#no one’s saying there are No professors that dont push these thoughts but that has to do with them as individuals with biases

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Shameless, pt. 15

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hey guys.................. dont kill me. i'm so sorry for the incredibly lengthy hiatus.... i had no motivation, each time i opened the file to type i'd type a couple words, maybe a paragraph and close it. i finally found the motivation to finish this chapter recently, i'm hoping it stays. it's been a rough couple months, so hoping this can help me feel a bit better!!

i felt really guilty for sort of abandoning the fic where it was, but i couldn't force myself to write anything, there was no creative juice, i think i sort of burnt myself out. and for the previous posts saying i was back, i thought i was, but i'd have the smallest spark of inspiration and try to write, but then nothing happened, and i felt bad so i didn't want to say something like, sorry, i lied. :(

hopefully this chapter is okay, i know most of you won't like it, but i'm so glad i finally finished it, it was one of the hardest to write because i had so many ideas on how it'd end and effect the whole story itself, so i had to make sure it made sense.

i can't believe you guys are still here after so long, it made me emotional to see all of your asks and comments and likes, i was just floored to be honest, so thank you so much for your unwavering support. i love you all so so much. honestly. holy shit. this has been a journey. <3 i hope you guys are all doing brilliantly.

warnings: lack of snape, swearing, mentions of adultery, slight d*mestic v*olence, v*rbal a*use at the end

You didn't know where to go. You felt... lost. You couldn't exactly go back to your quarters, not with Ben there, you didn't need more questions about why you were crying your eyes out at this time of night. It's not like you could tell him the truth.

So, you did what anyone would: go for a midnight walk. Well, at least that's what you thought anyone would do when they had nowhere to go. You'd hoped that the fresh, cold air would soothe your burning lungs, and the gentle breeze would dry your teary eyes. In an even deeper, darker part of your mind, you also hoped that Black would find you. Perhaps that would make everything... easier.

With tears still streaming freely from your eyes and heavy feet, you padded towards the large, magnificent doors that led to the outside with your arms wrapped around your body tightly; trying your best not to breakdown until you were alone. Your hands were still shaking as you pushed them against the doors, opening it a tad as the cool wind blew through the crack and into your face. You gasped a little at the sharp breeze, but nonetheless you slipped out, and made your way into the courtyard. The temperature was a little more biting than you had anticipated, and so you squeezed your arms around yourself a little tighter, walking towards the infamous wooden, crooked bridge.

As you sauntered through the courtyard, the only noises you heard were the owls hooting in the distance, the gentle breeze brushing through the burnt-amber leaved trees and the faint clack of your heels against the cobblestoned ground. In all honesty, it did feel a little eerie to the say the least, but at this very moment that was the least of your worries. All you wanted was a little time alone to cry, or grieve what could have been with ...Severus.

Gods, it hurt to even think his name, let alone speak it.

You reached the wooden bridge, and you stopped in the middle of it; leaning against the intricately carved columns to gaze out at the highlands. The moonlight casted a gorgeous glaze-like reflection upon the Black Lake, and it twinkled beautifully, almost hypnotising you like an illusion. Your eyes flicked up to the moon and glanced around it, staring at the glittering stars surrounding it like a perfect painting. Only times like this did you miss teaching Astronomy. As your mind reeled back to your first year teaching at Hogwarts, you relished in the time where you did not know the man named Severus Snape, and suddenly your heart sank in your chest like an anchor dropped at sea. You were so naive back then, unknowing of what was to come.

As the memories of you and Severus flooded your mind like a dam breaking, you let yourself cry. You could still feel his lips on yours, his fingertips gently tracing the curves and grooves of your skin, the words he'd whispered into your ear - it was all there, stained on your skin, like a tattoo - or perhaps a branding. And now you had to live with it. You weren't sure if you'd survive this time, especially not with how deeply you felt for him. You were torn between pretending he didn't exist and trying to talk to him, perhaps even telling him how you felt, but truth be told you were petrified of how he'd react. Would he even look at you again with those glittering black eyes you'd come to adore so hopelessly? Would he dare speak to you again, knowing that he'd charmed you? Maybe he'd relish in the fact that he'd done so, take pride in bewitching you, and make you hurt for it. You knew Snape could be rather cruel, your school days here with him as your teacher was enough for you to know that.

All these unanswered questions swam through your head and you felt yourself becoming suffocated from them, and it suddenly felt as if your lungs had filled with water, drowning you. You sobbed helplessly as you slid down the wooden wall behind you with your hands against your face, the rough edges scratching your back through your clothes rather uncomfortably.

"Y/N?" A voice came from beside you, and you froze. You turned your head away from them and quickly used your sleeve to wipe your eyes, drying the tears that had fallen from them. Only one person has a voice as soft as the one you had just heard.

You gave yourself a moment to gather yourself before even attempting to use your voice.

"Hello, Remus." You croaked quietly, sniffling.

"What on Earth are you doing out here so late?" He questioned gently, and you heard him take a step towards you. "Are you alright?"

"Quite dandy," you sarcastically quipped, sighing deeply, "I'm brilliant..." You turned your head to face him, and immediately, his face softened at the sight of your own. You were sat up against the side of the bridge, knees up against your chest and your arms wrapped around them; nose and eyes red, wet with tears. Remus quickly dropped down to his knees beside you, placing a soothing hand upon your forearm.

"What happened?" Remus asked, careful to keep his voice quiet and soft. With empty eyes, you stared into his worried ones, and instantly you felt terrible. The last thing you wanted was people worrying over you.

You looked away, down at the ground. "I..." you mumbled, sighing, "it's a... long... story." You spoke slowly. From the corner of your eye, you saw a small smile quirk up on Remus's lips.

"I've got time, my dear." He replied as his thumb brushed your forearm, silently encouraging you to talk. You felt at ease in Remus's presence, it was almost like he had a calm aura around him, and naturally your body relaxed beside his. You took a deep breath.

"Erm," you choked, sniffling again, "it's Se... Snape." You couldn't bring yourself to say his first name without crumbling into a million pieces.

Remus let out a gentle breath. "Snape, of course," He tutted, glancing between you and the ground. "What's he done?" The fact that Remus reacted like he had expected Snape to have hurt you, further broke your heart. Were you the only one to have seen through his icy exterior?

"Broken my heart," You laughed dryly, and you had to fight back another bout of tears. Remus's brows furrowed in confusion at you. "We... I... Look, I'm not sure how to explain this to you. But... I fell..." You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence. Your heart hurt too much. You only hoped that Remus knew what you were about to say.

Remus blinked and stared at you, shocked. Clearly, the two of you had hidden your 'relationship' well - so well that everyone was oblivious to it. "You fell...?" He frowned.

"In love... with him..." You almost whispered, avoiding Remus's eyes. You weren't sure if you'd be able to handle the look in them.

"You're in love with... Severus?" Remus repeated, and you squeezed your eyes shut at his words. They were like daggers, stabbing your bleeding heart. It was almost like you could feel it trembling inside of your chest, begging you to free it from this cycle of torment. "But... Aren't you with... Ben? And... Severus... he's..."

"I know," you sighed, noticing his confusion, "I had feelings for Severus before I met Ben. And it sort of just, like, spiralled out of control, and now, erm, here I am- Gods, I should have just listened to Minerva, I wouldn't be here right now, hurting like this." You ranted, another strangled sob leaving your throat. Remus watched you, and his eyes softened. He felt terrible for you. "She warned me, Remus, why didn't I just listen to her?!" You cried, letting your head fall into your hands.

"Y/N," Remus whispered, reaching out a cautious hand to pry your face from your hands. With a soft gasp, you looked up with teary eyes, and he wiped a stray tear from your cheek. "We don't get to choose who we do and don't fall in love with. We follow our hearts blindly, most of the time, unknowingly." He said, and moved his hand from your wet cheek to your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "It's beyond our control who we love."

There was a moment of silence.

"...What do I do, Remus?" You sobbed softly, sniffling, looking at your knees.

"Have you told him?"

"No."

"I think you should."

"But what about Ben? Shouldn't I... deal with... that first?" You sniffled again. "And what if Severus doesn't feel the same way about me? Then what?"

Remus paused for a moment, thinking. You looked up at him. "What if he does?" He said, a small, comforting smile tickling his lips as he stared at you.

"Well- from the way he treated me earlier... I truly doubt it, Remus." You scoffed, glancing away from his pitying brown eyes.

Remus sighed, and you clenched your jaw. "Regret is a terrible thing, Y/N," he said, "it's such a short word, yet it stretches on forever." Your eyes were glued on the ground and your body was still, but your mind was running a million miles an hour.

You sat there in silence for a short moment, thinking deeply. Remus was right. You'd regret it for the rest of your life if you didn't tell Severus how you felt. That chance of him reciprocating your feelings was small, but it was still there. If he didn't feel the same, fine, you'd move on. Eventually. And if he did?...

"...Alright," You nodded sheepishly. "I'll tell him. I just... need to, erm, work out when and more specifically, how. Like, do I just straight up blurt it out? Work my way up to it? H-how do you know it's the right time?" You rambled with tears still falling from your eyes, glancing through them at Remus who sat beside you with a soft expression upon his features.

"You'll know." Was all he said before slowly standing and holding out a hand for you to take. Graciously, you took it, and Remus pulled you to your feet. "Feel better?" He hummed, casting a glance out at the moon, then a worried look suddenly struck his eyes. You noticed and frowned slightly at his behaviour.

The moon?

"A little." You forced a smile upon your lips, and lifted up a hand to wipe the remaining stray tears upon your red cheeks. Remus looked back at you, and returned your smile. "How come you were out so late?" You asked curiously, brushing off his odd reaction to seeing a moon.

"A walk in the night does me good," Remus shrugged, and began to walk back towards the castle with you beside him. "Clears my head."

"Ah, well, I suppose I'm glad you found me, then." You chuckled awkwardly, folding your arms against your chest.

Remus smiled at you and placed an arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze. "Let's get you back to your quarters, Y/N, you look like an ice block." He hummed and lead you back to the castle, but not before throwing another glance over his shoulder to the almost-full-moon.

Faint, footsteps trailed down an empty corridor, and a billowing black cape followed with it. As Severus marched, his chest felt horribly heavy, almost like there was a boulder chained to it, weighing him down. He couldn't figure out why he felt like this, and it was starting to make him a little irate. He knew it was something to do with you since it had started after you'd stormed out of his office.

As Severus was about to round a corner, the sound of familiar, sweet laughter rattled through his bones, and immediately he froze. Without a doubt, he knew it was you. Only you could have laughter that sounded like the sweet songs that birds chirped in the summer mornings. The breath in his lungs suddenly vanished and he quickly swooped himself behind a bookcase, poking his head out from the side of it to see who you were with.

The moment you appeared, that boulder chained to his chest became heavier, and he felt himself lean against the bookcase he hid behind. Severus's eyes widened as they glued themselves to the man beside you - Remus Lupin. His blood boiled at the sight.

What could have Lupin have said to make you laugh like that? He'd only heard you laugh like that when you were with him, not Lupin.

From a distance, he couldn't make out what the two of you were talking about, but it was obviously hilarious. Severus's jaw clenched as he watched Lupin place a hand upon the small of your back, guiding you.

Guiding you... inside your quarters?

Snape hissed silently to himself as he stared, his sharp and hardened eyes welded to the back of Lupin's head like molten metal. As your door shut, Snape could only huff in disgust with bared teeth. What were the two of you doing in there? It was past midnight and you and Lupin seemed happy as Larry to go into your quarters. Snape couldn't bear the idea of you and Lupin alone together - let alone the fact that Lupin had had his damned, grubby paws on you. Severus clenched his jaw in a violent fashion, very clearly upset at how you'd moved on so quickly, especially with another professor at Hogwarts. Was this your thing? Bewitch every lonely professor that you laid your wretched eyes upon and then move onto the next? Did it make you feel better about yourself in some fucked up way?

An uneasy, bitter feeling twisted inside of his chest as he pictured the two of you alone and he whipped around out of spite; the swoosh of his long, black cloak filling the silent hallway. How could you move on so quickly, so... easily? 

"Never did I think I'd see the day that someone told me they fell in love with a man like Severus Snape." Remus laughed softly as he waddled to your sofa, glancing at you as if to ask if it was alright to sit. You nodded at him.

"And yet here we are." You hummed with a flat mouth, clearly not as amused as your friend was. "Sometimes I wish I was as emotionally guarded as he was, but then I remember how bloody miserable that would be." You mumbled, earning an abrupt laugh from Lupin who'd settled on the couch with a soft sigh.

Ben was nowhere to be seen, so you assumed he was asleep in the bedroom.

"Severus is an interesting character, most definitely," Lupin nodded and you turned around, walking towards him to join him on the sofa. "And I applaud you for being able to tame him. If it's any consolation, only one other woman had been able to, though I think it was... unintentional, if you will."

"Unintentional?" You questioned, your tone curious. Though almost instantly, that curiosity was killed as the thought of Severus with another woman stabbed at your fragile heart. "Actually, I'm not sure if I want to hear this right now." A dry laugh slipped from your lips and you exhaled sharply as another wave of tears prickled at your waterline.

"Alright." Lupin said softly, taking notice of your quivering voice. He stood up with a breathy groan and shuffled towards you, slinking an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. It was calming, and the way he hugged you reminded you of all the times your parents would comfort you as a child. As Lupin gave you a supportive squeeze, it was as if he'd accidently pushed the button for the waterworks - hot tears began to stream down your cheeks once again, and you sobbed quietly into his wrinkled shirt.

"Hey," Lupin sighed as he watched your shoulders shake with sorrow. His hand sat on the top of your arm, squeezing it gently: a dire attempt at consoling you. "Don't cry, Y/N, it'll pass."

"Idon'twantitto-" You mumbled into his shirt, sniffling loudly. Lupin's brows furrowed together in confusion as he paused for a brief moment, silently trying to decipher what you'd just said.

"What?" He asked gently, leaning his head down so he could hear you a little better. You lifted your head from him, sighing, another heartbreaking sniffle sneaking out of your reddened nose.

"I don't want it to." You repeated yourself, lifting a hand up to wipe your wet eyes lazily.

"I know. But it will." Lupin sighed too. "Severus is... a very... damaged man," He cringed slightly at his choice of words, but he continued, "I'm not even sure that you could help him- or fix him."

At this point, you were staring soullessly at the floor, and the only thing you could feel was Lupin's chest against your shoulders. Were you and Severus really a lost case? You felt like you'd made so much progress, he'd opened up to you, he'd... he also ran away again. Perhaps your friend Remus is right.

"I think I want to be alone." You suddenly blurted out, slowly glancing up at the professor with glossy, red eyes. Lupin blinked at you, confused for a moment, though he quickly came to. He didn't blame you for saying such a thing - you'd just had your heart ripped out, to put it simply.

Remus didn't say anything, he only nodded, offering you a kind, yet pitiful smile - and that hurt you slightly. You didn't want his pity, in fact, you didn't want anyone's pity. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." He muttered, brushing a hand through your hair softly. You shut your eyes for a moment and sighed, a small gush of guilt filling your body. Here Lupin was, trying to console you, and you're kicking him out. You hoped he didn't take it personally.

"I'm sorry, I... I just need to be alone." You quickly offered. Remus shook his head and frowned at you.

"No, I understand. See you in the morning, Y/N. Feel better soon." The professor smiled at you and this time it wasn't rich with pity, but kindness. He tipped his head at you and began to shuffle his way towards the door, opening it with a quiet creak from the oak. Before he disappeared out of your chambers, Remus turned around and smiled at you once more, slipping away.

Seconds after the door shut, a drowsy-looking Ben opened your bedroom door, popping his head out. He squinted at the bright light, clearly having just woken up. That settled your nerves slightly, since you'd just spoken about Severus with Remus, only a few metres away from Ben.

"Are you crying?" Ben yawned, his bushy brows furrowed in either confusion or annoyance - at this point you couldn't tell.

"No," You coughed and turned around to pretend to do something else as you wiped at your eyes. "I'm fine, go back to bed, Ben." A curt sigh fell from your lips, and almost immediately you heard footsteps padding closer to you. "I'm fine." You repeated, listening as his feet stopped behind you.

"What happened?" Ben asked, the tiniest hint of sympathy in his voice made you shiver slightly.

"Nothing, it was just a rough day at work, honestly. I'd rather not talk about it." Your brows shot together as you tried to keep the tears at bay, but you couldn't help but think about Severus as Ben placed a hand on your waist in an attempt to pry you away from the countertop and towards him. You didn't want anyone else's hands on you but his.

"Hey," Ben said softly, though it felt heavy in your chest. "It's work. It won't matter in a day or two." You were silent. "Y/N?"

"I need a drink." You muttered and forced yourself to look at Ben, cringing slightly as you walked past him and towards a glossy wooden cabinet in the corner of your chambers. You rarely drank, and if you did, it was to either celebrate something, or forget something.

Another uncomfortable silence fell on top of the pair of you.

"Want one?" You asked with no emotion in your voice.

Ben hesitated for a moment, his groggy eyes staring at the back of your figure, silently trying to deduce you. "...Sure."

You were going to regret this.

You'd changed into comfier clothes, more specifically a pair of forest green silk shorts and a matching camisole top. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you faced Ben as he was sat on the windowsill opposite you, nursing his glass of wine. After a few strong sips, the pair of you were chatting and reminiscing like old pals. "Remember that time when I turned Peter Kipling into a weasel in McGonagall's class?" Ben giggled drunkenly, elbowing you gently as you nodded with tears in your eyes, an amused grin spread across your face.

"Oh my- I forgot about that!" You wheezed, smacking your lips together. "Didn't you get... like... at least- like a month's detention for that?" You laughed, slurring, taking another sip of your glass of Elven wine. You winced slightly at the strong aftertaste as it burned your throat. That was to be your last drink, you couldn't take much more.

"Ohh, yeah, I d-id," Ben hiccuped, his laughter dying out as he sighed; his tired eyes falling onto you. Shuffling under his gaze, you felt slightly uncomfortable. A brief yet thick silence suddenly engulfed the two of you like a slow-burning fire. Ben stood from where he'd been sat, stumbling over to where you were, stopping just in front of your knees.

"I miss talkin' to you, Y/N." He sighed, taking his hand and placing it upon your cheek; carressing the apple of it with his rough thumb. The strong scent of alcohol on his breath made you gag a tad - you were drunk as well, but the smell of it wasn't pleasant, especially from his mouth.

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden contact.

"..Yeah." You answered quietly albeit awkwardly as you stared up at Ben. Though, all the wine you'd consumed was making him look like someone... else - the darkness wasn't helping either, in fact it was fueling your hallucinations. The dark cast of a shadow from the lit candles behind him made his nose appear larger, and his cheekbones a little more pronounced.

Slowly, he crouched down until you two were eye-level, his hands slipping to your ankles. Your body stiffened slightly at the feeling. "Ben.." You warned, sighing as the drunk buzz and pleasurable tingle from the pads of his fingers was starting to cloud your mind.

"Whaat?" He whispered, heavy-lidded eyes still glued to yours as his fingers began to trail up your calves. Ben began to stand up slightly, pushing his face dangerously close to yours, and so you leant backwards to avoid him, your back gradually making contact with the bed. He shuffled forwards slightly, pressing a knee against the edge of the bed to balance himself.

You shouldn't be doing this, you knew that, but Gods, the alcohol was truly fucking with your morals and mind.

Would it hurt?

Just a little... taste...?

You shut your eyes as you became lost in the feeling; his fingers reaching the backs of your soft thighs, a breathy sigh falling from your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes again as Ben's smalelr nose pressed into your neck, followed by his wet lips. You gasped as his hands found your torso, his fingers pressing a little too harshly into your flesh. 

Severus.

Memories of him suddenly flooded your mind like a reservoir breaking a dam, flushing out anything that didn't embody him. All the times Severus had attacked your supple flesh beautifully; pulling gorgeous moans from those pink lips of yours. Your brows furrowed together as your body silently yearned for his touch. It hurt.

You were stuck between stopping this and just shamelessly indulging in the dark, twisted fantasy of pretending that Ben was Severus. You were being so selfish. And yet, you didn't care, all of the emotional turmoil that you'd been through tonight was pushing you to the edge - all you wanted was the man who didn't love you, who only saw you as a quick fuck, maybe some midnight company. 

You shut your eyes again and tried your best to imagine him. With a sigh, you ran your hand up Ben's neck and into his hair, though it wasn't the same. You missed the way you'd tangle your fingers in his raven-black locks, gripping on it as he'd ravish your neck and breasts like some mad professional. Sighing frustratedly, you moved your hands down to his shoulders, expecting the rough, black fabric of Severus's robes, and yet you were met with the flimsy, thin fabric of Ben's white cotton t-shirt.

You felt so fucking pathetic.

Knock, knock.

You froze, eyes snapping open as quick as lightning. Was there someone at the door?

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Ben groaned drunkenly as he continued to kiss your neck. Unfortunately for him, the feeling had worn off the second you heard those knocks.

"The knocks at the door."

"You're.. imag-ining things, baby." Ben sighed and hiccuped once more, his uncomfortably hot breath on your neck made you shiver. At this point, Ben was much more drunk than you, and so with your remaining energy, you rolled him off of you. "Whoa- heey-!" He groaned as you slipped from underneath him, padding to the door. You didn't bother to check if he was alright, the only thing on your mind was who was at your door at this time of night.

Was it him? Did you want it to be him?

Reluctantly, you reached out your hand to open the door.

Nobody was there.

You frowned and leaned forwards, poking your head out to glance around. The corridor was empty, completely empty. That was incredibly weird, did you imagine those knocks? You sighed softly - perhaps you were a little disapppointed. Turning around, you shut the door, only to be faced with Ben sat sloppily in a chair with a face like thunder.

"Waitin' for someone?" He asked with a flat tone, his head lazily cocked to one side, still clearly drunk.

"What?"

"You know what I'm talkin' abou', Y/N." Ben said with the same tone, standing up, albeit unsteadily. You swallowed as he inched closer towards you, dragging his feet, your toes burying themselves against the hard wooden floor beneath your feet. "I know about the notes you kept. From him." He spat, pointing his finger at your face. Your heart instantly began to gallop; the pounding of its beats echoed in your ears like a harrowing scream in the night.

The notes...

"Excuse me?" You choked out, brows furrowing together in complete shock.

This was not how you wanted this to go down.

"I went through yer little drawers. In yer greenhouse," Ben scowled, his nose turning upwards in what you could only describe as disgust. "All of his little notes were perfectly preserved, and mine? Well-" Your mind was running so quickly that you could barely even listen to what he was saying - the fact that he went behind your back and invaded your privacy was the only thing sticking out to you as of right now. Your skin felt like it was on fire as the anger began to flood your veins.

"You went through my drawers, Ben?!" You yelled, shoving a finger in his face.

"That's the only thing you care abou'?! Not the fact that you secretly- obviously, have some sort of fucked up... thing for a man who treats people like they're the tiniest bit of shit on 'is shoe?!" Ben screamed back drunkenly as he bared his teeth, stomping towards you and smacking your finger away. "The fuck is wrong withya?"

You knew this could get ugly quite quickly, especially as Ben was drunk - a lot drunker than you. But at this moment, your anger was far too hot to even think about cooling things down.

You scoffed at him, your lips twitching upwards into a disgusted sneer. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Going through my stuff?!" You shouted at him, taking a step backwards as he began to get a little too close for comfort. "That's not okay, Ben!"

"How long has it been going on?" Ben asked, his tone suddenly calm. That put you on edge.

You paused for a moment, pondering on his question. It was probably best that you didn't answer that. "We're done here, Ben." You clenched your jaw, silently readying yourself for some sort of explosion.

"How long, Y/N?!" Ben yelled. The way the whites of his eyes were basically screaming at you made you feel terrified. In this current moment, there was only one pair of arms that you wish you were being held in. The man in front of you backed you up to the door, and you could only stare at him, for your wand was foolishly placed inside the pockets of your robes hung in your bedroom. Tears burned in your eyes as the guilt you'd tucked away was finally waking up and holding your body hostage with it's incredibly heavy weight. "Did you fuck 'im? Is that why ya never slept wit'me for months? Because you were too ...busy being his fucktoy?" Ben slurred, his face red and lips wet with saliva from how he'd been shouting.

"Shut up!" You cried at Ben as the tears began to break free from you and run down your cheeks like melting diamonds. This was so not the way you wanted this to go. "Please, just stop!" You were sobbing at this point as his words pierced your heart, quickly reminding you of what Severus truly thought of you.

"Oh, fuck sake, stop with the cryin'," Ben growled, drunkenly shoving a hand into your shoulder, sending you barreling backwards and into the door. You winced slightly as the bone of your shoulder blade made contact with the metal bar on your door. "Whiny bitch, yer the one in the wrong, not me!" He grumbled with a heavy sigh, turning away from you.

"Shit, Ben-" You gasped as you leaned forwards and pushed yourself off of the door, however, a sharp and excruciating pain shot across your shoulder as you tried to move it. "What the hell were you thinking?!" You whined, stumbling to the countertops of your kitchenette to lean on it. Your shoulder was fucking killing you.

"Me? What was I fuckin' thinkin'?!" A sarcastic, manic laugh fell from his lips and immediately you regretted your choice of words. The man spun on his heel, and suddenly he donned a wand in his hand. Now, you were scared for your life. "You're one to talk... you know what... I'm going to have you fired... yeah... blacklisted. From every job in this fuckin' area! That'll teach you to be a whore!" Ben screamed the last word so loudly that you were sure every sleeping student and teacher heard it. Your jaw ticked, and you had to look away, your face painted an embarrassed shade of scarlet.

Your heart dropped at his words. No way was this happening.

"You can't do that." You whispered, tears still streaming from your eyes as you stared at the ground.

"I work at the Ministry, darlin', anything is possible."

"Fuck you."

"What did you just say t'me?"

"Fuck you!" You cried out hoarsely with one hand on your shoulder and the other gripping the countertop. An animalistic like growl fell from your ex-boyfriend as he stormed towards you, fury burning bright in his eyes. He raised his wand, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for some sort of spell to hit you.

"Stupefy!" A familiar voice commanded, the swish of a spell following it suit. Then, a loud thud.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes to see Ben laying on the floor, unconscious in a pool of his own saliva. Your chest heaved with fear, and you were incredibly scared to look up to see who had come to your rescue. Frozen, you stood still in your place, though you could feel your knees beginning to buckle. Within seconds you were on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, your lungs on fire from how harshly you were breathing. Merlin, you could've just died.

uh oh.. who saved her?

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[elliereject]

ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!

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[doukeshi-kun]

a promise is a promise

daddy's home 😘

🌃-anon here ^^ hooray!!

okay okay phew it's been so long i forgot how to write anon ask but, a comeback is desperately needed to save the day. I'm here to talk about professor!nikolai agenda. your girl started uni and i need to cope.

while collegestudent!nikolai has been eating my brain like crazy, professor!nikolai is as needed. i might hit you up with college student nikolai someday tho cuz my classmates are all weird and i need that daily dose of delusion that someday, i'll meet a student as awesome and as fun as nikolai is in my head

little disclaimer to anyone reading this: dark content ahead. we dont do any of that irl it's just fiction, so if you're sensitive to prof x student shit keep scrolling. i say reader is 20-ish and papi nikolai is pushing 30 😁

random prof!nikolai headcanons ahead 🗣️

prof kolya is definitely one of the cool teachers on campus yk? the type that's loved by all of the students because of how laid back he is and how much he doesn't give a shit yk??? like "prof we didn't study for the test tomorrow can we postpone it?" "we will. i havent put the text either" 💀 that type you know?

BUT simultaneously, he can also be really strict depending on the context yk? while he's chill, he can't tolerate disrespect like, not at all. he jokes around with his students but with limits and boundaries.

clothes-wise i feel like he dresses super well 🤔 as opposed to headcanons I've seen, i dont think he dresses weird or in an eccentric way like canon nikolai is, he wears casual clothes :3 fashionable? yes. but nothing weird. he's tall, broad with really unique features (i imagine nikolai with one of them typical european noses and plump looking lips. this part is totally up to you tho)

prof kolya was a really unproblematic physics professor (yk in canon he has teleportation abilities so uh) that is until y/n took a course with him,

we're met with two cases: y/n is calm and quiet in class, y/n puts herself out there. now let's be for real, teachers love good students so the higher the grades the better the sex more you'll get attention from him (god imagine nikolai praising you😮‍💨)

now if you're quiet- OMG since he gets along well with students i feel like he'll openly joke around with students except for you (if you're quiet) he'll just talk with you in a low voice (btw i imagine classes like, small classes not amphitheaters or any of that) let me elaborate: you're in class yk he's explaining quantum physics or some shit and occasionally interacting with his students. his gaze falls on you once he's standing right in front of your desk and lets a small question slide like "is it ok?" "do you get it?" or flashing you a small smile or so 🤭 he's not mocking you or anything he's being genuine (for once) bc you're openly his favorite

and by that, and as someone who's a favorite for nearly all my professors so far the privileges i get isnt anything like grades or whatever but more like validation? im a good student i dont need their crusty dusty extra credits. one of the privileges i get is for example, during exams, the prof tells me "so, [name], we're scoring an A+ in this test too?" yk and it's genuine so nikolai i that type too.

(i leave anything sexual or suggestive for you to develop bc im really bad and awkward at that)

conclusion: he shamelessly favorites you in front of other students.

though you two would become a thing faster if reader is on the more loud type in his class: always participating, asking questions, joking around maybe.... i feel like when you have a question thats a little long to explain, he'd ask u to come to his office and what happens there is up to your imagination dear bean

will quickly become your number one emotional support throughout college 🥱 imagine not doing well in the exam and you go to his office to talk to him about it and he comforts you by [redacted]

anyways i could go on and ramble forever. i'd love to hear your dirty thoughts on this nikolai au :3 what i wrote is hella long and messy but we're mere disciples beanie, you're the writer here hehe

as usual, have a good/day night!!

I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH *sloppily kissing slop slop*

first of all, yeeee goodluck with college and don't die bcs i almost did 😎👉 and secondly, no let's NOT get nikolai pushing 30s. HE IS 35 ATLEAST IDC HAHAHA im gonna reply to each one headcanon bcs you deserve it girlie 💋✨

yes! he totally gives me the vibe to be laid-back at his work. he's so gonna do something like that lmao. also, despite his laid-back persona and he's always like “ehh~ just answer this easy ass quiz and i'll take it as your assignment mark”, i do think he does his job greatly. there's a time where he needs to get things done and while it doesn't seem like he's doing shit, he actually GETS. SHIT. DONE. that's why he isn't fucking fired 💀

strict prof. nikolai.... ugh *spreads legs*😝 i agree. he does have limit and i feel like he wouldn't scold people or raise his voice but certainly when he's being colder and quieter, oooh you fucked up big time

i do think he wears classic style to go to classes! i'm thinking... dark academia. and yes, he's tall and broad and so big✨ i feel like it also depends on the subject. if prof nikolai is teaching theatre or drama... those kind of things, he will wear something maximalist, if that makes sense? imagine a mad hatter-themed suit but formal. unfortunately, i can't draw for life.

physics professor hmmmm why don't he come here and expand the space of my quantum pussy😏😏

i can imagine raaaaaaa :barkbarkbark: him praising you in front of the whole class because you got quite high marks for physics ahakss😝

HMMMMMMM SOFTY :feral: i can't fucking breathe😩 yes he'd totally be loud to those who are loud with him but if you're quiet and serene, he'll be soft as fuck rrrrrrrrr imagine him noticing you not understanding something and he takes the initiative to come to your desk, teach you with the softest (yet deep) voice ever. NOT MOCKING ME TOO? woah what a green flag 💚

lmfao i can totally relate with you😭 honestly, validation is too pressuring, stressing and overwhelming for me. i hate when teachers are like “so, elie, you can score A for this right?” bih i just barely got the B-grade fym (burnt-out gifted kid be like;). anyway, i'm half-half on this. but i do think if he makes such comments, and he notices you aren't uncomfortable, he wouldn't go put his way to directly say that. maybe he just makes comment that implies he does have certain expectations on you

(i'll develop the sexual things myself *takes off his pants and develop his wood*)

conclusion: he becomes my favourite subject😝❤️

i'm honestly thinking that he prefers it if you are an active student. idk, for me, nikolai (in general) likes challenges and fun. so if you're actively questioning this or that, he'd take interest in you really quick. also, i will invite myself into his office tyvm

definitely get emotional. lmao imagine ranting about other professors with him and he just supports you

well my dirty thought is that he becomes my private tutor. HA HOW BOUT THAT HUHHH but in all honesty, i love the thought of him riling and teasing you instead of yk, playing favourite and get you alone in his office. he likes edging people and he'd surely likes it if you tease him back too ayy papi😝

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[thirstingfortoxicmen]

Can I request an Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader? Where the reader is really pent up and just needs a break and Ominis gladly helps reader turn his brain off. (Dom Ominis and Sub Reader) please

Yes absolutely 👍 just a warning ive never done sub reader so... we shall see how this goes! (also it deleted my progress so this is me starting over😭)

(oneshot) 🔞🔞🔞

You feel so Beautiful🔞

Dom Ominis x Sub male Reader

(not my photo)

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“ughhhhhh…” WHAM! my head hits the desk, rather hard but alas still not enough to swindle my headache. Unfortunately, I had woken up with a headache and people have been feeling extra dumb today, which was not helping. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and hope to Merlin everyone goes away so I can pass away… swiftly… please? I quickly realize there is no god as i get a rude tapping on my shoulder. I take a deep breath in and raise my head from my desk only to find… the godstones kid again.

Dear Merlin I swear if thi- she interrupts me before I can spit my thoughts out, “I need your help, some kids took my gobstones again.” I deadpan.

“Have you even looked yourself, because last time i helped you it took me no less than 5 minutes, basic magic, and simple common sense.” I ask, headache brewing up a storm of death and suffering.

Her face flushing at the (accurate) accusation, “I- well its just- umm… no.” She practically mumbles the last part, she starts shuffling her feet back to the door she marched through feeling so courageous just a second before.

“yeah that's what I thought,” I mutter to myself, as she swiftly leaves the room.

“That was rather odd, what did she want?” I hear Ominis ask. He takes his seat next to me,

“Sebastian being out sick has made me realize how many bothersome people beg for my attention, her for example, wanting me to find her gobstones… again,” I sigh as I say it. Ominis chuckles at my frustration.

“That's true, Sebastian is a great guard dog that is for sure.” Ominis’s hand finds my thigh and he starts caressing it gently, sliding me closer to him. I rest my head onto his shoulder, headache dissipating slowly but surely. Also slowly but surely I feel Ominis creep his hand higher up my thigh.

“Ominis… class just started dont start teasing me now,” as I whisper that into his ears I feel his smirk grow across his face.

“Whatever could you mean,” the sarcasm audible in his voice. I see him flick his wand slightly and as I was about to ask what he'd done I felt a disillusionment charm wave over our laps. My eyes grow wide for a moment only to force my face back to normal so as to not draw attention. My cock twitching against my pants as Ominis teases me. My face had bloomed into a bright shade of red as Ominis pretends all is normal.

“Ominis please…” I beg softly, thanking Merlin that we sit at the back of the class.

“Professor, could I please be excused to Madam Pomfry’s my eyes seem to be bugging me.” Ominis speaks up.

“Yes of course Mr. Gaunt, here let's have someone help you there. hmmmm, Mr. L/n how about you help Mr. Gaunt to Madam Pomfry’s.” the professor declares.

“Yes Professor,” I manage out. My lower half now throbbing with anticipation. I quickly gather our stuff and pretend to guide Ominis to the hall, door shutting behind us. I follow Ominis as he leads me to the Undercroft. He grabs my collar pulling me close.

“Just let me do everything, alright.” Ominis all but demands. He pushes me lightly against a wall, grabbing my chin with one hand the other pressing against my erection. I exhale at the pressure, hearing that Ominis pulls me in and we kiss deep. His tongue working his magic. His hands float down below, freeing his member first then mine. Both of us red at the tips, after almost 30 minutes of teasing. Precum leaking onto the floor as Ominis grabs us both, the action causing me to groan into his mouth. We part for a breath of air. “Accio desk,” Ominis pants out. A desk from nearby pulling up behind me, he sits me on it. Slowly he starts stroking his one hand stroking both erect, leaking cocks. My hips stuttering into his hand as I grow close to the edge.

“Ominis please!” I moan out, his hips stuttering when he hears it. “I'm getting close!” We start making out again, his tongue now scouring my mouth.

“God you feel so beautiful,” Ominis groans into my ear. Like a switch flipping my eyes flutter and I moan out softly, holding onto Ominis’s shoulders I cum. Ominis looking frustrated and on the verge triggering me to hop off the desk and down to my knees. I move Ominis’s hand off his cock and take him into his mouth, he grabs my hair and forces me down. Gagging on him I look up at his face and see a flushed face. Tears welling in my eyes I hear, “C-cumming!” I wait until he finishes before removing my mouth and swallowing. “You did so amazing my dove,” Ominis says. Helping me to my feet I cast a cleaning charm, the mess vanishing. “We should probably go back to class now,” Ominis says whilst holding my face in his hand.

“Ugh, don't remind me.” I say over exaggerating my face. Ominis laughs, having felt my face move.

“Darn…”

“What?”

“It seems my eyes still hurt,” A smirk growing across Ominis’s face.

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[priceyprice]

I loved reading the Christmas fic! it was so cute but all I could think about after was reader giving him back the promise ring when he pushes reader away

I love your writing and hope you had a good start to the new year <3

Oh my, thank you so much, my dear! Happy New Year to you too! I hope you have a good start! I apologize for the late reply. I'm so happy people liked the Christmas ver. I dont know if you have read the version of how things would've "ended" for them. Here's the other version.

The part you're talking about would've been like this (derived from the other version):

Prof!Price

Prof!Price as he's in his apartment, beside his liquor shelf, taking a glass of his favorite whiskey already losing track of how many glasses he had poured to himself.

His apartment was dark. The only thing that brought light to the place was the fireplace in his living room.

His mind was fogged with thoughts about her. How the light from her eyes disappeared the moment he spoke, feeling his lips burned as if the three obnoxious words had had some kind of acid in them.

"Let's end things here."

He will never tell her the reason he broke up with her was because the superiors found out about a student in a relationship with one of her professors, causing her to get expelled and getting her student record damaged.

He actually doesn't care if he gets fired or gets his professor's license revoked. He's already a grown man with many things accomplished in his life.

Unlike her.

She's still pursuing her career. How can he be so self-centered and damage all the sacrifice and work she has done so far?

He couldn't find the guts to do that. He isn't selfish enough to throw all her hard work to the cliff just because he wants to be with her.

So now he's here, rotting in only memories of her because he decided to terminate things.

He doesn't want to get used to the silence of his apartment. He doesn't want to get used to the absence of her presence. He doesn't want to get used to her perfume fading away from his sheets. To the phantom of her skin flushed against his, creating a perfect puzzle as if their bodies were made for each other. To the memory of her smile haunting his dreams every night. Fuck he doesn't want anything of this.

But again, he was the one who made the decision.

So he needs to get used to all of this.

His thoughts drifted away when he heard soft sounds on the floor of his living room.

Price knows those footsteps very well, and he memorized them like it was his own heartbeat.

His eyes went up, finding the one who hadn't left his mind, not even for a second. Who has his reason for living in the palm of her hand, between her pretty fingers.

"What are you doing here?"

It's not surprising to find her inside of the apartment since she knows the password of his door lock. And he doesn't have plans to change it either since the password is her birthday.

She just stared at him without saying anything. Even just two weeks have passed since they had talked, but it felt like a year. Everything was going slow for both of them. Everything was going downhill.

Price sighed, dropping his shoulders in a tired expression when she just stood there in silence. "Look, I don't have energy to talk about the reason I broke up-..."

"I'm not here to talk about that, John." He almost closed his eyes when his name rolled out of her tongue like honey. He missed it so much.

She started to walk closer to him until they were in front of each other. He could now see her face clearly. Her eyes were dull, red and puffy, with slightly bags under it. Product of the sleepless nights crying under her covers.

She was broken.

And it was his fault.

He will never forgive himself for that.

"I came to give you this." She opened her hand in front of him, revealing the beautiful morganite ring he gave her on Christmas day. If his heart couldn't be more broken, this time is shattered into pieces.

A symbol of his love, a part of his heart and soul is in that ring.

A ring he once gave her with the promise of a marriage and a beautiful life together.

But now, it was all gone.

He remembered he told her that if things went south, she could give him back the ring, ending things. He said that with the hopes of never getting it back, but here it is, in front of him shining like it holds the last bit of hope of their now nonexistent relationship.

He took it slowly from her hand. Fingers caressing lightly her skin, feeling that burning sensation reminding both of them those feelings are still fresh, difficult to get rid of them.

He looked at the ring for a few seconds, remembering the joy he felt when she accepted the ring.

"You can keep the ring-..."

"You told me to give it back if something happens and... It happened." Her eyes itched, ready to let tears stream down, but she tried to stay strong. She's tired of crying every night for the same thing.

"Just accept it, John. Please."

His eyes went up to her and saw the pleading look she was giving to him. Price can understand she wants to pass the page and move on for her own good, but a part of him doesn't want her to give up on him. To give up on the devotion he has for her. She will always be his one and only love for the rest of his days. His every breath, every heartbeat will be for her and only her.

So because he loves her so much, he will respect her decisions and let her move on.

He gave her a little smile, making her skip a beat. "I understand. Thank you for bringing it to me."

She nodded without reciprocating the smile. Taking a few steps back, she looked at that familiar spot on the floor in front of his fireplace. The same spot he gave her the ring before saying their I love you's to each other in between moans and kisses. Her gaze went back to him, memorizing those beautiful blue eyes she would always have in her mind, heart, and soul.

"Goodbye, Professor Price."

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I apologize for any misspelling or mistakes. Any suggestions or requests are appreciated. 🫶

#captain price #john price #john price x reader #cod mw2 #task force 141 #141 x reader #cod 141 #fanfic #prof price #professor price

[scuttle-buttle]

In full disclosure, I haven't seen MOTA yet (seeing all of your recent posts is pushing it higher up my list!! Especially since I love BoB so much) - but what are your thoughts/HCs for Crosby and/or Rosie for (and apologies if these are already addressed... otherwise just have fun with what you want 😊):

Favorite holiday? Any traditions that they particularly enjoy and/or will miss? Would they enjoy or hate each other's traditions?

Who writes the better letters?

Does one enjoy going to the movies more than the other? Would they enjoy the same types of films or debate who's better (Bogart or Grant or other)

Favorite desserts? Once the war is over and rationing ends, will one of them eat their weight in chocolate cake or cherry pie or other?

Take care, Bee!

Holiday:

crosby is a Christmas guy. Grew up in a house in the Midwest who's mom baked cookies and treats especially at Christmas. He loves the lights and the decorations and the excuse to kiss his loves more under the mistletoe.

Rosie likes Purim a lot, the costumes and games and parties. (Take this with a grain of salt because I am not well educated on Jewish holidays, but I know I heard that Purim is one of the more fun holidays)

They enjoy participating in each other's traditions and holidays. I think during the war the whole point of the fight was to prevent evil and promote the ideas behind the beauty of cultures and peoples and traditions.

Letters: I dont think I could really pick one above the other? They are both obviously very talented with their words. Rosie reads like crazy, and Crosby becomes a lit professor or something. Language is important and special for them.

Films:

Oh rosie is a cinephile 110% he will go see every new movie in the theater. In fact it becomes him that other lawyers and employees at his firm go to for movie recommendations. That being said, he prefers comedies to anything else that's too dramatic. Like he will 100% go see a movie he won't enjoy for the sake of not being a quitter and seeing things through. And he can say he's seen everything once.

Crosby will go to the theater if the film sounds good. I take him the type to love all sorts of movies - comedies, romance, drama, historic. He gets teased by his wife and rosie for when he tears up at the sad and romantic parts - but don't worry it's a cute teasing to get him to blush those precious pinks

Films 1.5 - rosie thinks crosby does awful impressions but he humors him because they are in love

Dessert:

Is it too on the nose to say rosie likes cheesecake? 😆 I get the vibe rosie has weird taste in sweets. He will eat the ones he ma makes and say they are wonderful, but I don't think he'd be into sweets in general. I think he would love dark chocolate tho 🤔

Croz loves a warm, gooey butter cake (if you haven't had one you're missing out btw) his mom made it, and taught the Missus how to make it. So the night he shipped out his wife bid him a farewell with the taste of butter cake on her lips. He began to crave it during the war and would brag about "gosh you should taste my wife's butter cake - it would send you straight through the clouds boys". It's definitely croz that eats his weight in stuff. He's working on his dad bod lol

#harry crosby #harry crosby hc #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal hc #masters of the air #mota #anthony boyle #nate mann

[warmau]

☆: pastry chefs/bakers!au taeyong a little bit of a rivals au, but mostly oblivious pining that stretches for way too long like please just tell each other you're in love. also i dont know anything about baking sweets so...ignore any of my mistakes.. tw: worrying about your career lol, drinking

in your first year of culinary school, you realize cooking is a language full of its own rules and century-old traditions.

cooking is like french, or pashto, or russian

but baking - is a completely different dialect

baking exists in the world of cooking, but it sets its own path that you end up falling in love with

and your once dream of becoming an executive chef at some fancy, flashy restaurant turns into a dream of owning your own bakery

a place unique to the skills you start to hone with a vicious passion that leaves most of the other students around you confused

you find out one of your professors has had a decorated career in pastry making and immediately seek him out to take you as an understudy

and that's when you meet lee taeyong

he's got big eyes like molds full of warm chocolate and stands thin in frame under the white uniforms you all wear

in his front pocket is a wrapper from the milk buns they sell down the street

he's not intimidating at all

but when you get closer to him you smell the familiar scent of sugar and you start to understand why he's there too

"im here to talk to the professor about becoming his apprentice."

you say it because the silence between you two is awkward

also - you want to read him

you want to see what his reaction will be, you wonder if he'll snort at you and tell you to back off, he was here first

but all taeyong does is bat his eyes at you like a baby deer caught in the headlights

"oh. me too."

although you both live in the realm of sweets - you and taeyong are on opposite ends of the spectrum in every way possible

for one, you are excitable and energetic and want to get elbow deep into any ingredient, familiar or foreign

taeyong is reserved and usually sleepy during the early morning classes. he observes and takes every step of his routine with caution.

your fundamentals are the same - cookies, cakes, and bars. these are staples to any baker or patisserie's book

but everything else you and taeyong make couldn't be more different

you always lean into the comfort kind of dessert: brownies, puddings and pies. you can make a doughnut fancy - but why should you? the most important part is that it tastes like a place somewhere you know.

but taeyong is a scientist, a designer, and completely out of your loop.

he pushes forward crème brûlée's, strawberry eclairs, and makes meringue's with his eyes closed.

when you put forward your desserts, one always looks like you could get it at a street fair and the other looks like it's only available for a week at some snotty european bistro

you sometimes don't know what in the world he is even making until it's done

and the first time you learn what cream of tartar is - taeyong looks at you with the same innocence he always has painted on his face - "oh, i use this all the time."

you won't lie - in the beginning you were a bit disheartened by the gap between you two

and it would have been easy to think that just because his ingredients were more expensive and sometimes harder to pronounce that he was the more deserving apprentice

but you managed to crush that thought for all your time at school because sure he could do his own thing and you could do yours

and you could both be great at it

"except, what if you like apply for the same job?"

you ruffle through your sparse choices of outfits for graduation. all of them are not as great as you thought they were when you bought them.

"hmmm, you mean me and taeyong?"

your friend who said they'd come over and help you pick is not doing that at all.

instead, she's sitting cross legged on your bed and looking at one the polaroid's on your wall.

she taps a nail on the one that has you, taeyong, and your shared professor on it

you join her and look at taeyongs small face on the photograph

"i mean i doubt it. he's probably going to go work in paris or milan."

"he has the looks for it, that's for sure."

you purse your lips and turn to look at your friend with disappointment but she just deadpans back

"c'mon, all this time together and you've never thought he was hot?"

you shake your head before you can really register an answer

you look at him and he's got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his uniform looks like he's ironed it.

you have what might be sugar on yours, and your hair is a bit of a disheveled mess.

"i guess he's cute."

graduation comes and goes in what seems like a blur - you can officially call yourself a baker now, although you think the journey started for you a while back

the last person who want to share a tearful goodbye with aside from some friends and other graduates is your instructor

you head to where you think you'll find him - only to find taeyong waiting outside of his office just like on your first day together

dressed in a pale blue, tailored suit and with that signature lost look on his face he holds a white box in his hands

"is that a cake?"

you ask for the sake of conversation

"dacquoise."

"ah. i made snickerdoodles."

he hesitates as if he wants to say something, but before he can the door opens and your professor smiles fondly at the both of you

but he turns first to taeyong

"congratulations on the job!"

you blink and feel your mouth dry slightly, "y-you already got a job?"

taeyong's ears go red and you can see him clutch a little at the box he's still holding

"yes, i got an invitation to work with the patisserie at the shilla hotel."

unable to control your expression, your eyes go wide

the shilla hotel - the most expensive hotel in the city?

"i called in a recommendation for taeyong as well, im proud to have a student of mine pushing the boundaries already!"

a recommendation.....he didn't offer me a recommendation...

"really, it's not that gr-"

taeyong's voice drowns out and the world starts to feel like it's rapidly shrinking

"are you going to apply for some manager positions at some of the bakery chains around here?"

your professor asks - taking the cake from taeyong's hands and not hurrying to reach for what you've brought along

manager position? is that what all my work is going to come down to?

you force on a smile and shake your head.

you want to be strong and say with confidence - "im going to forge my own way ahead. im going to be the baker i always dreamed i would be."

but the words are lost and suddenly, you're embarrassed

you're embarrassed to be standing beside taeyong.

to be holding these cookies that just don't compare.

it goes over your professors head, but taeyong tenses and you suddenly make up a reason for having to leave

they both say something to you - something that gets lost in the spiraling, sickening feeling of dreaded realization that is gripping you

we were never on the same level. taeyong was always running a mile ahead of me.

you feel too ashamed to go home and call your family like you had planned, and you are feeling too small to go out onto the big city streets of seoul

so you find yourself at the post graduation party the students of your school have thrown

and you find yourself in front of a bottle

you are not a drinker, and you are not really a party person either - unless you get to mingle and watch people try your desserts. but this is the only thing you can think of doing

i thought we were always going to succeed, the both of us. what’s a roll of homemade bread to a world class five star tart - the worst part is

you draw a circle on the rim of your drink

the worst part is taeyong isn’t even being selfish about it. he probably didn’t even think it was a competition.

someone sits at your table, off in the corner and you look up

just as if he’s sprung from your thoughts - it’s taeyong. and he looks uncomfortable to be in a swarm of so many people.

“don’t come here to pity me.”

you say it with conviction and the confidence of a little bit of drinking

he winces, as if it really stings, but you don’t notice and go back to your own thoughts

taeyong swallows and says something you barely hear over all the noise

“i can’t pity someone who inspires me.”

to be frank, you think you imagine the sentiment

but it’s weird because you can’t decide if you did or if he really said that. why would he? you and him learned side by side together for a long time and you’ve never heard something like that before

you finish your drink and get up without a word

taeyong follows and stutters out what he thinks will make you stop from leaving

“i’ll tell the hotel to consider you instead.”

all it does is make you angry, you scoff in response

“you didn’t hear me did you? i said don’t pity me.”

you turn on your heel, rushing toward the door as the world spins slightly in a blur around you 

you manage to make it out of whatever bar you were in, until you trip against the uneven curb of the sidewalk and hear something split under the platform of your shoe

you kick up your left foot and see that the bottom is peeling, broken completely off at the edge

“are you kidding me?”

you try to force it back into place, but it doesn’t work and when you nearly tip over from losing your balance - you put your hand out - only to land on the soft fabric of someone’s shoulders

it’s taeyong and he puts an arm out to support you that you try to swat away weakly

all it does is make you wobble into him even more

when you’re stable, he squats down to look at the damage and his fingers are cool on the skin of your ankle

from the outside - you probably look like a couple

the ever doting boyfriend, worried about their partner. there’s an intimacy between you two that you are both oblivious to

until it hits you from the glances of people who walk by and you pull yourself away

“it’s fine. im going to walk home.”

“do you live close by, i’ll help you.”

you purse your lips - “actually i have to take the subway so if you could just move-”

he doesn’t, instead taeyong mutters that his place is luckily just around the corner and he’ll let you borrow something of his to help you get home in

you refuse - vehemently because you are not trying to look even more embarrassing in front of him than you apparently have been looking all this time

but taeyong doesn’t sound or looks as meek as you remember when he points out that your shoe is falling apart and you aren’t going to be safe in this kind of state when it’s already so late into the evening

somehow - you end up in front of taeyong’s apartment - you watch him punch in the code and furrow your eyebrows

“haha” you start dryly “your code is my birthdate.”

the tips of his ears dust pink but you convince yourself it’s just a weird coincidence 

taeyong’s place is as neat and as organized as he is, there is a fish tank that grabs your attention and a bookshelf full of cookbooks

“just let me borrow some slippers and i’ll be gone.”

taeyong disappears into another room and comes out with a pair of fuzzy, clean, nearly brand new looking slippers

he puts them down by your feet 

“can i tell you something before you go?”

you want to refuse, but you feel so much of your self worth has leaked out of you in front of him today that you just nod

“i’m serious about being inspired by you.”

his voice is calm and collected

“you taught me how to bake the most delicious bread i’ve ever had in my entire life. how am i not supposed to look up to someone like that?”

you blink back an initial wave of shock that nearly gets you sober

“wh-what are you talking about?”

taeyong doesn’t look up at you so you don’t see his small smile

“two months after we started our apprenticeship - i told you i’d never made bread from scratch before.”

you can sort of remember the time he’s talking about, but the memory isn’t super clear in your mind

for most of your time with taeyong, you always thought you were kind of in a secret race, small moments that he’s talking about seemed to have flown over your head

“instead of just letting me do it myself - you taught me, step by step how to do it. i’d never seen someone do something so easily, like you were born for it. i know it sounds childish to say this but watching you do it felt like watching a movie.”

you can tell taeyong isn’t used to this long of a dialogue and that he’s taking time to choose his words

“i didn’t think anyone could love baking as much as i did - but i felt in that moment that i met my match in you.”

you stand up, far to quickly than you should, and taeyong has to leap up to catch you from stumbling forward

this time you don’t try to pull back right away

you look at him - those big brown eyes that always seemed aloof and far off are concerned and seeping into your own

“is that wh-is that why the code to your door is-”

taeyong’s face turns nearly crimson

“yes, because the day after that day was your birthday and when i asked you how to repay you for the lesson you said-”

“-just make me something sweet for my birthday tomorrow.”

something in the room shifts. 

you don’t know what it is, but it’s like the quickening of a pulse

you lean forward, but taeyong stops you gently

“i’m scared you won’t remember if you do that right now.”

you agree, and let taeyong help you sit down. 

“i don’t want to be a manager.” you hiccup suddenly and taeyong takes in a breath “i want to own my own store. i want to be my own boss. but taeyong, i don’t think i can do it.”

there’s silence and the weight of adulthood and responsibility weaves itself onto both your shoulders

“i know you can do it. and i want to help if you’d let me.”

the sincerity is almost heart wrenching. you’ve waited to hear those words from everyone, you’ve wanted them from the people you thought should be saying them.

but hearing them from someone who really believes in you - hits in a whole different way.

at some point you put your head on taeyong’s shoulder. the night is spent talking about all the things you haven’t been able to share

even though you spent so much time elbow to elbow in the kitchen

when your eyes close, you feel safe with taeyong and he doesn’t do anything to betray this newly formed bond between you

the morning sun through the blinds hurts your head a little. 

you sit up in the white, clean sheets of taeyong’s bed

you’re still wearing all your clothes and your shoes and the pair of slippers he brought out for you are on the side of the bed

when you shuffle into the living room, taeyong is sprawled out on the couch asleep

you try to be quiet as you sit down in front of him on the carpet, studying the architecture of his face

“wake up...” you mumble, but he doesn’t seem to hear 

you trace the strong, but somehow inviting lines and says it again a little louder

taeyong shifts in his sleep and his shirt rides up his flat stomach

“there’s something i want to do taeyong, please wake up.”

after a moment of stirring, his eyelashes flutter open and he gets caught between a flustered blush and a smile of happiness that you’re still here

“good mo-”

“can i kiss you now?”

it’s soft, quick, and sweet. somehow taeyong even tastes like sugar. he’s wide awake when you pull back.

“don’t you have a job to get to you?”

you say to break him out of his trance, he fumbles up and off the couch as you follow too

but then he stops in his tracks

“i - i really meant it last night too, that i’d give my recommendation up if you want it ins-”

you put a finger to his lips and taeyong gets the message

“i’ve decided i am going to work toward my goal and you work toward yours. after all, you said i inspire you and taeyong you inspire me too.”

he looks like he’s biting back giddiness

this time you two kiss for real, and you nearly drive taeyong up onto a wall which he’d gladly let you continue doing if it weren’t for the alarm that goes off on his phone that breaks you two apart

you hurry him along and say you’ll make coffee before he has to go

when you open the cabinet, there are two mugs with little cat faces on them

when you pull them out you think,

i’ve learned the language of baking - but now i think i have to learn the language of lee taeyong. 

#this is so dramatic for no reason why didnt i just write some corny shit about baking cupcakes together #taeyong au #taeyong scenarios #sfw #nct scenarios #nct au #nct 127 au #nct 127 scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #taeyong imagines #drinking/

[irregulardiaryposts]

20:40 07/03/2024

okay wow well its been well over two years since i updated this 'diary' blog lol

so weird seeing all those old posts about being a teenager with existential thoughts lol i dont really think like that anymore, at least not so much. i guess an update is in order then lmao okay so im in my 3rd year of uni now and im doing my year abroad! doing it in a small city in spain and i really quite like my job, ive only got 14hrs, i have a 3 day weekend, the city is small so i can walk everywhere and this job really gives me a sense of purpose that ive been missing in my life. makes me really realise that university is NOT for me lmfao i was so depressed during my second year i probs went to like 20% of my classes loool. im pretty sure i mightve almost failed aswell but since the professors were doing a marking boycott they released grades without marking the final exam and so since i was already doing well enough in all my classes i passed! quite lucky i think cos i wouldve been so entirely embarrassed and ashamed if i had to repeat a year cos of mental health. i think things are better here tho my issues havent disappeard completely like eg i have these evening classes 6-7.40pm tuesdays and thursdays and for the past like month i havent attended :/ at first it was cos i was sick (i think it was covid lol either from glasgow or on the plane back idk) and then i just didnt go back to class. i think my main excuse is that that is dinner time for me and i dont wanna move dinner time lol. but also i think the class itself is just not for me i dont feel like i learn a whoooole lot while im there and learning on apps is easier for me? but i always felt better for going to the classes cos i was like ha! im not depressed would a depressed person do this!? but of course depression doesnt work like that and i think i need medicated ! but that seems too scary to say. but at least i found someone to do a language exchange with! ive only had one hour with her in spanish, which was yesterday, but i already feel like ive improved lmaooo like i literally dreamt last night in a mix of spanish and english ahahahah cos when i think about it i literally have not ever regularly spoken spanish, ive only really spoken for activies in class or speaking exams so no wonder i have 0000 confidence in my speaking abilities but im hopeful that this will really improve my speaking :) about my job i guess- i work in a high school and i really enjoy interacting with the kids they really do make every day different and more interesting so i am grateful for them but sometimes damnnn sometimes i wanna jump out the window especially with this third year class they are the class KNOWN for being a bitof a pain lol and sometimes i have to lead the class by myself lmaooo mid u ik im 20 but i dont look it and they certainly dont treat me like an adult or a teacher and ngl they are a bit disrespectful at times but also what are u gonna do they are 14 and i have no proper teaching experience to help them by myself i can only hope that im actuallt helping them learn english lol. it is quite difficult tho with my scottish accent to try and sound as clear as possible because i pronounce almost 100% of the vowel sounds differently than rp english which is what i think they are used to so i have to realllyyyy annunciate all my words and man is it tiring lol.

what else. im going to madrid this weekend with bestie and im really looking forward to having a relaxing and fun time but i still havent packed my bags looooooool i alwyas do this tho and its fine not a big deal at all but i def need to do it tonight cos im leaving tomorrow immediately after work so ill have to have an actual breakfast and take snacks with me. im really enjoying my time in spain or at least im trying to but i feel like i have pushed myself enough out my comfort zone to be able to look back on this and say yeah i really took advantage of that. like i think i need to be more personable (is that a word yes it is i used it right) in teaching and be more interactive with them and stuff also i feel like i shoulve arranged a language exchange sooner cos i think this will really help, and i need to interact more with the other assistant but the thing is is im just not a sociable personnnnnnn aghgh. any way cutting this short cos i need to pack my bags for my trupppppp

#not using the tagging system i did on other posts i dont think theyre ever likely to be useful lmao

[wutlaikalikes]

🌟lights

just my thoughts on the current state of this fandom... feel free to scroll past...

I used to watch Hololive girls especially Calli and Gura. I just think they are great streamers and singers. But what made me back away from their fanbase was their fans. I think it sucks that its common for gachikoi and unicorns to exist in the vtuber world.

When I discovered Holostars, I was kinda surprised that they look like they are all on the same page even if they have their kamioshi, they would also support the other guys. I will be honest, when it comes to fandoms, I am a but a lurker. But ホロスタ民 (holosutamin) / Starlights got me to interact. It was easy to talk to anyone. And if any of the Stars are being pulled down, Starlights are there to not talk badly but to show support, extra hard. They'll trend but not in the bad way, it'll be flooded with love and support from Starlights.

Recently, we had 2 fallen Stars and although it made me sad. Seeing the orc back made me feel better. I'm still sad mind you but at least I know they are doing great.

I'll be honest when Mayuzumi Kai of Nijisanji and Tsukumo Sana of Hololive Council graduated, I cried quite a lot. I guess its because I don't know what gonna happen to them, like if they are happy and healthy. It sounds crazy but that was me for probably 2-3 days.

So again, when the orc posted that damn spear, I was kinda satisfied. Also Astel singing made me feel at ease. But I still get teary whenever, I see fanarts of them, especially from Vesties and Magmites thanking them.

What surprised me are some of the fans. There are those that openly support Randon and Professor Lando, and those the openly would say that they will mute or block anyone talking about Randon and Professor Lando.

I've read that they feel betrayed from immediately streaming a day or 2 after the announcement. That they didn't even try to have a graduation stream. Here's my 2 cents. They are under an agency, whatever they say on those notices are possibly not all true, it was vague regardless how much I read it. We don't know if they were really given the option to have a goodbye stream and we don't even know why they choose to leave, heck we didn't even know if they had the choice to stay! Will they talk about it? Most likely not. NDAs exists.

Also I don't think it was unfair that they decided to stream right after the announcement. Professor Lando has been streaming for a while but for Randon, he has been inactive for a year. And I couldn't blame them for streaming immediately, regardless of how you look at it, streaming is a job. Its been 7 weeks since they last streamed. And what are they gonna do, wait? For who? When they are essentially has been let go.

People cope differently. My thoughts about this whole situation is still muddy. Sure, I'm distracted by Holostars Rust and next week it'll be the first anniversary celebration of Guild Tempus. But there is still a part of me wanting to know what the F*** happened.

I still feel like Cover / Hololive Production trying to distract the fans and cover this whole situation up. I feel like they urged Temma to start season 2 of Holostars Rust cause they know how the fans will feel after the announcement. They even tried to hype up the event by posting an official Holostars Rust season 1 highlights video. Management even paid for the trophy for this season.

Then they also suddenly announced the Tempus anniversary, why do I think this is another distraction? Shinri found out about the anniversary while he is streaming Rust. Shinri was even planning a long break after Rust.

I can't push my ideas to others, the only thing I can do is write my thoughts. If I have one wish for this whole situation, is that the boys don't feel this divide. Just dont let the boys feel that this is their fault. From the 2 Stars that have talked about this situation, they also know this whole thing is also less than ideal.

My wish for the fans, I just hope this feeling of excluding people for their preference fade. I don't want this fandom to divide merely because of an individual's preference.

And I wish for management to talk to their talents of both branches before any announcements or events. I hate that announcements like this have to overlap with projects that the talents worked hard on. Don't merely let your talents talk about things when it should be management that should be announcing it first. When they feel burdened, even if they don't say it outright, we feel it too. Don't forget, Holostars' fans are mostly women. Women's intuition is crazy.

#blog

[twslug]

gonna answer all the q's of that one post i rbed like two days ago or something, answers below break if u gaf (really not groundbreaking info)

answers start here:

that i don't have to do a lot of things (both academically and in my personal life) that i don't want to do but pressure myself to do anyway. a lot of things really and truly Do Not matter

isolating myself due to anxiety or aimless frustration that i don't have an outlet for,,, big fan of Being locked in a room for hours

fav self care is skin care/workout and good music, i'm listening to my girly pop playlist post-workout (current song is toxic by nico rosberg aka britney bitch, so just envision these mentally ill answers with fergie and britney and katy perry and rihanna in the background)

most vivid memory is definitely not a visual memory, i've got some memory loss so i don't remember much of anything about my life. HOWEVER i have an echoic memory, so i really latch onto peoples' voices. i looove f1 with all the different accents and languages (lowkey linguistics hpfx) so i can have drivers narrating my thoughts. charles's voice is super imprinted on my brain because he has a very unique (imo) speech cadence and choice of wording in english, same for max (both verstappen and fewtrell), lando, and other random celebrities or youtubers or irls or characters etc etc.

would like to recieve some emotional/social support, was kind of pushed to the side because my brother is more extroverted, better at school, had asthma and ocd and several food allergies, but i was left to my own devices because i was much quieter and in the background.

have always wanted to be able to take academics into my own hands, as per the last answer, i am very quiet irl and have a hard time asking for help so i spend a lot of schooling teaching myself, so i've mastered the ability to put my head down and succeed by myself but at what cost yknow, i cant even speak to professors or other students

apathy. chronic, neverending, borderline infectious apathy. im very stubborn so if my brain has become apathetic about something then you will never get me to care about it, even if i myself want to

rly gets to me when people are mean to people i like, for an f1 example, idk i like a lot of the drivers but seeing people be blatantly mean to them (criticism and affectionate jabs are Fine) really makes me feel upset and/or almost ill, i get rly anxious for some reason like i'm the one being insulted

no i don't cry. not really (back to the playlist, family ties by baby keem just came on TURN THIS SHIT UUUPPP) anyway i dont really cry, lots of apathy, forced to be the quiet kid etc etc

have done lots of improvement on my body image and having confidence in what i say/believe, esecially in a family setting, lots of my problems are from childhood and being overly quiet/shy, so i rly struggle(d) with speaking my mind but now Nobody has anything on me, my moms dad was a county sheriff and i openly rip on cops in front of her like fuccckkk off u made me like this

was very mentally ill at the time (was also during covid, so i was really mentally unwell), and they had their own problems, ended up having a rly toxic relationship. neither of us had redeeming qualities, said some things we shouldn't have, like mutual punching bags

wish i could connect to my new roommates for this upcoming college/university semester, again: very bad at talking to people, maybe it will be better when we all live together (copium)

POLITICS TIME: i get irrationally angry at people who know nothing about the US south, i live here and it pisses me off when most political "hot takes" about american southern conservatism are boiled down to classism and/or racism, drives me fucking insane

i only like affectionate teasing if i know you rly well or the jab isnt something im insecure about, but im a bit of a hypocrite because i playfully insult people all the time, good rule of thumb i follow is just never go for appearance, all makes u look like a dick

prefer to be numb, because even though its one of the worst things to ever happen to my Cranium, i have a really easy time letting things go and not being upset over things i should probably be upset about. its kind of peaceful when u come to terms with it

talent ive overlooked/lost is ,,,,,,, i actually dont know, i think ive honed the things im really good at, i was really good at being a stage manager in school theatre (was assistant director and stage manager for les mis in 10th grade, bitches love my organizational skills), maybe i pick that up again somewhere

call me seb vettel the way i really liked dark blue in the but switched to loving bright bright #ff0000 red, like the brightest u can get... good shit... Also british racing green forever and always

my stuffed animals :-) no harm in keeping them, i suppose

well this ones easy because i dont like talking about infodumping about the innerworkings of my Psyche but here we are, i feel a bit bothersome, hence this entire post being hidden under a page break ..

LAST ONE (current song playing is dancing in the moonlight by king harvest, for those of u following along athome), i believe people think im much kinder than i think i am. if that makes sense. i know the things ive said to other people, about other people, about myself, etc, and i just feel this kind of imposter syndrome whenever people say they think im rly kind or fun to be around because i know deep down i am miserable and evil and nasty... And dont even hit me w that "bad people dont care that theyre bad so u caring makes u not bad" no no no, thats the thing, i dont care . i am Evil... ebil,,,,,, Deomn evil

#SORRY FOR TALKING SO MUCH #twslug.txt #okay goodnight to everyone who read Any of this :-) #and to the rest of u... gn i guess.... wtvr #not f1

[feydrautha]

a lot of sentiment on tumblr, be it ironically or not, is basically that the humanities in western academia are still purposefully pushing reactionary and colonialist lines of thoughts, be it historical fields, linguistics, literary or social studies when not only you are constantly told in humanities to be critical of sources and consider the time and place they originate from but also the vast amount of professors worth their money will openly criticize sources and previous scholars and call them out on the bias in their work

#no one’s saying there are No professors that dont push these thoughts but that has to do with them as individuals with biases #like uhhh john and colleen darnell lean into the entire colonial era aesthetic of egyptology but are they respected in the community? from #what i heard not at all lmao and so it goes with others #during my erasmus i had a postcolonial hispanic lit class where our very openly marxist prof would spur us to think critically abt how #gender sexuality race and class was portrayed until now in spanish speaking lit along with the current of colonialism as a former colonial> #empire and yeah. thats what a good prof does. spur you to think abt pre-existing biases in academia and teach you to not reproduce them

[jaeyunavenue]

The oblivious duo;

pairing: sunghoon x fem reader

synopsis: enemies to lovers. Sunghoon and you have a love hate relationship, but one night sunghoon can’t sleep because he’s thinking of you. Was it because you irritated him? or because of some other reason?

warning: some parts are told in third person?? mentions of cheating, unalive word (d word) and cussing

featuring: Karina from aespa, Sunwoo from tbz

sunghoon had his last class with Karina, she thought this was her chance to sit next to him and start something, “hey” she said sitting down as sunghoon looks up from his book glancing at her “hey” he replied giving her a small smile looking back down at his book again. Karina didn’t know how to start a conversation with sunghoon, he was a very nice guy with everyone, everyone but y/n. She cleared her throat “Sooo~” Karina says awkwardly “you’re friends with y/n right?” she said hoping that can start a conversation “we’re not, don’t bring her up please, my friends are always talking about her and it’s so annoying” he said as Karina pushed her lips together nodding “sorry” she said quietly “don’t be” he said as the professor walked in and class begun. After forty-five minutes the bell rang indicating that class has ended. You were just two classes down from Karina’s class and quickly walked over to her class and stood outside the room waiting for your best friend, “hey babe” you heard someone say as you looked up to see your ex Sunwoo “Dont call me that sunwoo, leave me alone” You say annoyed wanting karina to walk out already “We had such a good thing, i miss you baby” He said getting closer to you tucking your hair behind your ear “Yeah well maybe you should’ve thought about that before cheating on me” You say trying to push him back but he was too strong that he didn’t even move. “Sunwoo back up!”

“hopefully this professor doesn’t give out too much homework” Karina said putting her book away in her bag “i hope so thats why i joined his class i read the reviews on him” Sunghoon said getting up pushing in his chair, “oh same here ! why don’t we exchange phone numbers to help each other out” Karina said with a tint of red on her cheeks but as soon as sunghoon got up he noticed you by the door completely ignoring Karina, he saw you with your ex boyfriend (who for some reason he hated, but sunghoon just says sunwoo is full of himself and well…annoying) and how uncomfortable you looked trying to back away and push him away “sunghoon??” karina said waving her hand in front of his face and turning to see what he was looking at, You. “uh sure, ask y/n for it, i got to go” he said quickly putting his bag on his shoulder walking away, Karina stood there embarrassed watching him walk to the door, grabbing y/n’s hand and walking away. She stood there confused seeing him hold your hand.

“Sunwoo leave me alone” you said getting frustrated, “why don’t we go hang out later, we can sneak out?” Sunwoo asked with a devilish smile, you roll your eyes at his comment as someone grab your hand pushing sunwoo away from you “She doesn’t want to hang put with you bro” sunghoon said in a deep tone you’ve never heard before, “lets go y/n” sunghoon said walking past sunwoo bumping into his shoulder with you following close behind, you looked down to see your hand intertwined with sunghoon’s hand and feeling something in your stomach but pushing it aside thinking of your relief of being saved from that situation. Eventually getting out of sunwoo’s sight he dropped your hand, making you feel empty once again “uh thanks sunghoon” you say feeling embarrassed “what did that asshole want anyway?” he said looking down to you meeting your eyes “he was just being annoying saying that he missed me, you know how he is” you say breaking eye contact clearing your throat “well uh let me know if he bothers you again” He said walking past you, leaving you alone in the empty study hall, Sunghoon had his good moment with you and when he did you always felt your stomach turning like if he was someone you never met, forgetting that you hated him . You shrug walking back to your room forgetting about it, “Karina~~” you say as you open the door happily walking into the room, you see karina sitting by her computer turning to you giving you a small smile, you felt something was off with her not greeting you the way she always does “Whats up?” you ask her worried, she shrugged “nothing” she said getting up “ima go take a walk with jihan ! i’ll be right back” she added closing her book walking past you “Okay?” you said to yourself as she closed the door. You knew eventually she would tell you. You put your stuff down and grab clean clothes to go wash up, when you finish hear Karina in the room again indicating that shes back, “okay what’s up kari? why are you upset?” you ask drying your hair with your towel, she sighs “i needed time to think this through before telling you, but okay listen to this” she said sitting at the edge of her bed looking at you “i think sunghoon likes you??” she said sounding like she was questioning it, you let out a laugh “Kari quit playing around” you say as you continued laughing, “y/n im being so serious” she said with a straight face, “Kari im being serious too ! he doesn’t! trust me” You say shaking your head “Y/n ! i saw the way he looked at you earlier today when i was talking to him… he just stared at you and sunwoo, he looked upset” Karina said following you with her eyes as you walked around the room putting your towel up to dry “he doesn’t like sunwoo, thats why” you said brushing it off “y/n you’re being so oblivious ! even jake and jay think it, they told me. Last time they made a comment about you that day you wore a skirt and sunghoon got mad at them and told them to never speak of you like that” Karina said “no he just doesn’t like me being in their conversation, he hates me” you said trying to convince karina “you’re so dumb y/n” she said throwing a stuffed bear at you, as you tucked yourself in bed.

“Sunghoon?” Jake calls to sunghoon laying in bed spaced out staring at the ceiling“you okay dude?” he asks, sunghoon grunts sitting up “im just so confused jake” he said staring straight ahead as jake stood by the side drying his wet hair with his towel “you can talk to me hoon” Sunghoon turned to face jake standing on the other side of the room “okay so lets say this person is stuck in my head and i can’t stand the fact that someone else wants them again-” jake cuts him off “so you like them” sunghoon shook his head “but i can’t ! it doesn’t make sense ! we can’t date, they probably don’t even like me either!” sunghoon says throwing himself back into his bed. Jake stands there placing the pieces together, “is this about y/n?” he says nervously peeking at sunghoon side eyeing him not saying a word “oh my god it is, isn’t it” he said letting out a laugh covering his mouth “that he likes y/n?” Jay says stepping out the bathroom after washing up as well. “Can you guys shut up, just forget about it” sunghoon says annoyed “i knew from the moment you started picking on her like a kid in elementary school who has a crush on someone” jay says as jake laughs along “they were always pretty, ain’t no way you would randomly call them ugly” jake says as sunghoon stares at them feeling embarrassed “alright i get it ! now leave me alone” he says getting up as it was his turn to use the bathroom. “Aww our hoonie finally admits to liking someone, and that someone being y/n” they say teasing him as he pushes them out the way “Go for it sunghoon, seriously! we’re rooting for you” jay says giving him a reassuring smile “ima get something to eat be right back” Jay says as jake follows along closing the door.

Later that night you couldn’t sleep, you tossed and turned and all you could think about was what Karina said. You angrily got out of bed and sneaked out the room trying not to wake up karina, you quietly make your way to the boys side of the building hiding from the dean walking the halls. You safely and quietly make it to sunghoon’s door and quickly go in closing it behind you “you guys are back already?” sunghoon says from his closet backing up to see you at the door, he was wearing nothing but his boxers you gasp slapping your hands on your eyes to block the view “sunghoon i need to talk to you, can you please change” you say with your back facing him “what are you doing here? if the dean sees you in here you’re gonna get in big trouble” he said exaggerating the big “yeah well so are you!” you say turning back facing him as he’s still standing there in his boxers “i wont, you will be the one explaining to them since you’re the one in the boys dorm” he says laying on the couch not caring to change “Sunghoon i can’t have a conversation with you half naked!” you say picking up a shirt from the floor and walking up to him stretching your arm out to hand the shirt to him, but he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you on top of him wrapping his legs around you and his arms around your neck holding you close to him as you yell for him to let you go “helpppp ! someone get her off me” Sunghoon yells joking as you try to wiggle out of his hold “Sunghoon let me go ! you’re so annoying” You say as he continues to yell “shes obsessed with me someone get this crazy freak off me” he says yelling “quit yelling someone will hear you” you say sticking your tongue out to lick him in the face for him to let you go, as soon as you do jake walks into the room closing the door “what the fuck?! what are you doing” he says standing by the door eyes wide in pure shock “nothing! nothing!” you say as sunghoon lets you go with a smirk you get up fixing yourself clearing your throat “i was just on my way out” you say slightly moving jake so you can open the door but he stops you “No! you can’t! the dean is out there checking the rooms” he says as you feel your heart drop and start to panic “oh my god what am i gonna do ! help me sunghoon” you say worried standing in front of him “jump out the window we’re only-” he stops and peeks out the window “-three floors up” he says not taking you seriously “do you want me to die!?” you say screaming in a low tone “please help me” you say desperately as you hear foot steps coming closer.

The door handle jiggles “Gentlemen open this door right now” you hear the dean say from the other side of the door, you slap your hand to your mouth looking back and forth between jake and sunghoon “hide” jake says panicking, sunghoon grabs your hand quickly pulling you to his bed hiding you under his bed sheets, as he gets in as well “i sleep without underwear” he says as he sets his boxers next to the night table by your head “sunghoon really?! you’re so gross” you say as he covers your head with the duvet covers, he nods to jake and thats his cue to open the door, “Why was the door closed” the dean says making his way in “you know it’s against the rules to lock the doors to your rooms” he says sternly looking around the room as sunghoon stretches and makes an exaggerated yawn laying his leg on top of your body making you want to scream but you hold it in shutting your eyes covering your mouth “now answer the question, why was the door locked?” the dean asked once again as jake went uhh trying to think of something but sunghoon spoke up “sir we are grown men in our early twenties we have urges and we have to, you know steam it off by watching por-” sunghoon says calmly before the dean cuts him off “Okay ! i get it, no need to continue” the dean says shaking his head “next time go into your bathroom or something sunghoon, you can’t lock the door it’s school rules ” the dean adds looking at the mess of clothes on the floor “what is this mess, why are there clothes and paper on the floor and why is there a boxer on the night stand” he points out “well jay you know he loves his fashion so he’s always leaving a mess trying to find a perfect outfit” jake quickly replies and with that jay walks in “whats going on?” he says confused looking at everyone “nothing, now i want this mess cleaned up and then i want you all to go to sleep” the dean says leaving as you jump out of the bed hearing the door close “y/n?” jay says confused “whats going on?” you quickly make your way to the door ready to leave “wait what did you wanna ask me?” Sunghoon says as you turn around to face him quickly regretting it seeing him butt naked in front of you, you let out a yell “sunghoon what the fuck put on some clothes !” you say opening the door “whos out there!” the dean says as you shut the door running back to sunghoon’s bed with him jumping on top of you going back to the position you guys were in. The dean opens the door “whats all this noise!?” he says looking at the three boys as jake secretly signals jay to keep quiet “Go to bed” he says sternly closing the door and they all let out a sigh of relief.

The next morning after sneaking back to your room you woke up getting ready to go out to your parents house since it was the weekend. “I’ll see you monday kari” you say to her kissing her on the cheek as she gets ready to leave for the weekend as well “byee~ love you” she responds to you “love you” you say closing the door making your way to the lobby, You run into sunghoon and can’t look at him in the eye after last nights event and thinking about what karina said to you. “Hey” you say to him looking at your phone “Your going home? “ he asks as you nod “yeah, and you?” you felt so awkward around sunghoon. “same here, my mom wanted me home this weekend for my sisters birthday” as you nod again in response “is your mom picking you up?” he turns to face you “no i’m gonna get a cab” you say getting ready to book the cab on your phone “I can give you a ride if you like” sunghoon says warmly “I mean you do live down the block” you think about it for a second “Sure, i could save myself some money” you say “i never said it was free” sunghoon said looking at you with a straight face, “Just kidding y/n !” he says picking up your duffle bag from in front of you

 The afternoon went by quick after your drive with sunghoon and right when you got home your mom told you to get ready to head to the Park’s home for that party sunghoon was mentioning to you. You walked down the block following your parents, arriving to sunghoon’s door ringing the door bell giving it a couple seconds before sunghoon opens the door and he greets your parents as he ignores you causing you to roll your eyes “prick” you whisper softly for him to hear as he slightly pushes you. You greet his parents and his sister hugging her, as well as waving to the other guests not knowing who they were, you sit on the couch for a good five minutes on your phone before sunghoon’s mom makes her way to you “why dont you go upstairs with sunghoon, hes in his room” she says gently “oh no its okay” you say nervously waving your hands “Sunghoon! “ she yells loud enough for him to hear as he comes down the stairs “yes mom?” he asks looking at his mom in front of you “why dont you take y/n up to your room” she says tapping your back to get up as sunghoon responds with a straight face “i guess” he says casually heading back up “go on sweetheart” she says nicely giving you a smile and walking away, you sigh getting nervous to see sunghoon but you did want to clear your thoughts and just ask him to get the awkwardness out of the way, making it up the stairs you knock on his door, “come in dick head” you hear sunghoon say as you roll your eyes in annoyance “what if that was your mom and not me” you say walking in and closing the door “i knew you were coming up dumbass“ he says focused on his video game, He was sitting on a bean bag in front of his tv with his headset on “yeah y/n is here” he says into his mic “Jake and Jay say hi” he said as you walk over to him and crouch down to his level and talk into the mic “hi guys! i miss you already” you say as sunghoon turns to face you, your faces only inches away you freeze looking into his eyes then his lips, you could’ve sworn he got a tint of red on his cheeks but you were worried he might’ve seen you blushing as well. Quickly backing away you get up and walk over to his bed sitting down letting out a breath you were holding, you lay back and stare at the ceiling it, after a couple minutes of you being on your phone it wasn't long after you hear sunghoon say “ima go now, talk to you guys later”, you quickly lock your phone dropping it next to you pretending to be asleep shutting your eyes quickly.

Sunghoon walks over to you, they’re so pretty sleeping he thought to himself. Ever since he saw you with sunwoo again he realized he felt jealousy even when you were in the relationship he hated seeing you with someone else, he stayed up thinking about it even when his friends talked about how pretty you were or he heard the guys in his grade talk about you in class he would get so annoyed that they had those kinds of thoughts towards you. He doesnt know when he started liking you but he came to a realization that he liked you maybe even loved you after all these years. He walked over to his closet grabbing a blanket to cover you, he felt warm butterflies in his stomach admiring you as he moved a strand of hair away that rested on your face, finally covering you with the blanket He sighed walking to his desk.

“Sunghoon?” you say softly making him jump “yeah?” he says quietly facing you as you sit up feeling the butterflies in your stomach getting nervous to ask him “remember how i wanted to ask you something the other night” You say as he nods “well dont take this the wrong way or anything but its been in my head for the past two days” you say looking down at your hands “y/n just spit it out already” sunghoon says rolling the chair he was sitting on front of his bed getting closer to you “Is sunwoo bothering you again?” He asks concerned “no no” you say shaking your head “I was talking to Karina the other day and she may have mentioned that uh-” you say peeking through your lashes to look up at him nervously as he raises an eyebrow at you “she said you… like me?” you say giving him a questioning look as he freezes not knowing what to say. You both sit there staring at each other in silence for a good minute until you see him sigh as he closes his eyes and opens them staring back at you “dont get mad at me i did-” He cuts you off “y/n i do like you” Sunghoon says as you sat there in shock but deep down you were so relived you weren't the only one with those feelings “since when” you asked him “i’m not sure since when but i just came to realize it” he says mumbling, you blush looking down.

He gets up and stands in front of you “do you feel the same about me” you hear him say nervously for the first time in your life, you try to contain your blush but you couldn't feeling your cheeks get warm as you shly smile looking up to sunghoon nodding, and he breaks into a smile seeing his dimple appear as he cups your face “can i kiss you right now?” he asks “please” you respond smiling as he bends down closer to you bringing your face closer to his as he gives you a kiss “y/n i think i have loved you all this time” he says quietly “aww hoonie” you say feeling your heart flutter as you caressed his cheek “you don’t have to say it back now” he says going back in for a longer kiss, turning it to a make out session he leans you back as you lay on the bed with him in between your legs feeling his length growing, your tongues going against each other making him suck your tongue as you played with his hair tightening your legs together to bring him closer earning a groan from him, both quickly start to lose your breath pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. A knock interrupting and not even a second later it opens “Sunghoon mom said to -” you both turn your heads to see his sister standing there in disgust “what the fuck! really hoon!” she says covering her eyes causing you to blush in embarrassment “you didn’t even give me time to say come in!!” he said anoyed “mom said to come downstairs we’re gonna cut the cake” she said slamming the door “we’ll continue this later, tell your mom you’re spending the night” he says kissing you again as you laugh getting up fixing your now wrinkly skirt, sunghoon grabs your hand intertwining them giving you butterflies and makes his way downstairs with you.

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[barnes-n-nobles]

Extra Credit (NonCon Smut)

Request: hey, how are you? i hope you're doing great! i've seen your new fic for druig (and i love it), do you write for ikaris as well? if so can i get a really really dark!ikaris please and thank youu!

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Summary: Finals are coming and you need some extra credit but he has something else in mind. 

Warnings and notable themes you should know about: Non con smut, Degrading kink, Professor/ Student, black mails reader, breeding kink

18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

Getting into the habit of waking up so early was so hard. You were used to waking up at 10am and got to class at 11am but now you had to get up at 8:30am to get ready for your tutoring session with your English professor Mr.Ikaris. Finals were coming up and you needed all the help and extra credit you could get. His class was the only one that you were struggling in. Not because it was hard no but because he was such a picky and hard grader. Everything had to be perfect in his eyes and most of the students either failed or dropped out of his class. Being the over achiever that you were you needed to get at least an A- in his class. You talked to him about that and he suggested to come during his office hours to get tutored.

When you got to his class you knocked on his door and you heard his voice say, “Come in”. He was a really good looking teacher and every time you met up with him your heart raced. He just made you so nervous. “Goodmorning Mr.Ikaris” you said when you walked in. “Goodmorning Y/n..” he said looking you up from head to toe. Today you were dressed rather nicely, he wondered where you would be going..or rather who you were going to meet. “I see you’re ready for winter break. Any plans for the next two weeks” he asked setting up his desk for you. “Not really, just thought I’d break out the new clothes I just bought and go out for brunch with a couple of friends after class.” You answered taking the books and pads out of your bag.

“I see. Well you’re definitely going to catch some eyes. You look really cute” he smirked as he sat down in front of you. Warmth started to build up on your cheeks as you heard his compliment, unsure if you should take it or shoot it down. “Mr.Ikaris! You’re too much” you joked scooting into the desk and accidentally brushing your leg against his. “Just being honest” he replied, “Now let’s get on with todays topic. Did you bring the extra credit assignment I gave you?” He asked. Oh god you just now remembered that this was what you were forgetting. Your eyes blew wide and you held your face in your hands. “Oh No y/n..not this again” he said rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry Mr.Ikaris…I thought I did it but it completely slipped my mind. Can you please give me another day? I promise I’ll bring it tomorrow” you asked getting desperate.

Ikaris got up and walked to his calendar close to the projector. “This is your second time doing this, and you know I don’t have office hours over the weekends. It’s finals next Monday y/n..I’m afraid I can not provide you with that option” he said dissatisfied. “Even if you get a 100% on the final, you’ll barely be hitting a B+ , the extra credit assignment would have definitely pushed you up to the grade you were wanting.” He explained as he sat on top of the desk next to you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you looked down. All this sacrifice for nothing. All this time wasted. He grabbed your face and made you look up at him, his fingers caressed your cheek and wiped your tears away. “Dont cry love. Maybe you’ll get it next time” he smiled sinisterly when you dropped your face again.“Or….you could do something else for extra credit right now” he suggested bringing your face up to him again.

“What do you mean?” You sniffled. “I know your pretty little head can come up with something.” He said brushing your hair back and trailed his hand down your back. Students fucking a teacher was only something that happened in movies, you were not about to make that your reality. You furrowed your eyebrows and got up immediately, “are you crazy? I’d never do anything like that. You got the wrong whore” you said grabbing your things. Ikaris chuckled and grabbed you by your neck and slammed you on top of his desk. “Im pretty sure I don’t”. The wind was knocked right out of you, you had to take a second to register what was happening. “What are you doing get off of me” you said as you tried to squirm away. “Silly little y/n, don’t you know what you’ve been doing to me these last couple months..hm? I see the way you look at me during class..the way you smile at me…the way you tease me with your little skirts” he whispered as he placed breathy kisses on your lips and neck. “Love…you’ve been driving me crazy. I stay up at night pleasuring myself thinking of you, and how much I’d like to bend you over and fuck you like the filthy little whore you are” he groaned as his dick grounded into your clothed pussy. Your leggings were so thin he could practically feel your lower lips kissing his bulge.

“Mr.Ikaris, stop. This isn’t right” you cried out wanting to stop the arousal that was building up down there. In a fast motion he flipped you over, pushed up your skirt and tore your leggings by the seam, exposing your pretty pink panties. His dick leaked precum at the site before him. Oh how he wished he could to take a picture of you all exposed like this. “Baby..it will feel right, I promise you’ll enjoy it” he whispered in your ear and he slid your panties off. You tried to get off the desk but his strength was too much and he quickly gained control over you again. “Please sir DONT do this. I can be a better student” you said against his cold desktop. “Stop with the act y/n, I know you want me to fuck you deep and fast” he said while sliding his fingers over your now wet lips. He licked his finger and shoved it inside you, curling it in and out. Your body shuddered at the feeling, your eyes closed and your hips moved back to get more of him. “M-Mr.Ikarisss” you moaned. “That’s right love…Give into it I promise you’ll feel so much better” he added as he ran his thumb over your clit. He played with you until you were dripping on his desk, that was his indication that you were ready for him.

“So wet and needy for me…Just how I like it” he whispered as he pulled himself out of his pants and pushed himself inside you. He moaned your name and hissed at the tight feeling. His eyes closed and his head rolled back, “You’re such a Dirty Little whore, y/n. This is your fault for being so fucking erotic.” He stammered as he started to pound into you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and your drool started to fall onto the desk. His hips snapped into you at a velocity no normal man could ever reach making you bounce off of him hard. “Fuck ..me..” your mindless mouth said. He smiled and dropped down to your side, making you look up at him as his mouth found yours. You two shared sloppy and needy French kisses, moaning into each other’s mouth. “I’m going to breed you y/n..that’s what your cunt was made for..for me to breed you full of my cum you little dumb whore…beg for me breed you” he commanded fucking into you harder.

“Breed me Ikaris..please..I want you to breed me full of your cum..I need it” you complied drooling. He let go of your face and slid his hand over your clit, rubbing it furiously wanting to make you cum first. “O-ooh fuck..Ikaris please…don’t stop” you begged. The sight of you begging for him and looking all feral with drool was too much for him. He shot his white warm strings inside of you and in that moment you felt your orgasm hit you hard, making you shake violently and arching your back into his chest. Both of you came with deep moans and each others names in your mouths. He let you go and pulled out of you, looking at you collapsed on the desk with his cum leaking out. He smiled and grabbed his phone to take a picture of it, knowing damn well he was going to use this to his advantage. He then walked in front of you and showed you the picture, “Look at how delicious you look love…this counts as your extra credit” he said grabbing your face and forcing you to look up at him, “But don’t worry..I will keep our secret safe as long as you do your part”. Your heart raced in excitement as you asked a question that you already knew the answer too.“What’s that?”. “Keep coming to see me love, but not here. Next time we will have our session in our bed” as he kissed you passionately.

#eternals imagine #eternals #noncon Ikaris #dark Ikaris #ikaris #marvel imagine #dark marvel #marvel smut #marvel dark smut #richard madden imagine #ikaris x y/n #ikaris x you

[wandas-lunchbox]

eyes on me

pairing: professor!wanda x student!reader

warnings (18+ only): smut, strap-on, mommy kink, degradation, riding the strap, oral (please let me know if i missed any)

a/n: someone asked for a part 2 for my fic eyes on your test so here it is!

summary: after skipping your test wanda punishes you, but what happens when you misbehave?

🏷: @nermalina @xprvngs @marvelwomenslut

please dont repost or try to plagarise my work in any way. you don’t have permission to do so. likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

you were back in miss maximoff’s class yet again, except this time was different. last class things didn’t go the way you expected it to. you thought that you’d be in trouble and would have to take the test during your own time, but instead you got to live the life of one of your fantasies. fucking your teacher. miss wanda maximoff. usually you were so eager in her classes but this time you were dying to leave, you could already feel a pool starting to form in your panties and your teacher wearing a skirt and her accent showing more than ever didn’t help at all. it only made things worse. you didn’t mean to act up in class but it just so happened. it was the end of class and your professor was trying to explain something for the homework but you had to get out of the class quickly. you got up immediately before she explained the homework not bothering to wait and write it down somewhere like you usually do. just as you step out the door your professor dismisses the class as a few other students start to walk out you feel a harsh tug on your arm. you turn around to see your teacher smirking at you slyly.  

“looks like last time wasn’t enough to teach this slut how to behave” she says locking the door. she turns back to you unzipping her skirt slightly. you watch her unzip her skirt and fall to the floor. wanda’s now left with a pair of thongs and something poking out of it. she was packing. you gulp at the sight of it. wanda pulls down your pants and takes off your shirt leaving you in your underwear and a bra. your professor forced to the ground. “let’s get mommy’s cock ready for your slutty pussy shall we puppy?” she says. you fear that if you don’t obey her you’ll be in trouble. so, you do as she says and sucks her cock. you try your best to take in the whole length but it was too much for you. 

“what little whore doesn’t know how to suck a cock properly?” she asks demandingly. wanda grabs a hold of your head and forces you to take the whole thing making you gag. you cough around the strap but wanda doesn’t care she continues to make you suck it until she’s happy. 

a few more minutes of gagging go by and then wanda pulls you off her strap satisfied with how wet it is. she goes to sit on her chair and brings you along with her. in one singular motion she has your underwear off and you aligned with her strap. “so wet and just from sucking off mommy’s cock” she steadies your hips before helping you sit on her cock. you moan as you feel it enter you. 

“fuck, feels so good” you say whimpering as a sign for more. without a warning wanda lifted up you back up and pushed you back down making you moan louder. 

“ride mommy’s cock, honey” she says deeply. you almost immediately start riding her strap throwing your head back at the immense pleasure. you moan loudly as wanda left open mouth kisses on your neck rubbing your clit softly. “louder, i want them to hear you,” she  whispers biting your earlobe softly. just as she says this wanda bucks up her hips and you feel yourself coming on edge, wanda feels this. you let out whorish moans just for her and just as you are about to cum wanda holds your hips down. you whine wanting to come undone. you let out shaky breaths. you’ve never want to come so bad in life. 

“you can finish if you beg” she says holding onto your hips tighter her nails digging into your skins. you look at her with pleading eyes.

“please mommy, please let me be your little dumb cockslut, please let me cum” you beg your breath shaking more and more.

“beg better.” was all she said, your brain was so clouded all you could think about was cumming all over your professors strap. 

“please mommy, i’m your dumb little whore, a slut just for you” you beg tears close to forming with how needy you were. wanda chuckles and releases her grip on your hips. you quickly move your hips getting yourself close again. with just a few bucks of wanda’s hips you were cumming. you threw your head back holding wanda’s shoulders for support.

“look at you making a mess all over mommy’s cock, such a messy slut” wanda says. she helps you ride your high before steadying you on her. 

she opens a drawer and pulls out your underwear from the last time you hooked up. she stuffs it into your pockets and lifts you off her letting you dress yourself. once you were dressed you started to walk out of the classroom. “see you next class y/n” wanda says winking at you.

#wanda maximoff #fishy: writes #wanda maximoff smut #marvel smut

[shewhotellsstories]

i really dont wanna annoy you but you post about racism in fandom sometimes so i thought you'd be the right person to ask. i hope this doesnt come off as expecting u to be my teacher. yesterday someone said they didnt trust white zk shippers and i thought it was mean but then people started sending the them all these nasty messages and i started to worry maybe op was right. honestly a lot of this stuff is pretty new for me. i think our fandom is inclusive & unlike the rest of the atla fandom we actually like katara. but i'm trying to learn.

why would it be a problem that a lot of zk fics have katara looking after zuko? i always just felt like he needed it more bc he was abused and kataras better at dealing with feelings and she's good at taking care of people. is fire lady katara still ok? is there racism in our fandom? there are a lot of woc zks and i've seen them get hate for it. but the messages op got were pretty bad too. i know i'm asking a lot of questions i just hate the thinking that we might be as bad as the z*kka stans have been saying all year.

This is gonna get long so I’m just gonna jump right in. When I listened to fansplaining’s episode on fandom racism one of the guests said white fans who can acknowledge that fandom racism exists tend to frame it as “just a few bad apples” and get caught up in worrying about not looking like a “bad apple” instead of making fandoms spaces that aren’t hostile for BIPOC. Jag offs hiding behind anon to tell women of color who ship zutara that we have a creepy fetish for imperialism and colonialism suck, but your biggest concern really shouldn’t be the optics or if you can claim superiority over zukka stans.

Yeah the “katara’s a homophobe” nonsense didn’t come from our end of the fandom, but it feels naive at best or dishonest at worst to act like the zutara fandom is uniquely immune to fandom racism. A creator I follow made the excellent point that allyship conditional upon if a poc talks "nicely" about racism is still white supremacy. I believe poc need to be allowed to vent and be salty or angry without being tone-policed. I definitely have my days where I’m like “ugh white people,” or "why must white fans be like this," so I get where the OP was coming from. Ironically the folks that sent them anon hate proved their point. You can always count on hit dogs to hollar.

Fandom is only escapist for some people. It doesn’t exist in a vacuum so you’ll find racism in fandom because there’s racism in the world. Navigating that gets exhausting. There are certain things I enjoy, but for the sake of my sanity I'll only talk about it with friends in real life or only follow fans of color. Before I follow white fans I need to see first that they’re not the kind of person who inspires posts about fandom racism. A good friend of mine loves Star Wars, Kpop, and gaming but after years of attempts at calling in she decided that she’d only interact with woc in those spaces. Again, you get tired.

ATLA wasn’t on my radar until last year so I definitely haven’t read every zutara fic out there but I have noticed a lot of fics do tend to have Katara being the one comforting and supporting Zuko. It’s not inherently wrong of course, it’s just in the grand scheme of things in fiction woc are often cast as eternal caretakers and confidants in fiction:

“How characters of color are portrayed in fanworks, especially fanfiction, is worse than the actual films. They are portrayed as supportive, almost invisible understudies. Any characteristics which they possess in the [MCU] films are stripped and given to other white characters. It is not only erasure. It’s a theft of identity.

Characters of color are positioned within storylines to support the main, white characters. Even within the slash biracial pairings, the character of color is underdeveloped and in a position of servitude within the relationship.”

TheNavyLanguage, Fansplaining

As the quote above points out this honestly happens in a lot of fandoms. I’ve read fanfic for books, movies, tv shows, and comics and I can’t help but notice that in fics the writers often have the non-white character or-- if neither character is white--the darker skinned character being the care-taker, the bodyguard, or the person who is performing all the emotional labor. It’s not inherently wrong to have a character of color have a nurturing personality, you just have to remember that since Black and brown folks have been saddled with narrative after narrative where we exist to serve leaning into dynamics where the non-white or darker skinned character is providing all the emotional support and getting very little in return has some unfortunate implications.

It’s not better if instead of being defined as the avatar’s girl, Katara’s the fire lord’s girl. Part of the appeal of zutara for me is the idea that Katara could lay down some of her burdens and get some much needed support. I always imagine she’d have some major issues after the war.

"i always just felt like he needed it more bc he was abused and kataras better at dealing with feelings and she's good at taking care of people."

I’m going to push back against that statement. Yes, Katara didn't grow up in an abusive household but she has pain and trauma of her own. In fact I’d argue that her believing it’s her job to take care of everyone is rooted in her trauma. Katara needs support and care just as much as anyone else does.

Having read a lot of fics revolving around abuse victims in different fandoms I’ve observed that if fans feel a character’s trauma wasn’t properly addressed in canon, they’ll give them a lot of TLC in fics. But again, reducing the non-white or darker-skinned character to a glorified therapist has some implications.

I feel like the Fire Lady Katara headcanon's been talked to death so long-story short, it’s not inherently racist but it can problematic if it's not clear that Katara is Katara of the Water Tribe wherever she lives. Fics and art where her crown has a crescent moon, she wears blue, or Zuko wears blue when she's in red are the executions I'm fondest of.

When in doubt just listen when poc talk about uncomfortable trends in the fandom. Give fansplaining’s episodes on fandom racism a listen here, here, and here. And very loosely quoting my favorite professor just remember that if a marginalized person says they’re distrustful of a group of people or institution it usually happens after a lot of bad experiences. Don’t center your own comfort and hurt feelings.

“If we truly believe in fandom’s progressive credentials, then perhaps it is necessary for us to listen to critiques that make us uncomfortable rather than those that keep arguing that the status quo is perfectly acceptable—even as there is plenty of evidence to the contrary. Perhaps then we will be able to come at these, yes, these very complex and nuanced discussions with the type of openness and good faith that is required for them to succeed, rather than approaching them with hostility.”

-Rukmini Pande, Fansplaining

#asked and answered #zutara #katara #atla fandom crit #fandom racism

[seongsangi]

your girl calls me daddy too

pairing: johnny x reader

summary: the story of getting involved with your professor/classmate's dad 👀

word count: 4.5k

warnings: professor!johnny, dilf!johnny, daddy/sir kink, age gap bc johnny is older in this fic (reader is 21+, we dont do that barely legal just turned 18 shit) straight up smut, that's all we do on this blog

author's note: this took me from 8 pm to 4 am to write. idk if that's fast or not compared to some people but bitch... that's a record for me!

another note: idk if anyone's wondering but johnny is a single dad in this, no cheating or infidelity involved!

No one knows about your relationship with Johnny Suh, certainly not your family or friends, and certainly not his son who is in the same biology course as you this semester. The secret is kept strictly between the two of you, the thrill of hiding it making it that much more exciting.

The relationship began with him being your chemistry professor. The brief glances, lingering touches, and frequent visits during office hours became too much for either of you to deny the attraction. It felt so wrong, the professor-student affair being too much of a cliché that you were hesitant to follow through with it. But after a particular session discussing the assigned homework, you both realized it was now too late to go back.

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“Professor, why are you looking at me like that?” you fiddle with your pen in your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted.” Mr. Suh lets his eyes trail down your figure, eyeing the neckline of your dress that reveals just enough to get his imagination going. He’s thinking about the way you waltzed in here with that damn sundress on, the way you bite your lip when you’re confused on a reaction mechanism, the way your innocent eyes look up at him when he’s explaining the concept. He feels foolish, unable to focus on your question when you’re sitting across from him looking like that, the dress hugging your figure in all the right ways.

“Should I come back another time?”

Mr. Suh clears his throat, giving you another glance up and down before collecting himself. “No, no, I promise I’m fine. Let me check your work right quick.” You hand him the paper, watching as he leans back in his chair examining the mechanism you drew. You let your eyes do the same thing to him as he did to you, taking in the long sleeve black shirt he wore today that hugs his biceps almost too well. It has your hands itching to feel them under your fingers, to take the shirt off and see him in all his glory. Your eyes roam his face, the sharp features drawing you in. You imagine his plump lips doing things to your body that are sure to take your breath away.

He does not fail to notice your lingering stare, or the way you’re fidgeting in your chair. He pulls the sleeves of his shirt up his forearm and grabs his pen, leaning in to show you where you went wrong. As he’s explaining, you lean in too, your perfume filling his senses. You can’t seem to focus on what he’s saying, too busy tracing the veins along his arms and hands. Oh, how they would feel wrapped around your – okay, bitch you have got to chill.

“Miss Y/N, is something the matter?” The way your name rolls off his tongue has you swooning, the added ‘miss’ making your tummy flutter.

You feel your body temperature rising with each second, fiddling with your hands in your lap, your mind going crazy with impure thoughts. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “Uh, I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Mr. Suh notices your attention is elsewhere, setting his pen down and looking you directly in the eye, making you feel tiny under his intense gaze.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game.”

The statement catches you off guard, your cheeks immediately getting hot. “I- I don’t know, wha- what do you mean?” you stutter, which he finds endearing seeing you all flushed.

“Let’s not act like we don’t know where your mind is at,” he sees right through you. “Cause I’ll be honest, I’m right there with you.” His voice drops a couple octaves, sending a wave of arousal through you at the sound of it. Oh fuck, is this really happening right now?

Your breath gets caught in your throat, unable to respond. What the fuck do you even say to that? Mr. Suh gets out of his chair, his long legs coming around the desk and standing in front of you. He leans down real close to your face, bracing himself on the arm rests of the chair you’re in, effectively caging you in. If you thought you were getting warm before, you’re on the verge of burning up now. He’s smirking down at you, enjoying just how riled up you’re getting.

“Are you gonna tell me you haven’t been thinking of things other than chemistry during our meeting?” He cocks his head to the side, challenging you with a tease in his words.

“Um, professor, I don’t think we should be doing this…” you trail, glancing at the closed door behind you. His face is too close for comfort, looking anywhere but at him.

“Then tell me to stop,” his lips now ghosting your neck, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. He’s watching your chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. Every fiber in your being is telling you this is wrong on so many levels, but it’s making your body tingle in a way you can’t ignore. You’ve been thinking about him and it’s obvious he has been too, what’s stopping you from going further? You open your mouth to say something, but you can’t find any words to say, nothing to let him know you don’t want this.

“You have to tell me you want it then,” he pulls back from you slightly, waiting for your confirmation. If you don’t explicitly say yes, then he won’t push it any further.

You can’t take this any more, sitting up straight and saying “I want it” in one breath before crashing your lips against his. There’s no taking this back, you tell yourself as you let him take control. You sigh into the kiss, his lips feel so right against yours, letting the lust cloud your mind. He cups the side of your face, pulling you up by your waist to get a better angle to devour your lips. His hips push you against the desk, lifting you slightly to sit on the edge. Your hands bunch up his shirt, pulling him even closer to you. He bites your bottom lip as he pulls away, searching your face for any sign of regret. Instead, he’s met with your blown out expression, needy eyes asking for more.

Mr. Suh shakes his head in disbelief, almost chuckling. “You don’t know what you do to me, miss Y/N.” You love it when he calls you that. He steps back, turning around to lock the door. The sound of the lock only fuels your excitement, eager to see what he’ll do next. Your hands grip the edge of the desk as Mr. Suh stalks towards you, like a predator eyeing his prey. Oh, how you want him to eat you up right now. Your thighs press together at the thought, a movement he quickly notices.

His hands trail up the side of your thighs before resting on the curve of your ass. The fabric is soft to the touch but he bets your skin is softer. “What are you thinking of, you naughty girl?” His lips are back on you, letting your head fall to the side as he peppers kisses along your neck. “Just thinking about you,” you pant.

“I know that much. What do you want me to do, hmm?” he presses further.

“Anything you want,” falling further under his spell. He groans in your ear, ready and willing to take advantage of your submission. It’s more like you’ve got him under your spell. He knows this is wrong on a professional level, but fuck that right now.

“Turn around,” twisting your body before you can even do it yourself. His touch makes you so dizzy, bracing your hands on the homework assignment that has long been forgotten. He kisses your shoulder, pressing close to your backside as he admires you from behind, the dress doing wonders to accentuate your curves.

“You look so good in this dress doll,” kneading your ass in his hands. He gives it a tame slap, not wanting to be too rough since there are still other offices around his. “But I bet you’d look even better with it off.” The wetness in your panties is becoming unbearable, desperate for him to touch you where you need him.

“Touch me please,” your sweet voice begging him is more than enough for him to comply. He bunches your dress up over your waist to expose your soft skin, the thin panties you’re wearing showcasing your wet spot off clearly. His pants are getting incredibly tight, blood rushing to his member with each second. He lifts your right knee to rest it on the desk, trailing his fingers over the thin fabric.

“Right here?” he slides his fingers up and down your center, earning a shudder from you.

“Or here?” pulling your panties to the side and coating his fingers in your arousal. You let out an audible moan when he finds your clit, which prompts him to clamp his hand over your mouth. He cranes your head back to look you in your eyes, his hand still rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

“You’ll have to be quiet or else I’ll stop. Can’t have anyone around us hearing you.” You nod in understanding, eyes fluttering shut as two of his fingers slide into you with ease. You arch your back a bit more, pushing your hips further into his hand. It’s a good thing his hand is still covering your mouth because you can’t help your moans when his fingers are drilling into you so fast.

“You’re taking my fingers so well doll,” he’s gonna drive you insane with that nickname. You turn your head to get a better look at him, watching him part his lips as he watches his fingers disappear in and out of your core.

He slides a third finger in and you want to scream, the stretch makes you feel so full. You’re soaked now, the lewd sounds of your wetness making you feel self-conscious. Just then, his office phone rings. You gasp, looking at him with wide eyes. He lets go of your mouth but doesn’t pull his fingers out of you, pumping them in even as he reaches for the phone. You try to stay as quiet as you can with his fingers still working your core.

“Hello, this is Johnny Suh.” He looks you dead in the eye, telling you you better shut up without verbally saying anything.

“Ah, Jaehyun, what can I do for you?” Your legs buckle when he hits that spot, almost letting out a yelp. He shoots you another glare, pulling his fingers out and shoving them in your mouth to keep you quiet. He sets the phone down for a second, leaning in to your ear. “Play with yourself while I take this call. And shut up, I mean it.”

You can taste yourself on his fingers, the whole thing making you feel so filthy. Your hand reaches down to your core, rubbing yourself slowly as Mr. Suh picks the phone up again. You lick him clean, getting your own fingers wet now with your slick. He’s listening to the other person on the line but paying close attention to your hand in between your thighs. He likes watching you play with yourself, getting off on the thought of him.

“Okay, all that sounds great. Send me an email of the template and I’ll check it out. I’m with a student right now, so can I call you back later?”

When he finally gets off the phone, he shoves his fingers further into your mouth, almost making you choke on them. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? You couldn’t even do that?” You’re so worked up, you can feel your high approaching and you just want him to help you reach it.

You grab his wrist, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. “I’m so close,” bringing his hand back to your core.

“You want to cum? Beg for it,” he doesn’t make a move to touch you.

“Please sir, I wanna cum on your fingers, please please.” You stroke his arm gently, pleading with your eyes, anything for him to touch you again. How could he say no when you’re looking at him like that?

He tells you to turn around to face him, holding your leg against his waist. He watches your face contort in pleasure as he gives you what you want, rubbing yourself at the same time to chase your high. You try to keep your voice to a minimum, your sweet moans fueling him on. If his fingers feel this good in you, you can’t even imagine what else he’s got in store for you.

“Fuuuck, sir I’m cumming,” you cry weakly, closing your eyes and clenching around his fingers as you finally get that release. The sight of you coming undone on his hand is almost enough to take you right then and there, but he holds himself back. Your hand grips his wrist tightly, but he doesn’t stop pumping in and out of you until you open your eyes, worried he’s gonna try to get another one out of you so soon.

He finally stops, taking the chance to taste yourself by licking his own fingers clean. God, you thought sucking his fingers was hot, this is even better. He loves the taste of you, already craving more. Mr. Suh runs his hand along your inner thighs, taking a mental image of the sight of you spread open for him on his desk.

“Miss Y/N, I think it’s safe to say that we should keep this a secret between us.”

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And that’s how your intimate relationship with your professor began. You’ve been in his office so many times after that, you’ve lost count, letting him take you on every inch of that desk. Before, during, and after office hours, you both crave each other’s touch. You know to keep your time together to a minimum though. You can’t be coming into his office whenever you want, or else it would start to get suspicious. Sometimes you catch yourself stealing glances at his son in biology class, wondering if he has even the slightest idea of what’s going on between you and Mr. Suh.

One day, when he’s at the front of the class teaching, all you can think about is his lips on you as he takes you from behind, whispering in your ear how dirty you are for letting him fuck you before class started. By the end of class, he passes the homework back out. You see a note written in red at the bottom of your paper.

127 Paradise Lane tomorrow 7 pm

It doesn’t take a genius to know what that means or what it entails. You quickly put your homework in your backpack before any curious eyes can see what’s written on it. You look up to see him steal a glance at you, making sure you got his note. Neither of you say anything as you walk out of class.

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When you get to his house the next night, he welcomes you in with a warm smile, which quickly turns devious as he shoves you against the door immediately after closing it, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You grab hold of his shirt as his hands roam your body, pulling him as close as you can. His hard bulge presses against your stomach, thoughts already wandering to how mind blowing his impressive length will feel in you. You want him, but one questions prods at your mind, pulling away from his lips slightly.

“Sir, what about your son? Is he gonna be home tonight?” You feel weird in your classmate’s house, but the fact that you’re about to fuck his dad as you’ve done plenty of times before is more overwhelming than your qualms about being here.

“He’s out of town with his friends,” running his hand up your back before grabbing your hair, pulling your head back so fast it surprises you. His breath is warm against your lips, “And when you’re in my house, it’s daddy.” You’re so used to calling him sir, knowing it turns him on but the new name in this new setting makes your insides tingle. You can’t hold back your smile, giving him your best “yes, daddy” to appease him.

Mr. Suh leads you to his bedroom, the king sized bed hitting your back as he throws you down. He towers over you, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. You sit up on your elbows, rubbing your thighs together as you eat up the man before you with your eyes. With each button that comes undone, you get more and more excited. He’s watching you intently, thinking of all the ways he’s going to ruin you tonight. He looks delectable with his shirt off, licking your lips at the sight of his well built figure.

“You’re gonna start drooling soon,” he teases, walking to his closet and pulling out one of his many ties. Whatever he’s thinking of doing with that, you have absolutely no complaints. You bite your lip in anticipation as he kneels on the bed, securing the tie around your neck into a makeshift collar. “Is this okay with you?”

You nod your head, but he pulls on the tie quickly, taking your breath away. “Use your words.”

“Yes, it’s ok,” you choke out. He doesn’t let up, asking instead, “Yes what?”

You’re gushing already, the control he has over you making your head spin. “Yes daddy,” you can barely get the two words out. He lets the tie go slack, coughing a bit at the sudden attack. His hand cups your face, “Sorry was that too much?” You nuzzle your cheek into his hand, telling him you loved it.

And that’s what he loves about you, that you take anything he gives you and enjoy every bit of it. You’re too much for him. He sits with his back against the headboard, tugging your arm to straddle him. “Did you wear this little dress for me?” his hands are sliding up and down your thighs, bringing out the goosebumps on your skin. You brace your hands on his chest, moving your hips against his jeans. The friction against your clit is oh so good and feels even better when he flexes his thigh after seeing your movements.

“You should see what I’m wearing underneath,” tugging the hem of your dress over your body, revealing your choice in white lingerie underneath, the color making you look angelic but is a stark contrast to the sinful things that are about to happen.

“Miss Y/N, what am I gonna do with you?” he asks as you pick up the pace of your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. He lets you do what you want to him, encouraging your hips to move faster. Your small whimpers in his ear tell him you’re enjoying yourself, using his thigh to get off. You know not to leave any visible marks, opting for further down his chest to leave hickeys. His jeans feel so good against your core, finding more pleasure in riding his thigh than you thought, but it’s still not enough. “Want you to fuck me,” you moan breathlessly, pushing your chest into his face as you find that perfect spot to keep grinding against.

He hungrily pulls your bra down, attaching his lips to your hard nipple as he rolls the other one between his fingers. Your skin is so soft, he could bury his face in your tits all night. He leaves his own hickeys on your chest, admiring his work as he puts your bra back in place.

“Keep the lingerie on.” He pulls you down by the tie again, kissing you fervently as you fumble with his jeans. You get down on your knees, taking his clothes off so that he’s naked before you. His rock-hard member slaps against his stomach when you pull his pants off. You flatten your tongue against his member, locking eyes with him as you lick him from the base to the tip. You take him in your mouth, using your hands to fondle his balls to add to his pleasure. Using your tongue as much as you can to get him wet, you take him as far as your throat allows.

“You look so good with my dick in your mouth,” grabbing your hair and bobbing your head up and down on him. You let him use your mouth, parting his lips at the feeling of your warm tongue. When he lets go of your hair, you release him with a pop, sliding your hand along his length. “I bet I look even better with it in m—” you can’t even finish your sentence as he grabs you by the chin, shutting you up.

“I knew you’d say some shit like that. Why don’t you be a good girl and come ride this dick then?” He shoves your face away, but the roughness only turns you on even more. You straddle his hips, his hand pulling your lace panties to the side as you position him at your entrance. Both of you gasp as you sink down on him, the stretch quickly filling you up, your tight walls clamping against him.

“Fuck daddy, feels so good,” you whine. When he’s all the way in, you lean back on your hands in the cowgirl position, giving him the best view of where your bodies are connected. You feel so exposed in this position, but he can’t keep his eyes off your core as you move your hips, which makes you feel powerful under his glare. You know he loves it just as much as you do, giving him a show as you ride him.

A thought comes into your head, pulling out but quickly turning around so that your backside is facing him. You slide down on him again, his hands gripping your waist. You can move your hips faster in this position, setting a quick pace and slamming your hips against his. He’s lost in the way your ass bounces on top him. You let out a loud whine when his hand lands a hard slap on your ass cheek.

“I can’t do that when we’re in my office,” he lands another one to the same cheek, “but now I can.” He wants to see you red with his handprints, enjoying your little yelps at the sting. You clench around him each time he spanks you, doing so particularly hard but you can’t deny that you like the pain. By the last spank, your ass is on fire, but his large hands smoothing over them soon makes you forget about the pain.

Suddenly, you’re being yanked back by your hair, thrown on your side as he spoons you. Lifting one of your legs up, he slides into you from behind. The new position introduces a new angle for him to fuck you. “Oh shit, fuck, oh my god,” you can only curse as he abuses your core deliciously. Instead of using the tie, he wraps his hand around your throat to choke you. You grip his forearm, letting him use your body to his content.

“Your pussy is so good baby,” he growls in your ear. “So tight, so wet, I could fuck you all night. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You mumble incoherently as a response, too gone in the pleasure he’s sending throughout your body. You let out a choked scream as his hand that’s holding your leg up finds your sensitive nub, bringing you closer to the edge as he tells you how much he loves fucking you. Your legs shake as the pleasure overwhelms you, but he holds you close to keep you from going too far.

“Don’t run away, I know you can take it doll.”

“Daddy please,” you beg shamelessly but you don’t even know what you’re begging for. You want him to keep ravaging you, but you physically don’t know if you can keep up.

Mr. Suh makes the decision for you, pulling out of you to stand at the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles, dragging your body towards him. He holds your legs together, pushing them towards your chest. He slides right back in, wasting no time in fucking you again. He loves watching his dick slide in and out of you, loves hearing you moan his name, loves how tight you get for him. You let your legs fall open, sitting up on your elbows to watch him fuck you. There’s something insanely hot about watching you take every inch of him, you can see why he enjoys it so much.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, which makes him grab handfuls of your tits, pinching your nipples. “Baby, can I take a video of you? I won’t get your face in it, you just look so good in this lingerie right now.” You nod, feeling a surge of confidence at his words. He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, opening the camera and pressing record. He slows his thrusts, sliding into you slowly to show off how wet you are. The camera pans to your bra, giving them a squeeze for the video. He shoves your hand away, pulling your breasts out of your bra. He tugs on the tie, making sure not to get your face but still showing your makeshift collar off.

Without warning, he speeds his hips up again, earning a cry from you before ending the video and throwing his phone on the bed. He’s so riled up, he just wants to use you to finish. “You gonna cum for me daddy?” God, he loves hearing you beg for him. You sound so sweet saying the dirtiest things. “Cum for me please, I want it so bad, want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Oh shit baby,” he pulls out quickly, grabbing your hair and shoving himself in your mouth, his warm release all on your tongue. You swallow every last drop, sucking him off as he groans at the slight overstimulation.

He takes a second to catch his breath, noticing your not so innocent eyes looking up at him eagerly. A playful smile spreads across your face and he knows that look all too well.

You’re insatiable.

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The next semester, you’re moving into a new dorm. Your parents are here to help you move everything in. You notice Mr. Suh’s son moving into the same dorm, looking around for a glimpse of him. He’s carrying a box of things from the car to the front entrance, stopping you for a quick “hello Miss Y/N, how was your break?”

He looks behind you, asking if those are your parents. “Maybe I should say something to them.”

“What are you gonna say?”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe something like: your girl calls me daddy too,” he jokes as you storm off, cheeks flushing red.

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