#teacher x teacher

[astyrial]

the history teacher atsumu miya x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: it's hard having the hot history teacher right next door word count: 1.1k warnings: atsumu is so flirtatious omg masterlist | requests are open

   a bell rings throughout the high school as students shuffle to get all of their items together. as your gaze finds the clock, you realize it's lunch time for most of the junior students. you take in a deep sigh and clasp your hands together in front of you, "don't forget, chapter five and six tonight, make sure to finish the questions. and there are some on the back!"

  you watch as all of your students file out of the room, one of them staying behind. mae, your brightest and most promising student, walks over to you, book in her hand. she always liked staying behind, talking about how you're her favorite teacher. she purses his lips and sighs before finally telling you what plagues her mind. 

  "i need some advice... about guys,” she brings her focus onto you, figuring that no one could overhear her.

  "mmh okay, well i am by far the best person in that department, but what's on your mind?" your eyebrows raise for a second, a calming smile on your lips. 

  mae takes in a deep breath, eyes flickering between you and the door, "someone has been leaving notes in my locker, anonymous ones. they feature poems but i don't know who it is. i just wish i did so i could talk to him."

  "i'm sorry mae, maybe you just have to give it a little more time. if he really likes you, he'll let you know it's him. either through little things that remind you of him or a written confession. i'm sure it'll be fine," you lean against your desk, your own gaze finding the door when you see the figure of your coworker.

  he leans up against the door, right eyebrow raised. his shoulders are wide, a polo shirt just slightly unbuttoned. you look back at your student, finger pointing towards the clock, "you should probably get to lunch, wouldn't want you missing out because of a secret admirer."

  mae nods, scratching the back of her neck before turning around to leave. with a couple of books in hand, it takes her a minute to look up and notice your coworker standing there, she looks back at you, a cheeky smile on her lips. you shrug your shoulders until she leaves, watching as she gives a short goodbye to the school's most interesting history teacher.

  he takes a few steps into the room, shirt ever so slightly small around his biceps. you look over at your computer, eyes trying to hide from his. however, there's something so intriguing about him that you can't help but meet his gaze. him, the history teacher, the one who is in a room next to yours, the one who always finds a way to see you. 

  "ms. l/n... i overheard you aren't a pro when it comes to romance. considering how beautiful you are, i'm very surprised," he reaches his hand out and taps one of the student's desks, gaze not breaking yours.

  you nod, shrugging your shoulders, truly watching him sway into your classroom nearly takes your breath away. the way he can just walk so effortlessly to you, "well mr. miya-"

  "you know you can call me atsumu, i've always told you that," a few pieces of rich brown hair falls down, one hand moving to push it back into place. 

  "i wouldn't think that to be very professional, especially if you call me ms. l/n all the time. besides, i think that miya is a great name," your hands becoming clammy as they push against your desk, heartbeat quickening as he takes a few more steps in your direction. 

  he lets out a hearty laugh but doesn't stop his runway walk towards you. the leather belt he's sporting keeps the shirt tight enough against his stomach that you can almost see his abs. despite you knowing that starting anything with a coworker is an awful idea, you can't help but wonder if anything could happen between the two of you. 

  "well, y/n... how does that sound? you call me atsumu and i call you y/n. and by the way, i love how your breath hitches whenever i say your name," atsumu finally makes it to your desk, resting a hand on your desk, body a mere foot away from you. 

  you bite your top lip while looking away from him, shaking your head slightly. of course your breath hitches as he comes ever so close to you. he's been this way ever since you met him and he's right. you do like him, especially as he tilts his head in such a cocky manner. "i don't know what you're talking about... atsumu."

  a smile stretches across his face at his name coming from your mouth. atsumu then leans a little closer to you, breath just barely brushing across your skin. "right... well, y/n, how would you feel about dinner, saturday? because i know an amazing chef," he brings his free hand to rest on his hip, most likely flexing his arm a little.

  "dinner? mmh you may have to let me think about it," you turn back to look at him, his face inches away from yours, his golden brown eyes flickering between yours. 

  "it seems that you may already have an answer," atsumu's ears perk up a little and his hand reaches for yours, "either that or i'm completely misinterpreting how you look at me. by the way, my eyes are up here, for future reference."

  heat rises to your cheeks as you bite the inside of your cheek, gaze turning to the floor. you sigh, feeling his hand running over yours. "i have no idea what you're talking about. however, i may have already thought it over and would love to join you for dinner," you finally look back up and can't help but take in a sharp breath. 

  atsumu smiles, leaning back again, nodding. he runs his thumb along the back of your hand before grabbing his phone from his pocket. he holds it out to you, not able to keep his eyes from you, "you want to add your number in here?"

  "alright, atsumu, if you insist."

  you begin to type your number into his phone, removing your hand from his. however, neither of you notice it when your student mae has returned to to grab one of her other books, that same knowing smile on her face. she may not be able to recognize the romance within her own life, but she can definitely see how you see the history teacher from next door.

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hey Hey! I'm 18m and looking for an OC x OC rp. M/M pairings are preferred, but I might be open to M/F. There's no specific plot I'd like do, buut I have some small ideas! Discord is preferred (servers just make everything so much better). I loveeee OOC, especially with sharing memes/videos about our characters and making playlists. Smut is perfectly fine. I'm open to doing double-ups and playing background characters! I write about 200-300 words and can mirror whatever you do.

My OC is on the older side, he's 49 (enjoy his dilf energy <3) All of his info is stored on both a Google doc and amino wiki.

Here's some brief ideas that I had :3

Maid x (home owner)

Celebrity x (Manager)

(Lawyer) x client

Teacher x teacher

Vampire x (familiar)

Villian x (henchmen)

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Mr. Barnes

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5,255 words P.E Teacher Bucky x Photography Teacher Reader

Bucky's got a crush on you, and everyone knows it, including you, but you've never accepted his advances for dinner until now: when you find yourself stuck in a storm and Bucky arrives just in time to save you, he takes you home.

There was without a doubt, to all the other teachers and to most of your students, that Mr Barnes had a crush on you. He was a handsome man, there was no denying that, but you weren't one to rush into a relationship solely based off of physical attraction. Now this had caused Mr Barnes to pop into your classroom and say hello every time he was on your side of the school:

You were sat at your desk, going through the examples of the photographer your class was looking into, when Mr Barnes slid into your classroom and had taken a seat. You stumbled over your words lightly, not expecting him to sit down.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr Barnes," you smiled politely at him.

"It's a pleasure to be here, Miss Y/l/n," he smirked, and the class snickered as they watched your interaction. You quietened your students down and swiftly moved on with your lesson. You were about to go through the editing method when you realised that the cards had been wiped clean, as it was a new year, and so you needed to take a picture of someone.

"Would anyone like to be the model for today?" You called out the class and watched as everyone sunk into their chairs, not wanting to be picked on. You sighed lightly and then your eyes landed on him, "Mr Barnes?" You asked hopefully.

"Hm?" He said moving to sit up.

"You've got a nice face; how would you like to be my model for today?" You questioned him, drawing no attention to the fact that you had complimented him, and you could have sworn that his cheeks tinged slightly pink. You raised an eyebrow at him awaiting an answer.

"Oh yeah, of course," his words falling out as he stood up and you walked over to guide him to the wall. He gestured to the floor, and you nodded your head.

"Yes, thank you," you mumbled and turned your back to him to face the class. "Now, what can you tell me about his work?" You asked the class, and, to your delight, a boy raised his hand. "Yes, Harry?"

"There's nothing behind the person."

"Yes, well done, how about the people's faces? What are their expressions like?" And a student raised their hand. "Addie."

"They're blank?"

"Very good," you congratulated them, "anything else you could tell me about the face... anyone?" You leaned to the side to look at the board, "Okay, I know that it's kind of hard to see on the board, but only the eyes are in colour the rest of the photo is in black and white."

You walked over to the other side of the class, the room erupting into steady chatter, to grab a camera and slotted in a card as you walked over to Mr Barnes. You looked up to see him watching you and frowned slightly, "Can you crouch a little, you're a bit tall." You mumbled and you heard him chuckle before doing so. You weren't even that short, only a half a head shorter than the man in front of you. "Thank you."

"Dinner tonight?" He whispered as you focused your camera. You rolled your eyes; he knew you were busy.

"No smirking or smiling, Barnes." You reminded him, ignoring his question as you took the picture. "That's good, thanks, now back to your seat." You beamed, a smile on your face because his eyes were perfect for the task at hand.

You had shown your class how to edit in the style of the photographer with the, very handsome, picture of Mr Barnes. His steely-blue eyes shining through at the end of the editing process and then you had told the class to take their pictures and start editing. Mr Barnes had slipped out, unnoticed by you.

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You stood, shivering, in the cold bite of the wind with a frown on your frozen face. You were on break duty and stupidly hadn't brought in a coat, to be very honest it wasn't your fault it was your damn weather app. This morning you had checked, and it had told you that it was going to be quite warm today, so you hadn't bothered to bring one in. What a dreadful mistake that was. And so, you stood there, extremely bored and extremely cold with your arms hugged around your waist. It would be over soon, you thought to yourself, and then you could finally slink off to the sanctity of your toasty classroom.

Now, Bucky was not on duty, but he was on his way to the P.E department when he saw you trembling from the corridor window. His eyes furrowed, where was your coat? It was freezing outside. There was no way he would allow himself to ignore you, so he took a detour to come and save you.

"Cold?" You jumped slightly from the sudden intrusion. Your ears had been so cold you hadn't heard anyone come up behind you. You gasped loudly and put a hand to your heart. Beside you stood, James Barnes.

"James," you breathed out. "Don't scare me like that." A smile already creeping up to pull at the corners of your lips.

"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean for that to happen." He smiled abashedly and scratched the back of his head. "Where's your coat?" He questioned you with concern and you looked up at him with a thin, awkward smile.

"I don't have one, the damn weather app lied to me this morning." You muttered, feeling betrayed and slightly ashamed by your foolishness. Unconsciously, you had drifted closer to him, so, when he let out a chuckle, you could feel him move beside you. Butterflies flew around your stomach realising just how close the two of you were. You felt him place a warm hand over your upper arm and heat instantly spread to your skin. You hummed quietly.

"Jesus, you're freezing, doll." He murmured, the pet name falling from his lips absentmindedly, and you could feel a blush begin to thaw your cheeks. His other hand rested against your other arm, and both began to rub up and down in attempt to warm you up. If you had no self-respect, your knees would have buckled right there and then.

"Don't worry about me, James, I've only got-" you brought out your wrist to check the time and was left stunned, "Ten minutes?" You cried out. There was no way you could survive out there for another ten minutes. He needed to get to class, or he'll be late.

"Would you like my coat?" He offered and you began to protest as he moved to take it off. "No, no, you're taking the coat, Y/n, you're going to freeze." He told you and hung it around your shoulders, his scent hitting you in the face. "Put your arms in," and when you did, you could already feel yourself begin to relax, the coat already so warm from him wearing it. "Better?"

"Better," you sighed happily as you turned to face him. There wasn't a way that you could have prepared yourself for the look that Bucky Barnes was gazing at you with. There were really no words that you could think of that would perfectly describe his look, except for the fact that he looked content. You smiled up at him, he really was a beautiful man, his steel-blue eyes staring into your own when they caught attention of some girls muttering from afar. And with that, the moment was over. A pink blush covered his cheeks as he played with his hands, dark metal contrasting pale flesh.

"Right, well I've got to go," he started awkwardly, "prepare for class." He patted you on the shoulder and, with haste, left.

Bucky's heart was pounding as he stormed through the corridors, the way in which he always did. You looked so good in his coat, and he knew that he'd think about that interaction for days to come.

Because you were on duty you were slightly late to your own class and when you walked in, you walked into a full class muttering as they chatted to their friends.

"Sorry for being late, class," you apologised as you slid off his coat and hung it on the back of your chair. You fumbled as you tried to quickly start up your laptop.

"Whose coat is that, miss?" A girl teased knowingly from the back of the class. You accidentally dropped the whiteboard cleaner, taken aback by the question.

"No one's." You replied instantly, bending down to pick up what you and dropped. You cursed yourself inwardly, you should have said that it was yours.

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It was finally the end of a very, very long week and you were exhausted. So exhausted that you had just nearly fallen asleep while you marking papers at your desk. Your head sore from where it had bashed against the table so aggressively.

You now stood at the bus stop, usually it would have been here around now, but it wasn't. Your car was in for repairs and your friends were all too busy on the other side of town to give you a lift. The week had been unfortunate to you and just as you sighed, just by some miraculous chance, you felt a drop hit your face. You looked up to the dark sky above when it started to get heavier and heavier until it was pouring. You swore as you rummaged through your bag, where the hell was your umbrella? Your efforts stopped abruptly and you scoffed. Your car. Of course your umbrella was in your car, why wouldn't it be?

You leaned, defeated, against the bus shelter, it's roof had been ripped off, not even a week after it had been replaced, by some odd group of teenagers. You checked the time once again, where was that bus? After a few minutes, you gave up on standing and sat down on the bench. It was too dark for your liking. Too dark and too alone for you to feel safe.

You were drenched to the bone when the rain had decided to calm down slightly. A sleek, black car pulled up beside where you were sitting and you bolted upright, fearing the worst, and ready to sprint. The window rolled down to reveal Bucky and you physically relaxed. Bucky was looking at you with concern, your hair sticking to your face and your clothes so wet they were dripping. You were staring at him when you realised that he was talking.

"Pardon?" You questioned as you shuffled closer to hear him.

"Get in!" He shouted so you could hear him over the wind.

"But I'm dripping!" You shouted back. "Your car will get really, really wet!" His eyebrows furrowed at you.

"The bus ain't coming, just get in." He ordered and you quickly walked over to the other side, eager to get out of the pouring rain. You pulled open the door and slid into the passenger seat beside him. The door slammed shut, leaving the row of the wind outside behind you.

"Sorry about your car," you mumbled sheepishly as you turned to face him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, doll, I've got a blanket in the back, but you're gonna have to take off that coat of yours if you wanna warm up." He informed and you nodded your head before unbuttoning your coat and slipping it off you with difficulty. Bucky leaned over to grab the blanket from the back seat and, as you buckled your seatbelt, you took a moment to admire his frame and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Over the months of working with the man you had gained a steadily growing fondness for him, as well as a friendship.

He placed the blanket on your lap, and you wrapped it around your shivering body; you hummed at the feeling of the soft blanket and Bucky shifted into gear and turned out of the bus stop, eyes trained on the road.

"Thanks for saving me, Bucky." You smiled at him from the side, and he turned to meet your eyes for a brief moment.

"If I hadn't you would've been there all night, maybe even the whole weekend." He teased and you grinned and shook your head.

"I'm not that bad." You frowned, your belief in yourself wavering slightly, and Bucky raised an eyebrow at you as if to say 'really?'

"Hey, could you turn up the radio?" He asked politely and the quiet hum of the radio increased as you rolled the dial. The two of you sat quietly as you watched him listen in to the weather.

"Please get home as soon as you can, weather's really going downhill with winds reaching ninety miles per hour, a tornado may be on its way." No wonder it was so bad tonight.

"Do you live close?" He murmured.

"Thirty minutes away, at least," you replied with a shake of the head.

"Sleepover?" He questioned turning to you and you let out a laugh, never in a hundred years would you have thought that you'd hear Bucky put out the idea of a sleepover.

"Yeah sure, I wouldn't mind."

"Great, I can finally make that dinner I've been asking you on," he smirked and turned to face you, his eyes shining.

"Yeah, you can." You smiled and he smiled back before the two of you settled into easy conversation.

By the time you had arrived at his house, you had only just started to warm up. You left the car, still wrapped in his blanket and trudged lightly after him, ears stinging from the cold winds. You watched as he opened his door with ease and familiarity and pushed it open, standing to the side to let you in first, he was always such a gentleman. You smiled as you stepped inside, you heard the door click shut behind you and the light flick on when you felt a hand over your waist, guiding you further into his home. You could feel that all too familiar feeling in your stomach every time he touched you, gods, were you falling for the man. You felt him stop behind you and you stopped with him. You turned around to face him.

Bucky smiled at you and chuckled lightly at your state, hair and clothes drenched and wrapped up in his blanket, all because of the bus. How you've managed to survive on your own, he would never know. You frowned at him as he laughed.

"Oh, come on, Barnes, it's not that funny." You huffed.

"You would've been there all night, doll, drenched and cold, did you even have your phone on you?" He questioned teasingly.

"Yes," you answered him defensively. He grinned and shook his head.

"I'll go grab you a towel and some dry clothes, okay?" You nodded and thanked him. "You can... explore," he added before leaving you alone.

Bucky went straight to his sister's emergency stash of clothes when, as he was rifling through them, an idea formed. He thought back to when he gave you his coat and how much he loved seeing you in it. He felt himself blush lightly just by remembering how you looked; he could give you his clothes to wear, it's not like you'd know that you had another option. He chewed his lip as he thought, before he got up quickly and walked into his own room. He grabbed a t-shirt, a pair of joggers and a clean towel. He was about to go back down stairs when he remembered underwear. He pulled open a draw of his sister's and took them all. He shrugged, you had a selection to choose from.

When he returned, he found you in the same spot as when he left. He smiled and handed you the towel and his clothes.

"My sister only visits in the summer and I thought you'd like something warmer," he pointed out and mentally patted himself on the back for telling you at least half the truth of why he handed you his own clothes. "And umm some underwear," he presented the lot to you and your eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. You weren't sure what he was expecting you to do, take one or take them all? Your hands were already pretty full so you decided on taking just the one. You picked one out at random and added it to your pile.

"Thank you for the clothes, Bucky, I really appreciate it," you told him genuinely, with a bright smile at how considerate he was.

"There's a bathroom just over there," he pointed behind you and you turned to see, "and a hot chocolate ready for when you come out?"

"Mmm yes please," you grinned, your eyes sparkling with excitement. He nodded and you left to get changed. He couldn't help but smile, goddamn it, you were cute.

Once the door clicked shut behind you, you dropped his clothes onto the toilet seat and began to undress. You felt sticky and gross and quickly dried your skin with the towel and your hair as best as you could before pulling on Bucky's shirt and trousers. You hummed happily, already feeling warmer than you had been. You caught yourself in the mirror and lightly gasped when you saw a slightly raised sore bump; you brought a hand to it and hissed as you were electrified with a sharp pain. You frowned at yourself, you hadn't thought that you had hit the table that hard. You left the bathroom with your bundle of sodden clothing and your feet pattered against the smooth wood as you made your way to the bright kitchen, illuminating against the dark corridors. Just as promised, Bucky stood by the counter, two mugs of hot chocolate steaming wispily on the table. You breathed in the scent of warm chocolate and smiled.

"What do I do with these?" You questioned gesturing to your clothes. Bucky came forward and took them from you.

"I'll put them in the washer, they'll be clean and dry by the morning," you nodded your head and thanked him, "there's socks and a hoodie on the chair if you want," he smiled before walking off.

Bucky's heart was pounding. When he saw you walk out, he swore he stopped breathing, you looked amazing in his clothes. He chewed his lip nervously, he didn't know how he was going to make it through the whole night, all he wanted to do was scoop you up and hold you and keep you close. However, that was probably weird, the two of you were friends, but he didn't want to be friends. He wanted something more, something special and precious. Not that your friendship wasn't, he just really, really, really wanted to kiss you.

As he threw your clothes into the washer a piece missed and fell to the floor and, as he bent down to pick them up, he realised what they were- your underwear. Now, usually Bucky wouldn't have thought anything of it; he would've picked them up without a second's notice and chucked them in with the rest. However, as he registered what they were he also took note of the material; lace. He felt his face heat up, tomato-red, and quickly picked them up and threw them in with the rest before slamming the door shut and turning it on. He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, and then his brain betrayed him, an image of you in them flicked past his eyes and his jaw clenched. Jesus fucking Christ. He needed to think about something else. Dinner.

When he came back into the kitchen, you were sat at the counter, feet covered with socks and bouncing to a tune he couldn't hear with his hoodie on and hands cupping a mug. He smiled, he could get used to seeing this, seeing you so comfortable in his home, and in his clothes.

"You look comfy, doll," he smirked as he rounded the counter and stood on the other side.

"I sure am," you smiled and took another sip, eyes watching his own as he stared at you.

"Hungry?" he asked, "cause I'm starting dinner."

"Starving," you replied. "Can I help?"

"Oh no it's okay, sit and watch, I'll put on a good show for you," he winked, and you chuckled. Where was all of this confidence coming from? "Bourbon?" He questioned as he brought up a bottle and gestured toward your drink. You shrugged, why not, and offered your cup to him. You watched as he poured the alcohol into your hot chocolate, and you swirled your mug to mix it in evenly. You took a sip and felt the mixture burn its way down to your stomach, a fire burning and keeping you warm from the inside-out. Bucky took a gulp from his own before replacing it with liquor.

"I've only got pasta, nothing too fancy, sorry, didn't know I'd find you lost tonight." He smiled amusingly.

"I was not lost!" You huffed and shook your head at him. He chuckled and moved over to the cupboard to get a pot and a pan.

Bucky did in fact put on a show, his expert chopping skills and ability to put something together was mesmerising. Conversation was aided with the slight buzz of alcohol, and you were having a terrific time, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest every time he looked at you with his brilliant steel-blue eyes. His hoodie was warm, but you didn't want to take it off, liking the feeling of wearing his clothes and the scent of him. Not long after, Bucky was plating two bowls of pasta and pouring to glasses of red wine. His cooking smelt heavenly.

"Where'd you learn to cook, Bucky?" You asked him as he sat down beside you. A smile stretched out onto his face.

"My ma. Taught me everything I know," he replied proudly and brought his glass to his lips.

"Aww a Mama's boy, one that knows how to cook and a pretty one too. It's a wonder how no one's snatched you up, Buck." You smiled. Bucky didn't know what to say and he felt himself shrug and take another sip of wine, his cheeks warm and his heart clenching almost painfully.

"Shut up and eat your pasta," he blushed, and you let out a laugh before shoveling a forkful into your mouth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your throat as you took your first bite. Bucky felt his heart hiccup and he turned to watch you. "Thought you were making out with the pasta for a second, doll," he chuckled.

"I would if I could, Bucky, I would if I could," you nodded, you didn't know what you were doing, it was probably the alcohol talking, "but I could settle for the chef." You murmured with a cheeky smirk and returned to eating as if nothing had happened; Bucky didn't know if it had happened or if he was just imagining things. Fantasy or not, it didn't help his blush. You giggled when you saw his face and you brought your glass up to your lips. Bucky stared intently as he watched you lick the dribble of wine off of your bottom lip. He really, really wanted to kiss you.

Nothing else had happened for the remainder of the dinner, and after you helped him clean up. Bucky's sleeves were pushed up to his elbow as he washed the dishes, and you couldn't take your eyes off of his metal arm. Gods, it was sexy. You dried the washed dishes with a towel and put them away, only with slight difficulty as you didn't know where they went. His other arm was also sexy, muscles and veins running up the limb, you wondered what it would feel like to touch or to kiss.

"Bucky," you started, and you heard him hum, "where do the glasses go?" You questioned as you held the two in your hand.

"Up in the top cupboard on the left," he directed and pointed in the direction of the cupboard. You nodded your head before walking over, you opened the cupboard easily and you could see plates neatly stacked on the bottom shelf and glasses on the top. You put one down on the counter and stretched to add the glass to the shelf, however you found yourself not being able to reach. You let out a quiet huff as you relaxed from the stretching before trying again, and again, and again. Now, Bucky knew you wouldn't have been able to reach it from the beginning and he smirked to himself as he watched you try over and over again.

You stared up at the top shelf and sighed before attempting it one last time. The glass was halfway up when another hand wrapped itself around it from behind. Your head turned to the side to see Bucky, stretching over you to put the glass in its rightful place. You turned around, so you were facing him and muttered a thanks. Bucky looked down at you and smiled before taking the other glass, from the counter, and putting it back with the other. His top pulled up as he stretched, revealing a slither of his toned stomach. You couldn't help but blush at the position you had found yourself in. Trapped under Bucky as he loomed over you. Bucky took a very small step back when he was finished and smiled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head.

"Movie?" He asked you quickly. "If you're not too tired."

"Oh no I'm not tired, a movie sounds great," you smiled and he lead you out into the sitting room. You hadn't seen this room before so you allowed your eyes to wander around the various items displayed. When you looked back to Bucky, you found him sat close to the end of the sofa, and as you moved to find a seat, he patted his lap.

Now, Bucky had no reason to expect you take up the offer, so when you did he wasn't fully prepared.

You chuckled at him when you saw the smirk displayed across his face as he patted his lap, and you shook your head with a smile as you walked over to him.

"Feeling bold today, Bucky?" You questioned as you climbed into his lap, sideways so you could lean against the arm of the sofa. You felt his cool, metal arm slide under your back to support you as you made yourself comfortable. Bucky shrugged to your question, his smirk still present oh his face. "So what're we watching today?" You asked as you looked up at him and you watched as his smirk softened to a smile.

"Not sure, doll," he answered you as he leaned forward, squeezing you with his body as he did. "Pick whatever you want," he told you as he passed you the remote.

"Anything?" You drawled out with a cheeky smile and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at you. After a few seconds, he nodded his head slowly, unsure of his decision already.

"Yes.. anything," he replied sceptically and you couldn't help the grin that was stretching across your lips. You quickly found yourself scrolling to the Disney section and you heard a quiet grumble before you selected your chosen film. "Really?" Bucky questioned you as it started to play.

"Of course, it's like one of the best animated films ever." You replied frankly and relaxed as your eyes trained on the screen. Bucky looked down at you, comfortable in his arms, and smiled before focusing his attention on the bright colours flashing on the screen.

The two of you hadn't lasted long into the film; a lot more tired than you had thought, you had fallen asleep not even halfway into it and Bucky had drifted off soon after you. Bucky woke with a jolt and scanned the room quickly, his eyes stinging slightly from the bright screen in front of him. He watched as a helicopter flew past the camera, the mechanical whir of the blades causing his heartbeat to pick up. He scrambled for the remote and the tv shut off with a click. Silence. His head fell against the back of the sofa as he let out a shaky sigh, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. When his eyes fluttered open, they were already adjusted to the lack of light within the room, and they fell on your sleeping form; he felt his heart flutter and nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach, crashing clumsily against the walls. He studied you, the rise and fall of your torso; he matched his breathing to yours, slow and steady, and he felt himself relax. 

"You asleep, doll?" He whispered and instantly felt stupid for asking the question, of course you were asleep. You were splayed across his lap, hair out of place, his shirt riding up just short of exposing the smooth skin of your stomach. There was something so normal about the scene Bucky found himself in, something so comforting he couldn't quite place a finger on. He admired you for a little while longer, with a smile on his face, when he realised that if you stayed like that you would most likely have horrible back pain when you woke up. Stiffly, he placed one hand under the back of your knees and the other under your upper back and lifted. 

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in a plush bed, the sun dancing patterns on the walls; you had thought it was a dream: you felt strong arms wrap around you and pull you close to his chest, your half-conscious state recognising Bucky and your own arms clung onto him. You felt the sharp intake of his breath and the journey through the house and up the stairs, Bucky pushed open the door to his guest room and carefully placed you on the soft fabric before pulling the duvet over you. His fingers brushed the hair from your face, and he hesitated for a second before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A light hum escaped from your lips, and he looked down at you, his eyes full to the brim with adoration. Bucky turned to leave once he had caught sight of the time, but he felt your hand move to his, your hand curling around his left and he felt his breath hitch.

"Stay with me," you mumbled softly, the sound moving barely past your lips; it was so quiet he hardly heard it, but the constriction of his heart told him that he hadn't imagined your words. He played with your fingers as he weighed his options, but that was the last thing you could remember.

You felt yourself frown at the thought of him turning down your barely conscious offer, however that was short lived because when you turned to your side you saw him. He was facing you, he looked peaceful with his eyes closed and his eyelashes touching his cheek. You turned under the duvet and rested your head against the pillow and closed your eyes. It was too early to wake up on a weekend anyway.

[rocktangle]

THE PINTEREST COLLAGE FUNCTION WAS CREATED TO ALLOW ME TO VISUALISE THE COUPLES I CREATE IN MY HEAD FOR MY OWN UNPUBLISHED (AND PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE) STORIES

[sunandflame]

Why all Teacher Kyojuro bots are Teacher x Student..... 🥲

Why cant it be teacher x teacher or meeting him outside the academy as, yknow, adult and adult relationship 😭

Haaah… I personally don’t have anything against Teacher x Student ships (as long as nobody is a minor), but I know that it can be really triggering for some people because of the power imbalance. And let’s be honest babygirls. It is a problematic genre and you can’t tell me otherwise. It’s like yandere and all the other stuff, but people are craving the forbidden fruit of the garden eden and they wanna live out the fantasy with those bots and character.ai's

But I totally agree. It would be refreshing to see Teacher!Kyojuro with another adult or another Teacher (totally not pointing onto my own fic SoG)

Maybe someone knows a bot that is not Teacher x Student coded? They could write it maybe under this post and help our lovely anon and other people ♥️

[deejayrockz]

i feel pt.2 to the wilbur teacher oneshot is in the works 🤗

[lovergirlanna]

Can’t reveal too much but this is what I’m working on guys I’m so sorry for being inactive 😭 still working on the cruelty&guilty my professor riddle x f!professor reader promise that will be out soon enough x

[cursedchildofchaos]

More things that you must read at your own risk

My face is flush and my heart races. I can't believe I'm doing this. I had to be a big chicken about it.

I like that I can take free classes at Tumblr University since I'm a teacher here…but let's be real. The only reason I'm taking this class is to be closer to Professor T Rex. 

I know nothing about "Dinoing." I had never been interested before meeting him. I'm gonna embarrass myself, aren't I?

My thoughts have been spiraling so much that it appears I'm already at the door. Oh, I hate this. I hesitantly open it. 

There he is. He's trying desperately to write something on the chalkboard, but his little arms won't reach.

I walk over, setting an apple on his desk as I do. I put out my hand.

"I can help. What would you like me to write?" I look at him with a reassuring grin.

"Oh, hey, Op. I was so excited you were taking this class. And just write my name and the class title, " he answers.

He holds the chalk out to me. His hand is so calloused, but smooth. I let my own linger a little long over his.

"Is something wrong?" he asks. 

My head shoots up. He's looking at me with that giant and sharp smile. 

"No, no, no…I just thought more people would be here by now," I turn to the chalkboard and write.

"About that," he begins. "Apparently, a lot of people began dropping the class this morning because the Onceler was offering a class on business that they were more interested in," he explains.

I sharply turn to him.

"Wait, really?"

"I suppose you might consider dropping as well?"

"No, I just can't fathom why anyone would drop your class for him! You're a way better teacher!"

"Thanks," he smiles, but it turns into a frown. "I'm not too worried since I have that job at that amusement park, but I was really looking forward to teaching this class. And now, it might be canceled.*

"Canceled?" I question.

"Yeah, I hope you're not too disappointed."

"I…I am. I was excited about this class, too. I even got you an apple!"

He turns and sees the apple.

"You did, didn't you?" he smiles and grabs it off the desk with his teeth. He crunches it. "It's delicious." 

His face is messy from the apple, so, I walk over and wipe it off with my sleeve.  We stare at each other for a moment. He looks a little sad.

"T Rex…I must confess that there's another reason I took this class besides wanting to learn to dino…" I began, suddenly feeling courageous, but I freeze before I can finish the rest of it. 

"I thought about taking one of your classes for the same reason I think…" he softly smirks. 

"Then, why beat around the bush? If the class gets canceled, let's meat next week at the same time for a date," I suggest, my bravery back.

He smiles and nods his giant ass head.

[abipolarsimp]

❧ Avaricious Affection

a one-shot fanfiction story

©rozuannecchi

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 that Ushijima laid his eyes on Shoyo's sister, he already knew he fucked up. He can't understand himself why he wants to see Natsu's face everyday and every-minute of his life. It's like a drug that he wants to take every minute of his life.

He wished to meet Natsu again and know more about her, and his wish came true. The girl he adore becomes his student. '𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.' he thought to himself, and entered the classroom with a little smile on his lips. He knew for sure that his weekdays will not be boring anymore.

Since that day, Ushijima always looks forward to teach the section where Natsu belongs. He doesn't know why he loves her so much to the point that his world revolved around her every time he will see her. He knows that his love for the little girl isn't ordinary and he can't name that feeling. But deep down he is afraid to realize that feeling.

"𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨." Natsu flinched by the sudden call of Ushijima. She looked at her hands fidgeting and nods slowly. '𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘪-𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.' She sighs and didn't even bother to look at him. She was nervous because she doesn't have any clue why she needs to stay.

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 69 𝙖𝙣𝙙 70." Ushijima put all the papers and book in his bag, ready to leave. "𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨." "𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙎𝙞𝙧. 𝙄 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙. " "𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨." The whole class bid farewell to their teacher, except one girl that only wants for the ground to open up and just eat her.

Ushijima is humming a happy song the moment he left the classroom with a small smile of victory on his lips. The happiness on him is so visible, while Natsu is stuck to the teasing of her classmates for being able to stay and talk longer with their hot teacher.

After hours of teaching and the students' listening, the bell rang symbolizes that the school hours are all ended. Hearing the bell ringing, Ushijima can't help to feel the excitement that bubbling inside him while Natsu's nervousness is swallowing her up. She wants to disappear in the world right at that moment, she didn't even hear the door opened. She came back to reality when suddenly someone called her name.

Natsu can't help but to turned around, at that time she didn't see a teacher. She saw a predator ready to attack its prey. The smile that was on Ushijima's lips faded when he saw Natsu's state. It feels like Natsu saw a ghost and she's ready to faint. He runs immediately in her side to catch her when she faints literally.

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎 is one of the co-workers of Ushijima Wakatoshi and a brother to Natsu. He is hard-working, sweet, and a protective older brother. Since the moment he realized that Natsu is growing, he decided that he will protect her no matter what happens.

That night he thought that Natsu already went home but his mother called him telling him that Natsu is not home yet. He was in terror because he doesn't know what will he do if something bad happened to his precious little sister.

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 is the first place that comes into Shoyo's mind. He stands abruptly on his sit and run as fast as he could to Natsu's classroom to check if she's really there. Shoyo stopped at the front door of Natsu's classroom panting really hard.

When Shoyo decided to open the door he heard voices inside of that room. His hand stopped mid-air because he realized that one of the voices belongs to his sister. Shoyo peaks at the window and he was shocked on what he saw. It was his sister - Natsu- and Ushijima talking about something happily. Their backs are facing Shoyo's direction so they didn't saw or noticed him. "𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪. 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚?"

"𝙊𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙐𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙖-𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙞." Shoyo saw Natsu stands from her chair and fix her uniform and bag. She bid goodbye to her sensei and runs outside of the room. He panicked for a second and decided to hide at the room next door. He calmed himself and ready to go out of the room when suddenly, Ushijima said something that made Shoyo's world crumble.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩." Shoyo heard Ushijima's footsteps that was vanishing from his ear. Shoyo's hands are shaking and his lips are trembling. He doesn't know what is the meaning of what he heard but his gut feel tells him that something bad will happen. Slowly, he opened the door and walks outside the room while his mind is wandering somewhere else. A month passed since that night. Shoyo always checked his sister before and after the class. He also avoid Ushijima in school even in the faculty room but Ushijima didn't noticed it. Shoyo wants to make sure about what he heard that night. He doesn't want to confront Ushijima without a solid evidence in his hands.

Since that night, Ushijima didn't tell Natsu to stay after the class anymore but he always make sure that their path will always meet and they wilk talk to each other for like a minute or two. Sadly, Shoyo doesn't know that those things are happening.

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀, there was a faculty meeting that made every teachers and staffs to stay longer in the school. It was the best moment for Shoyo to know something about Ushijima's motive. '𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘥-𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.' He thought while sending Ushijima daggers secretly. After the meeting, everyone decided to go for a drink but Shoyo told everyone that he still needs to do some lesson plans so he excused himself.

He didn't noticed that Ushijima was gone in the group because his mind is busy calculating all the things he planned. When the group was already out of his sight, he ran as fast as he could to go back to the faculty room. Shoyo stopped at the front door of the faculty room, running out of breath. He waited for a few minutes for him to catch his breath before he decided to open the door. The moment that he opened the door of the faculty room, his jaw dropped.

The lights of the faculty room were off so it was dark but he heard moans inside that room. His body shivers from the cold and the voice, the sweat that was running to his face because he ran, doubled because of the fear he was feeling right at that moment.

The moans continue and Shoyo already wants to ask '𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?' But his mouth can't form a single word and his body move on his own. He walks silently towards that voice and when his foot reached their destination, his whole body went weak.

He saw Ushijima masturbating and moaning while looking at the picture of his sister. He covered his mouth with his two hands and walks backward not trying to make a sound. Shoyo was crying silently at the corner because he witnessed how Ushijima dirtied Natsu's image and dignity.

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪." He said with a hoarse voice, still looking at Natsu's picture while he continued pleasuring himself. When Ushijima reached his climax he cleans himself and smiled one more time before he put the picture back inside the drawer of his table.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡." Ushijima stands and fixes his things when he heard something. He heard someone run and closed the door. Ushijima's body tensed when a realization hit him. Someone saw him and his secret will leak anytime. On the other hand, Shoyo run fast while crying, as if a killer is chasing him. He can't bear to watch and listen to Ushijima anymore. When he reached his own apartment, his knee dropped. He shouted inside his apartment and you can hear the pain and anger in his voice.

𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏, Shoyo isn't going out of his apartment for even a day. His co-teachers are calling him for being absent in 3 days straight. His sister and mother doesn't have any idea what is happening to Shoyo. Lastly, Ushijima already knew that it was Shoyo who saw him that night. Half of him feels guilty but half of him also feels nothing.

A week had passed and Shoyo decided to confront Ushijima and give him a deal. A deal were Shoyo will sacrifice his own pride and dignity.

Monday, he attended the school and he walked straightly to Natsu's classroom not minding to give a report to their dean. When he arrived at the front door of the room, Natsu immediately saw him. Shoyo can't smile to his own sister because the nightmare that he saw that night, keeps on haunting him. Shoyo knocked on the door and he only waved at his sister before he looked at Ushijima who's ready to teach the class. "𝙐𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖 -𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙞, 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨? 𝙄𝙛 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪." Shoyo smiles innocently at Ushijima and Ushijima only look at him with a 'i-knew-it'-look.

Shoyo walked towards the school's rooftop with Ushijima behind him. When they reached the rooftop, Shoyo didn't wait for even a second and he punched Ushijima in the face. Ushijima fell on the ground with a loud thud and a shock expression written on his face.

"𝙔-𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧!! 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙛-𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙤?!" Shoyo shouted and didn't controo his tears while pointing his index finger towards Ushijima. He was so mad at Ushijima. So mad that he wants to kill him, right at that moment.

He knelt infront of Ushijima who's still shocked about what happened. Shoyo calmed himself and wipednhis tears and snots. He looked straightly at Ushijima's eyes, and the guy who already snapped back at the present look back at him.

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙��� 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?" Shoyo asked him, trying to calm his voice. Ushijima sighed and looked straightly at his eyes. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧." He stood up and dusted his uniform.

Shoyo stood abruptly ready to punch Ushijima again when Ushijima catch his fist and pulls Shoyo closer to him. Shoyo tries to escape from his enemy's embrace but Ushijima is stronger than him.

When he was ready to shout, something warm and soft touched his lips. He gasped when he realized that Ushijima is kissing him. That moment, Ushijima took it as advantage to enter his tounge inside Shoyo's mouth and explores it.

Ushijima looked one last time at Shoyo before he closes his eyes and deepened the kiss. Shoyo's knee went weak but luckily Ushijima held his waist tightly. Shoyo let out a moan which he regretted afterward. He broke the kiss and pushed Ushijima with his full energy. His face was red as tomato and his mind was on cloud nine.

Ushijima smirks at how he affected Shoyo from his kiss. He walks slowly towards Shoyo, still smirking. When he stopped, he leans in and whispers in Shoyo's ear. "𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧?"

Shoyo's body shivered from what Ushijima said. As if Ushijima seems to already know what's on his mind. Ushijima kissed Shoyo's cheek before he turned his back and walked toward the door of the rooftop. Suddenly, before he took a step outside Shoyo grabbed his hand.

"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩.𝙮𝙤𝙪.𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚.𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝.𝙢𝙮.𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧." He gritted his teeth because of the anger that he's feeling. Ushijima smirked on what he heard, he finally got the answer that he wanted to hear. He pulled Shoyo closer to him again, and in that moment he knew that he already wrapped Shoyo in his fingers.

𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿 since Shoyo accepted Ushijima's deal. He became his fuck-buddy and even though it was weird for him, he can't do anything but to spread his legs for Ushijima.

He wants his sister to be safe even though he needs to throw away his pride and dignity as a man. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." From that text, Shoyo already knew what Ushijima wants.

After the class he made sure first that Natsu went home safely before he went to his own apartment to get ready for the night. That night, just like usual. Ushijima told Shoyo to wear a blindfold and put some clothes in his mouth to prevent him from moaning.

He knew what Ushijima's doing, he wants to imagine that it was Natsu that he's fucking. Ushijima devours him that night, he was fucking him mercilessly and not minding if he was hurting or not.

Shoyo's moans and sobs are mixing under the piece of cloth that was covering his mouth while Ushijima is moaning Natsu's name loudly while thrusting inside him. "𝙃𝙖... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙!" Ushijima stands and leave him from the bed. Ushijima went to the bathroom to clean himself.

While him, he was so dirty and sore. He tried to sit down even though his body hurts so much. He removed the cloth and blindfold, his tears streamed down into his cheeks.

He stands up from the bed and picks up all of his clothes. He wants to go home as soon as possible, so even though he's dirty and he can't move properly. He still tried to wear the clothes that he's wearing awhile ago and luckily he succeeded.

He looks at the bathroom door and heard the water still running, so he decided to go home without saying goodbye. When he picked up his phone from Ushijima's side table, Ushijima's phone lit up and Shoyo saw and read the notification.

It was Natsu who texted Ushijima greeting him a '𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 2𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴𝘢��𝘺'. Shoyo's blood boils. He forgot about his bruised and sore body, he runs towards the highway and calls a taxi to take him to his mother's house.

When he arrived at his mother's house, he knocked on the door angrily and lucky for him, it was Natsu who opened the door. Before Natsu can speak and before Shoyo can calm himself, a hard slap already went to Natsu's face.

Both of them were shocked on what happened. Natsu was on the verge of tears and Shoyo feels guilty but his anger is eating him up. He pushed her inside the house and locked the door behind him. He was looking straightly at Natsu, who doesn't have any idea what is going on. Lucky for them, their mother isn't there that night.

"𝙉-𝙣𝙞𝙞- 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙-𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥 𝙢-𝙢𝙚?" Natsu can't control herself anymore and cried infront him. Shoyo wants to say sorry but he can't. So, he did what he needs to do.

"𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍?!!! 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙇 𝙈𝙔 𝙈𝘼𝙉?!! 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝘽 𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆??!!!" Shoyo didn't controlled himself anymore. He shouted at his sister.

"𝙄-𝙄 𝙩-𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙄-𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩-𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘽-𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪?!". Shoyo breakdown infront of his sister. He wants to tell her everything he did just for her.

In exchange of her safety and her bright future, he sold his soul and body to a demon. Natsu was shocked and she didn't know what to say. She knelt infront of his brother and give him a warmth hug.

A hug that fulls of love and longing. Shoyo cries harder when he felt the hug he was seeking along time ago. He hug his sister back, tighter and doesn't want to let go.

When something hit him hard. He pushed his sister away from him and runs out of the house. Natsu kept on calling his name but it feels like Shoyo can't hear her voice. He was walking out of nowhere and keeps telling himself "𝙉𝙊"

𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙐𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖?

𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙐𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖?

He keeps on walking and walking when something wet dropped on his shoulder. He looks up and he saw raindrops are keep on falling from the sky. He laughs and cries when he realized two fundamental truths at the exact same time.

One, he's doing everything because he loves Ushijima, even though Ushijima only treat him as slave and nothing more, it was okay for him. Two, his love for Ushijima and the love of Ushijima for Natsu are just the same. It was not a simple love.

𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏, he didn't contact Natsu and he didn't even answer her calls. He also resigned at his job as a teacher because he doesn't want Natsu's path and his path to crossed.

He didn't told Ushijima the reason why he resigned and he also didn't confronted Ushijima about what he discovered. He let them do the things they want to do. Everytime Ushijima calls him or texts him to come to his apartment, Shoyo always satisfies his needs.

But little did Ushijima and Natsu knows, Shoyo was trying his best to make Ushijima fall for him. He wants Ushijima alone and he doesn't want anyone to block his plans and wants. But something happened.

It was Ushijima's birthday when Shoyo decided to surprise him. He baked a cake and he ordered a costume for a roleplay, it was his gift for Ushijima.

He arrived at Ushijima's apartment, he tried to open the door and luckily it wasn't locked. The time that he stepped at the entrance, loud moans were echoing inside the apartment. Shaking, he walks towards Ushijima's room and he dropped the cake as he saw Natsu and Ushijima fucking, in the bed full of red roses. The two stopped and looked at him with wide eyes.

The two person infront of him were in mess, and they were enjoying what they're doing. His tears streams down into his cheeks as he turn his back away from them and runs fast, leaving that place. He was walking and crying silently. He feels broken and mad, he wants to kill them but he can't.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙, 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.

That night, his heart and soul shattered into billion pieces.

A week passed since that happened. Now, he was eating alone in the park. He wants to get revenge but he doesn't know how. When someone sits beside him and said something that trigger his interest. "𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪?"

A red haired guy, was looking down at him and he's smirking. Shoyo was shocked because the man knew what on his mind.

Shoyo opened his mouth to talk when the guy said something again. "𝙈𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤." Shoyo's heart beats faster because of what he heard.

How does this creepy guy knew him?!! It was like, this guy was reading his mind and he analyzes everything about the person infront of him.

Shoyo stands from his sit when the guy named Tendou grabbed his hand. Shoyo glares at Tendou but he just laughs at him. He pulls him to sit again and explained everything he knew.

Tendou was Ushijima's bestfriend. Ushijima stole his girlfriend and treated her as a sex slave. Tendou was so angry that time at Ushijima but he was more angry when he knew that his girlfriend sold herself to Ushijima because she was tired of Tendou.

When Tendou already told Shoyo everything, he asked Shoyo again for one last time. But the thing is, Shoyo decided that he is the one who will kill the person. "𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢? 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛." with that idea, something pushed Shoyo to agree with him.

Tendou smirked and they made plans. But there's something that is bothering Shoyo. His gut-feels are telling him to stop and don't try to do the plan. But Shoyo was so stubborn.

𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 to kill that person came, the thing that Shoyo's gut feels are telling him happened. He didn't killed Ushijima, it was Natsu. He killed his own sister because of jealousy and wrath. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙏-𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚." Natsu coughed blood before she closed her eyes as the grip of her hand on his brother's clothe loosened.

But little did he know, that Tendou betrayed him and he calls Ushijima to go to that abandoned place and watch how Shoyo kill his beloved. When Ushijima arrived, he was already late.

Shoyo is crying infront of Natsu's lifeless body holding an axe in his right hand. A river of emotions flows inside him. The guilt, the longing and the love that he was missing for so long.

He dropped the axe and hugs Natsu's body. "𝙉-𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙎𝙐!!!!!" He shouts and cries in agony, he wants to turn back the time but he can't.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧.

𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚.

"𝙄-𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮! 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪, 𝙥-𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥!! 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪!! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙉𝙞𝙞-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪. 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚! 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚."

Shoyo was panicking. He carried Natsu, bridal style. He was walking towards to entrance when a silhouette of a man came into his view.

He was frightened because he knew who's the owner of that silhouette. From the build of his body, he already knew.

Shoyo body stiffened and before he could react, a punch went to his face. He falls to the ground with Natsu still in his arms. He hugs Natsu, protecting her from any pain and beatings. "𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀����!!!"

Ushijima pushed Shoyo away from Natsu and he was the one carried the lifeless body of Natsu. Before he leaves the place with Natsu in his arms, he gives Shoyo a hard and powerful kick into his stomach that made him cough a blood.

Ushijima tries to save Natsu but before he arrived to the hospital, Natsu was dead on arrival. That night, he drowned himself in alcohol. He calls everyone who can help him to make a decent funeral for his little angel.

He also asked Tendou not to let Shoyo escaped. Ushijima also told Mrs. Hinata that her daughter was involved in an accident and died.

Natsu's mother can't take the news, she cried and cried until she passed out. Ushijima lied because he doesn't want the police to capture Shoyo that easily.

He wants to make him pay, everything he did to his little angel. At the funeral, he lets Shoyo to see his sister so their mother wouldn't suspect a thing.

𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝙉𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇, every day and night Ushijima is  devastated and he was drowning himself in alcohols.

He wants to forget but he can't so he did what he planned. He married Shoyo and bought a new house, that makes the tangerine happily but it wasn't like that. It wasn't a happy ending.

Everyday, everynight, everytime he saw Shoyo or he remembers Natsu. He will give Shoyo a beating and he will treat him like a slave. It was the usual routine of their lives and Shoyo is  already used to it.

He was already numb, physically, mentally, and emotionally. When Ushijima stopped all those beatings and harassments. Shoyo was not shocked anymore when he can't feel any emptyness, or happiness when Ushijima stopped.

It's been three years when Ushijima stopped, he also didn't talked to Shoyo or even glanced at him at their house.

Shoyo finally feels free, that day he decided to go for a shopping. He wants to treat himself before he asked Ushijima for a divorce and surrender to the police.

At the mall, he saw something that he wished he didn't see. It was Ushijima with a girl beside him, they are talking happily and they are looking at the rings. Shoyo, for a long time felt a pang of jealousy in his heart. He turned his back immediately and leaves that place. That day he was already decided.

When he came home, he runs immediately to their room, he wrote a letter for Ushijima before he leaves the house saying a small goodbye. For a long time, he cried. That day, the sun was still shine but he's already crying.

He was walking without destination, when his feet brought him to the cemetery, infront of his sisters grave. He knelt infront of Natsu's grave, asking for forgiveness for a thousand times.

When a warm breeze passed by, as if it was Natsu hugging him tightly and saying "𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙉𝙞𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣. 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪." with that, Shoyo cries even more.

When he woke up it was already dark and he was still infront of Natsu's grave. He stands up and dust-off his clothes, he smiled one more time before he decided to leave the cemetery. He doesn't want to go home, he wants to go somewhere else. When a place comes into his mind.

There was a beach near in their school, he walks to go to that beach while his mind his wandering somewhere else.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙐𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Now, that Ushijima already found someone who can give him light from his dark world, he is happy to let him go. Shoyo arrived at the beach. The cold breeze, rustling sounds of trees and the restlesness of the sea, gives him peace.

He looked up to the sky full of stars, when suddenly a shooting star passed by. He closed his eyes and wished for Ushijima and his Mother's safety and happiness. He smiled for one last time before he walks to the sea.

He didn't stop walking not until the sea is swallowing him. When Shoyo already feels he is drowning, a tear scaped from his eyes and he smiled for one last time. A smile full of love and happiness.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘜𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘢.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳.

𝘜𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺.

𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏, Ushijima was so happy. He was ready to talk to Shoyo again. "𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣." He laughed at himself, as he recall Shoyo's expressions every time he will tease him.

He was ready to move forward and make a new life with Shoyo. But that night, he went to an empty house. Lights are off and Shoyo's not there.

His heart beats faster because something wasn't right. He dropped all the paper bags and runs towards their room. He turned on the lights and Shoyo cannot be seen.

He checked all the rooms, bathrooms and even the backyard of their house. He can't see Shoyo. He walks inside the house again and tries to call his phone. "𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩! 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥."

Shoyo's phone rings and he immediately run to where it came from, but the rings led him to their room. Shoyo's phone was ringing on top of the side table, with the letter he wrote besides it.

Ushijima picks up the letter and sits down at the bed. With a trembling hand, he opened it and read it.

"𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘜𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘢. 𝘣𝘵𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭.

𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘢𝘩𝘢, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦.

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰  𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.

-𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 "

The last time he cried so much is when Natsu died, and now he's crying again because of Shoyo. He shouted and hugged the paper tightly, he cried and cried and cried, because his tangerine left him.

Ushijima pulls a box inside his pocket. He opened it and there was a ring inside of it. "𝙒-𝙬𝙝𝙮?! 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?! 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮-𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙎-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙋-𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄-𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪!"

Little did Shoyo know, the time when Ushijima stopped beating him and harassing him is the time when Ushijima realized his own feelings for Shoyo. He realized that he loves Shoyo and he's just doing those things because of hatred.

When he realized his own feelings, Ushijima ask a psychiatrist to help him. He wants to be a better man for Shoyo. He wants Shoyo to be happy with him.

The consulting treatment, happened for 2 and a half years. When he was ready to face Shoyo again, his cousin suggested him to marry Shoyo again, now that their love aren't full of greed, wrath and jealousy anymore.

When Shoyo saw him with a girl, it was his cousin. She's helping him searching a beautiful ring that will suit Shoyo's finger. But, Shoyo saw it as a misunderstanding.

Ushijima cried again and again before he decided to call everyone. He asked for a help, he begged to them to help him find his sunshine.

He can't bare anymore if he will lose Shoyo too. Because if that happens, he is sure, he will not forgive himself and he knows he will not love someone else again.

That night, Ushijima didn't sleep. He waited for news from his friends while he's cooking a dinner and fixing their room while crying.

He wants everything ready when Shoyo comes back. He will propose to Shoyo because he wants everything to make it right.

Ushijima waited and waited but there's no news he received. When the morning came, Tendou called him over the phone. He said that they already found Shoyo.

Ushijima was so happy because finally, they found his tangerine but his world crumbled when Tendou added a bad news. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙖𝙣." Shoyo is already dead. He drowned himself.

[cosmicthestar]

Quick little soulmate AU idea

When your soulmate writes something on their skin it also appears on your to.

So for example

Person A had just woken up and saw a flower just on their hand. On Person B's side they where just spaced out in math class drawing on their hand.

Or for a second example

Two teachers had the same tattoo on the same part of their neck. One said that they hadn't gotten the tattoo their soulmate had, amd the other teacher said that they in fact knew that the other teacher was their soulmate but the other teacher was just blind to it or so it seamed.

[ava-and-arts]

Teacher pet (sir chloe-animal)

Im asking nicely

Give me what I want

I'll ask politely

GIVE ME WHAT I WANT

[angelwebs]

[auntienene]

[seeleybooth]

Heartstopper | 2.04 "Challenge"

The Teachers: Mr. Ajayi and Mr. Farouk

#Sometimes you're both.

[bluerosefox]

Siblings Behavior

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie aren't causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

[snowsinterlude]

need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."