#very close to asking my prof if i can get out of doing this. because I leave this year and they obviously dont

[nazumichi]

not exaggerating not blowing the situation out of proportion prommy but I think I’d rather do literally anything else before that chemistry group project. put me in the furnace or something. mountain. exam?? ?

#raii talks a lot #Please anything else. I made. Like a list of things that the group needs to do. and it’s stuff I need to do/stuff I need to make them do #And ik they’re not gonna care or listen to me. Even though I’m the group leader because no one else gave a shit and this is a big grade #like sorry for being a loser guys sorry for being a nerd but boy howdy we should do this thang huh. Pass this class. You sophomore shits #very close to asking my prof if i can get out of doing this. because I leave this year and they obviously dont #And I have ap tests and a sat which they also don’t have and god id take a full exam over this at this point #There’s just so much to do and so many things I want to prioritize and I’m so ashamed to ask my prof that because I like him and what if he #says no that would be mortifying. coping by making lists and trying to work ahead and reading mk which doesn’t help chem-wise #but it does make me feel less like passing out in agony. like woah i love this book I love this guy!!! I’m going to attack classmates #I loooove complaining I love this book I love kicking people and raging

[hannie-dul-set]

YOURS TO KEEP.

p — SHEN QUANRUI x female! reader. g — college! au, exchange student! ricky, fluff, very very lightly angsty. w — swearing, alcohol consumption. kdrama references and misquoted quotes. 3.2k words.

note — dreamt of ricky. vomited out.....ricky as ur cute bf who behaves like a cat and whose favorite forms of cross-cultural exchange is receiving headpats and watching kdramas. only 2 scenes are actually inspired by my dream 😭 if someone guesses which line/s were extracted directly from my dream, i'll reward u with a gyuvin drabble how about that 👍

you picked up a cat from the university’s foreign exchange program.

however, he did not come in a box. he came in a louis vuitton tracksuit and balenciaga sunglasses, which very much caught you off guard when you came to meet him at the admin building, and you greet him after mustering the courage to finally walk up to the cat’s imposing presence. “h—hello! are you perhaps shen quanrui?”

he takes off his sunglasses, meets you with a pair of pretty swoopy, pretty eyes, and says, “oh. yes. are you my owner?” 

you pause. you’re taken aback because that...that doesn’t sound like the right word. “ah, um. i’m the person assigned to help you around the campus and the city for the semester, yes! it’s nice to meet you!” but you brush it off because of language barriers and all. his mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape when you tell him the correct term.

“oh, sorry.”

“it’s alright!” you say. “hope we get along!”

quanrui tells you that you can just call him ricky, and gives you a small smile. one of many that you’ll be graced with for the duration of the semester.

“i’ll be in your care.”

your new cat is a little intimidating at first, clad in all black at all times. the night you helped him first settle into his dorm, even his pajamas were reminiscent of an abyss— like a white ragdoll trying to disguise itself as a panther because you later find out that he’s actually a really sweet, really polite, and really clingy cat.

“um. knock, knock.”

you look up from your laptop, ricky in a long leather coat hesitantly peeking out from your half-open bedroom door (you gave him a copy of your apartment key. your cat needs a way to get in by himself somehow). he texted you earlier, asking if you can help him out with an essay, and you assume he’s right here right now for that very reason.

“do you have your paper?” you ask, closing your laptop. he nods and lifts up his ipad, showing it off. you have a very cute cat. you scoot aside and pat the empty space on your bed, and ricky comes padding in, mattress sinking when he settles beside you, making sure to maintain a respectable enough distance and hands you his device with the google doc open.

“oh. i marked the parts where i’m not sure about my vocabulary,” he mentions the moment a yellow highlighted part came up on the screen. 

you give it a once over. “i think this is right. yeah, you did good.” when you turn your head, you’re met with a pair of proudly sparkling eyes. you stifle out a laugh. “what? do you want a head pat for that?”

“maybe i deserve one?”

you let your fingers sink into the fluff on the top of his head. again, he’s really sweet, really polite, and really clingy. but maybe a little too clingy sometimes, especially when he finally got a lot more comfortable around you.

comfortable enough to hiss at your friends.

“oh, you signed up as a student-helper for the exchange program too?” hanbin asks after seeing you walk in the classroom with ricky in row, trailing behind you like a shadow. 

“yeah, i can’t miss the extra points prof choi baited us with.” you nudge ricky with your elbow, noticing how tense he is all of a sudden and how he’s looking at your senior with a bit of a glare. perhaps he’s threatened by another feline presence.

“nice to meet you!” hanbin greets with a bright, an arm outstretched before you, meant for ricky, but he keeps tucking himself behind you with his hands fixed on your shoulders.

hanbin has his hand left unshaked for five seconds too long now. you nudge him again. he won’t budge.

“ah, ricky is still a little shy!” you exclaim, trying to salvage the situation by grabbing hanbin’s hand instead with both of yours, swinging it around, left and right. you’re lucky your senior is so easygoing. he laughs along with you and says of course, of course, he totally gets it, merrily swinging your arms together back and forth. “he’s still not that confident with his korean. right, ricky?”

“keep holding her and i’ll claw your eyes out.”

you freeze. you leer back at ricky shen, giving him your what the fuck are you saying look? he maintains his stance, tugging you back by the shoulders. you twitch out a smile and try your best to defend your clingy and jealous cat. “ahaha. he’s picked up some weird things from all the dramas he’s been watching,” you say. “sorry about that seonbae! we’ll get to our seats now!”

“haha, it’s alright! nice to meet you ricky!”

“what was that?”you snap back at him the moment hanbin leaves the premises. all ricky does is shrugs and steadies his hold on your shoulders, aiming your body somewhere and he starts making you walk to the back of the classroom— far, far away from where hanbin is sitting.

your cat is a little weird sometimes, sure. gyuvin finds him entertaining enough though. they play tennis every weekend, and ricky started picking up even more weird things from him and all the rest of your friends that you’re starting to think they’re not very good influences.

case in point—

“if you drink this, we’re dating.”

the grape juice he poured into your paper cup nearly spills over from shock. you look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed, cheeks burning and heart racing because what the hell? “seriously, where have you been learning these things?” 

ricky looks satisfied for eliciting that kind of reaction. he pours himself a paper cup of grape juice as well because it’s a weeknight, and you have a quiz tomorrow, and getting wasted is off of the table, so you two settled for juice and chips on your living room floor to relish in your academic misery.

“jiwoong hyung and gunwookie recommended me some movies for me to watch.” he sets down the juice bottle after screwing the cap shut, and you fear the other movies those two gremlins recommended him come from a list of top 50 movie pick-up up lines to woo an unsuspecting victim. next thing you know, he’s gonna invite you to have ramen at his place or go see freaking butterflies with him. “i just watched a moment to remember earlier. my pronunciation is getting better, right?” 

ricky is looking at you with his eyes all big and his lips all pressed together expectantly. he’s waiting for your praise. you feel your chest swell. the grape juice feels heavy in your hand. gosh, he’s such a needy cat. a needy cat that deserves all the praise in the world.

“yeah. i’m proud of you. c’mere.”

you leave your cup on the table to focus on more important things— that is, giving ricky his well deserved pats on the head. you don’t recall how your relationship with him managed to get this far, still remembering how intimidated you felt when you first met him. now he’s on your living room floor, head laying back on your couch with a drama playing on the tiny laptop screen settled on the coffee table, both of you barely paying attention because he’s looking at something on his phone, and you’re gently rubbing his head as you reply to some messages on yours.

“ah, gyuvin is seriously annoying,” you complain. “he’s trying to get me to join his club. coding club he says, when i’m pretty sure he’s just starting it as an excuse to play games on campus.”

“are you going to join?” he asks, bumping his head against your palm when you stop giving him scratches.

“mm, i don’t think so.” you set down your phone to pour all your focus into satisfying your needy cat’s attention requirements. ricky lets out a satisfied rumble when set his head down onto your lap, raking your fingers through the tufts of his hair as he lets his eyes flutter to a close. “i’m already too busy this semester to bother with those things. maybe next time if he’s that desperate to fill in the member numbers..”

“yeah,” he mutters. “you’ll be too busy spending most of your time with me.”

your fingers stop moving.

ricky looks up at you, confused as to why you stopped petting him, and you’d eat him right up if you could. but you can’t keep your cat for too long. it’s only a matter of time before you get your last opportunity to coddle him like this, to shower him in unabashed affection disguised as friendship because the exchange program is temporary, and he’s returning back to china at the end of the semester.

so why is he raising your hopes up if he’s just going to leave anyway?

“i meant my acads, silly,” you say, picking up your untouched juice cup from the table, feeling the weight of the drink slosh around the paper cup as you let it hover in front of your lips. 

he’s raising your hopes up and you’re letting him. you know this is gonna end in a disaster.

still.

“but if you put it that way—”

the sharp taste of sweet grapes hits the back of your throat, swallowing down the lukewarm juice that’s been sitting since ricky poured a cup for you. if you’re gonna crash down at the end of this, might as well crash down from two thousand feet above the ground. 

“are we dating now?”

you set the cup back down on the table, gaze flickered down at ricky, whose face is flushed in surprise one moment— easing into understanding the next, and he props himself up from your lap, reaching out for the back of your neck to pull you into a sugary tart kiss.

yeah, you think, feeling the softness of his lips brush against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks when he pulls you in even closer. if your time with him has a deadline, might as well make the most out of it.

“i was disappointed when you didn’t drink it the first time,” he says, drunk on sweet juice and the feeling of your mouth against his. “jiwoong hyung said that line was effective.”

“can you not think about another man when i’m kissing you?”

he lets out a laugh, “‘m sorry,” then presses a fluttering kiss on your temple, tip of your nose, until his lips meet yours once more at last. “let me try again. ahem. i like you. i don’t need a rainbow.”

“you got the line wrong, baek yijin. try again next time.”

if he’s going to leave anyway, might as well make his departure as heart wrenching as all the dramas he’s so fond of watching.

“looks like our friend here got more than just extra credit for volunteering to help out the exchange students.”

you look up from the stack of papers on your table, only to have more dropped off by taerae with a thunk. hanbin, gyuvin, matthew and ricky are also loitering around the classroom— not that they’re helping you and taerae check the test papers your profs asked you to grade as a favor. at least the constant yelling and arguing and meowing noises(?) are making things a lot more lively.

“congrats, you lucky bitch,” he says.

“you sound like you want to covet my cat,” you raise a brow at him, adding the new set to your pile as taerae grabs a new stack as well.

“your cat for this mutt,” he points his thumb at matthew, who’s currently tucked in the to answer an evaluation sheet on taerae. ricky’s doing the same evaluation about you, somewhere. you’re not sure where your cat went, but he’s probably just around. “are you perhaps open for negotiation?”

“matthew isn’t a mutt. he’s a cute golden retriever.”

“well, your cat doesn’t seem to appreciate you calling someone else cute.”

taerae swerves off to reveal a pouting ricky. he’s got his arms crossed, the evaluation sheet folded in between the fingers of his right hand, and you have to hold back a laugh. “did you finish my evaluation?” you ask.

“i did, but i wanna redo it now. negative points for you,” he protests, but lets you snatch the paper from him anyway. you scoot your chair to the left to give him some space next to you. he grabs an empty armchair and nudges his nose close to your face when you start reading his note at the bottom.

“mid-semester evaluation. my student-helper is very acommodatimg. she has been helping me adjust to korea very well. you spelled accommodating wrong, angel.” 

“i did it on purpose to test you. good job. you pass.”

you roll your eyes, free hand absentmindedly reaching out for the top of his head, and you hear ricky let out a noise of satisfaction. “she always answers my questions and is…very pretty and smells nice,” you set the paper down. your cat is looking at you expectantly. “ricky, i don’t think you can submit this.”

“why not?” he asks. “professor choi said to be as honest as possible.”

your cheeks grow warm.

gosh. this makes things even harder knowing your cat has to leave eventually.

“what did i tell you?”

the convenience store lights need to be replaced soon, you note. it keeps flickering intermittently against the dim night— reminiscent of how you’re feeling right now when you called jiwoong out for a few drinks two weeks before finals, but you’re not depressed because finals are near. you’re wallowing in tear stained sniffles because the exchange program will be over soon, meaning you only have two weeks until ricky has to pack his bags and leaves.

“not to get too attached because he has to say goodbye eventually,” you lament, a puddle of soju burning your lips. jiwoong looks at your pathetic state with remorseful sigh.

“and what did you do?” he says.

“got too attached and now i have to say goodbye to him eventually.” you groan and swallow down a shot. you’re about to pour yourself another, but jiwoong pulls back the bottle— maybe your third one of the night, you’re not sure— away from your reach, and pushes you a plastic bottle of water instead. 

“you just had to go ahead and start dating him like an idiot,” he cracks open the water for you when you don’t do anything with it. he pours it in a shot glass, and you take the bait, drinking down the water, eyebrows furrowing when it doesn’t burn your throat like you expected. “maybe if you tell him to say, he might listen to you.”

you let out a gasp. “i can’t do that! that’d be so selfish of me!”

jiwoong can’t do anything to help you but share your miseries tonight. he simply sits in silence, waiting for the owner of the number he texted a while ago to make an appearance, and listen to your drunk ramblings at eleven in the evening.

“i miss my cat. i haven’t seen him the entire day because he says he had things to do with hanbin and hao.” you’ve melted into the table. high pitched whines aside, he’s surprised you’re still coherent at this point. “bring me back my cat. i miss him so much. i miss my cat. i miss my ricky. i wish he’d never leave me.”

jiwoongs eyes flit up. “looks like your cat misses you too.” he pulls himself up from his chair and picks up his jacket from the backrest. “took you long enough.”

when you tip your head back in confusion, wondering who the hell jiwoong is talking to, you’re pleasantly surprised to see the upside-down face of the cat you’ve been missing.

“ah,” you sound out. “you’re here.”

“thanks, hyung,” ricky settles a hand on the top of your head. you blink. now you understand why he liked headpats so much. “i’ll take care of her from here.”

this is eye opening. you feel your eyelids growing heavier as ricky continues to massage your head, his and jiwoong’s faraway voices talking about something, something you can’t really hear, until jiwoong waves off, and it’s just you and ricky in front of the quiet flickering lights of the convenience store entrance.

you hear yourself whine when ricky’s hand disappears from the top of your head. “you should’ve called me if you missed me,” he says, circling from behind the chair to being in front of you now. he crouches down, settling his crossed arms on your lap, and he looks up at you with his pretty swoopy eyes. “why didn’t you call me?”

“i need to get used to you not being around even if i miss you,” you say, letting your fingers sink into the soft strands of his hair.

ricky lets out a questioning hum. “why wouldn’t i be around?”

“because your deadline is near,” you grumble. “i have to return you to where i first picked you up, but i don’t want to. but you have to. this sucks so much.”

you’re still saddled with insobriety, and the fact that your sweet cat isn’t purring like usual when you’re patting his head is making your bottom lip quiver and your eyes sting because you fear you might’ve said something wrong. “aren’t you gonna ask me what i did today?” he simply asks. you suck in a wavering breath and swallow a lump in your throat.

“what...did you do today?”

“hanbin hyung helped me settle the requirements for my transfer” ricky lands a gentle hold on your wrist and brings your hand down to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. it’s warm. “i’m going to continue attending here. hao hyung is too.”

you blink at him. “w—what?”

“i don’t have to leave. you don’t have to keep missing me.” he brings your hand down palm to the front of his lips, pressing a kiss into your palm. “i’m not going anywhere. i’m yours to keep.”

it takes you a moment to register ricky’s words, so you stay there for a while— sitting frozen in cold silence until the warmth of his messages finally settles in to thaw you out. oh, you think. “oh,” you repeat out loud, voice wavering. ricky hums out a smile at your reaction. he rises, pulling you up to your feet, and you stumble into him.

“i think i know the perfect line for this moment,” he says, steadying a hold on the small of your back. “what was it? if I don't see you, i get upset. If you're depressed, i get curious. something like that?”

“it’s the other way around, dummy.” you sniffle. “why do you keep quoting nam joohyuk?” 

“because he’s cool,” he says. “let’s go watch start-up at your place once you’ve sobered up.”

the cat you picked from the university’s foreign exchange program is clingy, sweet, and is for some reason obsessed with quoting the dramas he’s been watching. he keeps an arm around you when he walks you back to your apartment after grieving over his departure, only to kiss you with the news that you don’t have to return him any time soon.

YOURS TO KEEP. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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[lupinmoonlight]

Hi! Could you write an alpha prof!remus x omega reader in heat. He gets her to his office after lessons to offer help and she agrees to spend the night( breeding kink)

Masterlist AO3

Alpha, please.

Summary - You are an omega about to experience her first heat. Professor Lupin offers to help and you end up getting railed in the Shrieking Shack (3,416 words).

Warnings - teacher/student relationship, omega verse, alpha!remus, omega!reader, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dubious consent because reader not very in control, age gap, my grammar (english is not my first language), not proof read.

Notes - Throwing this here and RUNNING AWAY. I am SO sorry for the delay, I was hit by a bus (jk lol i'm just burnt out). On a serious note, this was my first time ever writing something in the Omegaverse. Sorry if it sucks :( Thank you to everyone for your patience. I will eventually get to your request!

He noticed your scent before noticing you- a wave of pure, unadulterated omega scent that struck him like a physical blow, a visceral assault on his senses. The classroom, usually a blend of various scents, was now entirely dominated by this scent. Your scent, one of an omega on the cusp of her first heat yet blissfully unaware of it but one that Remus, an alpha, sensed with every fibre of his being. It was rich, sweet, intoxicating, awakening a primal need he had learned to control years ago. An almost uncontrollable need to own, to mark, to protect, to make his. 

As an alpha, the presence of an unclaimed omega, especially one as evidently oblivious to their own nature as you, was concerning. Why were you there without suppressants? How could you not know what was about to happen to you? It was dangerous. Both for you and for any other alpha around, yet there you were, looking as calm and serene as if it were just another day. 

You took a seat at the front of the class, your eyes glued to him. He was tall, commanding, exuding the authority and confidence of an alpha and you hated to admit how much it drew you in. Deep down, you were not interested in following the traditional roles of your status. You didn't want to submit to anyone. The thought alone filled you with dread...except right now. 

The class began and Remus found himself incapable of focusing on his carefully prepared lecture, distracted by the powerful need for something he didn't even allow himself to entertain. It was like all his senses were heightened. He could hear everything, feel everything. Too much. 

The lecture drew to a close, and you began to slowly pack up your belongings, your mind unconsciously reluctant to part from your professor. He made you feel so- 

"Y/N, may I have a word with you before you leave?" Remus asked. His voice was calm but it held an underlying urgency that he hoped you wouldn't notice. 

You looked up to him, your eyes wide and innocent, and in that moment, it felt like you would've done anything this man asked you. What was wrong with you? 

"Yes, Professor Lupin?"

He cleared his throat, attempting to appear casual. 

"Y/N, I... uh, I need to discuss something somewhat personal with you, and I apologize for the discomfort," he began. 

Your brows knitted in confusion, your posture tense. "Something personal, Professor?" 

He paused, gathering his thoughts, carefully selecting his next words. "I've noticed...that is, I've sensed...that you might be approaching a significant time that's inherent to your nature as an omega." 

Your expression shifted from confusion to embarrassment, unsure where he was going with this. "I- I'm not sure to understand, Professor... what do you mean?" 

Remus hesitated, his instincts as an alpha to protect and take charge clashing with his respect for you and your autonomy. "It seems that uh... you're about to experience your first heat, Y/N. It's a critical time for an omega, and it can be very dangerous if you're not prepared or aware." 

Your eyes widened, your embarrassment escalating into fear. "My first heat? But... I- I didn't know... I thought I had more time before... before that happened," you admitted shyly. 

Remus nodded, trying to appear comforting despite the turmoil raging within him. "It's unpredictable at times, especially the first one," he assured you. "It's imperative that you have a safe place and proper care during this period, especially considering that... well I assume, considering you haven't been on any suppressants." 

You looked away, uncomfortable. "No... no I haven't."

"That's okay. That's why I'm offering to help. I can provide a safe place for you, ensure that you have what you need to get through this safely. It's not ideal... but I cannot, in good conscience, let you face this alone." 

You suddenly wanted this very much, despite your habit of fighting your inner nature at every turn- no. You were not going to be a weak, vulnerable omega who needed an alpha to protect her. You could manage. You would manage. This was no big deal. 

"I can handle it myself, Professor," you said, trying to sound confident but failing pretty miserably. 

"I understand, but I assure you, my intentions are solely to offer protection and support. I wouldn't suggest this if there weren't a genuine need." 

At that moment, you weren't sure if he was just very good at being persuasive, or if your pathetic omega nature begged you to bend to his "protection". 

"Are you sure?" the question coming out more as a challenge. 

"Yes, I am. It's my responsibility as your professor and as an alpha to ensure you're safe," he affirmed. 

"O-okay, fine." 

"Just come to my quarters at the end of the day. I'll have everything prepared for you. We'll make sure you're as comfortable and safe as possible," he instructed and this time, his tone was firm, leaving no room for you to argue back. 

You simply nodded and made your way out of the classroom. The conversation had left you disoriented. Your lifelong determination to maintain independence and resist alpha authority was now clashing with an inexplicable trust in your professor. 

You had never expected your first heat to come so suddenly. You thought there would be signs to prepare you, like most other omegas. But no. It was just there. And what was more embarrassing was that it wasn't you who found out first. It was an alpha. And your professor, at that. 

You seriously considered not going to his quarters that night. Not because you were scared or didn't trust him, but just for the shame you felt. That shame, however, was quickly overshadowed by fear. You knew what could happen to unclaimed omegas who were in heat and who didn't take suppressants. Not all alphas were as kind as Remus. Some of them were vile predators ready to pounce on the first vulnerable omega they smelled. Somehow, you knew- rather inherently felt, that Remus wasn't like that. 

Swallowing your pride, you made your way to Professor Lupin's quarters, your stomach an absolute mess from the strange blend of anxiety and odd sense of security. 

Remus was already out by the door, a small bag in hand, a gentle smile, albeit somewhat anxious, expression gracing his face. 

"Thank you for coming, Y/N. I know this must be overwhelming," he said, trying to keep his voice soft and reassuring. 

You nodded, not sure you could trust your voice in that moment. 

He offered a small smile, then gestured for you to follow. "We're not staying here. I have a safer place in mind." 

You obeyed silently, following him through the corridors and then outside, the only sound being the small vials of potion clinking in the bag and the soft thumping of your feet on the wet grass. 

You had no idea where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In that moment, you were quite literally trusting him with your life, and you hated that. 

Stopping before the Whomping Willow, Remus motioned for you to wait at a safe distance, and you watched in awe as he expertly pacified the violent tree, revealing a hidden entrance to an underground passage. 

Without questioning him, you proceeded in silence, making your way through some damp, sketchy tunnels. This was definitely not how you had expected to have your first heat and your need to be with him was growing stronger and stronger. In normal circumstances, you should have been scared, terrified even, following a grown alpha to Merlin-knows-where, but you actually were starting to feel desperate, aching for something you couldn't explain. 

You finally emerged into an old, creaking building, full of dust and looking like it was about to fall apart. Despite this, fresh blankets were laid out on the bed, candles provided a soft light, making it look somewhat comfortable. 

Remus carefully set down the bag of potions and turned to you, looking a bit sheepish. 

"It's not much, I know. But this place has been a refuge of sorts during my time here as a student... it's secluded, away from prying eyes and other... influences," he explained, deliberately vague about the deeper reasons. 

You looked around, taking in your surroundings. He was right, this wasn't much, but it was safe. "Thank you, Professor Lupin." 

"Please, call me Remus here," he insisted gently. "I'll let you settle down. I'll be just next door. If you need anything, just call for me."  

"Thank you, Remus." 

In the adjacent room. Remus sat rigidly, every muscle tensed, focusing on every breath, attempting to anchor himself to his resolve. He was battling his own nature, his instincts, usually so well-contained, were now threatening to overwhelm him, fuelled by your potent scent. It had been years since he'd felt such a primal pull, and he had never acted on it. So he sat, focusing on deep, steadying breaths. it was all he could do to maintain control. 

Meanwhile, you were beginning to experience the torturing onset of your heat. It was a violent assault of unfamiliar sensations, confusing, intense, leaving you feeling profoundly alone yet achingly in need of something- something, specifically Remus. The room felt too large, too empty, yet suffocating. 

Unable to bear the isolation and the escalating ache, you called out, your voice echoing a desperation you barely understood. "R-Remus... Remus, please... I don't know what's happening to me." 

Remus hesitated at the door, his hand clenched around the frame. "Y/N, I'm here. Tell me what you need," he encouraged.  

"I need... I need... I feel like i'm losing my mind. I need... I don't know," you stammered, your confusion and need radiating from you in a way that tugged relentlessly at Remus' instincts. 

He stepped just inside the room, his expression a mix of concern and fear- for you, for himself, for the line he was terrified of crossing. "I know, I know. I understand. It's your heat... and it's strong. But I brought something that might help," he said, retrieving a vial from the small bag he had brought. "Drink this; it should ease the symptoms." 

You took the vial with trembling hands and drank the potion, your eyes never leaving his as he sat cautiously at the edge of the bed. 

"Why is this happening to me like this? Shouldn't the potion work immediately?" you asked, panic evident in your tone. 

"It should, but... your heat seems to be very strong. Let's just wait for a moment. I'm here." 

"Remus... it's not working. Please, I need..." 

"I know what you need, Y/N. But I can't give it to you. We have to wait it out. It's going to be alright." 

This wasn't going to do. Being far from him was painful. Being close to him without getting what you needed what torture. You needed him in a way you had never needed anything else before. You needed him to consume you, to take you, to mark you, to breed you. 

"Alpha, please," you whispered without even meaning to. The moment the words left your lips, Remus froze, his heart racing as every fibre of his being, of his soul, responded to that word. It was spoken with such raw need that it resonated with the very essence of his being. His resolve shattered, not out of defeat, but out of an overwhelming need to fulfill his role as an alpha. 

Before you could react, you were flipped onto your stomach, the sound of a low growl reaching your ears. You were not even in control of your body anymore. Your instincts were controlling you, and you desperately raised your hips, presenting yourself to him in the most intimate way. 

The sight made Remus' blood travel south immediately. Already hard, he yanked down your trousers before unbuckling his own. You raised your hips higher, whining pathetically, desperate for him to take you. As he looked down at you, his cock throbbed with need and he knew then, there was no going back. 

"Please, alpha," you begged again, your voice trembling. "I need... I need you." 

"Fuck..." he growled, reaching down to position himself at your slick entrance. "I'm sorry," he started, his voice trembling, "this is the only way I know to help you." 

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain and pleasure that would soon consume you. "Please," you whimpered, "I need this." 

With a grunt, Remus pushed himself into you, your bodies connecting in a way that was both deeply intimate and primal. You gasped at the intrusion, your body trembling as you felt him filling you. 

He felt you tighten and tense as you tried to accommodate his size, your body reacting instinctively. "Relax," he instructed, his voice a low rumble. "You need to relax. Let me take care of you." 

His words, the authority in his tone, something deep within you responded. You forced yourself to relax, even as you felt his girth stretch you. He hissed in pleasure as he felt you accommodate him, your tightness almost too much. 

"That's it, good girl," he rasped out, one hand coming to rest on your lower back to steady you. His hips snapped forward, burying himself fully within you. 

You moaned, your entire being blissfully consumed by the feeling of fullness. 

"Are you alright?" he asked, staying very still within you. 

You could only nod before another desperate plea escaped you. "Yes, alpha... please, more."

At that, he allowed his instincts to fully take over. His hands gripped your hips painfully, and he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. A part of him was urging him to be gentle, but the other part, the alpha, was screaming at him to take what was his, to claim, to mate, and it was too strong to resist. He needed to feel you beneath him, to lose himself in the pleasure of your connection. 

You clung to the sheets, your nails digging into the fabric as Remus continued to rut into you. Your body rocked with every thrust, and soon enough, the pain began to fade, replaced by a blissful warmth that spread through your body. He knew he was taking a risk. A huge risk. But he couldn't help himself. He needed you, and you needed him. 

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted as he continued his relentless pace. He leaned over you, his chest against your back, your bodies moulding together as though they were made for each other. "You feel so good," he growled low in your ear, his voice deep, rasping, reflecting his unending hunger. 

Each of his movement was sharp, controlled yet desperate, a constant rhythm of push and pull and he delved deeper into you, the pulsing throb of him only heightening your pleasure. 

"Alpha... alpha, please... I- I'm going to-" you tried to say but your orgasm tore through you with such force that you lost your voice. Remus didn't slow down. If anything, feeling you clench around him only fuelled his punishing pace. 

"I'm going to knot you," he announced. "I'm going to fill you up. Mark you as mine," he continued breathlessly. "I want everyone to know you're mine, to see you swollen with my seed, to see you bear my mark." 

You whined, barely able to hold yourself up from under his weight, but you managed to keep your hips elevated, desperate to be filled, to be marked, to be owned. 

His movements became jerky, sporadic as the wave of his release began to crest, each thrust of his hips pushing you further down into the mattress. "Take it," he rasped, "take my knot," his voice a harsh whisper against the shell of your ear before his teeth latched onto the soft skin of your neck, imprinting his mark on you. 

You moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure as his hand traveled down your arm, tangling your fingers together and with a final, deep thrust, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body shuddering as he came inside you. His hips flush against yours, his body draped protectively over yours as he poured himself into you with abandon. Finally he stilled, grunting as he felt the knot at the base of his cock start to swell. 

The sensation was foreign, somewhat painful, and you tensed, almost instinctively trying to move away. 

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay," he tried to soothe, still panting from his intense climax. "Stay still for me. It'll subside soon, I promise." 

He remained on top of you for a while, the knot locking you together, securing a powerful and intimate bond between you. His fingers stroked your skin gently, before he carefully maneuvered you to your side, spooning you protectively as his knot was still deeply lodged within you. 

"I know, it's okay. I'm just making you more comfortable. I've got you," he soothed as you whimpered from the movements. 

You stayed like that, your bodies intimately connected, until the knot subsided enough for Remus to pull out. You whined at the sudden loss and the wet warmth spreading between your thigh. 

As he felt you relax into him, Remus gently kissed your temple before carefully disentangling himself from you. With a flick of his wand, the wet feeling between your legs disappeared and a blanket was draped over you. 

Turning to the potions bag, Remus retrieved a vial, his hands slightly trembling as he grasped the small bottle. 

"Y/N, can you sit up for me?" he asked gently, offering his hand to support you. 

With his help, you managed to move into a sitting position, your movements languid, utterly exhausted from what had just transpired. Remus handed you the potion, noticing your confused expression. 

"This is uh... it's just a precaution... to prevent any unwanted consequences," he explained, uncomfortable from the intimate implications of his words. 

Your cheeks flushed with a hint of color as you took the vial, your fingers brushing against his in the exchange. 

"Oh, I... thank you." 

"I know this looks like... perhaps I had planned for this to happen. But I promise, it is not the case. I simply keep this sort of supply for any students who may be in need." 

"I trust you, Remus. And this was bound to happen, one way or another... and I'm glad it was with you." 

"Well, I... erm. It's important to stay hydrated, especially after this. Here," he said, trying to change the subject. 

You laughed softly, accepting the water from him. He had this way of knowing exactly what you needed before you even knew yourself. You were actually thirsty, and the cool liquid helped soothe your parched throat. 

As you sipped your water, a sudden sharp pain caused you to reach for your neck, your fingers brushing against a fresh, deep red mark. You looked at Remus with questioning eyes, seeking an explanation. 

Remus, visibly uncomfortable and with a hint of regret in his eyes, cleared his throat before speaking. "That's... that's a mark. My mark," he began, struggling to maintain eye contact. 

"In the heat of the moment, it's something an alpha can leave on an omega. It's a claim, a deep, instinctual reaction that seals a powerful bond. I didn't mean to- I should have controlled myself better." 

Your fingers lingered on the mark, your initial shock giving way to a different emotion, one of a surprising acceptance and even a hint of joy. "Does this mean... are we mates now?" 

Remus nodded. "Yes, it does. And I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't intend for this to happen this way. You're a student. I should have been more careful, more in control. But please know, I will take responsibility. I will take care of you, support you, and I promise, I won't be overbearing. I'll-" 

"Remus, stop," you interjected, amused by his words tumbling our in a flustered rush. A smile crept onto your lips, a sense of deep contentment washing over you. 

"I'm not upset. In fact, I'm...happy," you confessed. 

Remus looked up, surprised. "You are?" 

"Yes, I am. To be marked by you, to be your mate... it feels right, despite everything. I don't see myself with any of those young inexperienced alphas..." 

"Young inexperienced alphas," he echoed. "Are you calling me old, miss?"

"Yes, maybe I am..." 

#remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #professor lupin #professor lupin x reader #alpha remus lupin #omega reader #smut

[muniimyg]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ college crush!joon ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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college crush!joon is the type to meet you after class and pretend like he didn't sneak out of a lab just to see you. he'd ask his friends to cover him and his profs turned the other cheek since he's a good kid. it's not like he'd be leaving class early for stupid reasons, right?

college crush!joon walks inches away from you. usually, his hands are shoved in his pockets while you leave yours lingering in case he wants to take it. he does. he's just too shy right now. maybe next time.

college crush!joon expects you to see you at a party. as he waits, he greets everyone he knows. when you walk in, you catch him hugging a girl a little too long for your liking. it can't be helped. you sulk. your smile turns into a small frown and just as you turn to avoid him, he pushes his way through the crowd. "yah, ___!" he slurs as he pulls you in by your waist. as you huff, he chases your eyes. "don't be jealous," joon says desperately. "i'm too tipsy to act nonchalant. might say things i mean. might do things i've been meaning to do." you blink at him. "i'm not jealous." is all you have to say. he laughs before leaning in, slumping his body onto yours. like reflex, you wrap your arms around him. "but if i were... i wouldn't have any reason to be, right?" you ask softly, unsure if you even said it loud enough for him to hear. you feel his hearty chuckle against your body. he pats your head and kisses your neck. he's never done that before. shivers go down your spine. "babe, if i wanted a reaction from you, it wouldn't be through jealousy."

college crush!joon is a man of his word. it wasn't the night of the party, but a few nights after. he came over and then he really came over. as joon finishes the last bit of his soju, you giggle and straddle him. on top, you begin to grind your pussy against his buldge. his jeans are peeled off and the thin fabric of your panties make it easy to feel his cock harden. as you run your fingers in between his boxers waist band, he reaches over to kiss your neck. he kisses it softly and then with intent to leave a mark. you moan as he bites your skin, feeling the sensation of being so close to him. as he does this, you grind on him faster and faster. "holy fuck, i could cum right now." he moans, "can i get my dick out?" you shake your head. "n-no. i just want to do this..." he gulps. "you just want to dry hump me until i cum?" you shrug. "until i cum too." he can't think straight. it's okay if you didn't want to fuck just yet... besides, you two are kind of drunk... so this is good. this is better than good. this is fucking—"you haven't even asked me out. you don't deserve my pussy." you tease, as you cup his face. you mean it though. he offers you a lazy smile, trying his best not to cum just yet. but you look at him with pleading eyes and it makes him go crazy. "bad boy," you slap him. "such a bad fucking boy. you want this pussy? be good to me." he nods, biting his lip from how hot you are in this very moment. "i promise," he says hastly. smiling, you take his hands and hold them for stability. grinding, humping, and fucking his cock that keeps being slapped against his abdomen is too much. there's so much heat between you two. there's so much fucking wetness that soaks both of your fabrics. it's sticky. it's so fucking loud too. he's going to burst. then, you moan, throw your head back, and it must be a god sent moment because your dress straps fall from your shoulders, causing the front to flop down. revealing your breasts, he can't help but watch the way they bounce. without a thought, he buries his face in between your breast. you giggle at the initial ticklish feeling, but quickly feel flustered when he sucks on your nipples. "make me cum," you cry. "make me cum and i'll suck your cock so good, joon. i p-promise." he smirks, making the deal. he then takes a fistful of your hair and tugs it down. he begins to roll his hips against you, and the pace is just perfect. he moans into your ear, he bites your collarbone, he sucks your tits some more—then, you cum. you spill yourself all over your panties and it leaks over his boxers. quickly, you get off of him and go on your knees. tugging his jeans lower, you take his cock out of his boxers and grip them with your two hands. "so b-big," you salivate. "two hands.. oh god. when you fuck me, will you even fit?" your words have him dizzy. he can't even process what you said before you go right into it. you kiss the tip before engulfing it you have nothing to lose. it's like you didn't just cum moments ago. how do you move that fast? as you bob your head, joon can't help but feel his stomach twitch. you suck his dick so good. you suck it like he always thought you would—better even. better because it's real. better because he cums for real. as he spills himself inside your mouth and catches his breath, you swallow and wipe the excess cum off of your lips. " keep your promise, joon... or i'll never suck your dick again."

college crush!joon is annoying. since that night... well, he's been avoiding you. you cried about it the other night. you thought he was different... instead, he's a promise breaker. fuck him. as you're dismissed from class, you can't help but wonder where it went downhill. did you suck his dick wrong or something? were you too demanding? did he not get it? he's so fucking annoying. as you exit the building, for the first time in 2 weeks, you see him. he's talking to another girl. you want to throw a tantrum. instead, you turn your cheek and continue to walk away. then, as you go, you feel his presence catch up to you. "hey." he greets you. you ignore him. "okay, yeah, i'm a dick. i know. i should've called. i should've texted... but i didn't. my bad. i was figuring things out—" you stop walking. he cuts in front of you. "i'm sorry, ___. a group member complained about me always skipping the last portion of lab and i got into some shit with my profs. i got all stressed and not to mention—i've been wrecking my mind trying to figure out the perfect way to ask you out. i want to do that, okay? i want to take you on a date. i should've said it earlier. i should've kept my promise... i'm sorry. please, can you give me a second chance?" he begs. you gulp, feeling uneasy. "f-fine," you agree. "but i'm not sucking your dick no matter how much you impress me with the date. i'm still mad at you." joon's lips curve into a smile. he puts his hands up and laughs. "all good," he reassures you. "i wanna do this right. wanna love you right. you never have to suck my dick ever again—" your eyes widen. "n-no. i will. i want to. it was fun. it was big—" he covers your mouth with his hand. "shhh," he blushes. "how about you just let me hold your hand for now? yeah? let's start there." he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters as you two walk side by side. he isn't shy anymore and you... you aren't as mad. maybe it's whatever. maybe you should suck his dick later for the plot.

#bts smut #nam joon smut #nam joon scenario #rm imagine #bts rm fanfic #bts rm blurb #bts rm smut #joon fluff #joon college au #bts college au

[strwberri-milk]

hi! if it's okay can i request a jealous reader who gets like all mad and sarcastic to Kaeya (insecure deep inside), and his reaction because this random pretty girl was flirting and trying to make a move on him :)

im writing this in class or at least beginning it in class bc my prof told us to write stuff but i do everything early so i dont care and this is my stuff im writing hes a cavalry captain so thats close enough considering what im meant to do lol

You never have any reason to not believe in Kaeya. He's dont nothing to make you feel like you need to distrust him, knowing that he's always got you on his mind judging by the amount of things he brings you just because he was thinking of you, or the way he tries to slip into bed quietly after long days to avoid waking you.

Not only that, but he's always draping himself over your body, finding ways to make you embarrassed or show off his love for you. It's not a bad thing to him as long as it shows people that you're his and he's yours and for the most part, it works.

"Captain Kaeya!"

The two of you turn to see someone running at you - someone he seems to sort of recognise you think by the way his face shifts into moderate contemplation.

"Yes? Is there a problem?" he asks, knowing he's technically on shift right now but he just couldn't resist taking a stroll with you when he saw you leaving your shared house to run some errands.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted to give you this."

They present to him an envelope, their name scrawled on the front of it. Kaeya inspects it quickly through lithe fingers, clearly unimpressed by the little sigh he gives.

"And this is?"

"A confession," they breathe out, clearly anticipating his response.

It's at this moment Kaeya suddenly remembers he's missing a warmth at his side and you yelp a bit as you're pulled into him. He presses a kiss to your lips before returning the mail to sender, smiling brightly at you as he ignores them.

"Unfortunately for you, my heart has already been stolen away. I don't intend to get it back," he purrs, making you roll your eyes.

He's ignoring them even more, vaguely hearing an apology stumble out of their lips before they run off as he presses another kiss to your face.

However, that didn't mean people still didn't try their damnedest, especially when at one of the taverns of the city. Kaeya tended to frequent Angels Share, meaning he was one of two stunning gentlemen there people wanted to sink their claws into.

Diluc's aloofness and almost coldness from focusing intently on his job made it difficult for people to broach his barrier, instead choosing to hone in on the seemingly free-spirited Captain.

You didn't go to the tavern too often, finding it was more fun to fill your time with something else and Kaeya was also just clingy enough that he made you fill your time with him. It meant that he was also drinking less now so as far as you were concerned it was a win-win situation.

But of course, this had to happen one of the few times the two of you decided to go get drinks as a couple. You weren't mad, but it was clear to him that something was wrong as you almost stormed out in the most polite manner you could manage, now staring him down in the living room.

"Hey, can we at least talk about this before you go and cool off without me? I'd at least want to know what I can do to make you feel better," he tries again, reaching for a hand only to be rejected.

"Why don't you go hang out with Claire? I'm sure she'd love more of your attention," you retort, avoiding his gaze.

"Who - you mean the woman hanging off me when you came to the bar? Why would I want to be with her right now?" he asks, puzzled.

"Are you sure about that? Because you looked pretty damn happy to be sitting there with her and all her beauty just shoved into your face! She looked this close to kissing you and you didn't do anything about it!"

Kaeya looks very confused, not even sure if the two of you were recalling the same incident. Yes, there was someone who made herself very welcome on his lap, no, he was not going to kiss her.

"Your hands were on her shoulders! Are you trying to tell me that you were trying to-"

"Push her off? Exactly that," he sighs, coming back to your side despite the fact that you turned your back to him.

"You know it's only you, don't you? Why would I go look for someone else when you're right here, waiting for me to come home?"

You know that he's got a point, still feeling a little stubborn as you keep your arms crossed and stay facing away from him. He doesn't let that deter him, instead slinking his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into chest.

"Come on, you're really going to tell me that you still don't believe me? That you don't know how much I love you?" he murmurs into your ear, beginning to trail kisses down your shoulder.

"Do I need to show it to you?" he asks, eye looking up at you from where he's bent over.

"Show me what?" you ask a little shakily, gasping when he pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You feel him shove you up against a wall somewhere, lips chasing after yours hungrily. He refuses to even breathe too long without you and you're convinced he's stealing the air out of your lungs to fill his own but you also know it doesn't matter because he's here, he's real, and he's in love with you.

"It's always you," he mutters against your lips, giving you a dazed look that's always so characteristic of him when he looks at you.

"It'll always be you, okay?" he reiterates, hands resting on your hips.

"Okay," you say softly, laughing a bit at the smile on his face.

"There you go. Remember that for me, alright hon?" he responds, kissing your cheek.

"I will."

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfic

[ferretrade]

Couldn't get codywan + Cody&satine bffs out of my mind so uhhh here. (Grad student or prof or something au idk)

"I need to borrow your boyfriend," Satine says. Casual. Unbothered.

Cody is unfazed, not looking up from what he's doing. "When?"

Satine jots something down in her notebook. "Tomorrow evening. Faculty event. He's very good at pissing off the head of the department without it falling back on me."

"Alright, he's free. As long as you don't keep him out too late, we have a family thing the next day."

"Do I have a say in this?" Obi-Wan asks, eyebrows raising.

"No," they answer in unison, not sparing a glance in his direction.

Obi-Wan flushes slightly. The two do look at him then before sharing a glance, a slight smile quirking on Cody's lips. Obi-Wan can feel his blush go a deeper red as he mentally curses letting the two people who know him in the most intimate ways become close.

"Fine," he mutters. "But only because I choose to."

"Oh, darling." Satine's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Whatever you have to tell yourself."

Cody at least has the sympathy to lean in and press a kiss to the side of his mouth. A kiss that means I already know what you want because you're mine. A kiss that makes him shiver the tiniest bit, as chaste as it is.

Obi-Wan heaves a performative sigh. Let them have their conspiratorial glances and whispers. As much as it's his job to complain, he does, in fact, have everything he wants right here. "Alright. Just tell me what to wear."

Satine looks up at him with a truly dangerous grin. "Don't worry, I'll let Cody know."

#codywan #sw #obi wan kenobi #sw fic #satine kryze #commander cody #just a little drabble my friends #abp fic

[maskedtruths666]

Short story.

This will be a two or three part series. This story is entirely fictional. Theme was submitted by a fan. Final year uni student decides to make money by being a teaching assistant to a hot up and coming professor from overseas.

Elizabeth was a final year student in a local uni and as her education draws to a close, she needed to make some extra cash for the potential months of unemployment ahead. She got her chance when the school offered her a teaching assistant (TA) job for $50/hour and sessions last been 2-3 hours daily. On average, that meant that she’d make at least $500 extra a week.

She managed to get a TA position with a new professor that taught sociology and that is something she’s always scored well in. When she first saw her teacher, she had a crush on him. He’s tall, handsome, has a commanding voice and dresses extremely well.

“Hi prof, my name is Elizabeth and I’ll be your teaching assistant for the rest of the year.” Elizabeth said as she confidently introduced herself to him.

“Hi Elizabeth, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Marco and I hope we can get along in the next couple of months.” Marco said as he reached out to give her an Italian greeting by pecking her on both cheeks.

That simple encounter left Elizabeth feeling electrified and left her wanting more. Something primal in her awoken.

The first few weeks went by pretty fast and Elizabeth’s crush grew deeper and deeper. She knew it was wrong but she fantasized about Marco whenever her boyfriend fucked her and she started making him dress like Marco.

Little did she know, Marco too had a thing for her. He always saw Elizabeth in school and dressed well. She knew how to flaunt her curves and being a single expat in a new country, he always wanted to try a local girl. He’s seen his fair share of hot students but none like Elizabeth.

“Are you free after this? Want to grab a coffee before your class starts?” Marco asked Elizabeth as they wrapped up their class.

“Sure, I’d love to. I have time to burn anyway.” Elizabeth said, clearly lying because she had to rush off for her next class.

Marco knew he wanted to ask her out the moment he saw her outfit. It gave him a huge boner and he just wanted to spend time with her so he could take sneaky pictures of her and jerk off to them.

At the coffee place, they both started chatting like friends instead of a student teacher relationship.

“Hey, do you mind if I ask for your IG? I know it’s not professional but I feel like I want to get to know you more, so we can bond further.” Marco asked, but deep down he already found out her IG and has already started fapping to her pictures.

“Sure, of course.” Elizabeth replied, flattered by the interest from Marco.

“Wow, you’re famous. And you have a fantastic dress sense.” Marco commented upon seeing her IG for the “first time”.

“Oh that’s nothing. Sex sells and guys like to see such things. But in reality, I’m just a potato.” Elizabeth answered.

“Oh no, please never say that. You’re an absolutely stunning individual and your dress sense portrays your confidence and if you’ve got it, flaunt it.” Marco replied, his hand reaching out to touch her hand, comforting her and reassuring her.

“Oh you’re sweet. And I appreciate it.” Elizabeth replied, blushing.

“Pose for me. I want to post an IG story and poll it. Just want to show you how amazing you are.” Marco said, disguising his intent to take a new cleavage picture of her for fapping purposes.

“Awww, that’s very sweet of you.” Elizabeth said as she posed for him.

“You look great. If you have a bf, he’s sure to be a lucky guy.” Marco said, trying to find out if she’s single.

“Oh yes, he compliments me every day. One of the reasons why I love him.” Elizabeth replied.

“That’s cute. Anyway, I’ve taken too much of your time. You should head to class.” Marco replied, wanting to quickly head to the toilet to jerk off to the 7 sexy pictures he got of her.

“Actually, I missed my class. I wanted to spend time with you.” Elizabeth said, feeling a bit guilty.

“That’s not right. You should never skip class for me. You can always have me after class. Now, follow me.” Marco said, stunned but secretly happy.

They walked in silence to his office and he said, “Sit down. We are going to revise what you’re supposed to have learnt today. If you get any questions wrong, you’ll be punished. But for every correct question, you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes prof. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Elizabeth said as she excitedly awaited the quiz because she was very sure she’d get all correct.

Alas, she did. She got full marks and that left Marco very impressed.

“How shall I reward you?” Marco asked.

“I want to jerk you off with my tits.” Elizabeth said, leaving Marco turned on but shocked.

“What?” Marco asked, shocked, but getting a boner.

“I’ve seen you stare multiple times. You know you want it. I know I want it. You said you’d reward me. This is ,y reward.” Elizabeth said, as she inched towards him to unzip his pants.

As she did, out popped his huge dick. She stroked it and said, “Everything but penetrative sex. Those are my rules.”

“Ugh fuck, this feels so wrong but it feels so good too.” Marco grunted as Elizabeth started sucking his cock.

After it was lubricated with her saliva, she poured some lube down her chest and tightly wrapped her tits around his cock. She started jerking his cock off using her tits and talked dirty to him, trying to get him to cum faster.

“Prof, did you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you? Especially when my bf fucks me.” Elizabeth said, looking up at his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you to spank my ass whenever I make a mistake marking the papers with you.”

“I’ve wanted to suck your dick or tease you with sexy pictures whilst you’re teaching.”

“I’ve wanted you to put a vibrator in me and tease me for the whole 3 hours when you’re teaching.”

“I wanted you to titty fuck me and blast your cum all over my chest before lesson. I hear post nut clarity is amazing.”

“I want you to remember that only I have the best tits and my tits can get you off.”

The more she talked dirty, the harder Marco got. He was in heaven. His cock was being squeezed by her huge tits. Within minutes, he was about to cum.

“Ugh fuck Elizabeth. I’m about to cum. I’ve never had a titty fuck before but your tits are amazing.” Marco groaned, trying to contain his climax.

“Of course you haven’t. I will control all your orgasms from now on.” Elizabeth said as she titty fucked hi, faster and harder.

Within seconds, Marco couldn’t control it and he unleashed a hot load of cum all over her chest.

“Oh god, that was fucking amazing.” Marco said breathlessly, enjoying the release.

Elizabeth winked at him before licking his dick clean, tempting him further.

Part 1 done. How much more orgasms will Marco get? Will he have sex with Elizabeth? Stay horny to find out more.

[mezamun]

In relation to another post, I think I'd like to give my basic thoughts on ships; Ash ships in particular to start with because that's easy.

Poké- Childhood mutual crushes. The sillies. AU Notes — Ash got burned by Misty leaving and ignored love for a while. Misty moved on. By the time the subject came up again, she gently rejected him. They tried dating as adults but it felt awkward and weird. They think the other is attractive but it just does not work. They'd rather give each other noogies and dead arms than date.

Advance - Not my favorite, but charming and cute. AU Notes — They're both committed to their primary partners, but they do casually date as adults. They grow up to have a lot in common and have nice chemistry. That said, you'd hardly notice that they're not just BFFs unless you see them kiss or something.

Pearl - OTP! They're so perfect. Made for each other. Endgame. AU Notes — Endgame. They're married. Ash and Dawn start dating a year after Diamond/Pearl and they support each other more and more; Dawn is the perfect emotional confidant for Ash and vice versa. Lacking a lot of his inhibitions for sharing his grief and worries, and not one to criticize him much, she's a great match for him. Likewise, Ash is a bit more emotionally in-tune and is good for her!

Negai - Conceptually great, but canon sours this one for me hard. The mean-spiritedness of BW makes me resent a lot of their interactions. But on paper, I think it's a great ship with some tweaks! AU Notes — Their friendship is a lot closer to my ideal, here. Fellow hard-headed trainers turned Champions. There's just a touch of chemistry here; they comfort each other and hug things out in private and share a lot with each other emotionally. But, as far as most of the world is concerned, they're just tight friends.

Amour - My second favorite ship for Ash in canon. I do wish it got more buddy-buddy moments in the vein of Pearl, but I really appreciate their story and influence on one another, it's very cute. AU Notes — Part of my OT3! Serena and Ash become quick emotional confidants in Kalos, with Ash in heavy denial about his budding feelings. Dawn's arrival throws them for a loop, and only wants what makes all three of them happiest, once she too falls for Serena. They all date, and later get married and have a family.

Auriela - Not a fan whatsoever. Feels very much like Ash is just there to coddle and rescue her. Does nothing for me at all. AU Notes — Even more of a no; Ash meets her as a young adult when she's 10 or 11; he's damn near a parental figure to her, while co-boarding at Kukui's lab after she runs away from home. During my later USUM arc, Ash is the experienced mentor to her and Selene.

Aloha - Who picked that name. Anyways. It's fine. Shrug emoji AU Notes — Not a thing in my canon, though Ash and Mallow are friends from when he took part in her trial.

Blueangel - It's the one S/M ship I liked. Super cute chemistry! AU Notes — It's canon to my AU. They hit it off during/after Ash participated in her trial. They have similar senses of humor, wanderlust, and strong personalities in general. Ash ultimately introduces her to Misty, who she ends up marrying. Misty likes to joke that he has visitation privileges in their prenuptuals.

Bloombolt - I've seen people make it work! That Ash isn't even really Ash to me anymore, so whatever. AU Notes — Absolutely not. Ash is Chloe's godfather in this canon. They mean a lot to me platonically. He was friends with Prof Cerise growing up, and ended up being asked for that blessing. He's a major source of encouragement and wisdom for Chloe, despite the window of estrangement they go through when she closes herself off.

Pallet - I can definitely see why people ship this, it's good. AU Notes — While there's nothing that really makes this impossible, I don't see it in my canon. They're BFFs, it's not like that.

Coma - I like it. They're just kind of funny together. Disaster gays. AU Notes — I definitely could picture Ash having some feelings for him that he didn't realize or vice versa, but it doesn't end up happening. That window of time that'd set it off never happens. Paul would never care to entertain all the noise and relationships in Ash's life, and they work just fine as friends, anyway.

Z-Ring - I can see why people ship this in canon, it's cute. AU Notes — Nah. They're friendly rivals. Kiawe strikes me as very stern and do-it-by-the-books. He's monogamous with Mallow.

Journeys - Again; that Ash isn't the Ash I know. In isolation, it works. AU Notes — Very similar big no to Chloe; Ash is a mentor to Goh and actually encourages he and Chloe to pursue each other when they both confide in him separately. They're close, platonically.

Alto - Heroes made me a big fan they are so CUTE. AU Notes — They're together. They reunite some years after Johto, during a time where Ash is pretty down on his luck and could use the company + support. He reciprocates Latias's feelings after spending their short journey together and she joins him for good. She continues to use her human form to blend in alongside him.

Poffle - I really just believe Miette was using Ash to get Serena's goat, but it's an amusing thought anyway. AU Notes — She's something of a package deal with Serena. I think they're funny as a throuple.

That's it, for now!

#meza thoughts #mezaverse au #for the au thoughts #pokeshipping #advanceshipping #pearlshipping #negaishipping #amourshipping #blueangelshipping #not tagging the ones i said i don't ship LOL #that'd be rude #altoshipping

[philomenie]

Once in a Lifetime

Pairing: Joakim x Mina

This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.

i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.

I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.

CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, 18+

@valiantroeagleangel

TWO

Mina

Fortunately, the flight isn't long. The elderly gentleman next to you turns out to be a constant talker, telling you enthusiastically about his granddaughter, whom he wants to visit in London.

Smiling, you listen to the stories as you realize that the elderly gentleman needs to talk. However, your thoughts are elsewhere.

You go over your encounter with Joakim again and again, remembering small details, his tone of voice, his enthusiasm when you talked about Harry Potter, his love for his band....

You sigh and try to save every second as a treasure in your memories.

As the plane lands, you hurry to get to the gate to Seattle.

Needless to say, your eyes keep searching for him, but he is nowhere to be found.

As you show your boarding card, you are suddenly taken aside by the stewardess so that the other passengers can pass.

"Is there a problem?" you ask, confused.

"No, no problem, it's more or less a rebooking." "Rebooking?" you frown questioningly.

The stewardess smiles "Yes, I've been given your name, you'll be seated in Business Class!"

"Business class? How?" comes out of your mouth in surprise.

Suddenly you hear a deep voice behind you, "I've booked 2 seats.... One is practically free and I thought we could resume the conversation from earlier? Only if you want to, of course!"

Stunned, you turn around only to look into Joakim's face, who is now smiling at you a little shyly, unsure if you'll say yes.

"Are you serious? I mean why?" "I'm completely serious and why, because I'd like to keep talking to you, quite simply," Joakim replies.

You have to swallow, your thoughts are racing, the stewardess is urging you to make a decision.

Without giving it a second thought, you give in to your feelings and agree.

Joakim smiles at you, "Then come on, don't let them take off without us and we're stuck here!"

"That would be too terrible," you reply with a laugh.

As you take your seats, you look at him seriously, "I can send you the money for the seat, it's not necessary for you to..." "Please, I invited you to sit next to me, you don't really think I'd accept your money, do you? I always book two adjacent seats, especially on long-haul flights, to have my peace and privacy. If you weren't sitting here now, it would be empty, paid for, but empty."

"And I'm not disturbing you?" "No, you're definitely not disturbing me, I want you to be here. After all, we still have to clarify whether Prof. McGonagall was secretly in love with Prof. Dumbledore or not!" he replies.

"Okay, that's a plausible argument, of course!" You smile at him.

After the start, he takes off his hood and cap, his long hair falls to his shoulders and you have to resist the temptation to brush it out of his face. He takes a hair tie and ties his hair back into a messy bun.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes briefly. "Come down Mina!!! Concentrate on the essentials, breathe, slowly, everything's fine, this doesn't mean anything!" you try to calm yourself down, because you notice the clear nervousness spreading through you, thoughts trying to find a logic in all of this, his behavior.

"So, where did we leave off?" he looks at you questioningly...

You quickly get talking again, it doesn't take long and the familiar atmosphere, like at the airport, returns. He looks at you with a smile as you talk enthusiastically about your family, your brothers, your sister.

At some point you realize that your eyes are getting heavy, you listen to his voice sleepily as your eyes suddenly close and you fall asleep.

Joakim

In the middle of his story, he notices that you have fallen asleep.

He carefully brushes a strand of hair out of your face to get a better look at you.

Crazy, he thinks to himself, what kind of day has it been? Why does it feel so damn good to be sitting next to this woman, watching her sleep, even though you didn't even know each other a few hours ago?

What's wrong with him...

Just as he's about to make himself comfortable to sleep, you groan, get restless and a tear runs down your cheek.

Without thinking, he pulls you to his chest as best he can, takes your hand in his and gently strokes your cheek, murmuring soothing words in Swedish.

It feels so good, so natural, he doesn't want to let you go, so he snuggles down in his seat with you in his arms to get some sleep too.

When he wakes up again, he feels like he's been knocked out, the arm he's holding you with is numb and painful. But there's no chance of changing anything, he's enjoying the situation far too much.

He leans closer to you to memorize your scent, he recognizes lavender and freesia.

You move, starting to wake up, Joakim is unsure whether he should continue to hold you or move away from you. He carefully releases his arm from your shoulder and his hand from yours, bringing you fully awake.

You blink at him and realize that you have been sleeping on his shoulder or chest and start up, startled.

With red cheeks, you apologize.

"No problem," he replies with a grin, completely in control of the situation on the outside, but inside his heart is racing and he would love to pull you close again, continue to breathe in your scent, listen to your breathing, hold your hand....

Mina

You excuse yourself and go to the on-board toilet to freshen up, as you will soon be landing.

You energetically pour a load of water over your face to reduce the redness of your cheeks and cool your hot head, your thoughts are racing in all directions again and you are absolutely not sure what it all means.

Back at your seat, you have to fasten your seatbelt as the landing flight is about to begin.

You clear your throat, look straight ahead frantically, feel insecure, the lightness has suddenly disappeared from you.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him looking at you questioningly, you try to ignore it and focus on the plans you've made with your sister for when you arrive in Willamette.

"Did I do something wrong?" it pops into his head, "why is she suddenly so cold, dismissive?"

He rubs his eyes uncertainly, sighs and searches for his cap, which must have fallen to the floor during the flight. As he bends down to inspect the floor, his shoulder brushes your leg and you automatically lean into his touch. He reacts by rubbing his shoulder lightly against you. You would love to reach out to him, dig into his hair, feel him all over your body.

Then the moment is over, he sits up, the cap in his hands, to place it back on his head.

After landing, you wait until almost all the other passengers have disembarked, he helps you with your hand luggage, he only has a rucksack with him, you have your large handbag and another bag.

You leave the plane in silence, Joakim has now put the hood of his hoodie back on, and walk into the terminal.

Your connecting flight to Portland leaves in 15 minutes, his to LA in an hour.

You face each other uncertainly.

"So... thanks again for the seat..."

"You're welcome, I really liked it, I mean I liked having you next to me...."

"Yes, I liked it too, and our conversations...."

"Yes, I can't remember the last time I talked so much and for so long with someone."

"Uhm.... Well, I have to go then, my flight..."

"Oh yeah, not that you'll miss it..."

"Yes, I have to go...."

"Hmm, ok....."

"Maybe I'll see you again sometime, somewhere...."

"Maybe at a concert?"

"Yes, exactly, there for example.... Well then, take care and thanks again.…"

You turn around, lump in your throat, knot in your stomach, pudding knee, damn, damn, damn echoes in your head as you hurry to your gate, head bowed and quick on your feet.

I can't possibly let her go like this, I don't want to let her go like this... is all he can think and hurries after you.

When he catches up with you, he grabs your shoulder.

"Mina, you've forgotten something!"

Startled, but at the same time completely relieved, you look him in the eye.

"Forgotten? Me? What?" you stammer out.

"Give me your cell phone, please!"

"My cell phone?"

"Yes, please give it to me, you forgot to write down my number! Just in case.... I mean, if you're bored or have nothing better to do, you could text me or something...." he gets quieter and more uncertain.

You smile at him, "I'd love to have your number, Joakim!" With these words, you hand him your cell phone, which you've managed to steal.

Grinning, he types his number into your contacts and hands it back to you.

You look into each other's eyes again until the last call for your flight sounds.

"I have to go now..."

"Yeah, sure, you have to...." and with these words he pulls you into a hug.

You melt away, he holds you tight, breathing into your hair, you lay your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to let him go, It feels so good, so familiar, so safe, something you haven't felt in ages.

Breaking away from him is the hardest thing you have to do, but your flight isn't waiting and your sister is waiting for you....

You step back, raise your hand to say goodbye and walk to the gate, completely confused, hot tears stinging your eyes, you have to swallow to keep from crying.

Fortunately, the flight is not long and you land in Portland after an hour, from there you get your rental car and thanks to the navigation system you arrive safely at your hotel in Willamette.

You've already spoken to Ella on the phone at the airport, you've arranged to meet the next lunchtime, first arrive, unpack, eat, shower and sleep!!!

Ella immediately noticed from your tone of voice that something must have happened, but you don't want to talk about it, not yet.

You still want to keep it to yourself, especially because you first have to figure out what happened!

After you've eaten and showered, you lie on your king-size bed in your room, dressed in your fluffy bathrobe and holding your cell phone in your hand.... Should I?? it runs through your head...

You open your contacts, scroll through until you find the name Joakim, a guitar emoji and a magic emoji are saved behind the name, you grin and have butterflies in your stomach again, just thinking about him.

His hands, his smell, his hug, his voice...

You not only feel a tug in your stomach, but also between your legs, you wonder what he tastes like, how he kisses, how he moans.

You quickly type a little message: "Hey just Joakim, arrived safely?"

Heart pounding, you wait for a response.

Joakim

Letting you go after the hug almost kills him. He looks after you with a dry throat, waits until your flight takes off and then walks to his gate with burning eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..... will I see her again? Is that what I want? Fuck yes!!! I want to see her again, hold her in my arms again, kiss her, touch her....

Frustrated, he curses to himself, the wait seems like forever until he can finally fly to LA.

Once there, Jesse is waiting for him as agreed!

"Hey Jolly, good to see you man!" he greets him

"Yeah, I'm glad to be back!" Is that him? Something, someone is missing.

The drive to the house is largely silent, Jesse eyes him suspiciously, he has rarely or never seen him so quiet and thoughtful.

But Jesse doesn't want to ask, he knows that if Jolly wants to talk, he'll come up to him, as he always does.

"I have to warn you, Noah has a new favorite at the moment, uhm friendship plus to be exact, very very plus if you understand.... she is currently spending most of her time at our house...."

"Really now?" Joakim sighs

"Yeah, and she usually has two friends with her who hang out at the house...."

"It's getting better and better!" he growls, annoyed.

That's all he needs, he thinks sarcastically, some women who are in the house with what I know for interntions.... Damnit Noah!!!

"Noah's girl's name is Amber, the other 2 are Jules and Rainy, just so you know" Jesse informs him.

"Uhum and let me guess, Amber is blonde?"

"Almost, auburn, Jules is brunette and Rainy is blonde" grins Jesse.

"Excellent! But I don't have to deal with them today? I just want to...."

"Uhumm so Noah has a little welcome party for you...."

"NOT FUCKING SERIOUS?"

"Yeah, I was gonna stop him, but you know Noah when he gets excited about an idea...."

"Yeaaa, I know"; Joakim rubs his eyes tiredly....

Damn, he just wanted to rest, to sort out his thoughts and feelings, as far as that was possible....

Mina... fuck, just saying her name in his mind warms his heart. He closes his eyes and remembers her face, smiling as he thinks about it, and then drifts off to when he held her in his arms on the plane. Mina.... Mine?

When he arrives at the house, Joakim takes his luggage, Jesse opens the front door and the first thing he sees when he enters is a huge WELCOME HOME JOLLY poster hanging on the wall, only to be happily embraced and greeted by his flatmates a little later.

"Good to see you man, 6 weeks was a long time!" Noah says happily and hugs him.

"Hey Jolly!!!" Orrie and Michael cheer in unison and give him a hug shortly after Noah.

"Yeah, I'm back! Good to see you again!"

Three young women stand whispering in front of the couch in the living room, pretty to look at, that's it for him too.

"Jolly, I want you to meet Amber, AMBER, come on, this is Jolly, our long-lost guitarist in Sweden and my most important co-composer," Noah grins as a petite redhead with bright green eyes snuggles into his embrace.

"Nice to meet you Jolly, I'm Amber," she coos

Joakim gives her a friendly nod as the two other women catch up with them.

Jules and Rainy introduce themselves, with Rainy almost devouring him with her eyes and hardly wanting to let go of his hand after the greeting.

Joakim groans inwardly, fuck, please don't, he doesn't need that now, he doesn't want that now, some random girl making eyes at him....

The only woman he longs for, the only woman he really wants is you!

"Jolly, little surprise, Nicholas and Vincent are in LA right now, a tattoo convention, they'll be by later!" Noah mentions.

"Nice, I haven't seen Vincent for ages," Joakim is genuinely pleased.

Seeing Vincent, his old friend, makes him happy, maybe there will be an opportunity to talk to him alone... Vincent knows him better than he knows himself, maybe he can help him through his emotional chaos.

What is that anyway? An emotional chaos?

He decides that a conversation with Vincent is just the thing!

Joakim slumps wearily onto the couch, stretches his tired limbs, takes his cell phone out of his pocket and checks his messages.

"Nothing from Mina," he realizes disappointedly, which gives him a sting. He had hoped to receive a short or longer message from you.

He sighs, puts his cell phone down on the coffee table and closes his eyes.

Seconds later, someone sits down next to him, the sweet perfume is not his taste at all, he stoically keeps his eyes closed, he has no desire to have a conversation with a stranger.

Suddenly he feels a hand on his thigh and a light voice asks "Hey Jolly, so done? I thought we could have some fun together, here I brought you a drink!" and with that Rainy pushes a glass of clear liquid into his hand, including ice cubes and a lime wedge.

"Nahh thanks, but I'm totally jetlagged, now alcohol and I'm in nirvana" he tries to talk his way out of it, at the same time moving away from her to escape her grip.

Rainy doesn't let herself be shaken off that easily, she moves back and looks at him from deep blue eyes through her eyelashes, smiles shyly and twirls a strand of hair.

"Oh come on, everyone else is drinking and having fun too, I didn't think you were so reserved...."

"You don't know me at all, how can you tell if I'm reserved?" Joakim replies sharply and gets up to join his friends in the kitchen.

Rainy looks on sulkily and downs her and Joakim's drink.

She sees his cell phone lying at the table, which vibrates at that moment and displays a new message, unknown, the following message "Hey just Joakim, arrived safely?"

She frowns, takes the phone, which is still unlocked, and clicks on the message, thinks about it and deletes it without further ado, putting the phone back on the table,

Joakim is glad to have escaped Rainy, the conversation in the kitchen is relaxed and light, he notices that Amber has the right sense of humor and that Jules is also a pleasant conversationalist.

He talks to the boys about Sweden, his family, Noah has new song ideas that he would like to go through with him over the next few days.

Joakim nods, but his thoughts are elsewhere...

As he reaches into his pocket, he notices that his cell phone is gone. He looks around and sees it still lying on the living room table. He quickly goes to get it, checks the messages again.... Nothing.

Damn!

Rainy watches him, with a spiteful smile around her mouth.

Then she saunters over to him, and grazes his hip, as if by accident,

"Are you expecting a message?"

"Not exactly, no, why?"

"Just because, I thought, because you keep staring at your cell phone screen, as if..."

"And if you were, it wouldn't be any of your business!"

"Uhuuu so aggressive right away.... I like bad boys," she breathes

"Rainy, right? First of all, I'm not a bad boy and secondly, I'm NOT INTERESTED! Not today, not tomorrow, not at all! Is that clear once and for all now?" he growls annoyed and leaves her standing there with her mouth open to disappear into his room.

Shortly afterwards, there's a knock at the door

"Hey Jolly, Amber, I just wanted to apologize for Rainy, she was acting totally inappropriate."

Joakim opens the door and looks down at the petite woman, she smiles apologetically at him.

"It's okay, but can you please make sure she leaves me alone?"

"I will, I promise, but would you please come back down? Noah was so excited that you were coming back, he's been talking about nothing else all last week and the new song ideas he wants to discuss with you."

"You like him...."

Amber blushes and presses a little, then "Yes, I do, I like him, a lot"

"OK, I'm coming, Nicholas and Vincent should be here soon!"

He doesn't know what Amber said to Rainy, but it had an effect and the blonde rushes off a short time later.

Relief spreads and he starts to enjoy the evening after all, especially when Nicholas and Vincent come in.

The greeting is warm.

Joakim pulls Vincent to one side.

"Hey, I need to talk to you for a minute, alone, if that's possible...."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Not here, will you come outside?"

"Go ahead!"

On the porch they both sit down in the comfy patio chairs, both with a beer in hand.

"So Jolly, what's up?"

"Hmm, well uhm, oh I don't know....."

Vincent looks at him more closely, Joakim has tightened his jaw, his fingers are fiddling with the beer cap... he hasn't seen his friend this nervous and unsure for a long time.

"Jolly, if you don't want to talk now...."

"Yes, I do, but I don't know how and what and anyway, everything is so.... Uhm!"

"Jolly, did anything happen in Sweden?"

"Not directly in Sweden, at the airport, when the flight had this long delay..."

"Yes?"

"I met a woman there...."

Vincent's eyebrows shoot up questioningly, but he says nothing, waiting for Joakim to continue.

"Man, honestly, she blew me away, tall, brown curls, almost waist-length, brown-green eyes that shone all the time and a smile... Man, I'm telling you, awesome!"

Vincent waits....

"I sat down with her... she knew who I was, you know!"

"Uh, and your principle no more fangirls?"

"She's not a fangirl..... so she's already a fan of Bad Omens, but different, you know?" he tries to explain himself.

"Uhum" remarks Vincent "Not really....."

"She also loves Harry Potter...."

"Alright" Vincent laughs, which makes Joakim laugh too, which makes the tension in him fall away, he strokes his hair.

"Vin, I'm telling you, I think I've got it! She flew first to London, then to Seattle, just like me.... I offered her my second paid seat on the flight to Seattle, she took it... we talked so much, she's just breathtaking, I tell you, funny, smart, can listen..." he gushes,

"Then she fell asleep and I took her in my arms, held her hand. She smells of lavender and freesia....."

Vincent looks at his friend with a serious expression.

"Her name is Mina, Vincent, Mina, that means mine in Swedish. I mean...."

Joakim sighs.

"I have a hot knot in my stomach just telling you about her, I haven't felt that in ages, not after Silja"

Joakim falls silent and goes back to nibbling on his beer.

Vincent clears his throat

"Jolly, is she Swedish?"

"Nah, from XY, but she's flying back to Sweden to see her brother, that's where she currently lives. She's actually a psychotherapist, but she quit her job and is writing a book, she's visiting her little sister who's studying in Willamette. She wants to stay for 4 weeks...."

"Hm, I don't know Jolly.... Why did she quit her job?"

"Problems with her old boss"

"Hm ok, sounds logical...."

"I put my number in her cell phone before she left for Portland. We gave each other a hug. I was hoping she'd get in touch by now..." Joakim's voice gets softer and softer.

"Jolly, man, maybe she's with her sister and hasn't had time to get in touch yet?"

"Hm, possible....."

"That must be a special woman for you to be so confused, buddy"

"She is, I'm telling you, she is!"

They both sit in silence and drink their beer.

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[gojonanami]

lmaooo I’m starting to feel bad for prof geto — also it’s funny because there was so many people who were just doubled down on prof geto and now everyone is like yuta 💕🥹 which I’m glad for!! lmao you make fair points — I mean the point is for it to be a mistake! But it’s also understandable to try something even if it doesn’t ultimately work out — because you really don’t know until you try. he also has a lot more work because the last dept head fucked things up but honestly poor yuta is caught in the crossfire of this situation — he will have his own happy ending though 🥹💕

Look, I want to defend Professor Geto.

I think Professor Geto's actions make sense. They do. And I think this chapter prevents Professor Geto from turning into a Gary Stu.

It's hard to maintain a long-term relationship, and it is not the same as having a relationship in person. It is not. Having a video call with someone over dinner is not the same thing as seeing them in person. There is a reason why the people you're closest to physically and geographically end up being your closest friends. For instance, one of my friends from school who I was not that close to but still friends with ended up becoming one of my best friends because we attended the same university. And another friend of mine I now barely talk to because we live continents and time zones away and because the rhythms of our lives are so different and we are now out of sync. It didn't happen because I didn't want to be friends with her, but simply because ten to fifteen minute calls could never equate to meeting up with someone in person every day and sending hours talking to them or just being in their presence. I am getting off track now, I know, but the point still stands: given that long-term relationships are not the same thing as having a relationship in person, and given that you love that person and want them to experience the maximum amount of happiness possible, if it comes at the cost of your own unhappiness, does that not make sense?

Yuta is a new character that we don't have an established relationship with. Fine, he is nice, I will concede. And he is nice to her. But to play the devil's advocate, he seizes upon the opportunity of her having a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend. He pays attention to her phone calls, subtly presses her about her boyfriend, and positions himself in her life in such a way as to function as a quasi-replacement for her boyfriend. For her birthday, he does not offer to throw her a birthday party with the Student Committee or ask her about her family or her friends. Instead, he wants her to spend the day with him and with him only, and while that is not strictly stated, such a reading can still be read into and made (I don't have the time to isolate sections of the text currently).

Coming back to Professor Geto, though. Professor Geto is young, smart, accomplished, and handsome, with phenomenal career growth. Despite his young age, he is successful. He is influential. He has published countless articles and books, given lectures, travelled to conferences and other universities, and functioned as a poster boy for both the university he was employed at and for the field of ethics at large, which is in desperate need of such poster boys to attract interest and even students. While it is not explicitly stated (perhaps for reasons of my selfishness), I am assuming that he works at a very, very good university, too. He is a fantastic man! A Prince Charming embodied and reinvented for our age and for the female gaze. Now, for such a character to exist, he has to have at least some flaws, no? And procrastination is believable. Look, I am using the term procrastination because, in his behaviour, I can recognise a pattern that is manifest in me and some of the people around me. Social relationships are tough to maintain sometimes, even with the people you love more than anything, and work is often all-consuming (especially for someone like Professor Geto). Sometimes, stress eats away at you and worms into your mind, and you feel an urge to delay, procrastinate, focus on something else, stare, and debate, and this just causes more and more time to pass. Once a specific socially accepted passage of time for replying has passed, you almost feel like you can't send a message at that point, as you've been an utter imbecile for failing to do so beforehand. And if you're working in the field of ethics, it may bring with it a certain sense of indecisiveness (or, perhaps, it attracts personalities who tend to overthink – a double-edged sword of sorts). What is the best outcome in a situation that does not favour you? What do you owe to yourself and to others? Is what you owe yourself more important than what you owe others? What does it mean to have a happy life? Is having a successful career more rewarding than having a successful relationship? Is it fair to calculate the chance that if one is an attractive character with an amiable character, they will be able to find a sustaining relationship for them later down the line, while in the world of work, age does play a part and employers spend time looking at employment history and any potential gaps? Adding to that, is there a point in snatching career opportunities, and should they come at the cost of personal happiness? And speaking from personal experience, sometimes, it feels like delaying, and not sleeping to the point of utter exhaustion will alleviate the situation as it reduces you to a state of numbness. If you're a perfectionist, too, crafting the perfect response or apology can be a horribly difficult task, and while I am lucky that my sister entertains my twenty messages of 'Does this email sound okay?' Not everyone has that, and unfortunately, as you age, due to social perceptions/constructions/deviations in schedules/etc., you find yourself having less and less people to whom you can write fifty messages regarding a situation like 'Did I misunderstand this message?' or 'If she just replied using an emoji, does that mean that she doesn't like me as much as a friend anymore?'

I think the way Professor Geto acted makes sense. Just because he thought that he was behaving according to a mindset wherein he prioritised the future and the minimisation of pain for his partner does not necessarily equate to him being a bad partner.

And the infatuation with Yuta is, in part, due to: 1) recency bias; 2) the fact that we haven't seen as much of his character, psychology, or weaknesses (which is fine; he's a side character; not every character in a series, novel, or whatever will get the same treatment); and 3) his presentation and manifestation of the self in the world in which he manufactures an image of himself that is favourable in part to curry favour with the woman he is attracted to.

I would just like to add that I do not think that Yuta is a 'bad guy'. I just think that his character can be read in more complex ways, as can Professor Geto's.

I firmly believe that with the way in which this series is unfolding, an ending wherein Professor Geto gets back together with his girl narratively makes sense.

Also, other points to consider are: 1) She sought out Yuta's presence as a replacement for Professor Geto, and in her mind, considering the connection and sheer attraction that she harbours for Professor Geto, Yuta will inevitably be compared to Professor Geto in almost every way; 2) Relationships manifest in different ways, and in the case of our protagonist, in my reading of her, for her, it is not just the spiritual, soulmate-like, friendship-level connection that is important, but also the element of intense attraction, too. She did not feel that with Yuta. She did not feel this overwhelming, intense, possessing, all-consuming, delightful, and powerful connection, attraction, and pull towards Yuta. Rather, it was a feeling of comfort and, in some sense, convenience, a recognition of him harbouring affections towards her and that being a convenient outlet for distracting herself from her lingering (and still very powerful) feelings for Professor Geto. As a reference, I would like to draw attention to the beginning of the chapter, when she is trying to find a way of occupying herself by joining the Student Union; her entering a relationship with Yuta could be considered in a similar light.

Overall, then, I would like to strongly emphasise that there is a strong case to be made for the overseeing of narrative progression in such a way that it guarantees Professor Geto reuniting with his girl.

okay this is amazing and I have no notes 💯

I really did have this chapter to prevent prof geto from becoming too perfect — he needs to make mistakes and he needs to have flaws, otherwise he’s just too good and no one is like that.

yuta truly does have reader’s best interests at heart — but is he taking advantage? A little bit — he is putting himself there in a position where he and reader could be taken advantage of by the other. but we’ll see that all unfold in part five.

narratively, it is correct that reader and prof geto end up together and they are supposed to!! that’s the point. this is a period for them to realize what their lives are like without the other after experiencing what is it like to be together 🥹💕

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #sab series [prof suguru]

[wannabeblockb]

Son of a SOLDIER

Sephiroth x Fem!Reader, Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII crossover

(This is my first fanfic on my board so I’ll do my best)

It was nighttime on Destiny Islands. And what a beautiful night it was. The stars were out and twinkling and there was a gentle warm breeze.

(Y/N) was sitting on her front porch waiting for her little boy to come home. He had been on the other island with his friend for most of the day. Then, coming down the dirt road, she sees the two of them.

“See you tomorrow, Riku!” one of them said.

“Okay, Sora,” Riku said waving goodbye.

After they parted ways, Riku ran towards his house and was met with his mother’s embrace.

“Welcome home, sweetie.” (Y/N) said before kissing her son’s forehead. “Did you have fun today?”

“I sure did, Mom!” Riku beams. “Sora and I had a race on the beach!”

(Y/N) smiles and pats him gently on the head. She then says that it was getting late and that Riku must be tired.

She changed him into his pjs. A white shirt with a blue crescent moon in the middle and fuzzy dark blue pants patterned with stars.

Riku climbed into his bed and his mother tucked him in.

“Goodnight, honey.” (Y/N) whispered before kissing Riku on the forehead.

But she had only reached the door when her little boy spoke up.

“Um… Mom?”

(Y/N) turned around to see Riku sitting up.

“What is it, Riku?”

It was only a moment before Riku spoke again.

“What was Dad like?”

(Y/N) froze in her tracks but quickly snapped out of it.

“Why, where is this coming from?” she asked kneeling beside him.

“I don’t know.” Riku shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what to say because of an old promise she made. But she figured it would be okay to give him some information.

“Well, your father was a strong, kind and handsome man. He was a soldier.”

“Really?!” Riku exclaimed.

“Yes. Of course” (Y/N) giggled. “And you know what? You look so much like him.”

Riku beamed brightly. He wanted to know more about his father but his mother said it was late and he needed sleep.

“Goodnight, Riku.” (Y/N) whispered as she walked out the door.

“Goodnight, Mom.” Riku whispered back.

(Y/N) took one more peek at her sleeping son before gently closing the door.

~4 years, 6 months ago~

At the Junon Harbor, (Y/N) had just arrived with her sleeping six month old child wrapped in a blue blanket. She had the message she got the night before in mind.

“Come to Junon. I have to talk to you. It’s important. And bring Riku.”

One she got to the base of the harbor, she sees a tall man with long silver hair that waved in the gentle breeze and holding a long katana.

“Sephiroth!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Were you the one who sent me that message?”

Sephiroth turned to her, revealing his bright green eyes with the slit pupils. He takes a few steps closer to her and looks down at Riku. He smiles for a brief moment but regains focus.

“(Y/N). I’m afraid I can no longer keep you and our son safe in Midgar.” He said.

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) asked completely stunned.

“I’ve heard that one of the Turks had been spying on you. And if Hojo finds Riku, there’s no telling what he’ll do to him.”

(Y/N) looks down at Riku still sleeping in her arms with worry. She hadn’t met Prof. Hojo, but she had heard rumors about him.

“W-what can we do?!” (Y/N) cried.

“I’m afraid there’s no choice but for you to take Riku somewhere Shinra will never find him.” Sephiroth said sadly.

“B-but”

But Sephiroth puts a hand on her shoulder and assured her that it was for the best. He led her to a small vessel. He says it would take her and Riku to an uncharted group of islands very few people knew about.

“Before you depart, you must promise me one thing.” Sephiroth said. “You must never let Riku know that I’m his father.”

(Y/N)’s heart sunk at those words. But if it meant that Riku would be kept safe, she promised. With that, she and Sephiroth shared their last kiss before she boarded onto the ship and it pulled out of the harbor.

(Y/N) watched as Sephiroth’s figure slowly disappeared in the mist. She then turned her attention to little Riku who was just waking up, revealing sparkling blue eyes.

“Don’t worry, my baby. I promise to keep you safe from harm no matter what.”

#wannabeblockb #fanfic #short story #crossover #kingdom hearts #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #sephiroth #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth ffvii #sephiroth x reader #riku #kh riku #riku kingdom hearts

[dragonentusiast]

BB vs Antagonists Aka alternative endings akaka if Hero wouldn't be lazy and be more aggressive instead.

⚠️ Warning for bad language! ⚠️

The scene in the great hall when the crew found the article about Ivy and her twin.

Daniel: Ivy couldn't have done it!

BB: I don't want to deal with Ivy's ever growing schizophrenia.

Daniel glaring at him.

BB: But I guess I have to.

The scene where Ivy cast evenesco for the first time.

Prof Longbottom: Where did you learn that difficult spell?

Ivy: I...I don't know. I don't...remember.

BB: Well it's pretty convenient that you don't remember too much lately.

Ivy: I don't know what's happening to me.

BB: Oh gee it's either that you are amnesiac, or bear with me for a second, maybe just maybe there is a spell that can wipe out a person's memory? But that would be too inconvenient right?

The gang opens the suitcase

Ivy: Winifred?

Daniel: It must be a Bogart!

BB: Why did you open it in the first place?

BB walking around the Bogart to close the suitcase.

Ivy:....

Daniel:....

BB: Ivy can rediscover herself when I'm not around.

The scene where Cassandra turns Daniel upside down.

BB: Neat trick.

Daniel still struggling: Whose side are you on?!?

BB sighing: Okay okay lemme just...

BB pulls out out a rope and ties Daniel down the right way.

Daniel: Is this your idea of helping?

BB: Nope this is my idea to keep your blood the place it belongs.

BB: By the way this activity is past school time so my shift ends here. Byeeeeee

The history teacher turns out to be a puppet of the antagonist.

BB: I know this is Hogwarts we hire any ex death eater but would it be really too much to ask for a background check before you hire people?

The ending scene.

Lottie is being held hostage.

Bly: One more step and the girl will meet her father sooner than she should.

BB: Ya know if you kill her now we still have the advantage. Like you already killed one person killing another will just gets you more jail time.

Bly:....

BB: Logic people. Logic.

Bly: So...you are okay with me killing her?!?

BB: You missed my point entirely didn't you?

Daniel and Ivy: Hero!

BB: Okay fine loserssaywhat!

Bly: What?

BB: Incendio!

Everyone looking dumfounded.

Daniel: Why did that work?

BB: One he talked so he couldn't cast a spell while doing so. Two: Fastest. Spell caster.

Ivy: At moments like this I actually forget that you are an exceptional dualist.

When the tree is burning and the goblin appears.

Daniel: Don't let him run away!

The goblin run but yelped when he turned around the corner of a house.

Ivy: What happened?

BB who emerged from behind the said corner: A bear trap happened.

Gridley trying to make a deal with Daniel.

BB: So let me get this straight. You have a hostage.

Gridley: Of course but-

BB: She isn't here.

Gridley: Yet.

BB:.....

BB: Then what the actual fuck stopes me from incendioing your ass right here right now.

Gridley: My arms are very long my boy. Besides you couldn't possibly defeat me.

BB: Because of your gloves?

Gridley looking surprised: How did you know?

BB: I know the guy who came up with em. And I have a pair too.

BB proceeds to pull out the same gloves that Gridley was wearing.

Gridley: Well now we both cannot attack each other.

BB forming a fist: I wouldn't say that...

Gridley:...What are you implying?

BB: Square up bitch.

In the end Daniel dragged Hero out of there.

Meeting Eliot Evers.

BB (not at all jealous by the way): Oh when Eliot does it it's sooooo cool but when I do it it's always Hero don't throw Fischer out the window or BB don't cheat in duels or Hero stop throwing hands with a ten year old child.

Eliot: Are you-

BB: Silence bad boy. Trick me once and you can say bye bye to your bones.

In Gridley's van for the finale.

Gridley: I'm getting impatient young Daniel.

BB: You are not even gonna address me. K.

Daniel: I have your key.

BB: I would like to stop you there.

Gridley: You are playing with your friend's sister's life.

BB: Nuh ah.

Gridley: The fuck you mean nuh ah?

BB pulls out a hammer and breaks the table.

Gridley: What kind of Satanic child-

BB: I told you to square up. You thought I would be fighting fair?

Daniel: Hero stop! They are going to kill Esme!!

BB: Oh her? That's not Esme.

Everyone in the room: What?

Esme transforming to a tall man.

Mobius: Hey little one!

BB: Sup dad.

Daniel: Whaaaaaaaat?

Mobius: I monitor Hero even in school so I knew about the whole thing.

BB with the hammer in hand: I don't think you need explanation to why I'm under supervision.

Daniel: Nope. Not at all.

#daniel page #hogwarts magic awakened #hogwarts oc #ivy warrington #harry potter #oc #lottie turner #robyn thistlethwaite #cassandra vole #kevin farrell #fischer frey #colby frey #frey twins

[munsonsbedsheets]

favorite professor | j.q.

prof!joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: a little crush on your professor becomes more than expected one day after class.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), teacher and student, age difference, cursing

authors note: hey yall! this is my first time ever writing on tumblr so i hope yall enjoy. all these photos of joseph quinn with long hair got my professor joseph quinn gears going so ;) dt: the turnips

word count 2.5k. minors dni.

every tuesday and thursday was like clockwork to you. wake up, change, grab your bag, go to your 11am english lecture... and stare aimlessly at your professor. every since that first day of class in august, you had never been able to get over how attractive he was. you knew it was wrong, but he was impossible to resist. his brown curls, those beautiful brown eyes, and the scruff. it was the scruff on his face that got you. although you never necessarily paid full attention in class, you still achieved perfect marks on every assignment. due to this, you could tell that you had become one of professor joseph quinn’s favorite students. the glares that you would share with him spoke very loudly.

       however, you knew you could not let this attraction to your english professor become anything more than a few glances and the heat rising between your legs during every lecture. it would put both of you in danger... him of losing his job and you of being expelled from university. he, fortunately, thought the same... right?

       it was thursday, about 12:30pm, almost the end of your english lecture for the day. as per usual, you felt yourself unable to stop staring at professor quinn. oddly enough, he had been looking at you more than usual during class today. you thought nothing of it, scribbling down bullshit in your notebook to try and avoid the seemingly endless eye contact with the man.

       “and that’s all for today,” the man said from the front of the auditorium, his voice echoing, “remember to turn in your assignments by midnight tomorrow night.” the class began to hustle as everyone got their things together and began to head out. before you could even get out of your seat, the familiar voice called up to you, “y/n?” professor quinn questioned, “can you stay for a moment?” your blood instantly began to heat up. had you done something wrong? surely you had turned everything in on time. what could he possibly need? 

       you picked up your bag and flung it across your shoulder, walking down the steep stairs to the bottom of the auditorium where your professor’s desk and podium were. his eyes were locked on you the entire time you walked up to him, thoughts seeming to reel in his mind. “yes, professor quinn?” you questioned the incredibly attractive man. god, he was even more beautiful up close. professor quinn leaned back on his desk, sitting on it a bit, biting his bottom lip while doing so. today he was wearing a white button up shirt, the top few buttons undone so his chain and some of his chest was visible, black pants, and dress shoes. he wore this often but you didnt mind... he looked pretty damn good in it.

       “your last assignment, y/n,” he started, looking you up and down, seemingly analyzing your body language. “you didn’t perform as well as usual. why’s that?” professor quinn asked, running his tongue across his lips. watching his mouth, you found yourself unable to answer. “i, uh..” you started, shifting your weight and trying to think of an excuse. you couldn’t tell your professor the reason you did bad on an assignment was because you couldn’t stop staring at him. “i just got distracted. im so sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.” at the word “sir,” your professor adjusted himself a bit and scooted closer to you. “distracted with what?” he asked, crossing his arms and walking even closer to you. you had never been this close to him before, but god you loved it. he was beautiful.

     “i see the way you look at me in class, y/n.” professor quinn said suddenly, now close enough that you could feel his breath. he was significantly taller than you, making him even more intimidating. you didn’t know what to say... he wasn’t wrong. you had been eyeing him since the first day of class, you hadn’t realized you had been that obvious. your mouth got dry, unable to look your professor in the eyes at that moment. he fixed that quickly, though. professor quinn placed his thumb and pointer finger under your chin, the cold metal of his rings touching your skin. he slowly lifted your head up towards him, forcing you to make eye contact. “tell me what you want, y/n,” he said softly, his face inches from yours now.

       you were almost unable to breathe. was this really happening? was your professor really making a move on you in his classroom? “i-i want...” you started, unable to finish your sentence. professor quinn laughed a little, obviously getting off on how nervous you were under his touch. “come on, y/n, be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he said, making the wetness that began to pool in your panties grow even more. “i want you to touch me...” you were finally able to let out, yearning for him at this point. “good girl...” he said again, leaning forward and rewarding you with a gentle kiss. his lips were soft against yours, the taste of chapstick rubbing off onto your own lips. both of your lips moved slowly and in unison, taking in the taste of eachother. however, professor quinn didn’t let this last long.

       the older man slowly pulled away, releasing his hand from your chin. “put the bag down,” he demanded, “sit on the desk.” the thought had crossed your mind many times... him obliterating you in his place of employment, but you never thought there was ever a chance of it happening. you did as you were told, putting your things to the side and slowly walking over to the wooden desk. professor quinn did not stop staring at you the entire time, taking in your whole body. you scooted yourself up onto the desk, waiting for him to make the next move. professor quinn walked over and slowly wrapped his large hand around your neck, forcing your head up to kiss him again. this time, it was more aggressive. he kissed you deeply and passionately, as if he had been wanting this for just as long as you had. he held you steady with one hand, continuing the kiss, and slid his other hand down to your legs, slowly spreading them apart.

       professor quinn stood himself between your legs, allowing you to feel his bulge against you. you were almost positive you were dripping down your legs at this point... his touch did something to you that you could not describe. he slowly parted the kiss, sliding his thumb across your cheek. “let's see how bad you really wanted your professor to touch you," your professor said, looking down at you with his beautiful, brown eyes. he parted your legs more and slid his hands down to the buttons of your pants. he unbuttoned them quickly, obviously skilled at it, and slid them down your legs. you could see the desire growing in the man's face as more and more of your body became unveiled to him. professor quinn licked his lips as he then inched his hands up to your top, taking it off and leaving you in only your bra and panties. "so beautiful..." he began, his lips now headed to the crook of your neck, his hand sliding to your heat. "you were always my favorite student." the man said, his fingers delicately touching the wet spot on your panties. this drew a soft moan from you, making your professor smile.

       "such a naughty student..." he said against your skin, rubbing your wetness from over your panties. he began rubbing your clit with one hand, grabbing your breast with the other. he reached back around with his other hand and unclipped your bra, now leaving your chest completely revealed to him. he latched his mouth to one of your buds, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue. you couldn't help but tug at his curly brown locks as he continued to rub your clit. he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, wallowing in the pleasure that he was providing you. after working on your tits, he slowly kissed down your body to your heat. he got down on his knees, sliding your now soaked panties down your legs and throwing them to the side. you leaned back on the wooden desk to support yourself as professor quinn continued to slowly rub your clit with his thumb, the other hand opening your folds.

       he looked absolutely enamored as he continued to tease you, knowing that you wanted more. professor quinn looked up at you, telling you were growing with desire. "do you want my mouth?" he asked from in between your legs, the feeling of his hot breath on your core sending chills through your body. "y-yes..." you let out, biting your lip. "anything for my favorite student," your english professor said before putting his face into your pussy, his tongue rolling in and out of the folds. you let out a loud moan at the sensation, which enticed a loud groan from the man in between your legs. you were practically unable to stay still at this point, requiring him to hold your legs in place as he went down on you. his tongue was like heaven, perfectly sucking on your clit and rolling in and out of your folds. those eyes didn't help, his beautiful brown eyes that would not break eye contact with you.

        professor quinn began to get more aggressive, inserting his tongue in and out of your core as he rubbed your clit in circles with his thumb. you were almost to your tipping point, the pleasure becoming too much. the man between your legs could tell, too, that you were about to release. "be a good student for me," he said, increasing the intensity of his tongue, "come in your professors mouth like you've been dreaming about." professor quinn hummed from your pussy, increasing the pleasure. you couldn't hold on anymore. "FUCK..." you moaned, arching your back on the desk and gripping his brown curls tightly as he sucked on your clit roughly, smiling up at you.

       you were winded from that alone. that had to be the best head that you had ever gotten in your life. however, you weren't done. "now..." professor quinn said, running his fingers across your pussy one more time before standing up and grabbing your chin again. "if i wait any longer to fuck you i think ill lose my mind." he said, gently pushing you back onto the desk. you watched in awe as your professor unbuttoned the rest of his white button-up, revealing his toned, slightly hairy chest and his chain. he slid off his pants and his boxers, revealing his girthy length. it was just as you expected, if not more. his cock was absolutely perfect.

       you felt the heat rise in you again as professor quinn walked back over to you, grabbing your chin again with force and pressing his lips to yours. he held you down on the desk as he ran his digits up and down your heat again, increasing the wetness. you reached down and touched his member, slowly stroking it before placing it by your entrance. you felt it twitch as it touched you. "tell me if it's too much, y/n," professor quinn said before quickly pounding into you. you felt the desk move underneath you as he began pumping slowly, the kisses growing sloppier. you couldn't believe it. your professor was fucking the life out of you on his desk.

       as he started to get a rhythm going, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. "fuck..." the man groaned under his breath, leaning his head back. you reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to you. he bit his lip as you did so, his brown orbs staring into yours. "you're such a gifted student..." professor quinn moaned, the sound of your bodies slapping against eachother echoing throughout the classroom, "the best fucking student ive ever had." he said, digging his nails into your waist as he continued to ram into you.

       you could tell that the both of you were nearing your finish. professor quinn began to get more sloppy with his thrusts, still never breaking eye contact. he slid his hand up your throat and gently choked you, sliding his thumb into your mouth. you sucked it gently, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure. your hands were scrambling around his back, definitely leaving scratches. the sound of you and your professor's moans and groans filled the room, leaving the two of you only hoping the other classes in the building couldn't hear. his chain dangled in your face as he leaned over you. "fuck, y/n..." professor quinn moaned into your mouth, nearing his orgasm. "come for me, good girl," he said, eliciting a loud moan from your lips as you began to clench around him. "oh, my god..." you moaned as you reached your high. "you fuck me so good, professor..." you whispered into his mouth, getting him even close to his orgasm.

       "im gonna fucking cum," professor quinn said, speeding up his thrusts and continuing to grip your waist as he rammed into you. his brown eyes not breaking contact, he let out a loud moan before quickly pulling out. you rubbed his cock up and down, letting out all of his cum onto your chest. the two of you were a mess... sweaty, out of breath, and both unable to comprehend what happened. your professor ran a hand through his brown locks and took a deep breath before leaning forward and kissing your forehead. you laid on the desk, waiting to be cleaned up. professor quinn walked around to the back of the desk and grabbed a kleenex, wiping off all of his ejaculation from your chest. after doing so, he planted kisses on your chest before the two of you got dressed again.

       after a few moments of silence as the two of you got back into your clothes, professor quinn walked over to you and gently pushed you towards the desk again. he brought his lips to yours, then looking at you for a moment. "i've had my eye on you for so long," the man said, admiring your beauty. "id be lying if i didnt say the same," you responded, running your hand along his cheek and exchanging a smile with him.

       after a moment, he began to back away a bit. "well, i have another class soon," professor quinn said as he began to fix up his desk. you walked over and grabbed your stuff, not ready to leave quite yet. "my office is always open. if im not in, leave a message." your english professor said, sitting in his chair again and leaning back, looking your body up and down. "im always available to help with anything you may need, y/n." he said softly, a sly grin appearing on his face.

       you bit your lip gently, still unable to comprehend what just happened, "ill start flunking your class more often, then, professor." you took a step back and began to walk out, your legs still extremely wobbly.

       you just became fuck buddies with professor joseph quinn.

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[the-real-pokerider]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

My name is Wolf Morgan (but just call me Wolf) and I am a traveling pokemon trainer who comes from the Drirome region! I am nonbinary, I use she/they pronouns, and I am autistic (my special interest is railroad stuff, if you were curious)! I have been a pokemon trainer since the ripe age of ten, though originally it was simply an escape from my home life. I pursued badges and battling in a rather wild effort to get away from home as quickly as I could. I traveled a lot of regions as quickly as possible, and only finally slowed down when I settled in Alola, where I stayed for about two years under Prof. Kukui's roof before I moved on to other regions. I met Interstellar, one of my best pokemon, in Paldea just a few years ago and their ability to turn into what I can only describe as a living motorcycle spurred me to decide to start traveling and fully drop the battling thing (which I'd practically already done back in Alola) and commit full time to being an explorer and just...catch and train pokemon on my own terms fully. Now I roam region to region whenever I want and simply hang out, learn the cultures, and primarily spend my time traveling around the wilder areas with my mons.

Some of my pokemon! Silver (shiny eevee) not pictured because well. There wasn't enough space and he's more just in the background a lot of the time, poor fella's pretty anxious sometimes. This isn't ALL of my pokemon I've caught over the years obviously, I swap them around all the time because I'm very indecisive on who I wanna have on hand, but you gotta pick some pokemon to go on the card so I went with some of my favorites. Cocoa was my very first pokemon and she's my very best friend, I feel just as close with Stellar (who is apparently a pokemon called Miraidon!) despite having known them for far less time, Hathy's incredibly gentle towards me but kinda hates everyone else, Bentley's my partner in crime (different from Cocoa), and Frostbite is one of my emotional support pokemon alongside Aquali.

Like I said before, I just picked some of my favorites to go on the card, you will see me post about others alll the time, so if you see me mention one you don't recognize from this post, that's why!

Ah, I'd say I've rambled on long enough. Send me asks and interact all you please, I don't bite! Just know there will be times I'll be online all day and others where I'll barely be on at all, it's really up in the air honestly. But such is the life on an adventurer!

(OOC info below)

As my character is a heavy self insert, I share in their identity in terms of gender and name (though I don't use Morgan lol, I just go by Wolf)!

Extra info abt me:

I am poly/ace/bi

I have been into pokemon since I was a very small child, introduced by my older brother

I am genuinely autistic! And just like my character, my biggest special interest is railroads/rolling stock (stereotypical, I know, but my friends and family can confirm I'm very not normal abt trains) and my current interests related to that, but I've recently been getting really into pokemon again as of late!

My other tumblr blogs are @itsorcatime, and @railway-roundhouse

RULES/INFO ABT THE BLOG/CHARACTER:

The Drirome region is based off of the Appalachian area (where I was raised and still live) and is therefore themed heavily with the culture from said states. A place where most everyone brought up there has a southern accent and most prefer rural areas over anywhere in a big town or a city, populated by unique pokemon and the region where many big country music singers come to light.

NO NSFW IS ALLOWED IN ASKS RELATED TO ME OR MY CHARACTER. Your ask will be deleted, if you're not anon I'll block you instantly, and I will definitely block you instantly if it is NOT an ask in which you say such a thing to me.

I do not allow magic anons or anything that could change the character's physical body or randomly give them objects. This is their blog, and that's what it's meant to be portrayed as.

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[ceilingfan5]

6 and/or 8 for Taakitz, please? And thank you for letting people make requests! Your writing is food for the concept that exists inbetween the heart and the soul.

“Soooo,” Taako drawls, sitting on the library table Kravitz is working out. Leaning might be a more accurate gerund, actually, leaning with intent. Twirling his hair and fluttering his eyelashes, which are, admittedly, very pretty. Not that Kravitz was looking, because his eyes are glued to his incredibly expensive textbook and all of the information he is gleaning. He is gleaning so hard up in this bitch right now. Despite all the distractions. “Why does everyone say you’re a freak?”

Okay, gleaning halted. Kravitz looks up, and looks at Taako, whose face is way too close and way too pretty and way too much to handle at nearly midnight the week before midterms. Sure, this is Kravitz’s second round of college, because shut up is why, and you’d think he’d have managing distractions down to a pulp, if not an art, but Taako seems to be the artiste here, and Kravitz is finding himself completely awash in paint. Maybe he’s been studying too long, because he’s having a bit of a hard time choo-chooing his train of thought along the classic tracks. 

“Huh?” he says, elegantly. Nailed it. 

“I said,” Taako tilts his head, just really going for that solid eye contact that feels almost shameful here in practically-public. “Why does everyone say you’re a freak?”

“Uh,” Kravitz says. “I’m busy-”

“No you aren’t. You haven’t turned a page in half an hour.”

“The print is small.”

“Answer my question, gorgeous.”

So the flirtatious read wasn’t hot bullshit. Kravitz swallows, thinking of the Goldilocks tale of bullshits and their various temperatures. God, it is late. His eyes squeak when he blinks them. 

“Uh,” he repeats. Still got it. “Is this a rhetorical question?”

“Maybe.” Taako flips his hair over his shoulder and shifts, making himself comfortable on the library table. He glances at Kravitz’s messenger bag, with all the grace of a cat about to do something rude to prove gravity still works. “Maybe not. I’ve heard a lot of things about you, seen a lot of you avoiding being around. You’re in my astronomy class.” 

“I needed the credits.” 

“You corrected the prof three times yesterday.” 

“Well,” Kravitz can’t believe he’s holding this stare. He feels like he got too ambitious trying to get all the groceries in the house at once. “He was wrong.”

Taako laughs like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Kravitz has been flirted with before, a few times, but not like this. He wonders if it’s a case of mistaken identity. But he super did correct that professor, honestly, four times yesterday. He got a tasteful email about it and everything. 

“So true,” Taako says. He reminds Kravitz of the caterpillar in Alice and Wonderland. Or the Cheshire Cat. That smile could outlast all of his features. “I’ve also noticed how you tend to disappear.” 

Kravitz feels the cold fingers of death on the piano keys of his spine. 

“I go home after class, I, um. I have no reason to stick around.”

“Not just after class.” Taako’s Cheshire smile widens. Kravitz’s vision blurs the rest of him around the edges. “You have a real talent for it, don’t you?” 

“Uh.” Usually Kravitz would have more of an argument, but this whole thing has caught him off-guard. “Talent for what?” 

“Blending into the shadows. Slipping away.” Taako breaks the eye contact to check his nails loftily and Kravitz breathes for the first time in far too long. Studying is now completely forgotten. 

“I don’t, I, I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Don’t play dumb. It’s not the part for you.” Taako pats his cheek. His hands are way warmer than Kravitz’s skin, and both of them clock it. Speaking of, Kravitz can hear the library clock in his ears like he swallowed the whole thing crocodile-style. “Kravitz, you have some particular skills, don’t you?”

“Who’s asking?” Kravitz’s mouth is so dry he could light a match on the sandpaper of his tongue. 

“Someone with similar skills. Someone looking for…” he trails off. Kravitz understands. He wants to glance around, check that no one else in the library is watching, but it’s midnight before the week of midterms. And anyone who looked would just think Taako was flirting with him, not asking about the secret abilities he has when no one else is looking. 

Maybe he’s doing both. Wouldn’t that be something. 

“And if I have…what you’re looking for?” 

“We could really give them something to talk about.” Taako winks. It makes Kravitz’s heart start all over again. “Don’t you think?” 

#thank you!!!!!! #sorry it has been so long. soo long. #fan5fics #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #the adventure zone #taakitz #taakitz fic

[beardedmrbean]

A 71-year-old man from Liège who donated sperm for scientific research as a student in Brussels in the 1970s has discovered he has at least two children who were conceived without his knowledge. His biological son contacted him after finding a match through the commercial MyHeritage DNA database. This is not the first time the VUB professor who supervised the research has been discredited.

The man was given a DNA test through MyHeritage as a gift by his wife several years ago, but it unexpectedly revealed one significant match. At first he thought it was a child from a past relationship that he hadn’t known about, until a second match was revealed.

That person, Tom (not his real name), had registered with the database because he was looking for his biological father. Commercial databases compare users’ DNA profiles to find matches. The greater the match, the closer the users are genetically related. Tom sought contact and informed the man that he had been conceived using donor sperm.

When Tom didn’t receive an answer, he asked Steph Raeymaekers of the non-profit support organisation Donorkinderen to contact the man on his behalf. After VUB professor Robert Schoysman was mentioned, the 71-year-old realised what must have happened.

“He is very worried that the two children he has now found are only the tip of the iceberg,” says Raeymaekers. Between 1974 and 1979, when he was studying at the Vrije Universiteit Brussel, he donated sperm four times a month, as part of a study by Schoysman on male fertility.

“He thought he was contributing to science and received some payment for it,” Raeymaekers says. “To find that people were conceived with his sperm against his will and without any knowledge is incredibly difficult for him to accept.” Students were paid 1,000 Belgian francs (€25) per donation

Schoysman, who has since died, was a pioneer of in vitro fertilisation and donor insemination in Belgium, but has previously come under scrutiny. Donorkinderen claims that, among other things, he helped conceive triplets by insemination with a mixture of two men’s sperm.

'Scandals are not exceptions'

The organisation is calling for an investigation and is concerned that many more students were misled. “We want the government to act because the scandals out there are no longer exceptions,” Raeymaekers says.

“How long did this professor do that? How many students were involved? How many parents and also donor children were affected by him? We need to find that out in order to correctly inform victims.”

Tom, 45, signed up to MyHeritage because he is a carrier of a genetic disorder. “There is a 50% chance that I inherited it from him,” he says. “I felt I should let him know that so that his other children can also get tested. For me personally, it’s a closed chapter. I have answers to my questions. But I think raising awareness in society is important. I realise there are still a lot of children who probably don’t know they are donor children.”

Although fertility centres and sperm banks retain donors’ personal details, they may not disclose them to prospective parents or children. Tom is in favour of lifting that anonymity, as is the case in the Netherlands, where children have the right to details of their donor father.

In a press release, the VUB said: "The facts quoted seem to date back to the early 1970s. At that time, reproductive medicine was still in its infancy. Neither the VUB nor the UZ Brussel are currently aware of any publications by Prof Schoysmans in the context of scientific research on sperm donors.

"VUB-UZ Brussel has strict procedures for donors and clearly communicates the reason why. A contract is signed with the sperm donor for each donation. Specific informed consent is required for use of sperm cells in the context of scientific research."

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