#College Professors Au

[nixies-creations]

For @topgunalternateuniverse bingo. Bingo Square - Sex Researcher: Hangster - Sexologists Professor Jake x DJ Bradley.

"So what is it that you teach?" Bradley asks, settling back into his seat as he smiles softly at Jake, glad he finally let Nat set him up on this blind date with Javy's professor friend. Though he feels a tinge of worry when he watches the man's lips curl up into a smirk. "Sexology," Jake answers with a small shrug as he settles back into his own seat. He's fully prepared for this to be a deal breaker—like it had been for his last eight dates he'd been on at the behest of Nat and Javy. But he doesn't get the reaction he's expecting. Instead of stammering out some sort of excuse or unsubtly sending an S.o.S text to a friend to call with some bullshit emergency, Bradley simply leans forward, brow furrowed. "Gotta admit, I'm not entirely sure what that is," Bradley admits as he moves to place his elbows on the table, to prop his head up between as he seems to settle in and listen to what Jake says. He blinks, "oh," he murmurs in surprise before he clears his throat as he goes onto explain what that means.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Fairy tales in Disguise

Words: 2,440

Au: collage professors au/modern au

For: @howdoesoneadult

Tick-Tock

              Tick-Tock

The hands on his watch counted down the seconds. There was still five minutes left before Kakashi could officially be considered late, but Gai couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at the situation.

They’d promised to meet at their favourite cafe, the same one they’d been going to since they young college students trying to find their way through the world, and Kakashi had the audacity to keep him waiting.

“I should know better,” forcing himself to look away from his watch, he focused instead on the book he was holding. ‘Gods and Heros: Fantastic Tales’. It was one of the newest books on mythology he could get his hands on during his last visit to the bookstore and he had made it his personal goal to read all of it before the next semester began.

Only two weeks and one hundred and fifty-seven pages to go before he met that goal.

One upside of Kakashi being late was that he had more time to read.

“That looks interesting,” he barely had an opportunity to lower his book before the seat across from him was being claimed. It wasn’t Kakashi sitting across from him, but an older woman with long brown hair and curious brown eyes that were fixated on his book. “is that new?”

“i-it came out just last month,” he confirmed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but-“

“you’re not rude at all,” the woman cut him off, a cheerful smile that looked eerily familiar. Yet, when he searched his memory for any hint of who the woman was he couldn’t come up with a single thing.

She was a strange, yet she’d claimed the seat opposite of him as if they were best friends.

“How is it?”

“What?”

“The book,” she pointed at the book in his hands. “Are the stories any good?”

“They’re the same,” he admitted, though thinking back he had found that the stories he’d read so far had a bit more excitement to them than previous ones. They were more fanciful, with a bit more adventure and excitement. “they keep the original tales but add a bit more…flare.”

“Like any good fairy tale.”

Gai cringed at the use of that word.

He couldn’t never quite explain it, but he hated it when people referred to mythology as fairy tales. Sure, there were a lot of similarities, but the comparison felt forced. Like a book seller trying to slap a title on the book just so it seemed more appealing to shoppers.

“Myth’s,” he corrected her gently while placing his bookmark back into its place and closing the book. “they’re myths.”

“Which are fairy tales we use to explain what happens around us,” she fired back, a triumphant smile that reminded him a little of Kakashi. Whenever he was arguing, and especially when he was correct, he got a smile just like that one.

Sometimes it was the most beautiful smile Gai had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Other times, like right now, it irritated him.

“Fairy tales are random stories a talented writer comes up with,” he argued. “they’re in fanciful worlds with magic powers. They have talking animals and incredible hero’s and…” she raised an eyebrow, challenging him to continue. He tried, but as he thought through the argument that he’d had a hundred times before a realization hit. “I’m just proving your point…” his shoulders slumped and his eyes dropped down to the book.

He'd had this argument with so many people over the years. All of them had their reason’s for calling myth’s ‘fairy tales’ but no matter what they had to say he always had a counter point, and while there was never a clear winner in those arguments he’d walked away satisfied that he’d educated them about the importance of myth’s a little.

Yet, sitting across from this stranger he found himself questioning every single one of those arguments.

“Myth’s,” he insisted. “they’re Myth’s. An integral part of society. They help us understand what’s going on around us, how things came to be. They attempt to answer every question we have about the world around us.”

They were Myth’s, not fairy tales.

There was a fundamental difference. He couldn’t think of what exactly that difference was, but he knew there was one.

“Fairy tales are an extension of those same questions,” his companion responded, her smile growing softer as she dug her hand into her bag and pulled out a book of her own. This one was much smaller than Gai’s, with flower’s decorating the spine and a bright purple cover that caught his attention easily. “This fairy tale had its own goddess’.”

“Did real people believe in them?”

“No,” she conceded. “But they’re still gods. Just as likely to exist as the one’s in your book.”

On that, Gai didn’t even bother trying to argue. As much as he loved mythology, he was not a religious man. The gods in his stories were fascinating, but they were no more real than the gods people worshipped today.

Their stories were simply more interesting to him.

“It’s not a bad thing, you know,” she continued, settling a bit more into her seat. “to call them Fairy tales. Fairy tales are one of countless ways we express ourselves. We find joy in them. They make us cry, scare us. Sometimes they even force us to think about the world around us. Is that not what your myth’s do?”

“well, yes-“

“Yet they’re different?”

“They’re a look into society,” he answered, his finger tracing over the book’s spine. “They tell you what people want to believe. Not just one person, like a fairy tale, but a whole society. Myth’s let you look into the souls of people who are long gone and will never have the chance to explain how they saw the world. They’re one of the few sources we have to see into the minds of those people. To see the world as they saw it. Fairy tales can offer a similar glimpse, but they’re restricted to a hand full of people and they’re shared with the world. When someone reads a fairy tale, they don’t do so believing that the world they’re entering is in any way real.”

“You believe that” she gestured to his book. “Is a believable world.”

“No,” he chuckled at the thought. “But once upon a time, people did. They worshipped these gods and heroes. they went to temples with offerings, prayers, and sought knowledge from the people in these stories.”

The smile on her face only seemed to grow the more he spoke.

“Tell me this,” setting his book down on the table, he crossed his arms over it and leaned forward. “When you read your fairy tales, do you come out of them thinking that the fairy’s and gods are so real that you should worship them?”

“I do not.”

“But these,” he picked up the book and held it in front of himself so she could get a good look at it. “These are fairy tales, sure, but they’re fairy tales people believed in. they’re fairy tales people learned not just their morals from, but which became such an integral part of their world that they were willing to fight for them. To shed blood for them.”

“You have clearly never been on a public form to discuss your favourite fairy tale with other fans.”

An image of Kakashi hunched over his phone typing furiously while muttering about ‘reading comprehension’ and ‘stupid people’ popped into his head at that moment. It was difficult not to laugh, since the view was always so delightfully ridiculous.

“my boyfriend does a lot of that,” he admitted, chuckling as he thought about how much Kakashi would hate him discussing his personal flaws with a stranger. “he gets very heated over them.”

“mmm, yes Kakashi does do that,” the smile dropped off of his face instantly and he stared at the woman in front of him, her words dancing around in his head.

“Sorry,” he shook his head. “Kakashi. Do you…do I know you?”

“Not really no,” she continued to smile, which only served to annoy Gai more as he struggled to figure out just who she was an how she knew his boyfriend. “Kakashi should be here soon, correct?”

“uh, well,” glancing down at his watch he frowned. It was not three pm. The time when him and Kakashi had agreed to meet. “He should be here right now, but he’s usually late.”

“He won’t be late today.”

“how can you-“

“Sorry,” Kakashi’s voice called out. Looking up, Gai grinned when he saw Kakashi making his way toward the table with a book in one hand and a leash in the other, his service dog Pakkun happily trotting alongside him. “I hope I’m not late.”

“Right on time, actually,” standing up, Gai waited until Kakashi was close enough and leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “I seem to have made a new friend. She says you know her.”

“Hmm?” looking at the other side of the table, Kakashi frowned when he saw the woman sitting there in his spot. “I thought I told you I was going to meet you tomorrow.”

“I wanted to meet today,” she countered, that cheerful smile still on her face. “Besides, we both know you would have continued to hide your boyfriend away if I didn’t make an appearance on my own.”

“I would not.”

“So, you’ll let your father meet him tomorrow?”

“I…” pausing, he glanced back at Gai. “To clarify, before you get any ideas, it’s not you I’m embarrassed of.”

“Me?” Placing a hand over his chest, Gai gasped. “Why would you ever be embarrassed of me? I’m wonderful!”

“A fact that Kakashi continues to reiterate every time we speak,” the woman spoke with fondness. “Yet I feel as though he never mentions us.”

“I do!”

“Oh? What does he know of us then?”

“Well, he knows dad works in the police force.”

Gai hummed. One of the first things Kakashi had told him when they met was how his father was an officer in the police force and his mother was a writer.

A writer who had given him his love of books, and who loved fairy tales more than anything else.

“Oh…” he cringed as the realization hit him. It seemed so obvious now that he knew, yet it had flown right over his head.

Their smile was the same.

Their love of books the same.

They even shared a mole on the right side of their chin, though he forgave himself for forgetting about that. Most days Kakashi’s mole was hidden by his mask so it was easy to forget it existed, even if he did think it was the cutest thing ever.

“See? I’ve told him about you.”

“Your mom’s in town? No, your parents?” he gasped. “and you didn’t tell me? We have to have dinner!”

“Gai, please-“

“Tomorrow night, no tonight,” he insisted. “at our favourite Sushi spot. We can get a sushi boat and-“

“Gai….”

“And we can continue this conversation,” he turned his attention to Kakashi’s mother, his smile growing even brighter.

“You mean the one about how myths are just fairy tales with a different name?”

“Mom!” Kakashi yelped, his hands reaching out to cover her mouth only to be slapped away. “We talked about this. That’s the one thing I told you not to do.”

“Which of course means I had to,” she huffed. “And he makes some good points. I’m looking forward to hearing what more he has to say on the topic.”

Slapping a hand over his face, Kakashi groaned. “This is why,” he grumbled. “I can’t leave you alone for five seconds. How can I introduce the most important person in my life to you when you can’t even stop yourself from getting him riled up over something I told you upsets him?”

Gai stood there staring at his boyfriend, his heart swelling with love as his words sank in.

“The most important person in your life?” his mother repeated, and Gai’s smile grew impossibly wide.

“I-well-“ Kakashi’s eyes darted between the two of them, panic setting in as he realized just what he had said. “Can we start over? This is going all wrong.”

“No,” wrapping an arm around Kakashi’s shoulders, Gai pulled tight against his body. While he did that, Pakkun walked forward and plopped himself down directly beside Kakashi’s mother. “I think it’s going perfectly.”

“Me too,” standing up, she extended a hand toward Gai. “And since my son won’t give us a proper introduction, I am Yua.”

“Yua,” Gai chuckled. “Like the warrior hero from the land of Iron.”

“Oh, you read mythology from the land of Iron as well?”

“I didn’t use to,” he admitted a bit sheepishly. “But when Kakashi told me his mother came from there I thought I should pick up some copies. Fill myself in. I wouldn’t be a good teacher if I didn’t gather as much information as I could, right?”

Her eyes twinkled with excitement. “So he did mention us.”

“A lot,” he confirmed. “You’re his hero’s.”

“Ok,” placing himself between the two of them, Kakashi glared at Gai. “We don’t need to tell them everything I say, do we?”

“Maybe not,” Gai conceded. “I can save all of that for tonight.”

“Wait a minute-“

“And we’ll have to tell you all the things he says about you,” Yua continued over her son. “Calling you the most important person in his life doesn’t even begin to describe how much he adores you.”

“Mother…”

“I like this one,” she smiled at Kakashi, a tender look in her eyes. “You chose well.”

Looking back at Gai, Kakashi chuckled fondly. “I did,” he confirmed, leaning slightly into Gai’s body so that their heads were almost touching. “He’s just as embarrassing as you and dad. Perfect for me, really.”

Throwing his head back, Gai let out a loud, cheerful laugh.

There was nothing in the world, he was certain, that could truly embarrass Hatake Kakashi, but knowing that he was one of a select few people with the capabilities to do that felt nice. It was a power he’d have to be careful with. He didn’t want to abuse it.

Except, maybe tonight. Kakashi would forgive him for this one transgression.

It might be his only opportunity to tell his beloveds parents about the time he’d jumped into a river to save a dog only to have the dog swim away from him just as he reached it.

[sauronpasta]

Absolute Pitch: Chapter 4

Halbrand/Galadriel Modern AU- Collegiate Music Professors Rating: E

Read Chapter 4 now!

Start from the beginning.

Sneak Peak:

“Fuck,” she huffs, dropping the cigarette to the wet ground. She’d let it burn too low. She stoops down at a snow bank, shoving her fingers in the icy snow to numb the burn. Heat pricks at her eyes, a tear gathering at the corner.

There’s a soft touch at her elbow, and Halbrand helps her stand, taking her now freezing hand between his own. He blows warm air on it, drying the melted ice somewhat. Her skin prickles, gaining back some sensation. There’s red dots on her index and middle fingers, where the cigarette burned her.

“How will you play?” he whispers, comically dramatic.

“That’s my bow hand, Dr. Maia.”

He laughs softly. He lifts her hand to his lips, kissing the slightly singed fingertips before putting her hand in his coat pocket, as if for safe keeping.

[tllgrrl]

Winter Shortbread: a SarahBucky AU by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Relationship: Sarah Wilson/James “Bucky” Barnes | Rating: SFW

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Sarah Wilson and James “Bucky” Barnes are both college professors.

He teaches Political Science and Labor Law on one side of the sprawling campus. On the other side, she teaches Mechanical Engineering and she’s also a Faculty Advisor for a study group in African-American Literature with an emphasis on Black Women authors.

People never guess the two of them are Professors because the misconception is that “Professor” means Old White Man.

Without fail, at the beginning of the school year, some undergrad who didn’t know would try to flirt, thinking maybe she was one of them, until they found out that she was actually one of their teachers.

“Well,” her friends would laugh, “you know what they say!”

“Yeah girl. Even we can’t tell how old we really are!”

Once she wore a head wrap, which sparked a rumor that she was West African royalty. A princess studying in America. Even when she was wearing an LSU t-shirt and jeans, many people believed it.

And as for him? Fellow members of the Law Faculty call him “Professor GQ”.

“How can someone who looks like that be serious?” one of them grumbles, watching him walk across the campus mall.

“Yeah! He’s just wearing jeans, a t-shirt, motorcycle boots and a sport jacket. A sport jacket! Who looks hot in a sport jacket?!”

“Professor Barnes. That’s who,” Professor Daniels drawled, then proceeded to drain her water bottle after he walked by.

(Gulping down his water, Dr. Trudeau agreed.)

Continued on AO3

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Shameless Self-Reblog Sunday! A SarahBucky College Professors/Coffeeshop AU blend, with a dash of meet cute.

And an idea for the coffeeshop logo. I thought of going with New Orleans colors, but text legibility is key for me, so I went with a brighter background, and the text in the same colour family but dark. It is a possible work-in-progress.

All that aside, Thank You for reading! (Or even re-visiting!)

[newweaponx22]

Did a photoshop for the character designs while my husband (@blitzendoggo) was working in the fic “spot in my heart” if you haven’t read it, you should, it’s really fucking good.

[jovialoddity]

College professor Mr. Puzzles AU I’ve been working on to cope with finals

[kokoa-la]

Ngl I just find it so funny if Danny just accidentally becomes friends with someone trying to rob him like-

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“Get up!”

And he was up, hands above his head and everything. The guy in all black proceeded to pat him down along his pockets while pointing a gun at him otherwise. 

“How do you not have a wallet on you?”

“I’m a college student, I can barely afford tuition.”

That’s a lie, he was on a full ride scholarship, but they didn’t need to know that. 

“Oh you too?”

Did this bitch just say ‘you too’ ? No way.

“‘You too?’ Are you doing this to pay for college???”

Ancients, the school system sucked if he had to resort to crime for this.

“Yeah- you wouldn’t believe how expensive my major is, the textbooks alone cost more than my rent!”

“Holy shit, no kidding. Yeah, why are textbooks so expensive? Why am I paying hundreds of dollars for something that could have been a 2 dollar pdf?”

“Right! I tried asking my professor instead, but he said he’d fail me if I didn’t have the right materials! It’s driving me nuts. Like how am I supposed to pay for all this?”

How Dannt started making conversation with his own robber, he didn’t know, but he was happy to finally complain with someone. He hadn’t exactly made friends since he got here.

“Personally I buy used books, and the more trashed they are, the cheaper. Then, you can just use the pdf version but still have the textbook in class. It’s honestly so much easier. Or you can see if you can borrow it from the library and just bring it in for the classes he checks it, then return it after to avoid the fees. That option is a bit more troublesome though.”

“Oh shit, no way! That’s awesome, I never thought of that, thanks man! Man, I wish I talked to you sooner.” 

“Yeah, it’s all good, maybe just avoid the crime after this? There’s tons of online jobs you can do during class and stuff. I don’t know, there’s always another option than crime. You sound like a good guy, just desperate.”

The robber turned friend (?) lowered his gun and sighed before returning the items in the bag to everyone. He then apologized to the cashier and then to everyone else before giving Danny a hug (how long had it been since he’d gotten one of those?) and leaving. Danny was so proud of him he almost cried (again). 

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I know it's a bit weird and out of place, but that's bcs its a snippet from a fic I'm writing on ao3 😭

But still, I need more of Danny befriending ppl trying to jump/rob him

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Wanda: Why is she taking up all of Y/n’s time? Other people want to talk to her too

Nat: She’s still a professor Wands she needs to talk to other students

Wanda: Yeah but Carol is stood way too close, she’s practically pressed her breasts up against her

Nat:….shes stood on the other side of the desk…Wanda are you jealous?

Wanda: She’s mine not carols

Nat: Oooooo go and get her Wands

Wanda storming to the desk and sliding up next to Carol: Hey Carol sorry but Nat said she’s need to talk to you about the assignments in English

Carol: Oh okay but-

Wanda: Nope you go on it’s okay! *watches her leave with Nat*

Professor!Y/n: You know that was an important conversation right?

Wanda: She wanted to sleep with you it was all over her face and the way she acted, I don’t like it

Y/n: Hmm well you’re very lucky I like possessive women, but my love if you ever interrupt a conversation like that again I’ll have you over my knee so fast it would make your head spin

Wanda leaning in close: Do it

Y/n smirking: Don’t tempt me

[emo-batboy]

Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

[short-honey-badger]

Forbidden Fruit

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

A professor/student AU

Summary: Mihawk knew that he shouldn't, but you were just so temping, sweet, and succulent like the darkest of forbidden fruits.

*warnings* Age difference and heavy petting

Minishot Masterlist

Mihawk had always been a man who followed the rules. Never one to go out of his comfort zone and a hard ass when it came to his classes. He was there to teach, and his students were there to learn what he knew. Nothing would distract him from making sure that the ones accepted into his course would pass the material he presented to them. That is until you walked into his class.

You challenged him. Always head of the other students, always polite and studious. You absorbed the material like a plant did the sunlight. He'd yet to meet someone so interested in the subject he taught, so you were a welcome breath of fresh air.

It started off innocently enough. You would stay after class and ask him questions, picking his brain for whatever you could get out of him. At first, Mihawk had been reluctant, not used to dealing with someone like you, but as the days passed, he began to loosen up, eventually going so far as to invite you into the privacy of his office.

Mihawk enjoyed your humor when it was just the two of you, dry and sarcastic like his own, and with a mind so sharp that you could cut down anyone with a few words. The longer he spent with you, the more he began to notice other things about you, too.

The way your eyes tracked him whenever he lectured the class, focused and intent, but also heavy with something else that he didn't want to put a name to. It annoyed him at times that you would make him feel like some teenage boy when he was a man grown, a decade and a half older than you. He shouldn't feel that way, especially not for a student, but even though he acknowledged that it was inappropriate, that didn't stop him.

Mihawk likened you to a forbidden fruit, sweet and addictive, hard for him to let go even if it may end in disaster. So he began to push his limits. Touching you when he didn't need to, just a simple brush of his hand on the small of your back or offering his hand to help you stand, his fingers curling around your own with intent.

"You know what you're doing isn't appropriate," you tell him one day. You're filing away some of his papers, and he stands dangerously close to your back, so near that, you can feel the heat that radiates from him. He reaches forward, hand curling around your waist and steps closer. He feels you shiver, and a smirk crosses his lips.

"Are you going to stop me?" Mihawk asks you quietly, curiously. You turn around, eyes heavy-lidded, and he watches your tongue slip out to wet your lips and follow the motion.

"No."

That one word is damning. His lips meet your own in a kiss softer than he'd intended, facial hair scratching your face pleasantly as you melt into the embrace. But that sweet, softness doesn't last for long. His lips turn, demanding teeth biting your lower lip harshly and tugging the sensitive flesh. Dracule's hand trails down, past your waist and to the meat of your thigh, squeezing harshly.

Your arms go around his neck, and Mihawk bends, standing and taking you with him. Your ass lands on his deck, and he steps between your legs, hand smoothing down your leg to cup under your knee, thumb pressing into your skin. He can feel the heat between your legs, his cock hard and insistent as he pressed forward. You make the most delightful sounds under him, head tilted and mouth open for Mihawk to take what he wants.

Your hands tug against his hair, bringing him impossibly closer. His free hand cups your breast, gently kneading, and making you sigh in gratification. This is the start of a dangerous relationship, but Mihawk finds that he doesn't care, not when you look at him like you are now. Not when he knows that, in a few months, you won't be his student any longer.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Give me elementary school teacher Remus who teaches first graders and university professor Sirius who teaches physics and mechanical engineering. Give me Remus who takes out a feelings wheel and goes over basic communication skills with Sirius, because he never properly learned them as a child (namely due to Walburga and Orion’s abuse). Give me Sirius who helps Remus make little birthday and Christmas gifts for his students. Just… give me elementary school teacher Remus and university professor Sirius.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Goodboy, Pakkun

Words: 1,683

Au: College Professors Au/Modern au

For: @punk-pandame

Gai was in the midst of a passionate discussion with his students about the difference between the ancient mythologies and the newer ideas that permeated through society.

Neji was just about to argue that these old beliefs held no value anymore because of the scientific knowledge that society had gained over time, and Gai would have countered his argument with a reminder that knowing more about how their world works didn’t prove that those old stories of gods and heroes were fabrications of an adventurous mind.

The conversation that would have followed was guaranteed to be both glorious and frustrating, as it always was.

Unfortunately, it was an argument that never happened. Just as Neji opened his mouth to protest the fable Gai had just finished reading, about the messenger god Naruto, the door to his classroom slammed open and Uzuamki Naruto stuck his head in.

The look of sheer panic on his face caught Gai’s attention right now.

“Kakashi-Sensei-“

Whatever message Naruto had to deliver; Gai didn’t wait around to hear it. As soon as his boyfriends name left the young man’s mouth, he rushed out the door. He barrelled past the students who littered the hallway slowly making their way toward their next class or just mulling about trying to kill time while their friends finished their classes.

Kakashi’s classroom was two long hallways away from Gai’s. Any other day that would be a small distance for him to walk, perhaps even a challenge to see how long it took him to get from his classroom door to Kakashi’s.

Today, it felt like an endless run.

No matter how fast he ran it just wasn’t fast enough.

When he finally arrived, he shoved the door open without concern for who might be on the other side and rushed in. On the other side he was greeted by complete silence. There wasn’t a single student sitting in any of their seats, and even Kakashi was no where in sight.

Kakashi, who was always front and centre in the room asking his students all sorts of questions about the period they were currently learning about. The emptiness didn’t make any sense. Kakashi was supposed to be in the middle of class.

“Ruff!”

Pakkun’s voice echoed in the empty classroom, directing Gai’s attention to the one part of the room he couldn’t see.

Behind Kakashi’s desk.

Ever since he’d gotten the job Kakashi had been considered weird for moving his desk against the furthest wall from the door and positing it so that whenever he was sitting, he had a clear view of the door.

That clear view for him, meant a blocked view for anyone staring at the desk from the doorway. The perfect hiding place for a man who didn’t want to be seen.

“Kakashi?” he called out, more to ensure that his partner knew he was there than anything else. Most of the time he’d have no shot at sneaking up on Kakashi, but he had no idea what kind of condition his partner was in.

“Here,” a meek reply came from behind the desk, followed by another quieter bark from Pakkun. Every alarm in Gai’s brain went off at once. He could count on one hand how many times he’d heard Kakashi speaking with such a weak voice, and none of those events could be filed under ‘happy memories.

Bolting forward he just narrowly avoided crashing straight into the wall beside the desk. When he looked down, he saw his boyfriend huddled into himself, Pakkun standing on his back legs directly in front of him with his front paws on his knees.

It was bad.

              Taking a cautious step forward, he examined the situation a bit closer.

              Kakashi wasn’t just huddled away behind his desk, he had completely withdrawn into himself. His arms were wrapped around his legs holding them close to his chest, and although Pakkun was standing right in front of him, his face was buried in his knees.

              Even as Gai slowly inched forward he didn’t bother to look up at him or acknowledge his presence at all. He just sat there, completely closed off from the world around him.

              “What…happened?” Gai asked cautiously, hoping that his question didn’t make things worse but also knowing he had to ask it. there was little he could do for Kakashi if he didn’t know what had caused him to crumble so badly.

              “Crash.”

              Gai frowned. He wasn’t aware of any crash happening on the property, and even if there had been one it wasn’t guaranteed to trigger Kakashi. Kakashi had seen tons of crashes over the years, and even helped a student out of their car after they’d wrapped it around one of the campus tree’s.

              For a crash to cause this sort of reaction, it had to be bad, and if that were the case Gai would have heard about it. Everyone would have. There was nothing that happened on campus that didn’t get around within a few short minutes. Still, if Kakashi said there was a crash, there was a crash.

              Maybe the information vine was just working slow today, or it had skipped over Gai’s class.

              “A crash,” he repeated, trying his best to understand the situation. “Was anyone hurt?”

              “Not today,” Gai breathed a sigh of relief. There was no crash today, which meant no one was hurt. Well, no one except for Kakashi.

              “So…” Sliding into the spot beside Kakashi, he wiggled into a comfortable position and stared at his partner. “Can you tell me more?”

              Lifting his head off his knees, Kakashi looked at him with one puffy red eye and Gai sucked in a harsh breath. Not only had his partner retracted into himself in a panic, but he’d been crying. Whatever had happened, it triggered one of his worst memories.

              It made sense now why Naruto had sounded so panicked when he entered his classroom.

              “We were...talking about history,” Kakashi explained, taking his time to collect his thoughts before he spoke. “One of my students asked why I thought history was important.”

              “Your favorite question,” Gai nodded along. Over the years he’d listened to many stories about those classroom discussions about the importance of history. “But today was different?”

              Kakashi nodded. “You know how I sometimes ask my students if there’s anything they remember growing up? An important event that really…stuck with them?”

              “I do,” he confirmed. “Usually they talk about sports, right?” seeing a smile tugging at Kakashi’s lips he did a mental fist pump. It was a long ways away from Kakashi being ok, but if he was still able to smile it meant things weren’t as bad as they could be.

              “Some of them mentioned sports,” he admitted. “Some of them talked about the plant that blew up when we were in college ourselves, but then Kiba mentioned something…else.”

              “A crash?” he asked, his eyes glancing down to Kakashi’s hands when he saw his finger’s curling into the fabric of his pants. “Deep breath.”

              “Woof!”

              Turning to Pakkun, Kakashi offered a weak smile. “I know, it’s just… it was more than a crash,” his good eye focused on the wall directly behind Pakkun, glazing over slightly as he thought back to the moment that had led to all of this. “He went into detail. Fire, ambulance lights, a body on a stretcher covered by a blanket…”

              Gai hadn’t been there, but he’d heard the story enough to know what scene Kiba had been depicting for the class. Most people would consider it a gut-wrenching scene, pictures of the bloody wheel and broken glass plastered on TV screens with the words ‘Police Chief dies in horrifying car crash.’ blinking across the bottom of the screen.

              Nothing was mentioned of the teenager who’d also been in the car when it was run off of the road, but he’d experienced every terrible moment of that crash.

              For Kakashi, it wasn’t just gut wrenching.

              It was the worst day of his life.

              “I saw him again,” Kakashi continued, his voice cracking between the last two words. “It was like I was back there. One second, I was standing in front of my class teaching them the impact history has on us and the next…”

              If he’d intended to say anything else, it never came. His head fell back onto his knees with a soft thud and he gripped his pant legs for dear life. Before long the only thing Gai could hear was the soft sound of crying being muffled by his partners legs.

              “Here,” sliding an arm around Kakashi’s shoulders, he pulled him tight against his body. “I’ve got you.”

              Although he didn’t lift his head, Kakashi’s body relaxed slightly against Gai’s.

              He couldn’t imagine what Kakashi was going through. Even though he’d also lost his father young, he’d never had the misfortune of seeing his mangled body being taken away on a stretcher.

              The memories of his father’s death were sad, but they were also full of pride for the man he looked up to. Meanwhile, Kakashi’s memories were full of blood, panic, and a profound sadness that he tried his best to ignore most days.

              Today, unfortunately, it was a memory he’d been forced to face head on without any warning.

              While he held Kakashi, Pakkun moved his paws off his legs and manoeuvred himself so that his back was pressed against Kakashi’s leg. It was a position Gai had seen the small pug take up many times, whenever he was in the room with Kakashi.

              When Pakkun wasn’t the only one there to watch over him.

              “Good boy,” he reached out with his other hand to pat Pakkun’s head and tucked away a little reminder to give the pug an extra helping of treats when they got home later. A thank you for taking care of Kakashi.

            Kakashi might roll his eyes and remind him that it was Pakkun’s job to do that, but he didn’t care. He deserved all the treats Gai had to offer for watching over Kakashi when he couldn’t.

[sauronpasta]

Absolute Pitch: Chapter 2

Halbrand/Galadriel Modern AU- Collegiate Music Professors Rating: E

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Sneak Peak:

“Why? Why do you keep fighting for the most inane things?”

“Because I’m here to make music. So are you.” Galadriel gestures to Halbrand with her bow. “And if you only want to give your thought and attention to the little niche projects you think are worthy of your time and erudite mind, be my guest, but I don’t buy it. You could have told Nori that you were too busy to play for her. You could have told her that she was mediocre and hurt her feelings on purpose like you do with everyone else, but you didn’t.”

He huffs a laugh. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you.”

“Wrong again. It had nothing to do with me, you didn’t even want to rehearse. I think it was all you. I think you wanted someone kind-hearted like Nori to see you as good too.”

He stares at her, his arm resting on the fallboard. 

Galadriel lifts her violin to her chin, testing the bow on the strings. “Or whatever. Just spare me the talk show interview questions, and resolve yourself to the fact that you care as much as I do. Now play.”

[phoenixyfriend]

something something one of those those "Jango falls for Courtesan/Stripper/NightclubSinger/TrophyWife!Obi-Wan" AUs...

But instead Obi-Wan actually being a sex worker, he's undercover and still a Jedi, and either:

They split ways and run into each other a few months later with Obi-Wan in full Prude Beige Knight mode OR

The situation goes pear-shaped while they're still flirting and Obi-Wan has to break cover to grab a senator and jump out a window and suddenly this half-dressed glittery Person is batting away shots with a lightsaber and there's a bratty twelve-year-old who ALSO has a lightsaber threatening people with I Will Eat Your Liver if they keep staring at his dad's ass just because the sequined sheathe dress tore in a sexy place

[rangerbarbz]

Professor Pines

Author’s Note: hey y’all! This is the start of a professor Ford AU that I’m working on. Thank you so much for being patient, and I am so excited to hear what you think about this! Sorry if some of this is inaccurate. I have not gotten my masters yet 

“Prologue” 

You sat outside Dr. Pines’ office bouncing your leg to expend the anxious energy flooding your mind. You were rearranging your manila folder of papers for the third time already. You couldn’t decide what would be the best order for him to read them in. Not like it really mattered anyways. It was just a nervous fidget to keep your mind off of the fact this was the last shot for you to get a sponsor for your Master’s research. He was finishing up a meeting with another student; you could hear pieces of his deep voice through the oak door. You hadn’t gotten to meet Dr. Pines yet. Your conversations hadn’t breached your Email inbox, but you were eager to finally have a discussion face-to-face. 

The door creaked open and a young man walked into the hallway, slinging a backpack over his shoulder. “Have a good day! I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” Dr. Pines called out to him. You exhaled through your mouth and placed the folder in a binder that held laminated pictures you had taken. You stood up from the cushioned bench you were sitting on to enter his office. Any confidence you might have regained was lost when you ran face first into what could be your research mentor. Your face and arms collided with his broad chest and caused the papers kept snug in your folder to spill out onto the linoleum floor. 

“Oh good heavens, I am so sorry,” Dr. Pines apologized, bending down to pick up the scattered papers at your feet. This could not get any worse. 

“Oh, no it’s fine. I- I am sorry. I should’ve announced myself,” you replied, a furious blush spreading across your face. You had also joined him on the ground to pick up the remaining papers. 

He chuckled. “You’re quite alright. Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you as you both stood up. He had a small smile on his face as he handed you some lined notebook paper filled with your rushed scribble. His fingertips brushed against yours in the process. You could feel they were calloused; a sharp contrast to your soft ones. 

“Why don’t we get started,” he said, walking towards his desk. “I’m excited to hear what you have to say.” He sat down at his swivel chair and scooted forward. “I spoke with some of my colleagues from the biology department after receiving your email, and I think you have some very interesting ideas.”

You beamed at him as you began to shuffle through your belongings. “Yes, yes! I know you are a lover of cryptozoology like myself, and I wanted to speak with you about studying some creatures that I came face to face with while visiting the Appalachian Mountains earlier this year.” You handed him your binder which he immediately began to flip through. He was careful and nodded along as you continued to speak about your experiences in east Tennessee. It was nice that he seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. 

You had not had that luck with other professors you had spoken with about your findings. They either didn’t care or believed it was a hoax. It was until you had checked out a book at the library about a town in Oregon written by none other than Dr. Stanford Pines that you realized he was the key to fulfilling your plans. You had never had a class with him when you were an undergraduate, so you didn’t know much about him besides the fact he was very intelligent and had six fingers. 

He’s not so bad looking either. He was wearing a light blue button-up with a brown tweed coat over it. He had thick, gray hair with a lighter silver streak and wire rimmed glasses balanced on a strong nose. He ran his hand over his stubble and raised his eyebrows towards your photos.

“This is…” Dr. Pines paused. His eyes met yours as he closed your binder. “Incredible.” Your eyes widened and you failed to suppress the ecstatic grin forming across your face. 

“T-thank you, sir,” you replied. 

He then stood up from behind his desk to sit in the chair beside you. “Y/N, this is truly remarkable. I mean,” he began to flip through your notes from the folder, “the amount of thought and organization that went into this is unlike what I've seen in other students.” He gazed at you, his expression softening. “I’m sorry my foolish colleagues didn’t see your potential, but I’m glad that I could be the one that did.”

You felt like you could cry. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” you responded shakily. “Does this mean you will be my faculty sponsor?” 

He gave you a toothy smile and got on his feet to extend a hand towards you. “I am going to do everything in my power to make sure you get the answers you deserve. This summer, I am proposing we travel out to the Appalachia and take a look ourselves.” You hopped up and took his hand into yours, giving him a firm but enthusiastic handshake. 

“Thank you so much, Dr. Pines. I am so grateful for this opportunity.” You started to pick up your things. “Really, I am just so excited, sir.” 

He chuckled, waving his hand dismissively at you. “No more formalities, Y/N. You can just call me Ford. We’ll be spending quite a lot of time together this summer, so I’d rather you just use my real name. It’ll be easier for both of us.” 

Your face became slightly warm and you gave him a small smile. “Okay. Sounds good, Ford,” you said, trying out the name for yourself. 

“Y-yes very well.” His voice had faltered. Was he blushing? “I won’t keep you. I’m sure you’re busy; I’ll be emailing you.” 

“I’ll be expecting you. Have a good day, Ford. It was nice to meet you, and thank you again for this,” you said sincerely,  placing your hand on the rickety door frame.  He grinned. “You too, Y/N. I look forward to working with you.” You gave him a little wave before walking out of his office. This was going to be the start of something wonderful.

Author's Note: There will be more but this is just setting up the story!!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

My idea is Professor Evans is your secret Boyfriend and he is talking to you after class and your wearing something cute yet sexy around him and he doesn't like how the other guys look at you in it so he punishes you for being his bad little girl.

here is a pic for inspo

Only For Me To See » Chris Evans (AU)

Pairings: College Professor!Chris Evans x College Student!Female Reader

Summary: Chris makes it very clear to you that your outfit is only for him to see by showing you who you belong to.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is in her early to mid 20s), secret relationship, jealousy, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, sir kink, praise kink, light spanking, slight orgasm denial, pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵 thank you for the picture inspo too😉🩷

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Chris didn’t like the idea of you wearing an outfit that’s cute and sexy around other guys. You wore something cute, but sexy to class today. You wore a skirt with a sweater you just bought. You took the sweater off about halfway through class, because you got hot. You had a plain white tank top on underneath it. Jealousy was coursing through his veins. Chris doesn’t like the idea of other guys looking at what’s his. He tried his best to push the jealousy aside so he can teach.

“Y/N, meet me in my office in 5 minutes.” Chris says to you at the end of class.

“Yes, sir.” You replied softly with a smile.

A couple girls who are in one of your classes gave you a wink as you walked in Chris’s office.

“You wanted to see me, Professor Evans?” You asked, closing the door behind you.

“Yes.” Chris stood up from his desk chair. “Lock the door.” He says.

You didn’t question it and locked the door. You walked over to his desk, standing in front of it.

“Is this about my essay?” You asked.

“No. Your essay is excellent.” He answers. “This is about what you’re wearing.” He says, his voice sounding a little low.

You frowned and looked down at your outfit, wondering what’s wrong with it.

“I think it’s cute.” You say.

“It is.” He replies, walking around his desk with his hands in his pockets. “It’s also sexy.” He says.

“What’s wrong with that?” You asked with a pout.

“Nothing at all. Except…” He took a step closer to you. “Guys kept looking at you.” He says.

It didn’t take you long to realize what this is about. Chris is jealous.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” You asked seductively.

Chris chuckled lowly and leaned down to your height, his lips next to your ear and his beard poking your cheek.

“I’m gonna punish you.” He whispers in your ear.

A shiver went through your body. Chris took off his glasses and put them on his desk before kissing you. You moaned against his lips. He moved you towards his desk and pulled his lips away from yours. He spun you around and bent you over his desk so your ass was sticking out towards him and your elbows were on his desk.

He lifted your skirt up so it was bunched up above your hips and pulled down your panties, revealing your wet pussy to him. Your panties were pooled around your ankles. He then landed a harsh smack on your ass cheek. You jolted forward a bit and squeaked at the feeling. Chris leaned over you, his chest against your back and his bulge against your ass.

“Here’s how this is gonna work…” Chris said softly in your ear. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl and you’ll address me as sir. Understood?” He says.

“Understood, sir.” You say submissively.

“Good girl.” He praises softly.

His hand rubbed the curve of your ass and gave it another spank. You hissed softly at the sting, but it felt good at the same time. A tingle shot through your body when you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. That excited you even more.

You gasped when he rubbed his cock against your pussy, getting it wet with your slick. Your nails dug into the wood of his desk when he slid his cock in your pussy. Chris gave you a moment to adjust to his size before he started thrusting. You bit your bottom lip to keep your moans quiet so no one knew what you two were doing in his office.

“You wore this outfit to make me jealous, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Chris asks.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” You answered mischievously.

Chris chuckles lowly. He knows you wore the outfit to make him jealous by having other guys looking at you.

One of his hands grabbed a handful of your ass cheek while the other one found its place on your hip. Chris admired the position you’re currently in. Bent over his desk with your panties around your ankles and him fucking you. That image is forever burnt into his brain and he absolutely loves it. Chris leaned over you, his chest against your back and his lips near your ear.

“You’re supposed to be a good girl and not show off what’s mine.” Chris almost whispers in your ear.

“I’m always a good girl.” You whimpered.

“You weren’t today. You were showing other guys what’s mine. You know I don’t like that.” He says.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized in a whine.

“It’s too late for sorry, sweetheart. Now, be a good girl and try to be quiet.” He says lowly.

He kissed just below your ear, making you almost moan out loud. His cock was hitting all of the right spots. You felt like you were gonna go crazy without moaning his name loudly. If you did, people outside of his office would hear what you two are doing and neither of you wanted that.

“I won’t do it again, sir.” You promised, followed by a soft moan.

“Won’t do what again?” Chris asks when he already knows the answer to that question.

“I won’t wear an outfit like this to class again.” You tell him.

“Good.” He hums. “Now…” He reaches a hand around to the front of your body and slides it down to your clit. “Take my cock like a good girl.” He says.

You gasped when you felt his fingers press against your clit before he started rubbing it in a circular motion. Soft breathy moans left your lips. Your nails dug into the wood of his desk, leaving scratches mark lines on it.

Both of you know that you won’t last long when he rubs your clit. Sometimes you can cum just from him rubbing it. This time is one of those times. You could feel your orgasm slowly building up. Your pussy squeezed around his cock when his fingers applied more pressure on your clit as he rubbed it.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” You managed to say without moaning, referring to the way he was rubbing your clit.

“No.” Is all Chris says.

“But-” You were cut off when his hand smacked your ass, causing you to stop talking.

“I said no.” He repeats.

You huffed and whimpered. You should’ve known better than to huff at him, because the next thing you know, his hand is on your shoulder and he pulls you up so your back was against the front of his body. His fingers stopped rubbing your clit momentarily.

“Do you want to cum or not?” Chris asks in your ear.

“I want to cum.” You say with a small whimper.

“Then stop giving me an attitude or you’re not gonna cum.” He says.

“Yes, sir.” You say submissively.

“Good girl.” He praises.

He bent you back over his desk and started rubbing your clit again. He sped up his thrusts. You bit your bottom lip and moaned when his cock hit your sweet spot. Your orgasm built up even more. You felt like you were going to cum any second due to how good Chris is fucking you and his fingers rubbing your clit.

“Sir, I’m- fuck!” You moaned softly. “Can I cum please?” You begged. “I’m being a good girl.” You say.

“Looks like you are.” He said. “Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says.

Your eyes rolled to the back over your head as you came on his cock. Chris fucked you through your orgasm. He gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own. He wasn’t too far behind you. Both of his hands found their way to your hips, holding them with a tight grip.

“Fuck…” He moans lowly.

He came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Chris leaned over you, putting a hand on his desk just above your head. You two stayed in this position for a moment while you guys caught your breaths.

After a moment, he pulled his cock out of you and put it back in his boxers. He buttoned and zipped his pants, along with buckling his belt. You pulled your panties up and readjusted your skirt.

You turned around to face Chris, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found their way back to your hips and pulled you against him. He dipped his head down and kissed you. You moaned against his lips, feeling a little bit of roughness in the kiss. He then moved his lips down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned softly when you felt his teeth bite your skin hard enough for a hickey.

“Now everyone will know you belong to me.” Chris whispers in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll