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espinosaurusrexex · 8 months

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Professor!SteveRogers x Student!Female!Reader AU

summary: Professor Rogers was a lot of things, but for you, he was even more. A secret affair? A fun little side thing? You didn’t know yet. But you'd gladly seek out every possible moment with him until you did.

a/n: once upon a time I had a crush on my professor… this is what came out of it (don’t worry it didn’t really happen) but shame on me for keeping this in the drafts for so long

thank you @sebsgirl71479 for finding this gif and also very special thanks to @urcatslitterbox for taking the time and making one herself! you are the greatest!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is of legal age of course), student/teacher relationship, a little fluff (because apparently I can’t do it without) this is obviously smut (dry humping, praise kink, unprotected p in v - wrap it before you tap it guys, slight overstimulation, voyeurism - if you squint), I don't know what else to tell you !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

“Do you know why I asked you to stay, Ms. Y/L/N?” His arms crossed before his chest as his gaze followed the last students roaming amongst the rows of the vast lecture hall, a blonde strand of hair falling loose and settling in a soft curve over his eye. Professor Rogers looked intimidating, but so damn sexy as well. His biceps bulged beneath the checkered white and blue button-up, his sleeves halfway rolled up, restrained by his evenly muscular forearms.

“To be perfectly honest, Professor,” Your voice stayed even, a slight mockery undertone by the use of formality when you had called him far more personal things than that before. Steve, Stevie, Daddy... you shook out of it - there were still people here. “I don’t. I was quite confident that my assignment was to your... satisfaction.” A smug grin hid behind the last word, as you remembered the actual satisfaction that assignment had brought you as well.

Steve had to hide his smile, too. His eyes darted with amusement when he tilted his head forward to peer up at you through his thick lashes. Your eyes wandered to his legs. His tan chinos were tight on his muscular thighs and the way he leaned back with his knees spread even wider - holy mother of god.

He knew damn well how hot he was, and the annoying thing was that he also knew how to make it work for him. Steve reveled in the power his body language had over you.

He watched as your tights clenched together behind his desk. The simple movement of his fingers on a desk could make you keen thinking about the places they had done that before. His confidence seeped though every fucking vein in his body, dripping in thick undertones and slight remarks out of his mouth and invading your senses through his touch and smell.

He was to die for. Tall, muscular, charming, and older.

You looked him up and down again and as his head tilted to the side you knew exactly that he could read your every thought. His arms opened when the door closed behind the last student, one hand gliding to his inner thigh while the other motioned for you to step closer.

You did.

It was like an automatic response of your body. Though you leaned forwards on the wooden desk, your arms pushing inward to help the cleavage peeking through the collar of your top, Steve’s eyes pulled down in an instant as well.

“It certainly was.” He rubbed his beard. “I just thought it would be beneficial to go over it once more, highlight the good parts and make sure you know what made them so... enticing.” He leaned forward now, his fingers brushing yours on the sleek surface of the polished wood, though his eyes remained on your breasts. Steve wet his lips before his eyes flicked up to yours again. “I’m willing to thoroughly talk you through the rougher bits as well.”

“Are you implying they weren’t all good?”

“Oh, they were good, just not as good as other parts.”

It was a game. You knew that, and Steve knew that too. But the little role-playing brought an excitement to this ordeal that couldn’t be denied by either of you. He was like a magnet and your entire body felt like it was made of metal with the pull he had on you. You stood on your toes, pushing yourself further over the table, where Steve stayed entirely still. He was observing you, though. The slight intrigue in the twig of his brow when your lips came dangerously close to his. A fast glint to the double doors leading to the hallways full of students rushing to their next classes. There was no nervousness in his stare though. Steve actually liked the potential threat of getting caught. It spurred him on, enticed him, and turned him on beyond belief. You had learned that just the other week when he had dragged you behind the open door to the janitor's closet of the history building. He had absolutely no shame in getting his hands dirty while all the students walked past the dark room where Steve had his hand firmly pressed above your mouth as his other relentlessly plunged in and out of your wet cunt.

“Huh.” You pushed back. And even though the muscular blonde on the other side of the desk tried not to react, you caught his shoulder slouch in disappointment. You liked playing tough, though. While his perfume worked hard to pull you back into him, your feet shuffled a little further back, looking him up and down again. His legs were still manspreading on the chair and damn did those thighs look inviting. You knew they were.

The clock above the double door clicked louder now that the students outside had passed on to their next classes. You had one, too actually. But the professor was boring as hell and who wouldn’t trade a creepy scarf-wearing weirdo for this specimen of a man in front of you right now? Exactly: no one. But they didn’t have that chance. Steve had chosen you, reserved his glances and touches, and kissed for you and it was exciting. Getting to share his experiences, letting the older man take control of your body in such rough yet gentle ways.

Your legs strode around the desk as Steve’s eyes followed you through the room. His arms had reached out to you once you were close enough for him to grab and once his index finger looped in the belt loops of your jeans, he pulled you onto his lap. As your hands wandered to his shoulders, his snook around your waist, his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath your top. A shiver ran through you when he leaned back, his icy blue orbs piercing the air as they focused on yours, a small smile twinkling in the corner of his mouth.

“You look good.” You whispered, a hand smoothing over the collar. Steve’s lips escaped a laugh, and even though the sexual tension you build up with the sneaky conversation still lingered in the air, there was a softer, sweeter sound invading the atmosphere right this moment.

“I know you like the blue.” He mumbled when he dipped forward, his nose brushed your neck and a trial of goosebumps traveled down your back. The rasp in his voice stirred something in your stomach, a slight tingle shooting up to your brain and telling you ‘hey that’s hot!’ In bright and blaring neon lights.

Steve’s fingers ran down your legs and began massaging your thighs on each side of him. Another strand of hair came loose and fell forward. It tickled your neck as his mouth began to suck its way up to your sweet spot, your hands frantically cramming his shirt at the sudden attack. His tongue shot forward, soothing the place his teeth just nibbled on and the familiar burn ran over your skin as hisses and moans mixed in your mouth. Your hips jolted forward when he finally reached that spot behind your ear, hot breath blowing over the wet skin and a soft kiss right after.

“You smell...” A growl broke through his speech when your hips ground a second time. “So sweet...”

A jolt of confidence placed a grin on your lips. The perfume you wore had turned some heads before, but the only one that mattered was Steve’s. His mouth resumed his caress of your skin as his hand wandered to your ass, slowly pushing you forward and guiding you over the growing bulge beneath his pants.

“Ah, yes!” It was only a breath out when the seam of your jeans was pushed into your clit by the hardness in his lap, but - God did that feel good! Your back arched when he continuously ripped you over the spot, your hands buried in his hair, pressing him deeper into your skin, encouraging him to keep going.

“Goddamn...” His head switched to the other side of your neck, the skin on the neglected one already hot and tingly. But your sole focus lay between your legs, where his cock massaged your clit in perfectly firm rocking motions. The roughness of the jeans just added to the pleasure creeping through your body.

You could’ve gone like this forever, with the heat rising in your belly and Steve’s muffled panting lingering in the air, but Steve pulled away. A whine brushed over to him when his lips left your skin. You were burning from his touch but at the same time, a cool brush of goosebumps covered your body. It was crazy how much you craved his touch even when he was sitting right in front of you. His stare alone lit a fire within your stomach, butterflies flying wild patterns through every nerve ending when his light blue eyes found yours in the distance of the lecture hall. It had happened suddenly and spiraled beyond your control within days. And then, when he had finally kissed you, it was pretty clear that there was no going back. Steve was like a drug. Something you shouldn’t play with and something that was definitely illegal to pursue, but so so so freaking good because he made you feel things you could have never imagined.

His voice pulled you back to reality.

“As much as I like your ass in those jeans...” Steve tugged on your Jeans with dark eyes, the silver button glimmered in the lecture hall light when his rough fingers yanked on the material. “They need to go.” That last part was just a growl in your ear but the tire of it made you eagerly wiggle out of the blue denim.

You stepped out of your jeans once he had finally opened them and when his eyes fell on the underwear covering your heat, he pulled you closer by your hips. His thumbs drove circles over your skin, sending yet another tingle of excitement up your spine. His hands wandered back to your behind, squeezing and needing the flesh all while pressing you into his front.

Your lips attached to his neck like a magnet, your hand scraping the gruff on his chin with excited circles. A growl traveled past his lips when you reached his sweet spot - the one right beneath his ear, making him melt every time. A deviant smile spread about your face but before you could revel in the control you had over him - even if it was just for a short moment - he had you turned around, facing the rows of desks stretching to the walls.

“You’ve been doing this on purpose, haven’t you?” His hand wandered past your breasts down your front and stopped right by the edges of your panties, the other holding you by the hip, pressing his hard-on right to your back. The excitement shooting through you did nothing to hide, slick pooling between your legs, and your nipples already hard pebbles on your skin. “Putting on these scandalous little lace things thinking about how I’ll be seeing them today...” Warm breath tingled at your ear when he leaned closer, pushing his hand past the hem of the lace. “...taking them off of your perfect body.”

You moaned when his fingers slit past your folds, gathering some slick to smoothly roam about your clit.

“Maybe...” The shivers erupting from his touch interrupted your speech until you could collect yourself. “I’m always thinking of you, Stevie.” He bit your neck before his tongue smoothed over the spot again. It was a perfect interplay of pleasure and pain, the wet warm strokes of his tongue soothing the stinging and adding fuel to a desire only he could evoke in you.

“Say it again,” he growled, adding more pressure to the swollen bundle of nerves between your legs. You squirmed as the muscles in your abdomen tightened, clenching around nothing and reminding you what you had been missing. “What else are you thinking about?”

“Your hands all over my body...” Your hand guided his over to your breasts encouraging him to squeeze the soft flesh and breathing heavily when his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple. “Pushing me to bend over that desk while you fill me up with your big cock.”

“Nothing I’d rather do, doll.” Before you knew it your face was gently pressed against the cold and polished wood. Warm hands wandered to your ass where they pulled down your underwear painfully slow, having you fiddle in place impatiently.

“Now, don’t be so hasty, love. I gotta take my time.” You heard his belt unbuckle.

“Unfortunately, Professor, time is the one thing we do not have a lot of...” His hands stopped moving as you called him ‘Professor’, though you knew it wasn’t a bad thing. If anything, it probably turned him on more, which would hopefully speed up the process of him finally filling you up to the brim. Your pussy clenched at the thought of it again - a frustrating reminder of the emptiness you so wished to disappear.

“Too bad, I would have loved to play with you a little more.”

“Tick Tock...”

“As you wish, princess-” And before the words had even reached your ears, you felt his swollen tip nudge at your entrance, stroking up and down your slit to cover in your arousal as a sinful sound escaped Steve’s lips.

His hands found their way back to your waist before he finally pushed fully into you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size as he started pounding into you with an unrelenting pace. The burn wasn’t painful though. You knew he was big, and even though you had not believed that he would ever fit inside of you, Steve had managed to not only do that but also ruin you for every other man to ever come.

“Look at your greedy little cunt begging for my cock, practically sucking me in, doll.”

You couldn’t answer, too focused on holding onto the desk and controlling your body not to melt with his strokes as he pushed into you over and over again.

“Gripping me so tight... perfect little pussy.” A slap landed on your ass cheek to which you responded with another loud moan. If there had been a care for anyone to hear you doing the indescribable in this lecture hall before, Steve had certainly fucked it out of you by now. You turned your head watching as he spit down on his cock before it disappeared in you again, his head falling back with shut eyes while he reveled in every piece of pleasure you gave him.

“Fuck!” He locked eyes with you, a determined smirk painting his face when his hand wandered around your body again, finding your clit and rubbing tight little circles over the nub.

Your vision blurred as the hot pleasure crept up your spine. There was something about Steve’s touch that made you feel as though every nerve in your body fired twice and fast. You clenched around him again, watching with pleasure as his brows furrowed.

He picked up his pace, kicking your legs further apart and hitting an even deeper angle now.

“Oh my god!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you closed them, trying to last longer than this. The feeling was just too good to let go of so soon. But with Steve’s hunky body towering over you and his cock stroking just the right spot with every moan he pulled from you, that seemed like an impossible task. You tried your best, though, but right when you thought that you would last a little longer, his fingers changed the direction of the circles on your clit and turned your brain to mush.

“I’m gonna- ah”

“The hell you are.” He pulled away, leaving you to whimper with the empty feeling you had never wanted back. But Steve pulled you up and turned you around in one swift motion, walking forward until you were pressed against the desk again. This time, though, he made you lay on your back with a hazy smile.

“I wanna see your pretty face when you come all over my cock.” He placed your legs on his shoulders and grabbed his dick to line it up with your entrance again. Then, he made sure to keep eye contact while he pushed himself into you once again, but this time, painfully slow.

You gripped him tight when he bottomed out, stroking the flesh on your thigh while he pulled back just to pound back in again.

“I fucking love this pussy,” he growled as his pace picked up much to your delight, “it’s mine. Tell me, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, it’s all yours, Stevie.” You couldn’t even focus on the words leaving your mouth at this point. You would say yes to anything he said just to make the feeling of his cock stroking your walls last forever.

“That’s a what?” He halted, raised eyebrows watching you expectantly.

“Yes, sir,” you smirked.

“Good girl.” The pressure built up again and when his hand found its way back to your clit, you felt like exploding. His pace didn’t falter, determination taking over while he watched himself slip in and out of you with hungry eyes.

You would be busting in seconds if he kept it up like this, your walls clenching tighter and tighter, your stomach feeling rock solid from the pleasure building up with every circle of his thumb and every stroke of his cock.

“Don’t hold back now, sweetheart. Let go. Give it to me.”

That was all it took for the knot to finally come loose. “Ah!” Your back arched off the table while your hands frantically searched for something to grip, the walls of your pussy fluttering and making your core be on fire with pleasure. It just intensified when Steve slowed his strokes to let you ride on the wave of bliss that made your body tingle.

When you relaxed again, you felt your walls pulsing with lazy delight. A weak smile shining through your hooded eyes when you watched him intensify his strokes again. Shaky whimpers left your throat when his cock brushed over your sensitive parts. He was close, too. You could feel him twitching inside of you, waiting for the perfect moment to let go. And you would give him just that.

“You make me feel so good, sir. Your big cock stretches me out, fills me up. I want you to come inside of me.”

“Fuck, keep going.” He closed his eyes, speeding up his movements and making the pressure build right up for you again.

“You’re so big. I can feel you in my stomach, baby. Make me come by just thinking about you. So sexy and strong and- ah oh!”

Steve’s movements staggered his cock twitching as his face contorted into pleasure while you felt his cum spill inside of you. The scene was erotic, and the sounds coming from the man above of you made you reach another orgasm, milking the last drop from him with every pulse of your walls.

Your chest heaved as you leaned your head back, watching the clock above the door. It was too sad this moment was ending.

Though Steve took his time. He watched his juices drip after he pulled out, whispering a low ‘perfect’ into the room that made your head feel hot.

How was this man making you flustered after shamelessly rearranging your guts in a public lecture hall?

“Put your jeans back on, doll. I don’t wanna get in trouble today.” He winked at you while he zipped up his pants and secured the buckle on top. You stood, fixing his slightly tossed hair and leaving your hand hovering over his jaw.

“Where’d you put my panties?” He kissed you.

“I think I’m gonna keep these,” Steve smiled while stuffing them into his back pocket.

“For revision, I presume?” You smiled with wicked eyes.

“Exactly.”

Here it is - finally! Please tell me what you think (hopefully it was worth the wait)! I've missed you guys so much; life is keeping me busy and excited for more. How have you been?? 💛

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tageerdo · 2 months

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Severus and Lily

#art #drawing #fanart #hogwarst #snape #harry potter #severus #severus snape #professor snape #slytherin #snart #pro severus snape #pro severus #lily evans #snape au #snape and lily

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ravenshavenn · 8 months

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Snape: Expecto Patronum! *doe appears*

Lily: ...

Lily: Wait... Is that my fucking deer?

Snape: ... No....

Lily: That IS my deer!?

Snape: .... Maybe...

Lily: *running towards him* GIVE ME BACK MY DEER!!

Snape: *running* NO IT'S MINE NOW YOU CAN'T HAVE IT

#snilly #pro snilly #severus snape #snape #pro snape #snape fandom #pro severus snape #snape community #professor severus snape #professor snape #pro severus #snape au #snape content #lily evans #snape memes #incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect snape quotes

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tavsianus · 27 days

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I need a story where Severus is the "weird cult kid" that only Lily talks to in their little town who worships some made-up daity with his mom in the woods. The Marauders are like 'haha what a freak, he believes in some made up god and dances half naked with trees' but no, whatever they talk to is real, even Tobias doesn't mess with that thing in fear of angering it he doesn't even want to talk about it, and when they figure that out they come face to face with a 'god' like Moder.

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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year

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Someone write me an AU pls thank you

#stucky AU #them as professors #either enemies to lovers #or idiots to lovers #those department meetings are TERRIBLE for Bucky either way #or professor and TA #also works #can I go to this fictional university?#I’d suffer through another degree for this #sebastian stan #chris evans #stucky #this because the student professor options are just too difficult to choose from

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nioumin-draw · 3 months

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I found a fanfiction of Harry Potter named

"And I'm home" , this is a fanfiction of @moncour based on a Coraline AU 🪡🧵

In this universe : Lily and James Potter divorced and Harry go live his mom and his mom's boyfriend "Severus Snape" in a crummy old house named Grimmauld Place , where some strange and eccentric neighbors also live. One day in his step dad office he found a door where everything is better...?

I won't tell you more if you want to know more go see the first chapter who has been posted 😉

#harry potter #severus snape #fanfiction severitus #severitus #professor snape #dad snape #lily evans #lily potter #snily #coraline #coraline au

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startledstoat · 8 months

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I cannot stop thinking about an au where the Potters had a house elf, probably one that James grew up with in his parents house, that could've escaped with Harry the night Lily and James were killed

Like Lily hears James die and her final order to the elf was to take Harry to hogwarts where theyd BOTH be safe within the wards there bc James and Lily would absolutely treat the elf as a member of their family are you shitting me

McGonagall is the first to know that the Potters are dead (and voldemort is still thriving, bc the whole thing with Harry obv did not happen) bc she's doing nightly rounds and finds a distraught house elf stuck out in a storm with a bundle in their arms sobbing and screaming about "Mistress L- oh Lily, Lily s-she to-told me to b-bring-bring little Harry here."

And once other people are made aware, any time someone tries to take Harry from them they start screaming again and refuse to give Harry to anyone but Sirius or Remus and demands that the both of them be brought to Hogwarts at once

And of COURSE they'd know about Peter being the secret keeper so Sirius would be released only a few hours after his arrest

Plot twist Regulus was hunting down horcruxes and had successfully destroyed them all but just hadn't made it to voldemort himself yet so when the aurors get to the Potters' they actually find out that Lily managed to deal the bastard a killing blow right before he got her too so maybe she's also dead, or just seriously injured and has to be taken away to st mungos

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thepsychewrites · 2 years

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Little Dove Pt. 3 | S. Rogers

You could never disappoint me…

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: Steve finally brings you to his house for dinner. How will he react when things take a turn and some truths come out?

Warnings: 18+ only ; MDNI ; Age gap, Sorta smutty, heavy makeout sessions, some light angst/anxiety, soft!Steve, power imbalance, and language.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author’s Note: GUYS GUYS GUYS OKAY- I’m so so so sorry for the delay in part 3, life has been so fucking hectic and messy these last few weeks, but alas the time has come. Also, I apologize for the cliff hangar- but this bitch was nearing 4k words and I just had to stop it where I did otherwise it would’ve been nearing 7 or 8k by the time I was done!! But believe me when I say I won’t leave you guys hanging for long 😚😚 Anyway, as always, enjoy whores!!

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Expectations.

God, they fueled your anxiety like no other.

Was Steve planning for more than just dinner tomorrow? Did he want to have sex already? How many times has he had sex? What if he was secretly married? Was he aware that you’ve never had sex? Was it too early to have sex? I mean come on, it's only the first date… Would there be any more dates? Did this even count as a date?

“You need to stop thinking so hard about it.” Yelena’s voice broke out in the foggy bathroom, filtering in past the shower curtains from her spot on the floor. “Seriously- I can tell it’s driving you mad.”

Shampoo was racing down your forehead, your eyes squeezed shut as you rinsed it from your hair. “I know I know, but… I can't stop thinking about it, Lena. I’ve never been in any sort of relationship before and I have no idea what to expect… I don’t know if I’m ready for it all yet.” You confessed, your fingers slowing their pace against your scalp. “All I know is that I really like him, and I don’t want to screw it up.”

Yelena was seated on the floor, her back and head resting against the sink cabinet as she faced towards the wall to allow you some privacy. “Just be honest with him, Y/n. If it starts going in a direction you don’t like, tell him. If he likes you like you say he does, he’ll respect it. And if not… then you call me and I’ll deal with him.” She turned her attention to her neglected nail beds, picking at them lazily. “I wish you would tell me who it is so I could run a background check on him...” She added in a mumble.

“And that is exactly why I will not be telling you who it is.” You shook your head at her antics, loving her even more for it.

Yelena was one of those heaven-sent people that only got put in your life if you were really lucky. She carried an energy that can only be described as Yelena. A fiery, juvenile, smart-ass, protective as all hell, intelligent, loving angel she was. The two of you met a week before your freshman year at one of the welcome seminars your college held for first year students. Low and behold, she ended up being your roommate that year too. She was practically your sister, the both of you sharing an indescribable bond that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

“You missed a spot.” Yelena chuckled, twisting her back and pointing to the slope of her butt. “You’ll thank me later for not letting you prance over there with the ass of king-kong.” She blew a kiss your way, pairing it with a teasing wink.

Maybe you’d take a second thought about the trade.

“I hate you.” You said with the most serious voice you could muster, running your razor along the missed spots of hair.

Yelena hummed. “Sure you do. Now hurry up, Dateline comes on in fifteen.”

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Steve was a nervous wreck.

It’s why he put on a documentary for the entirety of class on Friday instead of giving his usual lecture. It’s why he retreated back to his office when it started playing, only keeping the door ajar slightly in case of emergency, so he could conceal the fact that he was panicking. He nearly refused to look at you when you walked in, but your gentle smile and sparkling eyes made his walls crumble completely. Steve couldn’t stare for too long though, because his heart rate kept climbing and he didn’t want to have a heart attack on campus today, let alone have the cause of it be a student.

You paid absolutely no mind to the film as it played on, your fluttering heart matching that of Steve’s, who sat quietly in his office during the entire class. Instead, you focused on how the evening might play out.

You thought about what Steve would be wearing when he came to pick you up later. Would he be wearing his usual teaching attire? Or would he allow himself to be more relaxed? You thought about what his house might look like. But what if he didn’t own a house? An apartment would be fine too. What if you saw pictures of another woman hanging along a photo wall, her beauty far surpassing yours? No, that’s silly- Steve would be smart enough to put those away, wouldn’t he? You thought about if his cooking was decent, and if he was sticking to the pasta he talked about on Wednesday. You thought about what movie he would want to watch and how his couch would feel under your thighs. You thought about how Steve would touch you again, his hands trailing far too close to where they shouldn’t go. What if he wanted to take it somewhere new? Would it be such a bad thing? Would his touch be rough and needy like it was in his car? Would he want you to stay the night, sleeping in his bed next to him until the sun came up? Would he ask you to stay a little longer? Would you agree?

Yelena was right. You need to stop thinking so hard about this. It’s just dinner at Steve’s house. Nothing more, nothing less.

Right?

Steve’s train of thought was no better. He wanted to make the night so special for you, but a simple dinner at his house wasn’t going to do him much justice. Did you even like chicken fettuccine alfredo? What if being at his house scared you and you wanted to go home? What if he overstepped too early? What if he wanted to feel your skin under his touch again, would you let him? Would you judge the way his house was furnished? Would you want to stay the night? Would you care to get to know him at all, or did you just want to sleep with him? Did you have a boyfriend he wasn’t aware of?

Steve pulled out his phone, fingers shaking as he typed out a text.

I don’t know if I can do it. Should I tell her something came up?

No less than thirty seconds later, a response came back, his best friend's name attached to the message.

No way in hell, punk. It’ll be fine, just remember what I told you.

Steve rolled his eyes.

Yeah, yeah, don’t be creepy, I’m aware of that, Buck. But… do you think it’s too soon?

Another ding.

Stevie, it’s been almost five years. You’ve got to move on and start living again, it’s what she would want.

And another.

You’re not canceling on this mystery girl of yours, end of story.

Maybe Bucky was right. Steve shouldn’t cancel on you just because he’s been out of the game for so long.

Right?

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Looking at the clock for the fifth time in under a minute did nothing to calm you.

It was seven o’clock on the dot and Steve hadn’t texted you yet.

Was this his way of canceling? Did something happen on his way here? Did he get into an accident? What if-

A low buzz made your heart jump, your phone alerting you of an incoming message.

I’m outside. Same spot as Wednesday.

You couldn’t tell if his text relieved you or made your stomach churn. With a deep inhale and even longer exhale, you grabbed your bag and made your way outside.

The two of you didn’t talk much after class today besides Steve asking for your number so he could let you know when he was there to pick you up. After that, he was quick to send you a tight lipped smile and retreat back into his office, closing the door behind him.

Stepping out of your residence hall and into the evening sunlight, your eyes landed on Steve’s car almost immediately, pointing your body in that direction and letting your legs carry you there. You kept your gaze down, thinking that if you locked eyes with him now you might panic and turn back.

But he couldn’t stop staring at you.

You were wearing the prettiest little dress he had ever seen- a light blue that stopped halfway down your thighs with short flowy sleeves and miniature white polka dots littered throughout. Steve was practically drooling into his lap as he watched you walk to his car, only regaining his composure to step out and open the passenger side door for you.

“You look absolutely amazing, Y/n.” Steve said when you were within earshot, shaking his head in disbelief that he was about to spend the evening with you. He watched a blush creep onto your face, his eyes never leaving you once.

He was sporting tight black jeans and a deep red long-sleeve shirt, doused with his favorite cologne that made him smell insatiable. Once you finally looked at him, you couldn’t stop. Steve’s smile was contagious, making your lips pull up to match his as you stepped around him to slide into the car. “Says you.” You teased, adjusting in your seat, the door staying open for a second so Steve could ensure you were in all the way before gently closing it.

Steve moved around the back of the car, finally getting to his door and hopping in. “I mean it. You look beautiful.” His voice was light, yet stern, as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the parking lot, his large hand landing softly on your exposed thigh.

It was hard to think straight with his thumb stroking across your skin, goosebumps nearly rising at his touch. “Thank you.” Was all you could muster. With some extra courage you allowed your fingers to trace along his extended forearm, dancing across the fabric of his shirt as you leaned back comfortably in the seat.

The car ride to his house was silent, but not awkward. Quiet jazz music from decades past filled the air and you enjoyed the view, both from outside and from the man next to you. Less than ten minutes later you were pulling into a charming and affluent neighborhood in the historic district of town. The houses here were large and rather spread apart, the lawns perfectly manicured and the street filled with expensive cars. Lots of green trees lined the road, the occasional lit lamp post poking out between them. Steve’s car came to a stop in front of a gorgeous, two story red brick home, black trimming and windows making it stand out from the rest.

Steve turned off the engine and stepped out, grinning to himself as he watched you, your eyes transfixed on the house and your mouth slightly open. Your attention turned on him as the door popped open, Steve’s hand held out for you.

“You live here?” You asked as you took his hand, stepping up onto the grassy curb. “It’s gorgeous, Steve.”

He bent down and grabbed your bag, holding it in one hand and your hand in the other as he led you to the door. “I know. I got pretty lucky with the price and couldn’t pass it down.” His fingers twisted a key into the lock before the door opened, granting you a view into Steve’s home.

It was breathtakingly him, to say the least. Antique fixtures and stunning furniture pieces scattered throughout, the walls dark- yet filled with life. A few plants thrived by the large bay window in the living room, the space filled with warm orange light from a lamp nestled in the corner. It smelled faintly of pumpkin and cinnamon, too. An elegant staircase on the right led to the upstairs, while the foyer opened into the living room to the left and the kitchen straight ahead. The same soft jazz that played in the car floated throughout the house, coming from somewhere in the living room, barely heard unless you listened for it.

“Are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready, just gotta throw the pasta on.” Steve called, his hand squeezing down on yours as he slowly led you to the kitchen.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too enthralled in everything Steve to say anything more. He chuckled at you, a lazy grin never leaving his face. As soon as you entered the kitchen, you knew you’d never want to leave. “God, it smells amazing in here, Steve.” The wide island in the center of the kitchen was sprinkled with flour, two golden loaves of ciabatta laying in a wooden bowl on the side. “Did you make those yourself?” You asked, pointing to the fresh pieces of bread.

Steve nodded, his face turning a light shade of pink. “Yeah, I uh- I like to cook quite a bit…” He trailed off. “Helps when I’ve got someone to cook for.” He added, glancing down at you for a second. His hand squeezed down once more before he spoke again. “Do you like wine?”

“When the occasion calls for it.” You answered, a knowing smile on your face.

He raised his brows, his touch fading as he moved towards one of the kitchen cabinets. He squatted down, opening the cabinet to reveal a wine rack. “Red or white?” His bright puppy eyes peered up at you, and it was a sight you never wanted to forget.

“Whatever you’re having.”

Steve’s eyes diverted for only a moment, reaching in and pulling out an expensive looking bottle of chardonnay. He stood, opening a top cabinet and grabbing two glasses before he placed them on the granite island and poured lightly into each. His heart was doing somersaults against his rib cage as he carefully slid the glass across the island to you, watching you as you took a sip. The pucker of your lips against the glass made his mind wander, his heartbeat traveling further south than he anticipated. He cleared his throat before taking a sip from his own glass.

Small talk ensued between the two of you as Steve finished up the last dinner preparations. The homemade pasta was ready in only a few minutes, served alongside some salad and the ciabatta he had made.

Dinner went off without a hitch.

The two of you shared sly grins and laughter over the food, a few questions from either one of you slipping its way in between the chatting. As the night progressed, you found yourself inching closer and closer to Steve. It’s how you ended up nestled into his lap after the sun had disappeared from the sky, leaving nothing but silver streams of moonlight flickering through the windows, illuminating your heated skin against his. A movie had been playing, but it soon was turned off when Steve lowered his face to yours, his stubble scratching across your cheek as he kissed at your temple.

Steve had maneuvered the two of you onto his couch, him with his back against the cushions and his feet planted firmly to the rug covering the hardwood floors. You were straddling his lap, your knees digging into the plush couch on either side of his black denim covered thighs. His hands were roaming gently up your legs, dancing across your goose-bumped flesh until they snuck up your dress, palming at your ass. His lips were slow and careful against yours, savoring the time he had and not wanting to rush. Steve wanted to feel you. He wanted to take his time unraveling you bit by bit until you were aching for more.

His tongue was heavy as it moved past your lips, tracing against the inside of your mouth and exploring every inch possible. Breathy groans floated from him when your fingers twisted too tight in his hair, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. The tips of his fingers pushed into your skin, deeper and deeper, tethering you to him as if you’d somehow slip from his grasp. With the newfound leverage he pulled your hips toward his, an embarrassingly loud moan coming from you as your panty clad clit rubbed against his thigh. With a widened gaze and blown pupils, he disconnected his lips from yours, a hand slipping up your back to lay you flat against the couch.

Steve was hovering over you in an instant, veins bulging along his forearms and biceps as he planted a hand next to your head, his eyes searching yours frantically. “Can I taste you? Please, baby?” He begged, his chest heaving with anticipation.

With an open, silent mouth, you stayed panting under him, every unsure thought crossing your mind for the umpteenth time that day. What if it’s not what you expected? What if he doesn’t like your body? What if having sex with him right now ruins everything? What if you’re not what he wants? What if-

“Hey…” Steve suddenly whispered as if he was reading your mind, pushing back to sit on his haunches. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. We don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to do anything.” His words were slow and calm, a gentle hand soothing the burning skin along your cheek. His complete understanding slightly shocked you. “You’re under no obligation to do anything with me right now. Do you understand?”

God- what do you even say to that?

“Steve… I’m sorry, I just-” You stumbled over the words, moving to sit up on your elbows.

I just want to be enough.

I just want this to be what you want.

I just don’t want to screw things up.

I just don’t want to lose you.

Your brain was scrambled from his touch. You wanted more, no- you needed more. Would it be so bad to just be honest?

“I’m a virgin, Steve. I’ve never slept with anyone before and I… I’m just nervous, that’s all.” The confession was somewhat mortifying to say aloud, but it released a mass amount of pressure that had festered and culminated in your chest.

Or maybe the bile was just traveling north.

Steve’s eyes softened, the faintest smile curling at his pink and swollen lips. “That’s okay… it’s nothing you need to apologize for, sweetheart.” His words were reassuring, somehow less disappointing than you expected.

And he was being honest- truly. Everyone had to start somewhere, and you not being sexually experienced was something he expected, really. I mean- he’s never seen you so much as breathe toward another guy in your class- let alone show any interest in the plentiful options. Plus, with women like you, always putting your academics first, it was obvious you had never made romantic relationships a priority before.

Would he be ashamed to admit that the confession made his dick throb a bit harder behind the confines of his jeans? Perhaps. But now having that information out in the open, Steve’s mind buzzed with the thought of making you his in every way possible. He would be the first one to make you fall apart on his dick. He would be the first one to taste you, staying between your legs until the ungodly hours of the morning and until you screamed and begged for him to stop. Time wasn’t an issue for Steve. No, he’d wait until the stars came crashing down onto Earth if it meant he could get you exactly how he wanted you. He would be the first to fuck you, to make love to you, to turn you into a blabbering, drooling mess beneath him over and over and over and over and-

“I know- it’s just… kind of embarrassing- I guess.” Your sweet voice pulled him from his fantasies.

Steve was quick to put your worries to rest. “Not in the slightest, angel.” His hand rubbed soothingly across your forearm. “Do you want this? And don’t just say yes because of me, I need you to be sure.”

The contemplation didn’t take long. You did want this. You wanted him, in every way possible.

“I want this, Steve. I do. I just don’t want to disappoint you.” You whispered, a slight waver in your soft words.

A confused scoff left his mouth. “Disappoint me? Honey, I think you severely underestimate my feelings for you. You could never disappoint me.” Again, it was nothing but the truth. Steve’s reverence for you conveyed through his dark eyes, his gaze worshiping every inch of you. He lowered his face to yours, his breath fanning dancing across your skin. “But I won’t allow your first time to happen on my damn couch. C’mere.” He spoke, his large hands finding purchase on your waist, pulling you towards him as your legs wrapped around and connected at his lower back. Your arms fell over his shoulders as he balanced himself upright, wasting no time as he made for the staircase. With large strides he carried you up to his bedroom, crossing the threshold with excitement bursting in his veins.

As soon as your back hit the plushy mattress of his king sized bed his lips were back on yours in a messy embrace. Teeth knocking together, tongues fighting for dominance, warm spit connecting the two of you. Your hands traversed the sides of his broad torso, raking against his shirt and wishing it was his bare chest instead. Steve’s mouth slowed its attack on you, pulling back a few inches for a deep breath. “Will you let me take care of you? Huh? Let me make you feel good, pretty girl.”

You nodded, breathless and practically suffocating from the subtle rocking of his hips. “Yes, fuck- please Steve. I want you to make me feel good.” Those few words were so simple to get out, yet you never thought you’d be saying them to one of your college professors.

But screw it- you couldn’t resist the way he felt. The way he made your insides feel all tingly when he got close. The way he made your head spin. You couldn’t take it any longer. You had to have him.

Right. Now.

Steve backed up from between your thighs, his fingers slipping around the buttons of his shirt in their haste, shaking as they traveled to the buckle of his belt to undo the metal clasp that held it together. Soon he was left in nothing but his boxers, the shadowed outline of his erect cock drooling inside the fabric making a whine pour from your kiss-ridden lips. He was huge. Your mind convulsed alongside your pussy, wondering how the fuck he was going to even attempt to fit inside you. The arousal pooling inside you made your knees wobble, your heart seizing behind your rib cage. Steve was going to completely wreck you…

And you were going to let him.

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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Soul Eater Nickname HCs

Summary: What I think the main guys would call you if you were their S/O.

Warnings: Fluff, female presenting pronouns, Crona has 'he/they' pronouns

Soul 'Eater' Evans:

Soul would most likely just call you something common, or minimal, like 'Babe'. On very rare occasions, though, he'll call you his 'Melody'. This is usually exclusive to when he is alone with you, and playing his piano for you.

Black 🌟 Star:

The concept of pet names can sometimes go over his head, and he most often calls you either by your name, or a shortened version of it. (Think Christine = Chrissy, for example.) Sometimes though, especially when getting into a fight over you, he'll refer to you as his girl.

Death the Kid:

Kid is definitely one of the more romantic of his peers. Though he's not one for PDA, he does call you 'Darling', more often than not, if not just your name. He also calls you 'Beauty', when he knows he won't get made fun of by Patti his friends.

Crona Gorgon:

Crona, without a doubt calls you 'Bunny', mostly because you remind them of a small animal. Not because of the fact that you're weak, far from it, and they know that. You remind them of the small animals their mother used to force them to kill, dually for their natural urge to protect you instead of harming you, but also for their new understanding of how beautiful life can nature can be.

Kilik Rung:

Kilik overindulges in annoying names for you, ranging from 'Babe', to 'Little Miss'. This is mostly just to make you and his friends laugh, but whenever it's just the two of you, his outgoing demeanor withers into that of a very caring boyfriend who case you 'Love Bug'. He can't remember why or how he settled on that, but he likes the way it sounds.

Spirit 'Death Sythe' Albarn:

Obviously, Spirit spends every moment he's with you fawning, and showering you with the most shallow compliments he can think of, many very inappropriate for his surroundings. However, there are times, when he is feeling particularly passionate where he'll take your hands, dip you as if you were waltzing, and whisper that you're the love of his life into your ear.

Dr. Franken Stein:

It goes without saying that Stein is professional to his core, he is a teacher, after all. After that, he's a scientist, and a doctor. Pet names have never been his forte, but he also understands you psychological need for outward affection, and when he chooses to indulge you, he'll refer to you as his 'Dove'.

#soul eater au #soul eater hcs #soul eater #soul evans #death the kid #black star #kilik rung #franken stein #professor stein #crona gorgon #spirit albarn

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sneakyyyshadows · 7 months

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Harry Potter ships

Day 2

Snily (Severus Snape x Lily Evans) 🧪

I love this ship a lot, but that's probably because Severus is one of my favorite characters in HP. And I really wish he'd got a happy ending because he deserved it. So that's why I've decided to use the Artist AI to show us how they'd look like as a happy couple and how Harry would look like if he was Lily and Severus' son.

The first two pictures show Lily and Severus dating during their school years at Hogwarts, and the next three pictures show them as a married couple. And finally, the last three pictures show how Harry would look like if he was their son.

As you can see, he has Lily's eyes and Severus' hair.

(And yeah, I know that he probably wouldn't wear glasses, but honestly, can we actually imagine Harry Potter not wearing glasses?!?)

How much do you think the story would change if Harry was Lily and Severus' son? Would in this scenerio James Potter actually survive? Would Harry get sorted into Gryffindor or Slytherin?.

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hoteldreamss · 4 months

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Imagine || Chris Evans

Метки: Профессор!Крис х Профессор!Читательница.

Твои каблуки стучат по каменной дорожке, когда ты направляешься к главному входу университета. Несмотря на то, что двор почти пуст, тебе не сложно почувствовать на себе большинство взглядом студентов.

Относительно недавно тебе удалось устроиться преподавателем в один из лучших университетов штата. Первые недели было нелегко. Запомнить учеников, составление планов лекций, работа с другими профессорами. Почти всё сейчас из вышеперечисленного перестало быть для тебя препятствием к спокойной жизни и стабильности. Кроме Эванса. В отличие от тебя он преподавал политологию, вам удавалось не часто пересекаться. Но каждая ваша встреча надолго оставляла в тебе неприятные чувства. Он был старше, нравился студенткам из-за своего обаяния, нравился парням из-за дружеского общения и образа отцовской фигуры, коллеги в восторге от его опыта, навыков преподавания и лучших показателей среди учителей. Тебе не сложно отметить его превосходство. Но не в слух.

Подходя к двери, ты тянешься к ручке, но не успеваешь дотронуться до неё, как перед тобой распахивает дверь Крис. Он натягивает свою милую улыбку. И тебе уже тошно.

Эванс сразу замечает твои слегка опустившиеся уголки губ и тяжёлый взгляд.

— Профессор Т/Ф.

— Профессор Эванс.

Он пропускает тебя в здание.

Ты лишь бубнишь «спасибо», даже не глянув на него и продолжив свой путь к своей аудитории.

Стук от твоих каблуков эхом отдаётся от стен, пока Крис провожает тебя взгляд, заглядываясь на твои покачивающиеся бёдра.

Стоит тебя скрыться за углом, свернув к лестнице, Эванс выходит из здания, стараясь выкинуть тебя из головы. Ему сложно сосредоточиться на чём-то другом, кроме тебя. С момента вашей встречи он был дружелюбен к тебе. Он старался завоевать твоё расположение по-разному, начиная от флирта, заканчивая непринуждённостью. Но ты всё равно смотрела на него враждебно и с явной неприязнью. Крис прекрасно знал, что большинство его коллег симпатизировали ему. Он старался ради хороших отношений, надеясь выстроить со всеми прочную связь, ты не стала исключением, пока не отвергла его.

Эванс понятия не имел почему ты так предвзята к нему, если он никогда ничем не обидел тебя. Спрашивать тебя на прямую казалось странным и чересчур резким, Крис думал, что у него нет на это прав.

Направляясь к своей машине, думая о том, как расположить тебя к себе, он также отдаёт себе отчёт, что может быть немного это всё задевает его больше, чем он хотел бы.

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Крис чувствует лёгкую тревогу, когда оказывается с тобой наедине в комнате для отдыха преподавателей. Ты удобно устроилась на бархатном синем диване, откинувшись на его спинку и подлокотник. Твой взгляд скользит по открытой папке, заставляя Криса думать, что ты увлечена планом лекции. Перед тобой на маленьком столике чашка чая, который уже остыл.

— Что читаешь?

— Я не читаю. Я изучаю.

Крис невольно хочет закатить глаза. Ты всегда была такой только с ним. С другими ты была дружелюбной и милой, что Эванс не мог не воспринимать на личный счёт твою грубость.

— Что изучаешь? — Он не собирался сдаваться.

— План лекции.

— Если ставить тест по прошлой теме в начале, то можно улучшить знания студентов.

— Внеплановый тест?

— Да.

— Спасибо. Я это учту.

Крис понимал, что в этом была проблема. Ты не была груба с ним напрямую. Он просто чувствовал и замечал, что что-то было не так. Поэтому спрашивать тебя напрямую казалось ему глупым. Ты попросишь подтверждений твоей грубости, и он их не найдёт. Их нет.

— Майкл уже звал тебя в бар в эту пятницу? — интересуется Крис, переставая заваривать свой чай и разворачиваясь к тебе.

Он опирается на разделочный стол позади себя, прислоняя кружку к губам.

— В бар? — Ты отрываешь взгляд от лекции, смотря на Крис с непониманием.

— Последнюю пятницу каждого месяца мы ходим в бар, тот что возле университета. Студенты туда не ходят.

Эванс внимательно наблюдает за тобой. Он знает, что это может быть его шансом всё наладить между вами, но он также не хочет всё испортить.

— И вы все всегда ходите вместе?

— Да. Ты тоже можешь пойти с нами. Тебе может понравиться.

— Я подумаю. — Конечно он слышит в твоём голосе прохладу и сухость эмоций.

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Это было идеально для Криса. Он не был уверен, что всё полностью сработает, но надеялся на это.

Ты стоишь у барной стойки ожидая свой заказ. Многие уже немного пьяны, но не все. Эванс старался потягивать одно пиво уже час, ты довольствовалась своим коктейлем, в котором по твои словам была водка, но Эванс в этом сомневается.

Подойдя к тебе он натягивает слабую улыбку.

— Можно спросить тебя о кое-чём?

— У меня ведь нет выбора, верно? — интересуешься ты, переведя на Эванса свой взгляд.

— Частично.

— Тогда спрашивай.

Это стоило того, чтобы набраться сил. Он знает, что всё может испортить. Ты нравилась ему больше, чем он того хотел.

— Почему ты ненавидеть меня?

Твоё внимание теперь полностью посвящено Эвансу, несмотря на то, что тебе приносят твой заказ.

Твой стакан снова полон, и ты притягиваешь его к себе, прокатывая по деревянной барной стойке.

— С чего ты взял, что я тебя ненави��у? — интересуешься ты, скорее оттягивая время для объяснений.

— Я вижу, как ты ведёшь себя с остальными и со мной.

— Остальные не говорили, что я очередная наивная девчонка, которая даже не знает, что делать со студентами. Они также не говорили о том, что я скорее пойду на вечеринку в братство, а не на собственную лекцию.

Твои слова заставляют Эванса ощутить жар по всей шеи. Он невольно вспоминает, как говорил это одному из своих друзей и по совместительству коллег. Крис понятия не имеет откуда ты могла это узнать. Но это было давно, и он просто подшучивал. Ему никогда не хотелось обижать тебя или задевать, тогда он даже не был знаком с тобой лично.

Эванс не успевает ничего сказать, поскольку ты забираешь свой напиток и направляешься обратно к столику с вашими коллегами.

#imagine #русский imagine #imagine на русском #русский писатель #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #professor Chris Evans #professor!chris evans #professor!chris evans x professor!reader #professor au

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polyjuicedpadfoot · 1 year

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Em’s December Delivery!

Hello friends, I am super excited to announce that November has been a very productive and creative month for me, just in time for the winter holidays!

There were a few things I can thank for my inspiration. The first being The Adult Fandom Project’s holiday challenge! I wrote 4 one shots for the challenge, all of which I will be posting this month!

The second is my Secret Santa gift for the lovely @carlav-blogs. Six parts, one fic. Two words: Professor AU ;)

The third being a Christmas gift for my love @siriuslythatbitch. Again, six parts, one fic. Two words: Hockey AU ;)

I will be posting approximately every second day of December, starting today on December 1st going all the way until December 31st!

If anyone is interested in what I will be posting and when, the schedule is below the cut. But for now, all I have to say is Happy Holidays everyone and enjoy the last month of 2022!

Coming at Christmas (Jegulus, E, 6k)

Description: James meets a man named Reg at a charity ball and can't stop thinking of him for months. Fast forward to the Pure-blood Ball where he just so happens to meet Regulus Black once again.

Posting: December 1st

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Learning to Trust Again (Wolfstar, E, ~30k)

Description: Thirteen years after Sirius' life changed forever, he's learned to survive, he's learned to manage and he's learned to raise Harry. Now, going back to Hogwarts to teach while Harry goes back for his third year, Sirius finds his life changing once again, throwing him back into the past with no idea how to deal with it all over again.

Posting: December 3rd, 7th, 12th, 16th, 21th, and 25rd

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Golden Goal (Wolfstar, E, ~30k)

Description: When Remus gets selected to play on Team Canada in the 2022 Winter Olympics, nothing can bring him down...nothing except being forced to play with his old teammate, Sirius Black, once again. Thrown together on the same team, Remus tries to navigate his past with Sirius while refusing to believe that he's changed...but oh, how Sirius has changed.

Posting: December 5th, 9th, 14th, 19th, 23st, and 25th

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Latkes and Love Confessions (Wolfstar, T, 1.7k)

Description: Remus walks in on his boyfriend and his mother bonding.

Posting: December 27th

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Loosening Up (Rosekiller, E, 4.7k)

Description: Barty tags along with Evan to his company Christmas party only to watch Evan crash and burn from the stress. So, like the good friend he is, Barty offers to help Evan relax and nothing relaxes Evan like a blowjob.

Posting: December 29th

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Letters to You (Pandalily, M, ~7k)

Description: Twelve letters exchanged between Lily and Pandora between December 1979 and October 1981.

Posting: December 31st

#wolfstar #jegulus #rosekiller #pandalily #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #lily evans #pandora lovegood #professor au #hockey au #holiday prompts #em writes #polyjuicedpadfoot

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joulex · 1 year

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And if i say little women au with lily as jo, james as laurie and regulus as amy, THEN WHAT

#jegulus #marauders #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #maruaders era #marylily #also mary is that professor that jo meets working at the school #side wolfstar and dorlene ofc #wolfstar #dorlene #SOMEONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO WRITE PLEASE DO THIS #little women #au

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tomtepixiedust · 4 months

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Been lately on a Harry Potter fanfic binge, can't stop it only add to it, anyway

Hermione gets sorted into Slytherin, Draco into Hufflepuff

Chaos ensues when both are completely done with their (not for long) houses and as such join forces (with great effort and lots of mutual disdain) to get a resorting. (Of course for various reasons, Draco not fancying possible disownment - the faint memory of whispers about previous cases in his family giving him shudders - while Hermione got the memo immediately, mugglborn really not welcome, halfbloods already seeming to struggle, got it on the first day, hard not to see shit thrown into your face, got enough experience as a black person back in primary school). Anyway. Lots of bargaining, grumbling, school start and break downs (more on Draco's side, tis little drama queen and not writing letters - he ain't that crazy to break news to his parents cough father cough before resorting -, Hermione taking on a more seething cold rage befitting an scorned 11 year old)

Somehow this translates into near herculean effort put into academics making them the best of the best for the year (well half year, the resorting a work in progress) since veeeery long ("Ya sure they shouldn't have been sorted into ravenclaw" cue in dirty look from Draco). Also as last ditch attempt they try to poison the hat (charms don't work on hat) to get him manipulated enough for him to resort them into their proper houses (ravenclaw and slytherin) so later they can feign ignorance about how the hat must have made a mistake

Bonus: Draco murderous lil badger/duckling/snakeling on quidditch field with Cedric trying for head ruffles

Hermione working through her anger in being put in this shithole without options of transfer getting into very (passive) aggressive intellectual trade offs over boiling cauldron with Professor (mutters incompetent, can't get her resort out of racist snake pit) Snape

(surprisingly no bashing, everyone alive for more chaos, but fear not, Snape despairing and close to heart attack over Hermione's poison attempts on hat, Lily cackling over her besties karma "Hey, you were the one grumbling over the lack of promising students, see now you have one very bright Slytherin to teach")

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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SDAU, The Professors, Chapter 10

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, mentions of feral! Dark Ransom, violence, broken nose, angst, oral (m receiving), implied smut, insecurities, jealousy

“Are you sure that you’re going to be fine?” Emily asked her mate as he looked at her nervously, “I-I can feel how skittish you are across the bond, Tom. It’s fine if you-“

“I-I’ll be fine…go have fun with your friend,” he reassured her. And while he meant to sound like he was completely fine, Emily felt how he gripped her hip just a little bit tighter. She gave him a sad smile and a soft, but firm kiss, “alright, fine, but only because it’ll force you to stop procrastinating, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Go ahead, call me by my title all you want,” he chuckled, brushing what was supposed to be a playful jest off, “just remember that this professor scored with his extremely attractive, amazing, and intelligent student, and that he also marked her…and she’s stuck with him forever…one day she’ll be Mrs. Professor Hiddleston.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works…you know you’re definitely missing a few steps…like you proposing, and all later down the road,” she giggled softly, playing with his lapels. He smirked, and she straightened them out before turning back towards the coffee shop, “but you be a good boy and I’ll bring you home a scone.”

“Oh, you truly do know the way to my heart, little mate,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to her lips. She gave him a final squeeze, as she waved him off, “I love you, Emily.”

“I love you, Tom.”

She smiled as she went into the café, almost immediately spotting her friend, Lily. She was waiting for her in a corner booth, but she didn’t look like the sweet, bubbly girl that she’d met in the library before the school year started.

“Lil?”

She jumped hearing her friend’s voice. She’d been far too invested in something on her phone. Looking up, she offered her a nervous smile, “hey…you showed up.”

“Yeah?” she asked as though it were a silly thought, “why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m just a little bit paranoid about things now a days. R-Ransom makes sure that I don’t have much free time…and what little time I do have, I-I don’t get to see very many people outside of the sorority.”

She furrowed her brow as she sat down, and the two girls ordered from a barista that had stopped by the table. After she left to go fix their drinks she sighed.

“What’s going on, Lily? Are you okay?”

“No,” she admitted with a shake of her head, “I thought being part of a sorority would be great…but it feels like I’m trapped and there’s no way out…I just…I feel like I’m being controlled by him…”

“Being controlled by who, Lil?” she asked softly, “you’re not making any sense!”

“I-the guy I slept with. Ransom.”

She frowned, “you mean the Rho?”

Lily nodded, “y-yeah. Ransom. Ever since then he’s been making me miserable. He keeps telling me that he’s not going to leave me alone…and that I just need to get over it and submit to him or-��

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah…he’s been with her since their freshman year…and she’s an alpha fox…her friends have started harassing me about Ransom…and h-he said he’ll protect me from her if I come back…”

“You need to report him. And her. They both sound like lunatics.”

“Em…he’s my mate,” she frowned, tears pricking at her eyes. The barista returned with their drinks and pastries, and she looked away. The conversation halted once more until she left, “I-I felt it when we slept together…and I know that’s the reason why he’s going through all this…I-I bit him…”

Emily’s eyes went wide, “You marked him?”

“I think he has mate sickness,” she admitted with a nod, “after I found out that he lied to me and he really had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let him mark me…and I’d been blowing him off…I-I know I shouldn’t have just abandoned him…he’s, my alpha.”

“Lily, mate sickness is a real thing,” she admitted with a frown, “Tom and I had a mild case of it when we marked each other because he continued going to teach his classes while I was in my heat…I-I can’t even imagine what he’s feeling considering only you marked him, and then you walked away. That’s why there are special marking leaves built in, in case this kind of thing happens...”

And just in that moment, the door’s bell rang loudly, and heavy footsteps rushed back to the booth. Lily nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw Ransom there, “mega…please…just talk to me. I-I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come back to the hou-”

“R-Ransom, I can’t…not here.”

“Baby, please…she means nothing,” he promised, kneeling outside of the booth so that he was on his knees, leaning over until his hands reached her and he kissed her knuckles, “mega…I need you…I need you to come back. I’m not going to alpha command you, but I need you so bad. Need you in my bed. C-come back to my room and make a nest for us. We can make a kit if you want. I-is that what you want? Kits? I-I can do that. I just need a shot. I scrubbed her scent out of my room, I promise. I-I even went out and got all kinds of fabrics, and pillows, and stuff that an omega would need to have in her nest. And you can use all of my stuff if you want. It’ll be perfect. And then I can make love to you again, and-“

“Ransom, stop.”

The alpha seemed to freeze mid-sentence, waiting for his omega to tell him what she wanted. Emily frowned, feeling bad for the alpha. She could smell the anxiety in his scent. She noticed the slightly bitter tinge as the crispness seemed to taste almost too strong on her tongue.

“J-just tell me what you need, mega. I’ll get it. Whatever it is that you need, I’ll do,” he offered softly, “all I need is you to tell me-“

“I need you to stop, Ransom,” she whimpered, pushing herself away from him and deeper into the booth, “I need you to go away. G-Go back to your girlfriend. Leave me alone…forget I exist.”

Ransom’s frown turned into an angry look. He glared at his mate and his jaw clenched, “you’re my omega…my mate. Y-you marked me! I’m not just going to forget that you exist, Lily.”

“Rans-“

“Stop,” he commanded. Lily instantly froze, a pained expression crossing her face as he alpha commanded her, “I tried to be nice to you. Tried to give you the choice. Tried to shower you with all the affection that you would want…because I’m trying to be a good alpha to you. But you don’t want any of it. Y-you claimed me, and now you’re rejecting me!”

Emily frowned, seeing the gold that had lined his eyes, making the green flecks within his cool blue eyes more vibrant. It looked like a blue, green, and gold confetti popper in his eyes, and while it was scary to see an alpha look this unhinged, neither woman could deny how beautiful his eyes looked in that moment. But both women could sense that he was about to alpha command Lily into doing something that she didn’t want to do.

Which is why Emily did the only thing she could think of. She wound up and punched Ransom. A sickening crack resounded through the café as Emily grabbed her best friend’s hand and they both ran away from the alpha with the now broken nose.

“Well, it sounds like you and your friend had almost as much of an interesting day as I did when I tried to reconnect with Loki and Charles,” Tom frowned as he helped set the table, “granted, Loki wasn’t there, and Charles had to run, but it wasn’t fun.”

“Well, it was fun enough that you had to invite them to our place so that you could have a mate’s dinner,” she teased lightly from the kitchen. When Tom gave her a sullen look she frowned and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist, “you know I’m just teasing you. There’s no shame in needing someone in your corner, Tom. I don’t fault you for it. Plus, it will be nice for me to be able to meet your brother and his mate.”

“They got married…who does that?” Tom growled, suddenly feeling angry over the fact that Charles had kept that a secret, not only from him, but from all of their brothers.

“Well, you said that they wanted to wait until they were both through college before they marked one another…they just wanted to feel connected to their mates. You can’t fault them for that, Tom.”

“I mean I could,” he admitted softly. Emily rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss to his throat, right over his mating gland, “I think that it’s cute. Loki is being respectful of your friend, even if you don’t see it that way. You said Charles is a human, right?”

“Yeah,” Tom sighed, hearing the doorbell, “but that’s not Loki. He-he has to be tricking Charles…Loki’s always been a mischievous prick.”

“Maybe you need to look at it through Charles eyes,” she reminded him, “you said that they’d been together for years…right?”

“Well yeah…”

“Do you think your brother would keep up the charade that long?”

Tom frowned, shaking his head, “No…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right, Tom. I’ll get the door,” she smiled, pressing another kiss to his neck, “you finish the table.”

Tom sighed, finishing up the table while Emily went to the door. He didn’t need to turn around to hear Charles exclaiming how beautiful the house was or hear the smugness in Loki’s voice as he introduced himself.

“I’m Loki,” he said in that smug tone of his, “I’m Tom’s half-brother…and this is my husband, and mate, Charles. Brother, aren’t you going to say hi to us?”

Tom felt himself growling as he turned around, closing the distance from the dining room to the entrance, where he saw the three of them. His arm instantly went around Emily’s waist, “Brother…Charles.”

“So formal this one,” Loki smiled, gesturing to Tom, “always prim and proper…the right way as mother used to say.”

Tom frowned at the mention of his mother, “yes…well, someone has to be proper…I am a professor after all.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily smiled, cutting the tension as she discretely elbowed her mate, “Tom never introduced any of us. I’m Emily…Tom’s mate.”

“Oh, Tom…you’ve mated the girl,” Loki smiled devilishly as he noticed the two marks on the pair’s throats, “did mother approve of that?”

“Loki,” Charles frowned, looking at his husband, “Please…we’re trying to be nice…remember?”

“If it makes you feel any better, I had to tell this one to be on his best behavior too,” Emily smiled, nudging Tom, “alpha…can you go check on the roast?”

“Of course, mate,” Tom smiled. He pressed a firm kiss to her temple. While Tom went to check on the food in the kitchen, he knew Emily would offer them drinks, “Em…do you need me to grab a bottle of wine, love?”

“We actually brought one,” Charles smiled, coming into the kitchen, “I hope you don’t mind. Loki said you preferred reds…”

Tom gave him a stern frown at the mention of his brother and Charles sighed, “it’s not like I knew that he was your brother, and actively went after him, Tom…you can’t keep holding that over my head.”

“I’m not holding it over your head,” Tom sighed, looking at his best friend as he pulled out a corkscrew to open the wine, "I don't fault you for who you love…trust me…if you knew about him, you wouldn’t love him…mate or not.”

Charles frowned, “please don’t talk about my husband like that, Tom.”

“It’s hard to feel a certain type of way,” he sighed, turning back to his friend, “my mom was my best friend aside from you, Charles. She raised me single-handedly. Raised Loki and I…and for him to do what he did.”

“Do you know why he did what he did?” Charles asked, this time his voice giving away to the anger he was hiding.

“What on earth are you talking about, Charles?”

This time it was his turn to frown, “it’s not my place to say, Tom…but maybe you should actually hear my husband, your brother’s side of the story…because your mother was never a kind woman to him, despite the relationship she had with you.”

“Hey, thanks again for talking to them,” Sebastian said simply a few days later when he saw Chris again, “I didn’t expect them to out and out leave us alone entirely though. It was pretty surprising.”

“What can I say?” Chris laughed nonchalantly, “it was a misunderstanding…”

“Rho’s are dicks, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled, “but this was a serious situation…I mean Alana is pregnant with that assholes kit.”

“Bobby isn’t going to bother her,” Chris answered as he got his coffee prepped and put in the to-go cup, “it’s an understanding between brothers, Sebastian…you know how that is. I mean, if you talked to any of the Sigmas and the situations were reversed, wouldn’t they back off?”

“A sigma wouldn’t do that, Chris,” Sebastian reminded him, “none of us would do what he did to her and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes, “alright…whatever you say, Seb…I gotta get to campus. I’ve got a few early morning privates scheduled.”

“See you later, Chris.”

Sebastian watched as his friend walked out of the kitchen and he heard the door shut shortly after. He bit his lip. Something didn’t feel right. He’d had run-ins with the Rho’s before, and while he wasn’t one himself, he’d never heard of anyone having such an easy experience getting rid of one of them. It seemed a little odd to him that Chris just went to the house and managed to sort everything out.

But he pushed the thought to the back of his head when he heard Alana padding down the stairs. He gave her a soft smile when he noticed her wearing one of his shirts.

“Hey you,” he smiled, “you’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, rubbing her eyes, “this little thing kept me up nearly all night…when do babies normally start kicking? And is it different for a shifter?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but you had sex with Bobby closer to the beginning of the summer, didn’t you?”

She nodded, “yeah…I’m closer to the end of the first trimester…that’s really weird to admit, right? I mean, how didn’t I notice it?”

“Well, if you’re really curious those are all questions you can ask the doctor at your appointment…because I’ve never had a pup and I don’t know the mechanics,” he chuckled. She gave him a smile, “now get back into bed, and I’ll make you some breakfast!”

“Alright…hey this is going to sound weird…but can I go lay in your bed?”

He smiled, raising a brow, “why would that be weird?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “because we aren’t dating or anything…but I just have this insane urge to like…be around you…and not just be around you…like-“

“You want to be covered in me,” he smiled, cutting her off. She nodded and he licked his lips, pulling the bottom one through his teeth, “call it a hunch, but you may be having a shifter. Typically, when an omega is pregnant, she wants to be completely wrapped in her mate’s scent. They don’t really know the science behind it, but the best guess is that it has a lot to do with the chemicals your brain releases subconsciously. It affects the pup. Though there are a lot of studies that show women who are surrounded by their mate’s scent during pregnancy have pups that are more pack-oriented and affectionate towards their fathers…”

“Are you saying that the pup wants me to be wrapped in your scent?”

Sebastian blushed, partially embarrassed by the fact that he had been rambling about it. He had read up a lot on certain subjects, and that was one of them. He nodded, “Yeah…I guess so.”

“Alright, medical resident Stan,” she teased, “so for the kit’s sake…can I go lay in your bed?”

“I never said no, sweetheart,” he smiled, shooting her a wink, “let me make you a nice, healthy breakfast and I’ll be up…are you craving anything in particular?”

“You, little kit, are killing me,” Alana moaned, nearly a week later as she snuggled up into Sebastian’s blankets. Ever since last week, she had found herself sneaking into Sebastian’s bed more and more often. And today, Sebastian had gotten up a few minutes ago to make them both breakfast, and ever since he’d left, it was like her kit was clawing at her stomach, wanting to be closer to him, “he’s coming back…I promise…just please chill the hell out.”

“You okay there?”

Alana’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked at Sebastian. He walked into the room, a breakfast tray in his hands. But she wasn’t focused on the breakfast. Her breath had hitched because he was wearing nothing but his blue and white striped boxers. She hadn’t noticed it when he rolled out of bed. But now, it was the only thing on her mind. She felt like her throat went dry, and her head instantly began screaming that she needed him in an entirely different way.

Sebastian put the breakfast tray on her lap, and she whimpered. His brow furrowed, as he seemed oblivious to the effects, he was having on her, “are you okay, Alana?”

“I-uh, why are you only in your boxers?”

Sebastian blushed, having not thought about that part. He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m sorry, I can get dressed. I just…last night when you crawled into my bed you kept pulling all my clothes off.”

Her eyes widened and she nearly choked on the juice that she’d picked up, “I what?”

That’s when she noticed the light scratch marks on his abdomen, right over his six pack and his shirt and sleep pants on the floor beside her. She quickly felt mortified as she looked at him.

“Yeah,” he blushed, running his hands through his hair as he pushed his glasses up, “I uh…I obviously didn’t let you get me naked…but it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

“O-oh my god…I-I’m so sorry…I don’t know what-“she blushed, cutting herself off. She looked away from Sebastian as he sat on the bed beside her, “I don’t know what came over me…I-I don’t even remember that.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. When she didn’t look back at him, Sebastian sighed and held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “hey. It’s okay, Alana. I-I’ve been reading up on it some more, you know, after we had the doctor’s appointment for the kit once you had asked about it…and during pregnancies that’s pretty common. You find comfort in my scent…you want to be closer to me.”

“It’s not just comfort,” she muttered to herself, thinking about how lately it seemed like every little thing that he’d done managed to turn her on. He raised a brow and she blushed, ”I…well…okay, no judgement, right?”

“As promised.”

“It feels like I’m constantly horny…I mean, I haven’t had morning sickness in a while, and I feel like changes are happening,” she admitted nervously, “like I’ve noticed that my boobs have gotten bigger, and that I constantly want to jump your bones…like all the time I’m thinking about just riding you until I can’t think straight…and it’s so much worse in class…god, seeing you up there all authoritative and everything, I jus-“

“I-is that why you’ve been arguing more with me during my lectures lately?” Sebastian asked, finally putting together the pieces of the puzzle. He’d noticed the past few weeks she’d become more aggressive during the lectures, arguing over the most simple details. He’d also been able to smell whenever she became aroused, and even he had noticed that it was a lot more than before. While he’d become accustomed to it, he had to admit that it turned him on more, and there had been a few times where he had found himself rushing back to his office, locking the door, and rubbing one out, just so he could control himself. It was like she always had him on the verge of going feral, and it was slowly driving him insane. She blushed once more, and Sebastian smiled, “no judgement right?”

“Right!” she said softly.

“I want to kiss you, Alana,” he admitted. Her eyes met his again, and she bit her lip, before her eyes slipped to his lips and then looked away, “I won’t kiss you if you don’t want me to though. I just…I still think of when we kissed that day, and-“

But he had missed where she slid the tray off her lap and onto the desk beside her, only to crawl into his lap and smash their lips together. She moaned hungrily against his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she quickly claimed the dominating role.

“Sebastian,” she moaned. A rumble started in Sebastian’s chest as her nails grazed down along his abs. He groaned as she rolled her hips, her slick already creating a damp spot on his boxers, “fuck, I want so much more than a kiss.”

“Anything you want,” he rumbled happily as he held her against his lips. His hands went into her hair, tugging lightly as they got tangled in the long tresses, “take it all, mate.”

“Mate,” she moaned in response, pushing him back down on the bed. She broke away from his kisses, trailing down his jaw and neck. He shuddered when he felt her tongue laving over his mating gland, and it pulsed beneath her, “you like that, Sebastian.”

“God yes,” he groaned. He watched her trail more kisses down his chest, all the way down to his abs. His stomach tightened when she reached his boxers, and he shivered when her nails delicately traced the straining appendage, “fuck. Mate…Alana…I-oh god…”

“I want to taste you, Sebastian,” she begged. She pressed a few kisses to his cloth covered cock before licking over his tip. He moaned, another shiver running down his spine as some precum leaked through the fabric, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“I-I don’t…I don’t want to take advantage of you, Alana,” he moaned as she gripped him firmly and began stroking him through the boxers. His thigh twitched and she looked up at him with lust clouding her eyes, “we should stop…right? I-I want you to want this because-“

“I’ve always wanted it,” she admitted as her hands slipped to his waistband. Sebastian didn’t fight her as she pulled the boxers down, “I’ve wanted this since the day I first met you…I knew it should have been wrong…all the fantasies that played in my head…but it didn’t feel wrong…and then when we kissed…”

Sebastian’s eyes rolled back into his head when she took him in her mouth. His hands went to her hair once more and his breathing began to get heavy,” fuck…Alana…fuck, I-oh god…baby.”

His moans got louder as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him down to his base, his fine little hairs tickling her nose. His rumbles turned into husky growls that only made her wetter, only made her want to ride him even more. And they continued to progress until it seemed like one continuous response.

“Please,” she whimpered, her mouth popping off his cock with a loud noise. She continued pressing firm kisses and kitten licks to his head, “want to feel you inside of me, Sebastian. Please. Need you…need to feel you knotting me.”

Sebastian’s hindbrain went into overdrive at the thought of knotting her. His inner wolf was screaming that it was go-time, but his more logical side felt anxious, “Alana…baby…is this what you want?”

“Need,” she repeated, climbing up his body until she was eye level with him, “I need you, Sebastian.”

He growled, flipping them over so that he hovered above her, “I-I need you to know that this isn’t a one-time thing with me…if-if we have sex, I want this to be-“

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, pulling his lips against her own, “I’m all yours, Sebastian.”

Natasha glared at Chris as she stepped aside, letting both him and Calista into her house.

“I don’t trust it,” Natasha hissed as she crossed her arms and looked at Chris, “We’ve been trying to get that psycho to leave us alone our entire relationship, but because you two are brothers in the same frat, and you tell him to stop, he does? Something feels off about this whole situation…and I know it’s because of you.”

“Chris didn’t know me and you were in a relationship when he made me st-“ Calista began but she was cut off by Nat yet again.

“It doesn’t matter if he didn’t know then. I’m not saying that he had anything to do with what happened the first time around,” she growled, irritated that they were even indulging the conversation, “I know that something doesn’t seem right. It doesn’t feel right. Something about this is off. He made this happen because I agreed to create a pack with him and you if he could get that psycho to stop, but I do-“

“Nat...are you backing out?” Calista asked nervously, reaching out to her. Natasha’s glare towards Chris softened when her omega touched her arm. She looked at her for a moment. Calista hadn’t touched her since they had broken up, and something so small as a touch to her arm was enough to throw her full force into the emotions she tried to push away for her omega. Calista frowned, “alpha? A-are you abandoning me?”

Nat’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, “N-no. No! Cal I wouldn’-“

“You can’t accept me and Chris…”

“I’m just a little confused,” she said firmly, “how is it that we fought with that asshole and he’s suddenly okay with leaving us alone because of a ‘misunderstanding between brothers.’ Something’s off ‘mega…I don’t trust that.”

“If you want, Nat…we can give it some time,” Chris grumbled, upset over the fact that she didn’t trust him now that Chase was off their backs, “since you seem to think I’m tricking you.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it, Natasha,” he growled. Cal looked back to him, and he took a heavy breath before sighing, releasing it, “but it’s fine…you want time to make sure it’s not some trick…name it.”

“A month…those assholes wouldn’t care to keep up a charade that long, professor or not…i-if they haven’t done anything to come at us in a month-“

“Deal.”

It had been a month.

And true to Chris’ word, the Rhos had left her and Natasha alone. And while Nat couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong, nothing seemed out of place. She had slowly begun to accept Chris back into her life, and it made Calista happy to know that her alphas were tolerating each other, if not just for her own benefit.

That was what led to today.

“So, if we’re going to be a pack…how is this going to work?” Calista asked, “I-it’s been three weeks…and I live at the dorms…Chris lives with Sebastia-“

“It makes sense that we move everyone here.”

Both Chris and Calista were surprised to hear Nat say that. Chris dropped his fork to his plate, and it clattered loudly against the china, “y-you’re serious?”

Nat gave him a stern look, “well it does…it makes the most sense…I’m not planning on buying a new house just to make sure you’re happy. Calista and I originally picked this house as our home…I still see it as such.”

“Nat…”

“Yes mate?”

Calista chirped, nearly jumping out of her seat beside Chris to rush her other alpha. Nat smiled when Calista landed in her lap, and she was nuzzling the alpha’s neck, her nose brushing over the mark that Calista had given her, “I’m just so happy, alpha! Th-thank you.”

Natasha frowned when she realized that her mate was crying. She pulled her back slightly and gave her a sad look as she wiped away her tears, “Cal…don’t cry baby.”

“I ju-just…I thought that you would never get this far…that you would abandon me when I asked for you to bring Chris in,” she sniffled, shaking her head, “I-I’m beyond grateful that I have both of my mates, Natasha…”

Her heart fell into her stomach over the thought that her omega had even thought that she would abandon her, “mega…”

“She really was worried Nat…” Chris admitted solemnly. Natasha looked at Chris for a moment, then she bit her lip and sighed, softening in the moment, “she thought that she was going to have to go through her life with only one of us…that’s why we were hesitant to mark one another.”

“Mega…my life has been completely miserable without you,” Natasha admitted, feeling her own tears rising into the corners of her eyes, “I-I’m not entirely okay with the idea of Chris yet, and I won’t be involved in a relationship with him, but I will be civil…if these few weeks taught me anything it’s that I know I never want to live the rest of my life without you. I need you by my side, omega…you truly do complete me…”

“She completes both of us, Nat,” Chris said with a sad smile. He got up out of his own chair and made his way around the table. When he got to the two women, the back of his hand stroked Calista’s cheek and she chirped and leaned against it, “and whether or not you want to believe it, Nat…you complete me too. And I still love you. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure I have both of my mates by my side…”

“Chris can take the spare room,” Nat commented as Chris went down the hall. Instead of turning into the room that was Natasha’s, Calista opened the door directly across from it, “I already had another desk ordered and brought up so that we could share the office downstairs…that way there are three rooms left. So, if Calista wants one she can have a space of her own upstairs, away from Chris and I…or she can share a room with either of us, and we’ll still have space if someone comes to visit…”

“Or for pups?” Calista asked.

Natasha held back the rumble in her throat as she gave a restrained nod, “Y-yes omega…if you want pups one day that’s an option…”

“C-can I keep my nest in your room, alpha?” Calista asked Nat. This time Nat couldn’t hold back the rumble in her chest as she nodded.

“O-of course you can, omega. You can do whatever you’d like.”

She smiled as she ran up to her, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, “thank you alpha.”

“Of course, omega.”

The process was a short one, but Natasha began to feel more and more insecure with every box that Chris and Calista brought in. Her heart felt like it was racing as she watched the gentle giggles, the tender touches between the two of them, and her heart lurched when she called Chris alpha and he would brush his hand over the mark he’d given Calista.

She began to feel insecure in her status as an alpha.

Sure, she had provided the home for them, and Calista had asked if she could put her nest in Natasha’s room, but Chris had been able to wipe away their problems as though it were really nothing. And that had genuinely bothered her.

Chris had proven that he was the better alpha in her mind, as he made sure that they were truly safe; something that Nat hadn’t been able to accomplish.

So, by the time the last box came in, Nat had felt naturally withdrawn. She knew that both of her mates would be able to feel it, but she didn’t care. She slinked back into her room quietly while Chris and Cal put together Chris’ room.

It wasn’t much later when she’d heard her door slowly being pushed open. She didn’t have to turn in her bed to know that it was both Chris and Calista. Calista was the first one in her line of vision, when she came around to the other side of the bed, kneeling before it.

“Alpha?”

“Yes omega?”

“C-can I lay with you?”

“I’ll never turn you down, omega,” she reminded her softly. Calista gave her a sad smile and crawled into the bed, working her way into Natasha’s arms, “is everything alright? Are you settled in well?”

Calista nodded, feeling small and safe within her mate’s arms, “I felt your sadness across the bond, alpha…are you okay?”

“I’m fin-“

“Nat.”

She stopped speaking when she heard Chris’ voice behind her. He was softly calling her out on her lie. Sighing, she tucked her face into Calista’s neck and inhaled deeply, letting the scent of one of her mates calm her down.

“Chris, I-“

“You’re not fine,” Chris said softly. She sighed again, this time pulling Calista as close as she possibly could to herself, needing her comfort even more. Nat felt the bed dip behind her, and she gave a soft warning growl, but Chris continued his actions until she was wrapped up in his arms; the little middle spoon with both her alpha and omega on either side of her, sandwiching her in, “you don’t have to be so strong all the time, Natasha. Allowing yourself to feel your emotions doesn’t make you any less of an alpha in anyone’s eyes.”

Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach at his words, “I couldn’t protect Calista…we had to sneak around in order to be safe…and you came waltzing in and just like that, everything was solved. It’s hard not to feel a certain type of way, Christopher.”

“Is that what this is about?” he asked softly. Nat nodded into Calista’s neck and Calista shifted so that she was facing her.

“I love you,” she said sweetly, cupping her mate’s face, “I love you so much more than you know, Nat…you are an amazing alpha to me, and you’ve always done what you thought is best to keep me safe. I will never be angry at you for that.”

“But we-“

“We are all safe together,” Chris commented as his arms wrapped around Natasha and Calista. Nat closed her eyes and took a deep breath, completely wrapped in both of her mate’s scents, “and with all three of us together, no one can tear us down. No single soul can hurt us…because I have both of my mates. You are not any less of an alpha than I am…and our omega is here for both of us to make sure that our pack survives and thrives under any circumstance. She’s, our center. She keeps us grounded Nat.”

“I’m just scared, Chris,” Nat admitted softly. Chris frowned as a few tears fell down Nat’s cheeks and onto his arm that was wrapped around them, “I-I don’t want to let you both back in if I know it’s not going to work out…I-I can’t get hurt again…I can’t do it…”

“We won’t hurt you, alpha,” Calista said calmly, as she looked her in the eyes, “we just want to love you…let us love you, Nat.”

“Will it make you feel better if you know why they are leaving us alone?” Chris asked after a moment. This time it was Nat that turned around so that she could face Chris.

“What did you do?”

“I’m blackmailing them, Nat…” he admitted softly, “I know a secret about the Rhos that would destroy the house currently…I found out about it after I graduated, and I kept it in my back pocket in case I ever needed it…but they won’t bother us…trust me on that. They won’t risk breaking up the house just to harass the two of you.”

“Chris you’re turning against them for u-“

“I’m doing this for the three of us, Nat…” Chris replied, cutting his other mate off, “I wasn’t lying when I said that I would make it up to you…I love you. And I love Calista. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the two of you safe.”

Chapter 11, The End

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