despite how pissed off he was.

However, with the door still open behind him, all it took was one clear look at his old friend sitting behind his desk sipping on scotch for Ari to lose his composure. It came with the minimal force of a weak twig being snapped, and the even clink of his friends glass back against the desk for Ari to make the first move.

“Ari please-�� The door slammed shut, the aggressive atmosphere had come entirely from Ari and his urgency to protect you and those other omegas. The force behind the door slamming shut had rattled the glass, the subtle shake a mere iota compared to the tension and the debilitating conversation that was going to happen one way or another.

“Don’t fuck with me, Ethan. I am not someone you want to fuck with, I’m allowing you to deal with it before I do.” He stalked toward the desk, every step producing a pounding beat in his ears until he stopped at the edge and glowered down at his friend.

“Ari you can’t do anything-” His hand slammed against the desk, his palm pressed flat against the expensive finish of the hard wood. He was not going to back down from this. He was not going to leave until it was necessary. Ari’s eyes were darkened and his teeth had been grinding egregiously, his aggression aimed entirely at the head of the sport’s association for the university. Ari had considered him a friend. Even now he considered him a friend. However, Ari was not willing to overlook these transgressions nor was he willing to turn a blind eye to what had been happening to these girls.

“Dammit, Ethan! I can do whatever it takes to handle this, to protect them!”

“Ari this takes time-“

“Time? This takes time? The university doesn’t give a shit about these girls, no one is giving a shit about these omegas and for what? To appease some half-assed one-time champion who fucked his way to the top? Dammit, Ethan! These girls need someone to stand up for them!” Ari hissed and leaned forward as a vow, not a promise, fell from his lips. He was willing to become a nightmare that wouldn’t go away, he was willing to throw it all away, everything he had accomplished, in order to protect you all. “Are you going to handle this or am I?”

Silence was what fell between them, and Ari had responded to the deafening line drawn in the sand by rising to his full height. He slipped one hand into his pocket and reached for his lawyer’s business card, the raised lettering promising hope and some kind of resolution. With a clear statement made by Ethan, Ari had pulled the card from his pocket and set it down upon the wood before sliding it forward.

“My lawyer will be contacting you.”

“Ari, please-” While Ethan protested, Ari had turned away from him and left the office with as much anger as he had when he entered.

It was up to Ari.

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megaphonegirlk · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikagami Hakari | Justine Courtney/Ichiyanagi Yumihiko | Sebastian Debeste Characters: Mikagami Hakari | Justine Courtney, Ichiyanagi Yumihiko | Sebastian Debeste Additional Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, age gap, Fluff Summary:

Justine Courtney has taken Sebastian under her wing. She admits...the more she teaches him and the closer they get, the more fondly she finds herself feeling about the eager young prosecutor.

#ace attorney #xgen ship #sebastian debeste #Justine Courtney #teacher/student relationship #proship april

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puffballlofdoom · 2 years

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I’ll teach you a lesson you will never forget (pt.1)

ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/38947176/chapters/97405050

Summary: Jude x the Ghost crack fic, set during TWK. In this AU Locke commanded the Ghost to seduce Jude.

Baby Duarte has apparently taken her new code name too much to her heart. Garrett finds the mortal, chucking her way about the Court of Shadows pretty annoying and does not understand why Liliver and Van accepted the reign of the bossy girl, commanding them as if was she actually a queen of spies so easily. It is quite impossible to ignore Jude's ambition, so typical for the young, her capacity to lie as well as the girl's lively, resourceful intelligence, which obviously does not change the fact that the giddy, hot-headed mortal, who really has the makings of a fine spy, should focus on schooling rather than bossing around.

Jude still commits numerous mistakes. For instance, she should have checked whether the new king's private chambers were actually safe as soon as Prince Cardan was crowned. Garrett didn't even try to point this little yet extremely important detail out - if he advised her to do so, Lady the Seneschal would consider his remark as a gross personal insult, throw a tantrum and ignore his gesture of goodwill. Under normal circumstances Jude would be still an apprentice, gradually learning about the secrets on espionage, presumably also from her own mistakes… And yet the girl, unexpectedly raised up to power became an unnerving little tyrant who can't bear even the most justified criticism. It's a pity indeed, since she has always been a very apt student, even if Garrett never felt like complementing her more often than necessary. He also has to admit Baby Duarte is talented and resolute - she must know it very well and there is no point in repeating it time and time again. Just two or three weeks ago Jude used to attach great importance to her fellow spies' advice, but if someone dared to pick her up for something extremely foolish now, even in the most gentle way, the mortal would roll her eyes and announce that she is busy with learning how to be a good Seneschal rather than a prefect spy.

Oddly enough Liliver and Van have accepted this state of affairs - turns out they truly admire the mortal for her cleverness and speed of decision making. After all she managed to trick Prince Cardan into some ambiguous bargain the details of which they do not even know. All right, the young monarch is in her power, but you don't even have to be a particularly good observer to spot His Majesty is constantly making eyes to Baby Duarte. Well, some find striking ugliness fascinating, so who can possibly forbid the High King of fairies to pine for a plump, scruffy mortal?

And now... Garret has to pitch a woo to this moose, whose tousled hair and bitten fingernails disgust him beyond measure. He cannot bear a thought of touching Jude, who reeks of poison and sweat. Not that the girl is totally deprived of any allure - in the times of his youth such subtle, angelic faces, as well as eyes like hers, thick-lashed and gentle like eyes of a young doe were highly appreciated. Baby Duarte's determination and wit surely add to her charm. Fortunately she is not coquettish at all, what makes Jude pretty amiable, but unfortunately she is sloppy, moody and searches praise in everything she does. With the eyes of his imagination Garrett almost see how the mortal, sprawled on her back opens her short chubby legs up just like a huge frog and asks whether she is good enough to please him. Not a very pretty sight, really.

Some of her ideas, however, are quite reasonable yet it is just the execution that's lacking. For instance yesterday she decided to turn the deserted Hollow Hall over.

Yes, the imprisoned Prince Balekin surely has not only his henchmen, but also secrets aplenty hidden in his grandiose manor, so Garrett suggested he would head to this very mansion and tear it apart. For some reason Jude insisted on going there herself, but she agreed he accompanied her. "After all two heads are better than one," -the girl said with a smile. Yes, indeed. I's just a pity her own is so empty. Of course their pathetic foray has turned out to be the next opportunity for Jude to show how 'smart' she is. Garrett glances doubtfully at the mortal, lumpishly stepping on the wooden beams under the ceiling of the ball room. Of course she slips down, not focused enough on her task. Baby Duarte sucks her breath, but she does not give up - the girl just bits her lower lip and starts to crawl clumsily, sticking up her big, fat ass. So horrid. So grotesque. And now the Ghost has to walk beneath her way, his gaze fixed on Jude, in order to insure her. Not that he particularly enjoys staring at Baby Duarte's ass, does he?

"No secret corridors and stuff like that!" - she announces, loudly enough to awaken the dead.

"Well, get down here" - he answers quickly. The girl moves faster. "Hey, mind how you go!" - Garrett warns her, but Jude of course does not listen. After all he is just a century older than her. If the Seneschal falls, she will definitely break her bones. Well, maybe that's a lesson Baby Duarte will never forget? The mortal tries to leap down, as you might guess with the grace of an elk-cow. She is going to break her legs, sure as there's carts to horses. The Ghost sighs and extends his arms, trying to protect her fall. Quite successfully, as it turns out. To his surprise Baby Duarte hasn't rattled his bones with the weight of her fat ass. The girl, clinging to him is soft, soft on a high note, although her fingers are digging into his shoulder blades hard enough to cause pain. Jude's big breasts, pressed against his chest render to be very pert and mellow. Her eyes, seen at close quarters, have a deep color of honeydew honey. There is something disturbingly innocent in the girl's gaze, although she has at least one murder on her hands.

"Having a little scare will be really good for you, but watch out, or at least try to!" -the Ghost says, tightening his grip.

"I am not scared at all!" - Jude protests, although her accelerated heartbeat proves something completely different.

"Liar!" -he teases the girl, not letting her go, and oddly enough she even does not try to pull away. Garrett slides his hands down her back, more and more astonished. The thickness mortal's body is bewildering him more and more. It cannot be denied her hips are wider than the female faeries', not to mention this soft, agreeable weight of her full well-knit bosom. Turns out he was wrong thinking Jude is stout and heavy. If his hands were just slightly bigger, he would be able to close them around the small of her waist. Jude's wavy, unruly hair has a shine of polished bronze. Well, maybe today he would finally manage to carry out Locke's order.

Ballads and poems claim children are pure, innocent, defenseless and incapable of anything wrong. Admittedly no one but Grand General Madoc genuinely believes in such nonsense. Garrett neither had much to do with young ones, nor cared about them. He knows, however, that life of an orphan is particularly difficult, especially in Elfhame. After his father's death Garrett's mother had returned to the Seelie Court, where she used to be a lady-in-waiting, leaving her boy alone. Many years later the Ghost, absorbed with his spy work, never had time to think twice about this youthful, cold-blooded fairy woman, who couldn't stand looking at her son because merely the sigh of Garrett's face had made her heart twitch, reminding the lady of her deceased lover. There again, back in his childhood, the half fairy was in for either danger or pain.

He was neither proud nor woeful about poisoning Liriope, considering this murder as job like any other. The Ghost already had blood on his hands and killing one more debauched courtier should not have affected him... And yet he was wrong. Twelve-years-old Locke was concededly in far better situation than Garrett had been when his mother had left him – as Liriope's only child inherited his parents' estate and fortune, but taking the courtier's life, as well as killing her unborn baby, still bothered Garrett. Driven by remorse, the spy headed to Liriope's manor, where he found the boy playing in the maze and gave Locke his true name and offered protection.

Since then, Liriope's son has used the Ghost's true name just for his tricks, more or less cruel. It seemed almost useless so far - after all it was quite easy to make Nicasia cry even without using any kind of magic. Well, Garrett couldn't know that in his thoughts Madoc always calls Locke 'this little mischief-maker' or even ‘this little motherfucker’, hence the redcap truly hates the boy for taking his precious daughter’s virginity.

The Ghost didn't mind the boy's whims. All the petty dramas came out of spying on the noble fairy children, ridiculously long-tongued and imprudent, actually brought no real harm. Garrett guessed that Locke might want to play a trick on the High King, but he was pretty sure it would mean finding out and revealing some of Cardan's embarrassing secrets rather than stealing the girl he desires. After all Jude is so desperate to impress anyone that he wouldn't be surprised if a good half of the High Court has already tasted her. But now, looking down into those pure, nutbrown eyes Garrett starts to doubt his judgement about the Grand General's ward. Concededly her sweet, girlish face could be as mendacious as her human tongue. Garrett sighs and gingerly brushes the soft crook of Jude’s neck, peeking through her ridiculously shaped collar adorned with not much less ridiculous, greenish trim. Surprisingly the mortal’s skin is more delicate than any woman’s he know. The girl, visibly pleased with an unexpected caress, utters a satisfied moan and tilts her head back, baring her throat. Garrett’s fingers meet rough thread with dried rowan berries beaded on it. Without much thought the half-faerie pulls on it, tearing the necklace off.

“Jude Duarte, you are an idiot,” – he hisses, tightening his grip on her. “What have I always told you? Keep your eyes peeled, never let yourself be off your guard and don’t trust anyone. Mark my words, baby, unless you want to get into hot water,” – Garrett breathes, vainly seeking fear in dark eyes, staring back at him. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a little human who lives among the faeries to wear no charms? I bet you simply forgot to put on any more but this pathetic rowan berry necklace, didn’t you?” Jude just purses her plump lips and says nothing. “Well, your silence is a confirmation enough. Do you realize that with a single command I can force you to commit truly heinous acts or even take your own life?” – he purrs, pulling the girl tighter to him. Baby Duarte gnashes her teeth and tries to stand back – to no avail, as it turns out. “You see? I don’t even need magic to make you do weird things against your will. And trust me, it may be much, much worse. Do you even guess how it feels to be a mere toy in the hands of a callous and unprincipled puppet master? Of course you don’t, Jude,” – he snarls. “After all you are almost a child, incapable of recognizing the real evil, even if it came straight to you,” – Garrett whispers. Baby Duarte tilts her head up and looks into his eyes.

“Yes, I actually felt relieved and honored to have a questionable distinction of serving Prince Dain. In my eyes he used to be an incarnation of chivalric virtues as well as political sagacity. Yes, I used to cherish illusion his accession would be the beginning of a golden era of the Isles of Elysium. Yes, I was - and still am – young, inexperienced and kind of naïve. But then, how would you call the ones who remained by Dain’s side even though they knew his true colors, his wicked artifice and countless crimes? The ones who had so great hopes for him that and tight their future to him so tightly that after his death they did not really know what to do with themselves? Call me gullible and inexperienced, but with all certainty, you won’t accuse me of fatuousness and insaneness. The night he was murdered I managed to keep my cool and came across with a better plan than giving up my hopes for a better future. Confused as I was, I had the gall to steal Balekin’s crown and thwart my father’s plot,” – the girl exclaims ardently. Garrett bits his lower lip, hardly keeping himself from laughing. It flashes his mind that Jude’s vivid reactions and hot temper are truly disarming… Just like her sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks.

“You are a very cunning little seneschal indeed,” -he admits reluctantly, loosening his grip enough to let Baby Duarte make a step back, then draws near. The girl moves backward – just like he has expected. “And yet, you ignore the most sensible pieces of advice so stubbornly, as if you were but a bratty child, who always knows better just because they are already seventeen. You and I both know things can't go on like this, Jude. Today I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget,” – Garrett rasps, as the girl’s back hits the marble wall.

“Oh baby, what did I say about keeping your eyes peeled?” – he croons, and slightly pulls away, giving the mortal a chance to push him away… But Baby Duarte just clicks her tongue and audaciously tilts her head up.

“Yes, yes, you are right, you couldn’t be more right,” – she admits, reaching up on her tippy-toes. “It is known that I am a notoriously bad student and deserve the most severe of punishments.”

Garrett glances at Baby Duarte’s little heart-shaped face with mixed amusement and interest. No, he has never seen her like that – playful, good-humored and … visibly at ease. Such an agreeable change, really.

“It is the only hope to teach me anything, isn’t it?” – she teases. “Fess up, you want to do it for quite a while, don’t you?” Garrett looks down into Jude’s laughing eyes.

“You must be very brave or very stupid,” – he snorts, pushing the girl harder against the wall.

“Well, maybe I am both,” – Baby Duarte sighs, looking at him as if he was a particularly dumb child. It’s been all a bit much for him.

“But most of all, you are walking on a very thin ice,” – he hisses, peremptorily cupping Jude’s face. The girl gives him a quizzical glance. “Tell it to the hand, I’ve heard this like for a hundred times,” – she giggles. “I thought you'd be more creative than this, really. In spite of your youthful looks you are no longer…” – she does not finish the sentence, as Garrett presses his mouth against hers.

The mortal blinks her eyes in sheer astonishment. No one before has ever kissed her that hard. The half-faerie’s beautifully shaped lips turn out to be unapologetic, decidedly cruel, as if willing to subdue her. Jude gets a white-knuckle grip on his shoulders, she clings to the Ghost, as if he was the one steady thing in this insane, spinning world. She wants to give in to his rough caress, lose herself in the bruising kiss, and at the same time she does not. Their tongues fight, their teeth clash as they are trading vehement, frantic, frenzied kisses. Jude’s breasts, painfully taut are swell like a raging sea, as though the girl was struggling for a breath. The ghost’s lissome fingers tangle in her unruly locks, pulling on them hard enough to make her utter a muffled moan of mixed pain and pleasure. Thin fabric of her silk shirt – Oriana’s last gift to her - seems too rough, to coarse… The half-faerie holds her in a firm grip, kissing her fiercely, thoroughly, like there was no tomorrow. Jude blinks her eyes and snuggles up in his arms, her thigh brushes against his length... At this exact moment Jude Duarte, brave Lady the Seneschal, the Kingmaker and a brilliant strategist blushes then slightly pulls away, embarrassed to feel her lover’s arousal. Her back hits the cold wall again. The Ghost glances at her flushes face, pure mischief in his eyes, and yet his fingers gingerly trace her cheeks, wander down her neck now, they skim along her shoulders. Garrett's kisses become softer, more deliberate, more thoughtful, vaguely soothing. How could it be that a ruthless assassin, Dain’s right-hand man as well as her little brothers would-be murderer has such gentle, warm-colored eyes? Kiss me until I’m sick of it… Has she just found a cure for Cardan?

Garrett is truly surprised when Baby Duarte’s courage comes back to her. Jude shakes off her jacket and draws closer again, her little hands grab his hair, her mouth latch his lower lip, the girl begins gingerly sucking on it. It strikes him how innocent her kisses really are. Funnily enough Jude appears so endearingly oblivious to the fact that her touch can easily drive a man to despair. The half-faerie closes his eyes then grips her pert ass, completely taken aback with a jolt of pain when Baby Duarte’s sharp teeth sink into his lip. The girl breaks their kiss, chuckles and gives him a triumphant glance.

“Haven’t I told you I am a notoriously bad student?” – Jude purrs, playfully tugging on his collar.

“Well, well what else’s new?” – Garrett exclaims theatrically, keeping his eyes fixed on her sinfully innocent, soft lips, swollen with kisses and reddened with blood. “I haven’t given your silly words a second thought to be frank… Especially when I am dying to know what else your witty little mouth can do,” -he smirks, expecting Baby Duarte to blush and demurely lower her gaze, as befits a chaste little daughter of the noble Grand General. Nothing further from the truth! Jude just licks her lower lip, and gives him an impish smile.

“Pretty funny coincidence, don't you think?” – she asks, peering at him from under her thick eyelashes. “It just so happens I was wondering what else that wicked tongue of yours is capable of.”

#crack fic #jude duarte x the ghost #teacher/student relationship #fota #tfota #twk #fanfic

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ink-covered-princess · 1 year

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Teacher x student relationships are really attractive. There isn’t even a professor I’m particularly interested in but damn, the thought of one of them using me like a cheap whore over their desk before being so gentle and reassuring. Or of conditioning me into thinking that underwear makes me dumber so I should never wear them so he can always admire my perky nipples and I can spread my legs for him under the desk.

Fuck, I’m supposed to be writing an essay 🙈

#teachers pet #teacher x student #bd/sm blog #bd/sm babygirl #inky confessions #whor3 #bd/sm relationship

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sugawara--san · 19 days

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thinking about aizawa pairing bkdk together for the final exams based on their relationship instead of their grades or powers

#it's giving teachers that assign students they ship seats next to each other #jk but he was such a W for this like this was such a pivotal moment for their relationship development #bkdk vs all might lives in my head rent free #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #otp

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sugarhoneyicedgun · 25 days

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I hope Yolanda, somehow someway, knew that it was Kristen who saved her. I just wanna know that she was proud of Kristen one final time seeing that miracle she performed all for her.

#i’m so normal about them #I never had a good student/teacher relationship can you tell #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #kristen applebees #yolanda badgood

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virginsexgod69 · 29 days

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❝ Proud of You ❞

Pairing Professor! Rick Grimes x F! Student! Reader

summary Rick comforts you after finding out your biggest fear is disappointing him.

cw teacher - student relationship, power imbalance, age gap, crying, making out, riding, unprotected p in v, emotional hurt/comfort, pet names, 3rd person pov

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She nervously chewed on the cap of her pen. She knew she was fucked the moment she walked into Professor Grimes' classroom. She regretted every minute she spent doing anything but study for this damn test. Failing the test, however, was the least of her worries- it was disappointing her professor that she was the most worried about. She blinked back tears as she tried her best to answer questions about unstudied materials.

Once the other students had filed out the classroom and she was the only one left, she grabbed her sorry excuse of a test and approached his desk. Her tear filled eyes and quivering lips didn't go unnoticed by him.

"What's the matter?" he asked after collecting her test and putting it in a neat stack with the others.

"I fai-" her words got caught in the lump clogging her throat. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she attempted to blink back her tears.

"I failed!" she was finally able to say. But that admission broke the dam and sent hot, salty tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, sweetheart," he soothed as he grabbed her hand and guided her to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked her back and hushed her as her tears saturated his crisp, white button up shirt.

"You're a good girl with good grades. This won' mess up your grade too bad," he reassured. She sat up and he wiped her tears away with his thumb as she sniffled.

"Th-that's not what I'm worried about," she confessed.

"Well, then, wha's the problem?"

Her chin and lips started quivering again as new tears formed. "Y-you're gonna b-be," she took a stuttering breath, "disappointedinme!" She buried her face in his shoulder again as she sobbed even harder this time. He soothed her until her sobbing dwindled down into little whimpers.

"I ain' disappointed in ya. Everyone messes up," he reassured. She sat up and looked at him, mascara tears streaked down her pretty face. It broke his heart to see his star pupil in such a state.

"N-not me! I never m-mess up!" Fresh tears filled her eyes again, but before she could bury her face in his shoulder again, he cupped her cheek in his hand and swiped her tears away with his thumb.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he commanded. She couldn't look him in the eyes, not after this. It's one thing to absolutely bomb a test, but another to embarrass herself by being a sorry mess like this was something she doubted she'd ever come back from.

"Didn't I jus' tell you to do something?" he said more sternly this time. Her eyes snapped up to his, fearing disappointing him even more. Even though it was hard to hold eye contact, she didn't let hers waver and neither did he. She didn't see anything resembling disappointment in his eyes. In fact, he was looking at her so softly.

"You're r-really not disappointed in m-me?" she muttered.

"Didn't I jus' tell you that?" he teased, earning a small smile from the pretty girl in his lap for the first time all day. She wrapped her arms around him, but this time instead of crying, she pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated with fervor, slipping his tongue between her soft, glossy lips. Without breaking the kiss, she readjusted herself to straddle his hips, sitting right on top of his bulge. His hands slid up her thighs, creeping beneath her short skirt, and cupped her ass in his hands. She giggled against his mouth, a sound he was elated to hear after all her sobbing.

"I'm gonna make you proud, Professor Grimes," she whispered against his lips.

"Oh? How's that?" he asked. She already made him proud, but playing into her games wouldn't hurt. She ground down on his hardening cock, earning a breathy moan from him.

"The door's not locked," he warned.

"Then I'll make this quick." She undid his belt and unzipped his pants with quickness. Once his hard cock was no longer restricted by its confines, she stroked it a few times causing precum to bubble at the tip. Moving her panties aside, she lined him up with her entrance before sinking down. Rick Grimes was well endowed, so the stretch stung each time.

"Y'alright, sweetheart?" he asked. Her only response was pressing kisses to his jaw and neck as she undid his tie. His hands reluctantly stopped kneading her ass and instead helped pull her shirt over her head once she was done unbuttoning his. Her hands grasped his shoulders once she was ready to move again, and used them for support as she lifted herself off him, until only the tip was inside then dropped herself back down. His big dick filled her so good that the outline of it could be seen through her stomach. Rick's head lolled back as he moaned in pleasure, his grip on her hips almost bruising her soft skin. She squeezed him with her velvety walls, feeling ridge his veins provided.

"Feel so good, baby," he groaned as his student bounced on his cock. His hands traversed up her body, until they reached her bra. He unclasped the pesky thing and tossed it aside, releasing her breasts so he could watch the fleshy mounds bounce as she rode him. He took her nipples- hardened by the air conditioning blasting in the room- and pinched them between his index fingers and thumbs.

"Oh my god, Professor Grimes," she moaned out. Her calling him Professor Grimes during sex always did something to him. His cock twitched inside of her, his release not far.

"I'm 'bout to cum," she warned. He could tell by the way her rhythm became sloppy and the way she squeezed him.

"I know, baby, me too," he said before taking a breast into his mouth, nipping at and sucking on the nipple. His hand slid beneath her skirt and began rubbing the bundle of nerves through her panties. She screamed his name as she came, seeing stars as she did. Rick came too, his hot loads of cum filling up her sweet cunt as he threw his head back in ecstasy, guttural moans erupting from him. He continued to rub her clit until she came down from her orgasmic high. When she did, she slumped over onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, pressing a kiss to her slightly sweaty hairline.

"Did I make you proud?" she asked.

She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

"Always been proud of you, darlin'."

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