#but I'm also about up to my neck in student teaching right now

[dreamermonica]

—gender neutral reader x bakugou, just a drabble escalating into a oneshot cause my brain's rotting with mha (mostly katsuki) pls save me from the dump called writing block errr also mild language cuz this is boom boy

“what the hell?”

a very bad word crossed your mind the moment BAKUGOU had entered your dorm room—following shortly is a silence so dense that you swore you heard your stomach drop.

the object that had piqued the attention of your visitor were perched right upon your desk. the very same object that could very well also be the reason you meet your demise.

your dynamight plushies and figurines,

yes. plural.

—were bared in display, to the very man you harbored a big fat crush on.

the silence enveloped your room like a tight veil. a shudder makes its way down your spine when you finally felt a piercing gaze burning onto the back of your head. you are so fucked.

“i—uhm, i can explain!” you break the silence, holding your hands up whilst turning around to meet his crimson eyes—scanning you over whilst you attempt to figure out an excuse.

let's do a quick throwback:

see, you were rather confident in your abilities and quirk—one of the best, you smugly think—but academics were still a great obstacle to overcome, even for an upcoming pro hero. it's a formidable force that's against your dream becoming reality! not really, but you get the point.

damned ectoplasm shouldn't be teaching math! your brain cells were always fizzled out like kaminari's after he used up all his electricity by the time whenever ectoplasm had left the room after a discussion.

a dark cloud looms over your head more often after a particular topic you're struggling to comprehend, the fact that you were called out earlier by ectoplasm and miserably failed to answer didn't hell—and you're sure your god-sent classmates have noticed it.

a few smarties had reached out already—like yaoyorozu and iida, offering their notes with a smile and promising a few tutor lessons if you were to accept. keyword: if.

even though you were tearing up at their kindness and thoughtfulness, you gently declined them before slapping a fist to your chest—

“i shall overcome this by myself! my failure to adapt is a known weakness of mine, and i shall defeat this boss known as calculus with my own strength, no matter what it takes!”

a distant 'how manly!' sounded throughout the room.

it's not manly, you mentally cry out to kirishima. you were just embarrassed to actually get help because you were one of the top students of the class. you need to uphold your image as a capable student, whatever it takes! not so manly now, are we?!

the top one and top two worriedly glance you over, reluctant at your reasoning, but they hadn't pushed it further thankfully, and wished you good luck.

you definitely needed it, you sulk.

your stupid declaration must've spread throughout the entire class, cause now a scowling bakugou katsuki is stomping his way over to you once classes had finished, stopping a few feet away from you whilst you were packing up your stuff.

“oi. i heard your dumb ass earlier—why are you refusing to ask for help?! you plan on getting behind all of us just because of that damn picture perfect image of yours?!” he yells, and you're now sweating, twiddling with your fingers.

you're not surprised that he approached you—he had declared you as one of his rivals (he called you a stepping stone to his victory but same thing!) ages ago and knowing his competitive nature, you surmised he was probably disappointed that you were stumped in such a pathetic way.

“w-what pride do you mean, bakugo? haha...”

“shut the fuck up. you know what i'm talking about,” a finger presses onto your chest as if to emphasize his point, and you just now realize the distance between you.

caramel wafts its way to your nose. heat crawls up your neck as you avert your gaze away from his chiseled face.

he hisses at your dazed look, “i'm beating calculus into your goddamn brain later tonight whether you like it or not, you got that extra?!”

you break out of your stupor when he leans away from you to gauge your reaction. of course he'd say something like that, even if he was just trying to help.

you shrink under his gaze, embarrassed and defeated at his intensity. if even the big bad bakugo thinks you need help, then maybe you really do.

“...okay.” you resign after a few seconds of contemplation, “thank you, bakugo.”

clicking his tongue, he gives you one last look before turning on his heels, walking towards the door.

you look around and realize that you were the only ones left in the classroom. did he offer his help in private so you would keep the image you're upholding? eh, whatever, he was probably the embarrassed one because he never offers help willingly to anyone.

you blink.

wait—he never helps unless someone would beg on their knees for him, so why—

“...you were always the one preaching about lowering my pride or whatever,”

your eyes dart towards the sound of his voice where bakugo paused his steps at the exit, glaring at you over his shoulder.

he huffs as he adds on, “cut that shit out, hypocrite.”

you blink owlishly and he's gone as he turned the corner, his loud footsteps echoing through the hall.

shaking your head, you pack your stuff up and rush out the door shortly after, eager to return to the comfort provided by your bed.

his words ring in your ears as you walked back to the dorms.

—now, baam, we're back to the present.

you're so fucked, if it wasn't mentioned earlier.

bakugou katsuki is now staring at you, silently demanding an explanation on why you have a row of mini dynamights, ranging from the winter version of his costume, to one of him wearing his signature black tank top—he hasn't even debuted yet as a pro-hero, so the amount you have is probably concerning. maybe even borderline creepy.

fuck being creepy—this probably looks horrifying!

“it's—uh...”

you hadn't had the chance to hide them before he so rudely, barged into your room carrying the materials needed for your study session.

“well, you're my idol, because you're so strong and—” inflate his ego! it's not like it wasn't the truth either with how much you compliment him during training, so maybe he'll be distracted enough and let it slide—

“did ponytail make these for you?” he asked quietly, ignoring your praises and walking past your panicked state as he got closer to inspect the tiny versions of him. he slowly took one from the bunch—a plushie of him wearing the suit he specifically used for a mission in otheon. “how the hell are the outfits so accurate?”

“...”

“answer my questions and i'll let this weird obsession of yours a secret, fuckin' creep.” he seems to like the way you took in his words, horrified, a smirk dancing on his lips as he turns away.

this sadist, you swear to all might...

“okay, okay! so uh...” you gulp as he continues inspecting the army of tiny bakugous, “yes, i had yaoyorozu make them. as for the outfits—i borrowed your blueprints, remember? it was to find some inspiration in enhancing my own costume, but i guess it also had some other uses...?”

he grunts in response to your explanation as his eyes move away from the desk and land onto your bed, where a few more plushies of him resided.

your face is definitely burning up by now.

“wasn't aware you were a fan,” you could hear the grin as he spoke, and you're one hundred percent sure he's never going to live this down, “well, i guess it's expected. i am amazing after all.”

“...yeah.” you agree, albeit cautious, trying to sound uneager to avoid inflating his ego anymore than you already have.

he moves to lean over your bed and grabs a plushie of him wearing his school uniform, squeezing it lightly, “but if you want me to be honest—this shit's kinda creepy.”

would he stop you if you just took a swan dive out of your window? should you get him to roast you alive right now? you wish all might would just united-states-smash you at this moment.

your hands shoot up to your face as you crouched down, too humiliated to even look at him even if he wasn't facing you.

“kill me now...”

“i've got plenty of chances to do that in the future, don't worry,” he's oddly calm for someone who's standing in a room practically devoted to him, “this is pretty adorable of you i must admit,”

you freeze. tickle my pickle! no fucking way he just called you adorable!

“you got a crush on me or something?”

ah.

this is it. you hope you've done enough good to end up in heaven atleast.

“well, if you're not gonna kill me, we should probably just study and get it over with—oh, we should also just go down to the commons—

“i told you to answer all my questions, didn't i!?”

“...”

the blonde finally turns, hands free of any plushies, crossing his arms over his chest as you stare up at him through the gaps of your fingers. he raises a challenging brow at your hesitation.

“well?” he urges on, “did you go mute from embarrassment or something?”

you say something underneath your breath and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“speak up, you idio—”

“i like you, bakugou katsuki.”

you stand up from your crouched position and situated yourself to your desk, bringing out your textbooks from a drawer as he stared on silently. the silence had grown thicker than the one before.

“let's just get this study session over with so you can go, okay?” you spin around your office chair to look at him with a small smile, as if you didn't just confess, “wanna go down to the commons? my room seems to be uncomfortable for y—

“i was joking about the creep shit, you dumbass.”

you stare at him in surprise when he holds you by the shoulders, gently pushing down to prevent you from getting up from your chair.

“bakugou...?”

“...i'll teach you here. no need to get up.”

“but—”

“shut up. get ponytail to make me a plushie of you so we're even, alright?”

confused, you're about to speak up again and he resolves it by squeezing your cheeks, resulting in only incoherent babbles from your mouth.

“bafhkugou—!”

“ugh, i like you too, if your dumbass hasn't gotten it yet.”

“ohfmayghodf—”

“shut it. no more words from you.” he waits a moment for you to calm down, and lets go of your burning cheeks. a smile grows on his face when you weakly glare up at him, but it quickly turns wicked in the span of a second.

“now...you were so eager to start studying earlier, weren't you?”

he unfortunately wasn't joking about beating the damn subject onto your brain. you could feel a mild headache from all the times he hit your head with a roll of paper.

but nonetheless, you know the hard work and pain paid off when you finally got a question right during ectoplasm's class.

bless bakugou, you'd kiss him right now if you could—

“so,” the boy in question starts as you discreetly hand him a plushie of you in your hero costume, he seems to brighten up at that, taking it nearly immediately, but attempts to appear unbothered as he moves his gaze back to yours.

“are we gonna talk about that body pillow last night or—”

“katsuki—no.”

“pfft,” he snorts, “suit yourself, fangirl.”

imagine your surprise when yaoyorozu snitches and tells you that bakugou practically threated her to make more plushies of you after he received the initial one

[mypoisonedvine]

PLEASE I HAVE A REQUEST:

Reader is deathly afraid of physical touch and she’s a student of Jonathan Crane’s. She begins to question whether or not exposure therapy is humane and decides to write a research paper against the idea of exposure therapy and Dr Crane plots against her and finds out her fear, inevitably forcing her to confront her fear with non/con(???)

I’m thinking totally brutal / slow burn and Jonathan is just a full psycho in this, not offering her any mercy. He Def does his research and Def traumatized reader

PLEASEEEEEEEEEE

(because this is just drabbles, I'm not going to be able to flesh this out the way you've envisioned, but I love the concept so I will do something based on it!) obviously this is dark, warnings for kidnapping and threats of noncon

haphephobia - the irrational fear or overwhelming aversion to physical touch.

You were far from the only psychopathology student who got into this line of work due to personal experience. Actually, more often than not, this interest begins for people with their own relationship with mental health-- maybe something as simple as a long battle with clinical depression, maybe trauma or abuse, maybe a history of addiction. You would hope that this made most of the students more equipped, more empathetic; that was true, but it also meant that there was a little more... instability among the cohort than you wanted to admit.

And yet, you hadn't even noticed that the worst of them all was right there in the front of the class, teaching.

"I read your paper," he explained, pacing back and forth, sparing long glances at you. "It was quite good. But your conclusions are weak."

Normally, if you'd been receiving this sort of feedback during office hours, you would just tilt your head and ask 'how so, Professor Crane?'

But considering you didn't even know where you were, strapped to an exam table in some dark basement, you weren't as inquisitive as usual. "See," he continued, approaching you, "if you want to disprove exposure therapy, you can't just do a systematic review of previous literature-- you need to get in the field, experiment yourself."

He lowered his voice as he stood closer to you, leaning over you, looking at you with a sort of fascination and pity.

"After all," he continued, "I'm a... fierce advocate of psychiatric experimentation."

"Yeah," you panted, the initial panic of waking up here fading into a general, steady terror, "I'm beginning to realize that."

"And you're always free to have your own opinion-- I think it's important that my students utilize their right to disagree with me-- but in this case, well, you just can't deny the results."

He was fucking smiling as he discussed it-- he was proud of what he'd done, of what he was going to do to you. "I can," you insisted, "if they're not ethical."

He rolled his eyes. "Always such a good girl," he cooed. "Let me worry about the ethics and you-- you can just worry about what I'm going to do now that I've got you tied up down here, where nobody will ever find you."

Bringing his hand closer to your face, you turned it away with a whimper. "Please," you whispered, "I-- you know I can't--"

"How does it feel?" he asked. "Right now, knowing I might touch you?"

"It's..." you trailed off, struggling to find a train of thought with him so close. "It's anxiety-inducing, obviously. It's dread."

"Filled with dread just because I'm getting close," he smirked. "You're in serious need of intervention, sweet thing. I can't believe you've gone without help for so long."

"This-- this isn't help, Professor--" you began to protest, but you winced as he gently brushed a finger over your cheek.

"You look like you're in pain," he noticed.

"It hurts," you hissed. "It hurts to be touched."

"Hurts how?"

"Like... like I'm raw all over. Like my body is one big burn," you whispered, eyes still shut tight as his hand moved down to gently caress your neck.

"And you've ruled out any medical cause-- an autoimmune disorder, hypersensitivity of the skin?"

You nodded, biting your lip to try to think of something other than the pain he was inflicting-- the pain you were totally helpless to. "There's no... physiological cause..."

"It's all in the mind," he finished for you, "and what a powerful mind you have. You're one of my best students, you know-- it's a shame you're limited by your fear. Fear of the truth, fear of breaking your precious ethics... fear of the future."

Your eyes shot open when his touch trailed down even further, toying with the neckline of your shirt; if any human contact was painful, you hadn't even prepared for the overwhelming anxiety of being touched in a way that had even the slightest sexual undertone. "Y-you don't really think you're that powerful, do you?" you pressed. "That you can take away fear?"

He shook his head. "No, dear, I don't have to," he replied. "I don't take it away-- I use it."

Just as his touch wandered, so did his gaze, and you shuddered under his dark stare as he started to properly grope you; his breathing picked up a bit, his lip twitched-- he even darted his tongue out for a second before smiling again.

"And now," he grinned, "I have you to use, too."

[ryo-kaikura]

Yan! Male Teachers + Male Yandere x male reader

*this is based on a dream I had this morning*

(Reader is on his last year so he's 18 (he's not held back I just try to make it okay with an adult partner) (my dream is PG-13(the yandere is made up), I just like spice)

My life is normal I guess, the difference with normal people at my age is my current school. This is takes "school feels like a prison" seriously with how we sleep at school eat at school and etc.

For our class, it's literally right next to the teacher's room. And each grade has a different section. Because it's a prestigious school the student is a lot more than the teacher by 50% of the teachers population.

Anyway, you might be asking, do you always have class? The answer is no, cause our right door is a building for gym and gymnasium. The door in front of us is where usually all the supplies comes in.

Today there is a monthly test. it's usually for additional points and support for our future. Example: last year it was making a sentence that's in correlation with a word and we can't use that word. There lots more but every time we were paired.

Look at that I'm also paired up again weirdly enough it's the "prince of the school" the one that's said to be the best for our grade, though his grade is in the top two, guess who's grade is higher? That right me. Since we're better than everyone, we get hallway to ourselves

It's so fun being better at him, when he gets a 100% me too, when he gets a 99% Boohoo I got a 100%. His body is also quite fit, but it's obvious with my height and body that I'm still better than him, with his being shorter than me. It's quite fun toying with him, his expression of flustered and anger add a smidge of pink on his face, neck and tip of his ears.

We're getting carried away. This year's test is a box of puzzles? With a textured flooring? Whatever. We saw the first test, summarizing a foreign language book, and there's our names on it. It seems like something from our teacher Mr. David. Then he shows up, "hello Mr. David" "Hello, (m/n)~" He was always flirty with me "hi Mr. David" "Hello to you too, mark".then he told us about it in detail "As you can see it's summarizing a book and because I prefer (m/n) than you, mark, (m/n) gets a 50 page and you get a 250 page it's sounds quite fair don't you think (m/n)" "Sure 😀"

Anyway, we're done with that, the next are some simple mathematics and that's from our other teachers. Wow it looks like we have to build a Miniature real life-like humanoid chess pieces. Now it seems like we're done but there's no announcement, then I realized the flooring is a bit whacky so I try to pick one up. It works. I open one and inside it is extra pieces for the sculpture and that's from Mr. Sears, the science teacher that likes to use science to hide a lot of things

It's similar with how some sounds lie it has a lot but there is none and then one of then sounds like it doesn't have any but when we opened it there was a lot of extra sculpture pieces. Then I saw one of the boxes has a piece of paper. I was about to read it out loud then I feel a finger right next to my stomach, and I couldn't help but feel ticklish and jerk away from the finger. Turns out it the said teacher, Mr. Sears, and he kept tickling me every time I try to say it out loud. In the end he made me stand up and go to a corner and read it in my head. Most of it was clues until the last number on the price of paper that said 'I will be going to *city name* in a few days' "I don't care" "What!" " We're not that close teach~, Well not as close as me and Mr. David~."

Then he stormes off, don't know what happened but in the end me and Mark Finished first.

*A few days later*

It seems like Mr. Sears didn't go and one of our teacher was suddenly sent to the hospital

*A few month later*

I finally graduated, best of the year as well because of that I get a lot of money lie a billion I think. But right when I was going head home, I felt someone covering my head, then two people try to grab me and they're quite strong, but not strong enough. Suddenly I feel something injected to my neck. And I grew weak and dizzy not long after I passed out. While why kidnappers was smiling over me.

It's been a while since I woke up but I still don't know where I am. There a window that just over my head so I'm able to get hold of it and pulled my self up and saw... A beach?

Then after looking around and the sun almost overhead meaning it's currently 11.30 ish o'clock. Three people come in and guess who? It the weirdos. Mr. David feels shy, Mr. Sears a bit nervous and Mark quite happy.

And the brought their own dish a I must say the best is Mr. David, with the other two being barely palatable. In the end we slept right next to each other.

*A year later* (I'm lazy)

My self-made company worked well, but my "wives" seems quite jealous of everything I do even though we haven't gotten married yet and Mark and Sears are working as my two secretary and David being at home. I must say David's body got more chubby and soft, I like it. Mark kept trying to be better at me at everything and kept losing, example: who can cum the last, I won, who's stronger, I won, and much more. And Sears gotten smarter at where he's hiding my stuff, like my underwear, sweaty gym clothes, a pen I chewed.

I'm happy there entertaining because I just remembered I'm a side character in a book and they're male leads, all three of them, and who's the female lead you ask? The new rising employee in my own company, Janice.

[roosterforme]

Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley know a level of comfort with each other that neither have felt with anyone else. When you finally make it to the alumni reunion, you run into some familiar faces, making it difficult to discuss your expectations. 

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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Bradley took your hand as you led him up to a cute little cottage with a crumbling front step. He was so surprised when you gave him directions to get here in the car, leading him past his old fraternity house and your old apartment building. 

"This just looks like somewhere you'd live," he muttered as you unlocked the door and led him inside. He set his suitcase down and glanced around. 

"It's cute, but it's really small. I'll take you on a thirty second tour."

You weren't joking. After half a minute, Bradley had seen everything and he'd backed you up against your bedroom door frame. "What are you wearing tonight?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss on your chin. Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as you reached for him.

"A pretty black dress," you whispered, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops. 

He leaned on one forearm above your head and nodded. "Sounds lovely. Can't wait to take it off you later."

You smiled and laughed softly. Then you got a faraway look in your eye. "Was it weird driving past the Beta house?" Bradley just shrugged, and then you said, "I hate walking past it when I go to campus to teach."

"Why, Sugar?" he asked.

You pressed your lips together and then ducked your head away from him. Bradley gave you a moment to process what you wanted to say, but every part of him really wanted to tell you he still felt the same way about you ten years later. He didn't want to hear you tell him that your heart ached when he was standing right in front of you now.

You swallowed hard. "Because that's where I broke up with you." Your voice sounded so small, and it took you a few more seconds to meet his eyes. You laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You always called me a smart girl, but I just don't know."

Bradley kissed your lips. "You'll always be smarter than me." 

You pushed away from the wall and cleared your throat. "I'm going to get cleaned up and get changed," you whispered, glancing down at your cum streaked thighs. 

Bradley grinned and kissed you on the forehead. Then you pulled your dress off and started walking around naked, gathering some sweatpants and a sports bra and heading to the bathroom. 

He ended up collapsing on your couch to wait for you. He was debating coming clean about living in San Diego. More than anything, since last night, he had wanted you to choose him now. Maybe you didn't want to tie him down before, but he really liked the idea of being with you again now. You made sense to him in a way that nobody else ever had. And if there was even a chance he could make you his again, he wasn't going to want to give it a go with any other woman.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Your voice made him both eternally comfortable and also slightly uneasy now. He just nodded and watched you get two mugs of tea ready in your tiny kitchen, wearing just your sports bra and baggy sweatpants. 

When you set the mugs down on the coffee table and dropped down on the couch next to him, you were instantly snuggling up against him. He wrapped his arm around you and let your lips graze his scarred neck. 

"Are you looking forward to seeing anyone tonight?" you asked, letting your hand settle on his leg. "I haven't really kept up with anyone."

Bradley smiled and laughed softly. "Sugar, I think I subconsciously came back here just in case you were going to be here." You buried your face against him and hummed. "But to answer your question, I wouldn't mind seeing Tyson. I talk to him occasionally."

"You do? That's nice. Always thought he was too good for Janessa."

Bradley snorted. "She cheated on him like a month after we graduated."

You rolled your eyes up at him and said, "I'm not surprised."

"He always liked you. Everyone was so shocked you were with me," he said, trailing his hand along your bare skin. "Me included."

You turned to face him, fullying climbing into his lap and sitting on his left thigh. Bradley welcomed you there, almost delighting in this pleasure you were bestowing upon him before the almost certain pain he would feel tomorrow and the day after and the day after, when he returned home alone. 

You pushed your fingers up into his hair and kissed his mustache and then his lips. The tip of your nose was pressing into his cheek as you sighed and whispered, "You were the best boyfriend I ever had."

This simple sentence was echoing around in his mind. How could that be possible? After so many years? But you'd done the impossible to him, too. And you were doing it again now, the way your fingers were soothing him and making his breathing and heart rate feel so calm and even. But you were exciting him at the same time. His eyes drifted closed as he held you against him.

"Sometimes, when I've been on an aircraft carrier for too long and I haven't slept in days, the only thing I can think about at night is you." He hadn't really meant to say that out loud, and he wasn't sure he actually had until he heard and felt your sharp intake of breath. 

When Bradley opened his eyes, an expression close to confusion was clouding your face, and he didn't think he had the strength to explain himself. So he cleared his throat. "What do you say, Sugar... want to see some pictures of the carriers and my Super Hornet?"

"Okay," you agreed softly, and he was immediately digging in his pocket for his phone. 

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You were reeling a bit, sitting on Bradley's lap while he scrolled through his photo gallery in search of some photos to show you. He still currently thinks about you. He hadn't said those exact words, but you could tell. And you still thought about and missed him too. 

"Here's one on the USS Leyte Gulf," he said, and you were treated to a photo of him in front of his aircraft. He was wearing what he referred to as his flight suit and holding his red and yellow helmet in one hand. The F/A-18 behind him was absolutely enormous, and it was painted with Lt Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster" across the side.

"Wow, Lieutenant Beer Boy," you said, and he handed you his phone and told you to scroll through them. 

"That's just before I finally got to go home. God, I look exhausted," he said. "Oh, that's Bob. We shared a bunk that time. And that's Coyote." You scrolled and looked at the most beautiful photo of the sun setting over the water. 

Then he found you a picture of him in New Zealand and another of him in Hawaii. "You've seen the whole world," you whispered with a smile. "You did everything I hoped you would."

He just held you a little tighter. 

"Oh," you whispered. "Show me a picture of your uniform."

Bradley licked his lips and looked you in the eye. "If I show you a picture, you gonna promise to leave a wet spot on my uniform pants one day?"

You pressed your lips together and kind of rolled your eyes. "You told me not to be embarrassed about that. Both times."

"It's hot, Sugar," he whispered before looking through his photos. "Here you go. My khaki uniform."

You had to stifle a moan. "Wow. Those pants look very snug, Beer Boy." Bradley tipped his head back and laughed. "Don't you have other uniforms too? Like for special occasions?"

Bradley was still chuckling. "Yeah. And you're more than welcome to get those ones wet too."

You lightly smacked his chest and he responded by kissing you. "Show me what those ones look like."

"I don't think I have any pictures saved..... oh, hang on. There are some on Instagram."

You scoffed and said, "You don't even have an Instagram account."

Bradley tiled his chin up to look at you. "How do you know that?"

He looked amused, and you couldn't lie to him. "You don't have any social media accounts. I've checked," you said softly, tangling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt. 

"That's right. You're on Instagram though. But it's set to private," he said with a grin.

"You've looked?" you asked him, burying your face in his neck. 

"Of course. Been hoping one day you'd remove the privacy settings so I could see what you look like now. The answer to that is fucking gorgeous, by the way."

"Bradley," you whispered. Your cheeks were burning hot, and you just couldn't meet his eyes.

"Here's my uniform, Sugar," he whispered, and you repositioned yourself on his lap a bit.

"Holy shit," you gasped, looking at the photo of him wearing a head to toe white uniform, including a hat that would have looked silly on most people. 

"There's one in my dress blues as well," he murmured, scrolling down to another, equally sexy looking photo. But your eyes caught on a different photo.

"Who's that?" you asked, pointing to a photo of him wearing cutoff shorts and sunglasses at the beach. He had his arm around a petite, brunette woman in a bathing suit. She was so beautiful, you felt a little sick with jealousy. "She's pretty. Was that your girlfriend?"

Bradley started laughing so hard, you weren't sure what you'd said that could have been that funny. You crossed your arms and waited for him to take a breath.

"That's Nat," he said, squeezing you against him as he wiped a tear from his eye. "And I find her quite repulsive, actually. At least as a romantic prospect, Sugar."

"How? She's so lovely," you said, still looking at the photo of them together and pouting. "Is this her Instagram account?"

"Yeah," he answered with a grin. You scrolled along, noticing that photos of her with Bradley were pretty prominently featured. There was one of them eating a pile of hot wings. There was another one of them both in their flight suits. There was one of them laying on rafts in a pool. "She��is pretty. But she's vomited on me more times than I can count. She eats all the food I buy and leaves the empty packages. And she makes up horrifying nicknames for me. Just like unspeakably awful riffs on my call sign. Her favorite one is Little Chicken Cock Boy."

Now you were smiling. "She sounds like a very good friend."

"She is," he confirmed. "And she thinks you're pretty."

Your eyes went wide. "My Instagram is private."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "So is the photo I have of us from when we were twenty one. That doesn't mean she didn't get me to show it to her and Bob when I was tipsy one night."

You gasped. "You showed them a picture?" What if he still had the dirty ones you snapped in the kitchen at his fraternity house? You really hoped he did.

"Mmhmm," Bradley said, blushing profusely but still looking at you. "Nat knows all about you. When I tell her I ran into you... she's going to flip out."

"She knows about me?" Your heart wasn't going to be able to handle much more of this. He told his best friend about you. 

"All about you," he confirmed.

"Even the study room?" you asked with a smirk.

"Come on, Sugar, some things are sacred." 

"Sacred?" you said with a laugh. "I don't know if you'd call what we did in there exactly holy..." 

"Always felt like a religious experience to me," he swore, crossing his heart with his index finger. "Today was no different."

His face was a little too serious, and you knew he wasn't joking. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again, tucking your forehead against his neck. You didn't say anything else, just listened to his even breathing and melted into his warm touch.

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You dozed off with your head resting on him, and Bradley let you sleep for a while. He felt so content, he could have taken a nap too, but he knew he needed to soak up all of this time with you while he could. So he stayed awake and enjoyed the sound of your soft breathing and the feel of your weight against him. 

But it was getting late now. The sun was getting low in the sky. Neither one of you had taken a single sip of the mugs of tea that you made, and Bradley was thirsty and starving. And he assumed you would need time to get changed for the class reunion. 

"Sugar," he whispered, and you started to stir when he ran his hand along the length of your arm until he was holding your hand. "Wake up, baby."

You arched your back and sighed, your lips grazing his neck. "Bradley," you moaned softly in your sleepy voice. His cock twitched from the sound of his name on your lips. 

Then you moaned a little louder as your lips connected with his in an unhurried kiss, and Bradley no longer cared if you and he got to the reunion on time, if at all. 

You slowly positioned your legs so you were straddling his thighs, never taking your lips away from his. Bradley's hands found your hips and then reached around to grab your ass, pulling you flush against his hardening cock. 

When you released his lips and gasped, he swore to you, "I will never recover from this weekend."

And then your mouth met his again while all of your fingers tangled a little roughly in his hair. You pulled him by his hair until his lips met your neck. "Maybe I don't want you to," you whispered, and Bradley treated you to his mustache on your soft skin. "Maybe I want you to keep on thinking about me like this."

He nipped at your neck and slowly pulled your sports bra over your head. Then he tilted his head down to taste both of your tattoos, running his lips and tongue along them. "I'm never gonna be able to stop," he growled, sucking on the song lyrics he had always associated with how much he had loved you.

He let you grind slowly against him through your clothing and his, your head tipped back while he gently kissed your breasts. When you started to reach for his shirt and pull it off, you whispered, "God you feel good." 

Bradley kept your motions slow with his hands on your hips, and after another minute you were practically panting. You suddenly scrambled off of his lap and started to yank off your sweatpants. And then you were standing between his splayed legs, looking down at him. You bit your lip and let your fingers drift down along the front of your body while Bradley unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with a groan. He watched you teasing yourself, pretty manicured fingers dipping down into your own wetness and then teasing your clit.

"God damn it, Sugar." He was yanking his jeans and boxers down below his knees, and then you were climbing back onto his lap. "I wanna go slow," he told you as he guided you closer with his big hands on your body. You nodded for him, nudging yourself against his tip and hissing. You dragged yourself along his length, soaking him with your wetness and teasing your clit with him.

Bradley's mind was focused only on you. His body felt like it was on fire everywhere you touched him with your lips. And as you sank down around him, he could feel your teeth and tongue on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his mouth.

"Oh fuck," you gasped quietly, moving your hips slowly as you rode him. You were the best. You were still the best sex of his life. For a long time, he had thought that you were just magical in that way. But now that you connected with him again physically after so long, he was pretty sure it had more to do with everything he loved about you. "Beer Boy!" You were dragging your nails through his hair again, and he could feel the tension building in your body. He knew you were getting close, the slow, smooth movements of your hips becoming more erratic. 

"Cum all over me, Sugar," he whispered, leaning his head back to watch your face as he gently palmed your tits and teased his fingers along your tattoos. "I wanna see it."

He watched every emotion and expression on your face, enjoyed every squeeze of your pussy around his cock. Absorbed every small sound you made. Relished the way your nails were digging into his shoulders. And all the while you were whining his name at increasing volume. 

He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt about you, but doing so while he was buried deep inside you seemed like simultaneously the best and worst idea he had ever had. So instead he pressed his lips to yours while you came around him, and he thrust up into you a few times until he was filling you up again. 

You collapsed against him, hands tucked behind his neck and your lips at his ear. "I... oh... Bradley."

You sounded fucking stupid, and he wanted to make you this way all the time. 

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"How do I look?" Bradley asked you, even though he'd just spent the last twenty minutes getting himself ready and getting dressed in his suit right in front of you. 

"Sexy," you told him, and he actually had the nerve to blush a little bit. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, and now you were pulling your dress out of your tiny closet. "Why is tonight's theme black tie formal?" you asked. "As if I really had the money to spend on this damn dress."

But Bradley's eyes went wide as you draped it across your bed. "It was worth every fucking penny," he told you with a grin. "Want me to help you put it on?"

You nodded and took your sports bra off again, letting him have a minute to kiss and stroke your breasts and your tattoos while you giggled. "Okay, okay, Beer Boy. Help me with my dress!"

Bradley groaned and helped you slip it on and then zip up the back, and when you spun to face him, you already knew where his eyes would be. 

"Sugar," he whispered reverently. Your dress had cutouts on each side, and parts of your tattoos were visible. "You look perfect."

Silently, you handed Bradley your high heels and sat on the edge of your bed while he knelt and helped you put them on. As you watched his graceful fingers rub against your ankles, your heart clenched in your chest. 

"Are you flying out tomorrow?" 

He caressed the inside of your calf before looking up at you with a guarded expression. "Yeah. I have a flight at 8 in the morning." 

You were instantly fighting a nauseous feeling that was rising up inside you while Bradley placed a kiss to your knee where the slit of your dress had fallen open. You had barely twelve more hours with him before he would be leaving in his rental car to drive to the airport. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't fair. But you drew in a shaky breath and said, "Let's make the most of it?"

It sounded like a question even to your ears, but Bradley nodded and stood, pulling you to your feet and into his arms. 

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There was no way you'd be able to walk to the other end of campus in your heels. Bradley offered to carry you the whole way, but you rolled your eyes and insisted on calling a ride to take you both to the UVA conference center. As Bradley helped you out of the car, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking his fingers inside the fabric of your dress cutout and making you giggle as you both disappeared into the crowd of your former classmates entering the building. 

"What the fuck?" Bradley mumbled as you and he walked through the main lobby area. "None of this was updated when we were students."

You laughed. "Looks like they used our tuition money to make everything better after we graduated."

"Ridiculous," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

The main hall was set up with so many tables, and there were so many people filling the space, Bradley was surprised. But you took his hand in yours and led him toward a table that was only half filled and found two seats together. Bradley glanced around, desperately wanting to avoid small talk with these people and just spend the entire night basking in your presence. But he let you introduce yourself and him to the table before he pulled you toward the bar.

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get the good beers."

You just rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him like you still couldn't quite believe this was all happening. As the short line for drinks moved, Bradley guided you backwards with his hands on your hips.

"Thanks for being my last minute date," he said with a smile as his fingers found your exposed tattoos again. Those song lyrics were for him; he knew that, but he also knew that you were still unattainable to him.

"Thanks for coming to Virginia and making this the best weekend I've had in a very long time," you replied softly, and the smile was immediately wiped away from Bradley's lips. There was still so much he wanted to say to you. Fuck, you kept hinting at things and beating around the bush, but he just wanted to know where he stood with you now. The fact that he knew how this was going to play out, how he just knew he'd handed you his heart on a platter a second time, was probably going to kill him. Once again.

You turned your head so your cheek was pressed against his shirt right below his bowtie, and he guided you backward another step.

"Sugar, I think we need to talk about me and you. I think we should-" 

But your body stiffened in his arms, and he felt goosebumps along your arms. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, but as soon as he followed your gaze across the room, he saw what had upset you.

Bradley's focus landed on not only Jeff, but also Phoebe, sitting at the same table. And Jeff's cool eyes had settled on you and Bradley, tangled up in each other's arms. 

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Thanks for reading and loving these two! More of the class reunion and a very important conversation coming soon. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls.

PART 5

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[wee-chlo]

Durge having chronic migraines after they move to Waterdeep with Gale. Mostly due to the severe brain damage but also the difference in atmosphere/humidity/temperature.

And they're Miserable, it's awful, its like.... weekly but Gale's so happy here, teaching and reconnecting with family and making new friends. He wants to have dinner parties and who wants to host a dinner party with a spouse who gets headaches from where their kind of sister/sort of cousin gouged a hole in their skull to put a mindflayer tadpole in their brain? So they hide it for as long as possible.

Until Gale comes home early one day and finds them curled up in the dark, basically nonverbal and utterly exhausted.

Gale's had more than a few cluster headaches in the past and his mother gets migraines so he has some idea of how to properly fuss. Makes cold compresses for Dirge's neck and to place over their eyes, keeps the room dark and his voice soft, keeps them hydrated. Washes off the cologne he wears and changes clothes so that there isn't any strong smells and as much as he wants to hold Durge, he keeps the physical touch to a minimum, especially around the head and face.

He ends up settling into the armchair next to the couch they're curled up in, mage hand summoned to turn the pages of his book so that he can hold their hand while the hours tick by.

He isn't thrilled by all of this, when Durge is coherent enough to talk to him about it. They're married after all; taking care of each other is part of the deal. His simulacrum can handle a few classes if Durge needs him home. Hells, his students would probably welcome a day or two of the damn thing over him.

"You didn't sign up for this though," Durge mumbles from their place on the couch, head sandwiched between two cold compresses, and Gale is frankly offended.

"I must have forgotten when you held a knife to my throat and demanded I propose marriage to you," he says sarcastically. "Or perhaps you forged my signature on the certificate while I was out cold? More of an Astarion move, I would think, but the two of you are close so I shan't assume-"

"I can't get up to smack you," Durge grumbles. "No fair." Gale rolls his eyes, fondness and exasperation warring in his chest as he ladles out the soup he's made for dinner

"I really do hate to bring it up," he says more gently, putting the bowl of soup on the table by the couch. "But you did try and kill me before. Made a truly valiant effort; lots of poetic descriptions of precisely what you wanted to do as well. I didn't seem for several days afterwards. So compared to that, this is fairly mild." He takes their hand in his and presses a kiss to it. "Well and truly within the bounds of the standard wedding vows, I'd say."

"That's different," Durge insists, rather ridiculously Gale thinks. "I'm supposed to be normal now. Not..." they groan and gesture broadly at themself.

"Gorgeous?" Gale provides teasingly. "Wonderful? Exactly who I want to wake up beside every day for the rest of my life?"

"Broken."

Ah. The perfect word to describe Gale's heart right at this moment, watching his love's shoulders hunch and their lips press tightly together in an effort to keep their ragged breaths from slipping out of their control.

"You're not broken," Gale says softly. "You're healing. There's a difference." He cradles Durge's hand like a baby bird, pondering. "Or, I suppose if you're broken, I am as well. Just differently. All of us are. How could we not be, after what we've been through? What we've done and seen? But if not for that, we wouldn't be together, would we? I'd be Gale of Waterdeep, you'd be the Butcher of Baldur's Gate. We'd never know each other and what we wonders we would achieve." He pressed a kiss to their palm, letting it curl to cup his cheek gently.

"Broken or no, our pieces fit together quite well, I think."

"Sappy," Durge says, but they're smiling and that's what matters.

[fuzybby]

Punishment

Gale x F!Reader

Synopsis: You haven't been doing the best in your classes, and Mr. Dekarios needs a better way to punish you.

CW: spanking, fingering(?), no penetrative sex, Gale is a Professor, student and teacher relationship! (not healthy in real life but this is fiction)

1.4k words, enjoy!

The sun peaking through the window is what woke me up from slumber. The bright rays felt warm against my face, and I instinctively tried to swat them away.

Fuck.

Another day of class. Not that the class is horrible, it's actually quite thrilling learning of the adventures from my Professor, the problem is how hot my Professor is.

Professor Dekarios. The man that he is. He keeps his hair in a half bun everyday. His beard is scruffy and I wonder what it would feel like against my neck, my chest, in between my thighs..

I can feel the wetness between my legs already. Another day where I go to class soaking wet for my teacher. The teacher.

If my friends had known I had the hots for him, they'd never let me live it down. Or, they'd agree to also wanting to fuck him, but I doubt that's the case. Many people don't actually enjoy Professor Dekarios's class, they say he rambles too much. The study of Arcana can be difficult at times, especially when the teacher is watching your every move with his sultry brown eyes..

Stop thinking!

I groan and finally get out of bed, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my pointer finger and thumb as I try to calm myself down. There's no need to work myself up before every class thinking of him.

I dress and eat, going about my morning routine as if I'm not insanely horny, before finally grabbing my books and making my way to The Study of Magic building on campus.

I find my regular seat, not right in front but not right in the middle of the rows. The closer to the front, the closer I am to the writing on the chalkboard so I can take notes. That part is real, I need to get better at focusing for class, because as of right now, my assignments I have been handing in are only getting average marks in return.

Class ticks on and on, and I study my Professor's movements methodically. His teaching robes are dark with stripes of red going down on his shoulders. They reach the floor, which leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. He wore his glasses today, round lenses that don't sit on his nose well, making him constantly have to push the glasses up higher on his face. His hair is messy, small grey streaks sneak into his brown locks. He is so handsome.

At the end of class, when all is dismissed, I haven't taken any notes. All I've done is watch Professor Dekarios's hands as he swung them around, his lips as he spoke, his eyes as he went through the emotions of telling his story.

Everyone in the class packs up their books in their bags, chatting freely as they leave their seats to leave. I'm slower packing up, waiting for people to leave the row first before I start shoving my books into my own bag.

I look up to find Professor Dekarios's gaze on me, I can't tell the emotion in his eyes. He makes a ‘come here' motion with his finger, to which my heart rate spikes. Am I in trouble? I think to myself.

I finish packing quickly and make my way over to him and his desk, every other classmate now out of the room.

“We need to talk.” He says with a sigh, leaning against the front of his desk and crossing his arms.

“I have threatened suspension, called your parents, I have given you so much time and leeway for you to finish assignments, and yet you refuse to get your act together.” He continues, taking off his glasses and setting them down on his desk.

“I'm sorry, I-” I try to say, trying to come up with some sort of excuse that isn't ‘all I think about is you. you're the cause of my bad grades.’

“I am running out of appropriate punishments. At this point, I'll need to spank you like a child to get my point across.” He spits out. His face has contorted to anger.

I open my mouth to speak and nothing comes out, I'm at a loss for words. Spanking? Does he mean that? My face feels hot, and I try to forget the constant throbbing that comes from my clit.

“Maybe you should then.” Is what I say. I meet his eyes to convey my seriousness. “Spank me, I mean.”

He raises an eyebrow, his jaw clenched as he looks at me.

“Fine. Set your bag down, and bend over the desk.”

I stand frozen for a minute, realising that this is happening. He moves slightly to give me more room on the desk, his anger still evident.

I slowly set my bag down on the floor and stepped up to the desk, leaning over it slightly. Placing my hands to lay flat against the mahogany. I hear my Professor before I feel him, he stands behind me and quickly lands a sharp slap to my behind. I gasp and lean forwards more, my elbows now against the table.

The sting from his hand hit me hard, even though my clothes were still on, the roughness of his hands were evident.

“Mr. Dekarios!-” I gasp out, to which he replies “Call me Gale.”

“Gale” I breathe his name. It feels good against my tongue, comfortable.

He hits me again, on the other cheek this time. I crumble forwards again, my chest hitting the desk now as I'm fully bent over. My nails claw against the wood, and my breathing becomes ragged.

“Have you learnt your lesson yet?” Gale asks me, his hand comes to lay on my ass gently, hoping to bring some sort of comfort to the situation. He presses his crotch against me, and I can feel how hard he is. I whine out a quiet “yes” as I try to push myself against him.

The friction, for even just half a second, feels so good it makes me want to cry. I've wanted this for so long, I could probably cum from just the friction.

His hand on my ass moves to cup my cunt, bringing a whimper out of me. “Please” I beg, trying to move my hips against his hand.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, his other hand moving to snap the waistband of my trousers against my skin. I nod quickly, spewing more “please”s.

Gale takes them off quickly, only pushing them down to wrap around my ankles, his fingers coming back up to my uncovered folds. spreading them open with his thumbs, my slick already coating his digits.

“How long have you been wet for?” He breathes.

“All day.”

He groans. A gutteral sound that sends shivers down my spine as his fingers move again, this time to prod at my clit. Flicking it back and forth agonisingly slowly. His other hand moves to press against my lower back, keeping me grounded against the table.

A very gentle slap is sent to my cunt, the sound of flesh slapping against wetness filled the air for only a second. I whine again, biting my lip to stop the tears that threaten to spill. I have wanted him to touch me for so long, and how here he is, teasing me as I wriggle in his grasp.

He moves back to flick my clit again, this time harder and faster. Every once in a while circling it. My hips back on their own trying to get more pleasure, more friction from him.

It doesn't take long for me to scream out that I'm cumming. My body feels on fire as ecstasy courses through my veins. My legs shake from the pleasure as Gale tuts at me. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I try to control my emotions, tears have spilled from my eyes and landed onto the desk. Remnants of the filthy things we have done.

Gale removes his hand and pulls my pants back up, tapping my ass again gently.

I turn around on wobbly legs and try to move his robes up to get to him, but he grabs my wrists and stops me in my tracks. He smirks devilishly, his next words make my legs threaten to collapse even more than before.

“Only good girls who pay attention in class get my cock.”

Before long he's sending me on my way, not even a kiss on the lips goodbye. By the time I make it back to my dorm room I'm collapsing on the bed with a squeal. I will definitely be paying better attention now.

[koshkamartell]

No One But Me

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chapter warnings: possessive!Joel, manipulative!Joel, gaslighting, degrading language, piv sex, oral sex.

The group had radioed that they estimated they would be arriving back within two days. The day before their estimated return, you and Ellie had gathered in your kitchen to bake a welcome home cake for Joel. You were patient and encouraging as you taught Ellie the method of baking a simple honey cake, standing next to her and instructing her on creaming the butter and sugar, beating the eggs, and how to properly fold the flour.

Ellie proved to be a good student; she listened to you carefully and took her time measuring each ingredient and completing each step slowly. She was eager to learn and filled with fascination for the art of baking. When she insisted on staying in the kitchen to watch the cake rise in the oven, you laughed.

The smell of sugar and caramelised honey filled your cottage. At the end of the afternoon, together you had created a round golden brown honey cake topped with a thin layer of icing. With painstaking dedication Ellie had selected some pretty little flowers from your garden and arranged them in a circle ontop of the icing.  You both stood side by side in your small kitchen and admired the finished product.

"Thanks," Ellie said. "For teaching me this stuff."

"You're welcome. I'm sure he will love it. And now you know how to bake, you can do it yourself."

Ellie scoffed. "Nuh-huh, that's your department."

"I thought you liked baking," you elbowed her playfully.

"I do," Ellie confessed. "But I like the eating part more."

You shook your head and laughed. She grinned and tilted her head to rest on your shoulder in a rare gesture of affection.

"But really, thanks alot," she sighed. "I need to learn this stuff for when I move out."

You frowned and pulled away from her to search her face for any sign of jest. There was none but a contented little grin on her young face.

"What do you mean, move out?"

"I gotta be an adult and grow up sometime, right?" Ellie said with a little shrug. "Me and some of my friends wanna get our own place, and I'm not at home that much anymore anyway."

"Oh, Ellie," you breathed out quietly, your eyebrows pinched in worry. "Are you sure? Joel's going to be so sad without you."

You carefully reached out and swiped a finger over the dusting of flour that had gotten on her cheek during your baking session. She smirked and tilted her head to the side.

"He'll be fine. He has you now."

Your mouth dropped open in shock but you quickly composed yourself. "W-what? What do you mean, 'has has me'?"

Ellie rolled her eyes. "As if I didn't know you two were making out on the couch whenever I snuck out of the house."

You clamped your mouth shut in a tight line, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Ellie cackled and threw her arm around your neck affectionately.

"Relax! I'm happy for you guys. Maybe Joel won't be such a grumpy asshole if you guys have a little privacy."

"Uhm," you stammered, "I, uh, we are just friends right now. I don't know what....I'm not sure what Joel wants. Please don't say anything to anyone about that....idea...right now. Okay?"

You loved Joel and wanted to be with him, but Ellie was always a point of concern. You and Joel had never wanted to involve her in your relationship, didn't want to burden her in any way lest she get hurt. You had been so careful to keep those clandestine night meetings secret but it wasn't realistic to assume Ellie could be too naive to know what was going on, atleast not for so long.

But what would Joel think? Would he be more receptive to being in a real relationship with you now? Even though he had fucked you and told you he was coming back for you, everything was still so undefined. You also had no idea what Joel was comfortable with Ellie knowing. It was safer and easier to let Joel deal with it.

"Yes, sir," Ellie saluted you teasingly. When you didn't laugh and instead shot her a warning glare, she held up her hands in surrender. "Alright, okay, jeez. I won't say a word."

"Thank you."

"On one condition," Ellie grinned mischievously.  "You don't do that gross shit when I'm around, like, atleast wait til I'm out of the house, 'kay?"

You groaned and threw a hand towel at her. "I got it, Ellie. Now be quiet and help me clean up this mess."

The next day you were working with Oscar in the library when word spread that the men were close to Jackson. A small herd of children had burst into the library cheering and dancing around as they announced the news.

You and Oscar had laughed at their fanfare and watched the boisterous children with amusement. When they ran out of the library and back out into the street your laughter died down, leaving a long silence between you. It was neither uncommon nor uncomfortable. However, today Oscar broke the silence with a question that shocked you.

"Is there someone special to you on the patrol team?" He asked softly.

Your head snapped up from the books you had on the counter infront of you. Oscar was leaning with an elbow propped against the counter beside you, his head cocked to the side slightly, his hooded brown eyes searching over your face. His brows were creased ever so slightly into a frown and the tip of his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. You knew that this was the expression Oscar assumed whenever he was concentrating on something, usually when someone else was speaking. He wasn't scrutinising or teasing you; there was no sign of taunting, just an inquisitive softness in his features and voice. And even though the question could be considered ambiguous, even though it could only be a reference to friendship, you were unsure how to perceive it.

Embarrassed, you realised he had seen your reaction to the news, that the relief and joy you felt must have been evident on your face. You cleared your throat and shook your head.

"Oh," you mumble awkwardly, looking back down at the books. "Not really. I'm just, you know...happy that they are coming back safe. It's good for the community."

Oscar observed you quietly for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, it is good." He conceded.

"So, how's the stables going?" You asked him, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were wanting to change the subject.

"It's okay," he sighed. "Pretty busy restocking the feed, grooming the horses, cleaning the stables. Try not get kicked by Roscoe."

You smiled at his joke. You knew Roscoe was one of the more temperamental horses in the stables and could be unpredictable in mood. Over the past few weeks Oscar had regaled you with anecdotes about Roscoe that made you cackle with laughter - such as the time Roscoe had unknowingly escaped from the paddock and Oscar had found him eating carrots in the vegetable garden. You still giggle to yourself  whenever you eat carrots, remembering the tale.

You relished the way Oscar told stories, how he was able to recreate the entertaining scenarios he had witnessed through his use of words and comical gestures. You found his voice soothing and calming, and sometimes you felt as though you could fall asleep listening to him speak.

"How's your ankle doing?"

"All better, back to normal." Oscar pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "When the guys return from this mission I'll be going back on duty."

"Oh," you whispered. "I almost forgot you were a patrolman."

Oscar chuckled. "Yeah, it's a been a while since I was on shift. But these guys who went out there - they are heroes. They'll need a break after what they went through."

When silence fell upon you both once again, you found your gaze wandering back to Oscar. His attention was focused on a scrap of paper - a list of supplies he was writing. You secretly studied his profile - the prominence of his nose, the thickness of his unruly hair, the structure of his face that was somehow a perfect balance of masculinity and elegance. You knew Oscar was beautiful but in that very moment you were able to really look at him and appreciate just how alluring he was. You wondered what Oscar looked like without his facial hair - you liked it on him but you guessed he was probably even more attractive without it.

He was older than you and had no partner, no family.

Why is he still single?

"Oscar." You murmured. You found the delicate, almost sensual lilt of your own voice surprising,

"Hmm?" Oscar looked up to meet your gaze. His eyebrows were raised slightly, curious.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Oscar's eyes momentarily widened in surprise at the question. He then gave you a small smile, one that did not reach his eyes. It was one born of fortitude, a pretense that was hiding something sad buried deep within the vessel of his ribcage where his heart sat. You knew that kind of smile all too well.

"I guess it is difficult to find someone you connect with on an intimate kind of level," he admits quietly. "I'm not sure if I would be so lucky to have that in my lifetime, after the outbreak."

You opened your mouth to speak but found no words to formulate a response. You could never imagine the heartbreak of losing a spouse, but you were sure that it was a similar kind of pain to the one of losing your mother and father. Your parents - the mere thought of them squeezed your heart so tightly that it felt like it would burst. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

"Oh," was all you could manage lamely.

Another short silence before Oscar spoke.

"And you?" He questioned gently.

You couldn't meet his eyes. The moment was too intense, too intimate. You couldn't speak the truth even if you wanted to. How could you articulate just how lonely your heart had been for so many years, how you fell for a man so much older than you, someone who wanted to dominate your life without giving you what you needed and yearned for the most? You couldn't even admit it to your closest girlfriends. Admitting the reality of your private life to Oscar seemed absurd, impossible.

"Me too, I guess," was all you could mumble in reply.

"I figured you'd have plenty of people around here to choose from," Oscar murmured.

"Why would you figure that?" You laughed half heartedly, both bemused and feeling awkward.

"Come on," Oscar chides you lightheartedly.  "You're beautiful - gorgeous, even. And you're well read, you're kind, you actually care about everyone else around you. You're a dream."

You know you're blushing wildly at his words. No one has ever complimented you or praised you so openly or directly before, not even Joel. You could feel a glowing kind of warmth flow and course throughout your tummy all the way up to your chest.

You were quiet as your brain processed his accolades, but Oscar must have mistake your silence for discomfort, and it was then his turn to be bashful.

"Shit. I'm sorry," Oscar babbled. "I hope that wasn't too much, like I hope I didn't make make you feel uncomfortable. I was just, you know, just--"

"It's okay," you whisper, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. You found his self consciousness endearing. In an uncharacteristic and bold move, you touched his forearm and gave it a small reassuring squeeze. "It's fine Oscar, really. Thank you."

The rest of the afternoon passed by uneventfully with you and Oscar focusing on the tasks you needed to complete. The words of his praise echoed in your head throughout your shift. That swirl of elation continued to swim inside your belly and distract you from finishing your work quicker. Why did his compliments have such an effect on you? You couldn't really understand why, but all you knew was that it felt good.

••••••

After locking up the library and venturing home, Oscar couldn't stop thinking about you and what he said about you being a dream. He sounded like a loser. He felt like a loser. Like a kid with a school yard crush.

And that was the problem. Over the past few weeks of working with you and getting to know you better, he had developed something of a crush on you. Well, to be honest, he had felt something for you since the first day he met you, when he first saw your smile and heard your voice. It was something tiny and fragile flickering like a candle flame. And over time it had developed and strengthened into something more solid.

Oscar had tried to extinguish it quickly though. He told himself there wasn't even a remote chance that you could ever feel the same and so there was no use daydreaming about it. No use in imagining you wrapped in his arms on a cold rainy day, or snuggled up in bed next to him as you both read books.

Even if you would never be his, Oscar wanted you to be happy. He knew you hid something underneath that cute smile of yours, something dark and sorrowful that you couldn't let escape. He recognised it but never pushed to know more. Managing his own trauma throughout the years had taught him to always treat others with respect and compassion, and to grant others patience and privacy. If you were ever ready to talk about your feelings, he would be there for you.

You had ignited a desire inside him to nurture and protect you. And so it was with great satisfaction that Oscar had noticed subtle changes in you since you first started working together. He noticed the light shone on your face more often, how the laughter he provoked from you actually reached your eyes. Your appetite slowly increased and you were actually eating more and with more gusto. It was as if you had been denying yourself comfort and gratification for so long, and now you were finally allowing yourself some kind of joy. And it was being reflected in the way you giggled unabashedly, how you threw sarcastic quips at him, how you initiated conversation so easily now, as if you two had known each other for years.

When you touched his arm, had established that first point of physical contact, Oscar felt like he was floating. He had wanted to brush the strands of hair from your face and kiss your soft lips. He wanted to gather you in his arms and-

No. No. He shouldn't be thinking about it. He couldn't think about it.

Oscar knew it was best that he resign himself to just being a good friend and a good work colleague. Because you deserved to be cared for and respected and loved. And fuck, whoever you ended up falling in love with would be the luckiest bastard in this world, even if you would never believe so.

It was just after nightfall when the patrol team came trotting through the huge gates of Jackson on their horses. They had been gone for almost four and a half weeks. A month of tracking, stalking and hunting the band of raiders that had been spotted near Jackson. The mission had culminated in several skirmishes between the groups until eventually the raiders were all wounded and killed. All of the patrolmen returned to Jackson safely with only a few injuries between them. The worst of the injuries was endured by Tommy, who had been struck with a bullet in his upper left arm. The group had tended to the wound as best as they could, creating makeshift bandages and changing the dressing every few days.

You had just finished eating dinner with Kate, Rhi and Jess when you heard faint cheers and whistles float through the mess hall doors. A crowd of townsfolk had congregated around the guarded gates of Jackson to welcome the band of fatigued heroes back home.

Not one to miss out of any kind of excitement, Rhi proposed you all go and see the event unfold. Jess and Kate were quick to agree to the idea, but truthfully you didn't share their enthusiasm. An inexplicable feeling of overwhelm and nervousness had suddenly overtaken you.

Yes, you missed Joel and wanted him back. But now that time had come, the thought of seeing Joel after this long made you jittery and on edge. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You let your friends pull you away from the dining table, through the mess hall doors and out into the cool night. Their exuberant voices trilled around you as you all sashayed through the streets towards the Jackson gates. You wrapped your arms around your waist as you walked, regretting the decision not to wear a jacket this evening. The chilly bite of the breeze signified the impending arrival of snowfall, and along with it the association of Christmas, warm fires and hot chocolate.

The atmosphere surrounding the large throng of townspeople was buzzing with energy. Rhi, Jess and Kate were soaking it all in and chatting with eager animation while you surveyed everyone around you. You all agreed to stay a short distance from the edge of the crowd as you were able to see what was happening without being too entrenched in the chaos of the event.

"There, they are there!" Jess squealed. She pointed to the middle of the crowd where a semi circle had been formed around the group of patrolmen.

Standing on your tiptoes you were able to see glimpses of emotional scenes of the return; Tommy and Maria in a tight embrace, Troy's wife and children clutching onto his shirt as he hugged them all, the town doctor examining an injury to one of the men's temple.

But were was Joel?

Your eyes darted around the area in search of him.

Where are you, Joel?

You were started to panic, different possibilities running through your mind in a distressed blur.

What if he had an accident? Was he wounded? Did he get left behind? What if an infected got him?

And then your eyes finally landed on him, his head of dishevelled salt and pepper hair identifying him from the rest of the men. You couldn't see his face clearly but it was him.

He was standing by his horse. Ellie was hugging him with her face pressed into his middle. His arms were around her. Thank God, it was him.

You exhaled a silent breath of relief.

He was home and safe.

••••••

The next day was torturous. You were thankful that you had a teaching shift at the school, otherwise you would've probably spent your whole day pacing your home or cleaning obsessively, doing anything to occupy your mind as you waited.

You had finished up teaching your class and returned straight home to clean. Once your cottage had been sufficiently tidied, swept and scrubbed, you showered and washed your hair with a sweet green apple scented shampoo, a luxury item sold at one of the boutiques in town that you allowed yourself to indulge in.

You hadn't even realised that you had not eaten lunch. You ended up forgoing dinner at the mess hall aswell, staying home instead to absentmindedly chew an apple and drink a cup of tea.

You sat on the couch with a book that night, unable to properly focus on the words infront of you and rereading the same lines, when the knock came. You jolted up from the couch and sprang to the front door. When you opened it the light of your living room lamp projected a strip of illumination onto the dark of your porch.

It was him.

Joel was standing at your door, leaning forward with a forearm up against your doorframe. The thumb of his other hand was hooked through the belt loop of his jeans. His stance exuded a thrilling mix of self assurance and bold masculinity that made you feel slightly dazed. His proximity, coupled with his height and posture, felt so imposing; however it was mostly because of his eyes that you felt so caught off guard.

Those large dark brown eyes, like puppy dog eyes, staring down at you intently, something akin to worry reflected in his orbs. Although you had expected his visit eventually, you were unprepared for just how delicious Joel looked.

Appearing as handsome as ever, infront of you once again after so many weeks apart, a fantasy materialised into reality. He looked well rested after having finally slept in a comfortable bed. He was freshly showered and wearing a clean pair of jeans and a green flannel shirt. His hair was combed and slicked back in that way you found so fucking sexy.

"Hi, baby," he murmured, the timber of his Texan drawl causing your inner thighs to clench together.

You realised you had been holding your breath.

"Hi, Joel," you whispered back with a breathy exhale. Your heart was galloping in your chest. You were so intimidated by his towering figure that you were frozen in place, your eyes mesmerised by him.

"Gonna let me in, sugar?" Joel smirked.

You nodded wordlessly and stepped to the side so he could enter into your cottage. You quickly closed the door and fumbled to lock it, the anxiety coursing throughout your body making you feel clumsy and foolish. You followed him into your living room and clasped your hands behind your back to hide their slight shaking.

Joel stood in the middle of your living room and watched you stop just a few feet away from him. He scanned over your body brazenly, drinking in the sight of you in your oversized sweater and short pyjama bottoms, his fists curling and uncurling as they hung a the sides of his body.

"W-welcome home," you managed to say, your voice breathless.

Joel acknowledged your greeting with a curt nod. His eyes flickered from your bare legs up to your face. It was as if you were on display for him, like a dish being served to a starving man, and if you had to be honest to yourself, it made you feel both uneasy and aroused.

"Did-did you see what Ellie and I made for you?" You asked hopefully, desperate to fill the silence that stifled the room. "The cake?"

"I did."

You waited for him to say something more but he didn't. He was still gazing at you with his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw ticking, as if he were deep in contemplation. His eyes betrayed none of what he was thinking.

The air in the room was thick and you felt more and more self conscious as the silence dragged on. After what seemed like forever, you were about to open your mouth and speak when Joel cut you off.

"Told you I'd come back for ya," he stated matter of factly.

"Yes, you did," you agreed in a small whisper.

"Ellie knows about us," Joel stated abruptly. "Said she wants us to be together."

"Oh," you said quietly. And then, a little more louder, "and what did you say back?'

"I told her when the timin's right, we are gonna be a family." Joel answered you, his expression and tone serious and calm.

Your brain took a second to register his words, the significance of what he said not quite sinking in. Your mouth fell open, speechless.

Did Joel really just say you'd all be a family? Was he actually admitting that he wanted you? When you had confessed wanting a relationship with Joel on the night of the town dance, he had rejected you, hadn't he? Your mind had replayed Joel's cruel words so many times since then. Surely you weren't mistaken ?

All you could do was shake your head in confusion. Joel's eyes narrowed at you, a glint of darkness briefly flashing in his brown eyes.

"What you shakin' your head for, little girl?" Joel murmured, his voice calm but punctuated with a hint of irritated displeasure.

"Going to be a family, Joel? But, it's just, you said..."

The pain in your voice was evident as tears of shame welled along the rim of your eyes. You took a deep breath and exhaled, gathering the courage to repeat the hurtful words he had spoken to you.

"You said we weren't anything more than...just sex." You mumbled pathetically. "I thought you didn't want me."

"Now darlin', that ain't what I said," Joel corrected you firmly but not unkindly, as if you were a child he was trying to teach something to. "You're mine. Told you so many times. What makes you think I'd ever let you go, let someone else have ya?"

You stared at him in puzzlement. "But Joel, you said you didn't want me--"

He held up his hand to signal you to stop talking. "You misunderstood me. Didn't say nothin' about not wantin' you. You didn't let me finish."

"Oh," you mumble meekly. You brushed away your spilled tears with a flick of your fingertips. You felt ridiculous.

"I want you, babydoll." Joel continued resolutely. "Want all of you."

The admission that you had been yearning for for so long made your stomach flip. It felt so good to hear him say those words, to know he wanted you, to feel wanted. You bit back a smile of relieved elation and willed yourself not to interrupt him again, forcing yourself to stay silent to wait for him to finish explaining.

"But I don't like everybody in town knowin' my business. Just cause I live here don't mean I trust anyone. I didn't survive this far in this godforsaken world because I trust people."

Okay, you could understand his point. Joel had alot more life experience than you, and certainly more experience with surviving the horrors of the apocalypse in the wild. It made sense that he didn't readily trust other people, that he wouldn't want to share his personal life with anyone.

"You understand what I'm sayin'?" Joel asked sternly, narrowing his eyes at you.

You nodded quickly in confirmation. "Yes, Joel."

"Good. I've come to learn that some folk don't like seein' others happy."

You had never seen Joel speak this earnestly before, his voice quiet and soft. His beautiful brown eyes were focused on yours almost hypnotically. It was completely beguiling.

"They see somethin' they don't have and so they wanna spoil it. Seen people do bad things to destroy another's happiness."

"That's horrible," you utter.

"Mmhm," Joel nods in agreement. "And I don't want that to happen to you and me. Don't want noone tryin' to interfere with what we got, and the less people know our business, the better."

You agree. Ofcourse you wanted to be happy with Joel. Ofcourse you didn't want someone else to ruin the special relationship you two had.

Joel approached you with deliberate steps, his boots heavy on the creaky wooden floor of your living room, his eyes still glued to yours. Your skin was prickling with goosebumps in anticipation of being close to him after so long, to finally feel his touch that you had been craving for the last month. You bit your bottom lip and watched him cross the space towards you, the dim lamp light casting dancing shadows along his face that somehow just accentuated his handsome features.

"You wanna be with me then you gotta listen to what I say," he continued. "I wanna protect you, and not just from infected and raiders. Gotta keep you safe from people with bad intentions, too. But you gotta be a good girl."

His words, spoken in that smooth Texan drawl, made your pussy tingle. Joel stood close to you now, so close you could smell his usual sandalwood scent mixed with soap on his skin. You stared at him with doe eyes, completely entranced by him. He took your chin inbetween his thumb and forefinger and leaned down to press a tender kiss onto your lips. Your knees felt weak and your body instantly melted against his chest.

He pulled back just enough so that his lips hovered over yours. "There's gotta be rules, baby. My rules. You wanna be my good girl?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yes, daddy, I do."

Joel snaked his arm around your waist and splayed his hand over your back to press you firmly against his torso. He leaned back in to kiss you once more. Your arms stretched up to wrap around his neck as you let his tongue lick over your bottom lip and slip into your mouth to meet your own tongue.

Joel's large palm cupped your cheek and his breath intermingled with yours. Your tongues rolled together with increasingly passionate strokes. You were quickly becoming consumed by his familiar smell and taste, as if his presence had awakened a primal need in you that had been starved for far too long. Joel must have felt the same because you could feel his hard cock straining under his jeans and press into your belly. 

Joel eventually broke away from the kiss to growl breathlessly, "fuck, I missed your sweet lips, babygirl."

You exhaled a small noise of satisfaction, something between a giggle and a hum. Joel's hand shifted down you back and groped your ass. His thumb stroked your jaw and he nuzzled his nose against the corner of your mouth. 

"Me too, Joel," you said softly.

Joel's lips shifted down to press gentle kisses along your jawline, slowly trailing down to your neck. His moustache tickled lightly against your skin and made you giggle. You ran your fingers through the crown of his curls and hummed with contented pleasure.

"I missed this," you sighed. "I missed you, Joel."

Joel licked at your pulse point before softly biting the skin there, eliciting a moan from you.

"Me too, sugar," he whispered into the crook of your neck. "All I thought about when I was away."

"Really?" You whispered back breathlessly.

"Bet your sweet little ass," Joel rasped.

His hand on your ass squeezed and massaged your flesh hungrily. He wedged his thigh inbetween your legs as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, and the friction of material against your clit was making you wet with arousal. You moaned and tilted your head to the side, your body becoming pliant and relaxed as the pleasurable sensations overtook you.

Joel's mouth detached from your neck to growl into the shell of your ear. "Couldn't stop thinkin' about that sweet little cunt and how wet she gets for me, how good she looks wrapped around my cock."

His words inflame a feral desire for him to be inside you, making your pussy clench around nothing and your hips rock against his instinctively. His hand moves down from your face and gropes your breast through your sweatshirt.

"Joel," you moan and tug lightly at his hair. "Want it so bad."

"Yeah?" Joel murmurs in your ear, the timbre of his deep voice causing shivers to run up and down your back. "You want my cock, babydoll? Want me to fuck you?"

"Mm-hmm," you hum.

Joel straightens up to look at your face. He smacks your ass hard suddenly, the sting of his palm landing with a loud crack. The impact forces a squeal from your lips and makes you squirm.

"Ow, fuck, Joel!" you whine.

"You know to use your words when you're speakin' with me," he warns sternly. "You gotta tell me what you want, darlin', and I'll give it to ya."

You whimper and nod. "Yes sir."

"Now," he says, more gently, his breath fanning against your face. "What do you want?"

"Want you to fuck me." You purr, smoothing your hands over his flannel shirt, desperate to feel the bare skin of his broad chest. "Please, daddy."

Joel hums in approval and licks at the corner of your mouth. "Take off your shorts and get on the couch. Now."

He releases his hold on your breast and your ass and you pout at the loss of contact. He tips his head toward the couch to signal for you to move. You obey, feeling stupefied by Joel's touch already as you totter the few paces to the couch. You hook your fingers on the band of your sleep shorts and look at him coyly as you slowly push them down your thighs. Joel stands in the centre of the living room and watches you with a wolfish stare. The cast of his shadow on the wall behind him is huge and tall.

"Show me that pretty pussy, show me how fuckin' wet she is for me already," he drawls. One of his hands move to loosely hold his hard cock through the crotch of his jeans.

Your eyes lock on Joel's as you let your sleep shorts fall to the ground, revealing your nakedness underneath, leaving you just in your sweater. You sit down on the couch so that you ass is on the edge of the seat and then spread your legs wide. You tug up the bottom of your sweater so that your pussy is exposed. Joel's eyes travel down to the middle of your parted thighs and lets out a low groan.

"Fuck," he growls. "Open her up, baby, I wanna see everything."

You bring your hands to your pussy and spread your lips, the tips of your fingers catching some of your slick. Your lower half is completely exposed and on display for Joel. He watches you intently, his eyes hooded and dark with lust, his large hand flexing to grip the thick outline of his dick.

"That's it, darlin'," Joel murmurs, "can see how desperate you are for this fuckin' cock. She's soakin' wet already."

Joel steps towards you and crouches down to kneel before you on the hardwood floor, his knees cracking under his weight. He positions himself inbetween your legs and brings his hands to rest on your inner thighs, holding them open so that his face is in line with your bare pussy. Joel's tongue swipes over his plush bottom lip.

"Gotta taste this sweet little pussy first, babydoll."

Joel leans in and places a wet open kiss onto your clit, his tongue warm against your sensitive flesh. A shiver of pleasure trembles through your body and you moan. He repeats the action several times before licking a thick stripe over your clit with the flat of his tongue. Your hands come up to clutch at the curls on his head and your hips rock forward ever so slightly in pursuit of more. Joel laps at the small bundle of nerves languidly as his thick fingers dig into the meat of your inner thighs.

It feels like fucking heaven.

You can feel Joel prodding at your entrance before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you. The mixture of his saliva and your slick make his digits glide smoothly into your pussy. He expertly curls then against your g spot while he eats you, instantly heightening your pleasure. He looks up to watch your reaction; your hands tighten their grasp on his head and you moan wantonly, your toes curling. It doesn't take long for the pressure to reach close to its peak in your lower belly.

Your upper body slumps back into the couch and you tilt your head back to let out long, soft moans of ecstasy. Joel continues licking and sucking your clit leisurely; each movement performed with unhurried yet purposeful strokes that slowly build and twist a coil of intense pleasure inside your loins. He continues this for several minutes, gravelly moans rumbling in his throat that you know are an expression of his own pleasure, his own enjoyment. You love Joel fucking you, love how his thick cock pounds into you, but you really fucking love how he eats your pussy. And it's clear that Joel loves it, too.

"Gonna cum," you pant out between moans. "Daddy, I'm going to cum."

Joel doesn't stop. His mouth maintains the same tempo and pressure as he licks and sucks your clit, all the while stimulating your g spot with his fingers. He has come to know your body so well, knows what makes you squeal or scream or have you begging for more, knows just how long it will take for a certain action to bring you to orgasm, exactly how tender or hard you need him fucking you from the depths of your moans and keening.

Your body soon tenses and your orgasm reaches a crescendo. When you cum, you throw your head back and let out a long, shuddering moan, your thighs quivering by Joel's ears. He helps you ride out the high by gradually slowing his movements, allowing the sensation to draw out without overstimulation.

It is only once your body relaxes and your orgasm dissipates that Joel stops. Your eyes flutter open and you look down at him. Joel sits back on his haunches and pants. You see that his lips and moustache are glistening with your juice. 

"Oh my god, that was amazing," you say with a blissful smile.

Joel stands up from his kneeling position, his knees cracking once again. His gaze is fixated on you as he unbuckles his best and unzips his jeans. You stay half slumped on the couch, reveling in post orgasm exhilaration, the energy sapped from your body.

"What do you say?" Joel asks. His commanding tone is rough and deep with passion.

"Thank you, daddy," you reply breathlessly.

"That's right, babygirl. Now it's time for me to tear that little pussy up." Joel pushes his jeans and underwear down to his meaty thighs. His erection springs out, the head of his cock already wet with precum. "Get up and turn around."

You weakly sit up and turn over to kneel on the couch, somehow managing to obey him despite the sound of blood pounding in your ears and fatigue setting into your body. You shuffle to spread your legs and Joel's hands grab onto your hips to roughly jerk them back so that you are bent forward and your ass sticks out. Once he is satisfied with the position he's manipulated you into, his hands grip your ass cheeks firmly.

"Look at that," he whispers to himself. He pulls them apart, digging his thumbs into the crease of your upper thighs, both your pussy and asshole now lewdly exposed. "Such a dirty little whore, just dyin' to get ruined."

Joel releases one of your ass cheeks to guide the tip of his cock to your wet entrance. He doesn't waste anymore time, quickly sinking it into your hole and thrusting into you smoothly. The stretch has you gasping and moaning loudly, the knock of his hips propelling you forward into the couch. Joel groans as his dick slides deep inside your tight cunt.

"Fuck, that's it," he pants.

He pulls his hips back almost all the way before slamming back into you. You cry out shrilly, the sensation of fullness overwhelming you entirely. Joel does it again and again, holding tightly to your hips while he pounds his cock in and out of you. You're pinned immobile against the couch, trapped by the weight of his strong frame snapping into your body.

"Take it just like that, little bitch." Joel snarls. His fingers dig painfully into your hips.

"F-f-fuuuuck, Joel," you cry loudly.

He increases his pace and begins to fuck you with savage fervour. Your cries and moans intermingle with the filthy sounds of your skin colliding and his heavy balls slapping against your pussy. Joel pants from the exertion, the veins in his neck straining. He stares down at his cock disappearing in and out of your tight heat.

"Who do you belong to, babygirl?" Joel barks out. "Who fuckin' owns this pussy?"

"You, daddy!" You squeal, your fingers curling tightly over the sofa cushion. "Only you."

"That's right," Joel groans, "no one but me."

You feel his cock throbbing just before he cums. He swiftly pulls out and jerks himself as thick ropes of cum shoot over your ass. He grunts and moans as he fists his dick and empties his balls, marking your skin like a territorial animal. You heave deep breathes inbetween small whines, your thighs quaking.

When Joel's finished he yanks your head back by your hair and engulfs your mouth with his, kissing you passionately. He is greedy as he swirls his tongue around yours, as if he's still hungry, still needs to ravage you and swallow you.

In this moment, this sweetly intoxicating instance of physical and emotional intimacy, you feel utterly euphoric. The tangle of disquiet inside your brain had become static once Joel's hands were on your skin, instantly pacifying you and moulding you into something completely docile, like a doll. It was an all consuming state of rapture.

He breaks the kiss and you stare into one another's eyes. He smirks, then you feel his calloused hand rubbing over your ass, smearing his cum over your skin possessively.

"Welcome home," you whisper.

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[pablitogavii]

Can you do one where the reader doesn't know any Spanish and Gavi is trying to teach her?? Like, I think he'd be very impatient at times but also very cute when she messes up and he corrects her 

Good Student

"Vivo cerca de la calle principal.." you read off the page to Pablo who nodded his head smiling at how cute you looked seeking his approval.

"Muy bien, linda. Let's try talking in Spanish now.." he said but you weren't sure if you could really keep up but didn't want to disappoint him so you nodded.

"Ad��nde quieres ir para nuestra cita?" Pablo said too fast and you gave him a pouty look which made him giggle and repeat much more slowly.

"Um..me gusta..un..restaurant?" you said completely forgetting the word and feeling bad about it but Pablo grabbed your hand kissing it lovingly.

"Un restaurante princesa" he said and you nodded chuckling that it was so similar and you still forgot it.

"Si..y tambien..la palícula?" you added and he nodded pulling you closer and nodding his head while kissing the top of yours.

"Que película te gustaría ver amor?" he said while your head was laid in his shoulder and he was playing with your hair gently.

"No sé..um..como se dice 'can you choose please'?" you say looking up at him and he thought it was the most adorable thing that you were asking him to teach you more.

"Puedes elegir por favor porque eres el mejor novio del mundo Pablo?" Pablo said smirking a little when you giggled knowing exactly what that last part meant.

"Eres el mejor?" you smirk and he nods his head proudly leaning down and kissing your lips passionately.

"We both know I'm the best princesa!" Pablo winked and you giggled into the kiss blushing a little when you felt his strong arms envelop your body and pull you closer.

"You're getting so strong Pablito" you touch his flexed biceps and he smirks feeling proud that all of his hard work is starting to show and that you liked it. Bulking not only made him feel stronger but also proud to be able to protect you from everything.

"How do you say strong en Español amorcito? Huh?" he said letting you touch his arms but you just couldn't get the word to come to your mind knowing that you've learned it a few days back.

"Um..I know it..it's right at the top of my tongue.." you tried really hard but couldn't remember looking up at him and shaking your head.

"Fuerte amor! I've taught you that yesterday! How did you forget?" he said and you nuzzle your face into his neck feeling bad that you didn't remember it thinking you disappointed him.

"I'm sorry Pablito.." you whine and he kissed the top of your head moving a little and placing his hand on your chin raising it up to look at him as he smiled.

"It's alright mi amor..learning a new language isn't easy and you're doing so well..you're such a good student" he said kissing your forehead and you smile.

"Mm maybe you can teach me something else mi novio fuerte..?" you smirk kissing his neck and he takes the hint chuckling and grabbing your thighs and making you straddle his lap while pulling you into the kiss.

"Mm maybe I could?" he smirked into the kiss standing up with your in his arms and walking towards your shared bedroom while you both giggled kissing.

[aneyef0raheart]

𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

Good and disaster :D

You and Gojo were both teachers in Jujutsu High, you had something to do with him. Something that makes him mad whenever you're around, at least it looks like it. Everytime you're in the teachers lounge, he walks away and heads outside. You would always think when would you guys ever be colleagues or friends.

There was a time you didn't expect would happen. You were out to get a cold drink from the vending machine disposing the coins in the coin slot until Satoru came across, he didn't walk away or do anything... Just standing right behind you. A bead of sweat ran down your neck, Satoru tried hard not to laugh of how nervous you are. He leaned over to your ear and whispered "I'll make sure my can go in that coin slot, make sure it fits for me." Right after he said that, the can dispensed and you immediately reached down to grab it out of the dispenser, until you could even put your hand in it, Satoru's hand pushed you onto the vending machine pinning you onto there, you could feel it pressing against you by how close he is to you. "What the hell..." You stated. "Yeah what the hell.. Why am I doing this, probably because I give you those looks for how hot you look I couldn't resist..."

He smiled behind you. "I'll spare you until lessons are done." He took a step back letting his hands off you. You stood there speechless as he walks off to his students outside the field training. Satoru stopped walking and turned to you "Your students are waiting for you... Y/N. Quit staring off to space and head off to your scholars dear.." He grins and continued walking. You shook your head and went out the opposite door, you took multiple breathes and mental advices which did not work. You walk into your classroom trying to act normal. While you were teaching about domains, you tried writing on the board but instead you broke the chalk. "M-miss..? Are you okay..?" A student asked, you turned to look at them with a flushed face "I'm no- I'm fine... You know what, class is over." You imediantally stepped out class and headed outside to take a break leaning against the fence.

You came across Satoru again which made your thoughts even worse, you looked back at him then to the view Infront of you. You clicked your tongue just by the presence of him until he grabs your wrist and makes you look directly at him. "I'm taking you home, you don't feel well." He drags you with him to his car "Hey! I didn't agree with you idiot!" He rolls his eyes and shoves you in the passenger seat. Satoru gets inside the driver's seat and starts the car engine, without a thought he takes off.

"Call me an idiot and I'll... Gosh nevermind."

"I don't even know you much why are you... Taking me home.."

"But I do, and my home... actually." He smirks and eyes you from the corner of his eyes while he's also focused on the road. "I'll do you good and get you some food first yeah?" He stops at a red light. "Uhm.. Sure... I guess I'll have ice cream mochi..."

"Great!" Satoru curled a light smile from his lips. You guys arrived at a corner store and parked it at the front, you both walk in but you had Satoru grabbing your hand like you'll go somewhere, which you may have thought of. He buys a bowl of Buldak noodles for himself and your mochi ice cream next to the checkout counter. You guys arrived to his house, it felt really weird to be in someone's house you barely knew. You were wondering what he meant by 'but I do'. "Is he stalking me!?" You said out loud. Satoru was silent for a moment and laughed "Your thoughts are pretty loud." While his snack boils he walks towards you from the living room and leans against the couch behind you where you are sitting. He looks down at you and you look up at him. "You should be my girlfriend by now." He said without hesitation "You should be dead by now." You added onto it, he raises his eyebrows and chuckled "Must've gotten the wrong girl. I like your attitude." He smirks and leans from the couch to kiss you in the lips, he pulls away as he almost forgot about the noodles. "Shit." He ran to the kitchen and pulls the pit away from the stove and turns it off. You wiped your lips from the kiss but... You kind of liked it... No, you loved it. His lips were soft. And he acts like a tsundere which turned you on a bit.

After he was done you followed him to his room, there was a TV and saw Satoru already sitting on his bed with the remote. You sat down next to him opening the packet of your mochi ice cream. He picked out a love movie, of course. It was called "Horimiya" You we're glad he had such good taste you even wondered what his music is like. During the movie only 20 minutes in, you finished your snack and didn't realize Satoru leaning on your shoulder. He sighed and looked at you starting to get impatient, he's already finished his noodles next to his end table and sat up again. He turned off the movie and looked at you with a straight face. "Lay down." "Wait... What." He groaned and pulled your legs down and sat on you. He leaned in and kissed you on the neck, soon it started getting sloppy. You covered your mouth not to make a sound but he didn't allow it and pinned both hands onto the sheets. He moved one hand to your waist, than hips, finally to your thighs picking it up. You felt his touch and started to shiver, you weren't the type of person to moan unless...

He was wearing pajama sweats which made his hard ass visible. He lifted you up and ran his hands under your shirt with one hand on your back than to the back of your neck. After a few minutes of the sound of you shivering and whimpering he pulled away leaving love marks on you. "Damn... Why look at you." He grabbed one of your hands to make you touch the top of his head as a sign to play with them. Without a thought he felt your hands run through strands of his hair. He had a sensitive head which made him whine a bit but that's what he wanted. He leaned forward to your chest and moved you back to the board of his bed. Why's he being a softy all of a sudden? Didn't he want to break your legs or something a while back? I guess he didn't mean tha-

He lifts half of your shirt putting his head inside of it, your shirt pulled down and covered his entire head top to the back of his head. You felt him removing your distracting bra and his cold hands on one of them. "M- Toru' don't do that!" It seems like your hands didn't answer that, instead it pushed him forward. His hands were all over you, it felt like 100 hands all over you but it was only his 2 hands moving around. "Gojo you fucking asshole." You gave in and rested your head on the board of the bed. He pulls his head away leaving saliva all over your chest. "Why do you have to be so warm..." You questioned him "Everyone has a warm mouth." He slightly lift the corner of his lips into a small smirk. A few seconds he started groaning holding onto his cock. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkk..." He pulls you by your collar, he imediantally pulls his sweat band halfway down and replaces it with your mouth.

His hands were pulling your hair so you wouldn't back up. You tried speaking which made it worse for Satoru sending vibrates to his entire body making him shiver and a flushed face appeared onto his face "Stop trying... To... Talk..." He groaned. Your saliva started dripping down. His whole length inside of your mouth. Soon enough he sighed and slightly moaned with a load coming out of him. "Y-you better swallow the entire thing..." You didn't even need to swallow, the whole thing already went down your throat making you choke. He finally lets go of you, soon enough you started coughing and choking gasping for air. He pulls you closer again for you to sit on his lap while his cock in between you guys. "Sorry I had to do that..." "Shut up..." His hands moved to your hips then the bottom of your thighs grabbing your ass. Both of his thumbs were about to pull your sweats down.

"I seriously need more of your body Y/N..." He turned you around and slammed you head to the side of the mattress. He had your pants halfway removed and had your back arched. He imediantally puts it in "Now you'll feel how hard I am once I get even harder when I'm inside you." He leans forward which made your walls stretch and created noises and whimpers from you.

"Ahh, now I get it. You only do that when it's actually in you. Take that as a note." "J-just shut up and take me already... I don't want to hear your comments..."

[kelloggsenthusiast]

requesting a fic about our physics teacher😍😘 ;) extra smutty!!!!!!!!! can he also say something a long the lines of "I don't see effervescence but you are definitely about to combust" thanks xxx

_sports Capt.

I am so sincerely sorry.

After hours

Teacher faceclaim: Cillian Murphy

Cw: atrocious smut.

A/N: don't go fuck your teachers guys.

This is the point of no return.

The tensions in the lab was palpable. You had come to him for help on one particular physics question that you had been struggling with for the longest time. You needed to cover all grounds with finals around the corner.

Or at least that's the excuse you gave everyone. The truth is, you've had a crush on your physics teacher since the tenth grade.

You knew it was wrong- he was you teacher. He had a wife and a daughter in the grade below.. but you'd be damned if you were graduating without doing something about this uncontrollable desire for him.

"are you paying attention?" He asks when he notices that you've zoned out.

"yeah, of course," you lie without stuttering. Your eyes flicker to his and you notice him looking at you with lust. But it's gone so quickly that you doubt that it was even there in the first place.

"so it works on the principal of thermionic emission..." He says before your mind trails off again. You stare at his lips as he explains. You wondered many times how they would taste, if you could just-

"y/n," he calls. "You and I know you're not here for me to teach you anything. At least nothing school related."

You smirk. Took him long enough.

"so will you teach me what I came here to learn, Jacob?" You ask. Without hesitation, he grabs your neck and presses a heated kiss to your lips.

"this will get both of us into so much trouble," he says between kisses. "But I can't help but want the trouble that comes with you."

You let out a breathy moan as his free hand grabs your breast and starts massaging it. You grip his shirt and kiss him back with all your might, tasting your own cherry flavored lipgloss on his lips.

His hand trails lower and goes under your gray skirt, crumpling your uniform. His fingertips brush against your pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure though your body.

"you're not even wearing panties? How long have you planned this out for?" He mocks as his fingers slip between your folds, stroking your warm, wet cunt. You moan.

"you're trouble y/n," he growls before turning you and bending you over the table. He lifts your skirt to reveal you glistening pussy to him.

"look at how wet you are, you needy slut," he growls as he pushes his middle finger and ring finger into you. The cold metal of his wedding ring causes your body to jolt with an additional layer of sick, twisted pleasure.

The headmaster could walk in at any moment, or his daughter. But that only added more fuel to this fire in your stomach.

His hand suddenly comes down on your ass with an Almighty smack. the pain quickly vanishes, leaving pleasure in its wake.

"please sir," your whimper, like a bitch in heat.

"please what? What do you want me to do for you, y/n?" He asks as he begins to glide his fingers in and out of your slick pussy.

"fuck me, please," you moan. "Need you inside me, right now."

"anything for my best student," he says before taking his fingers out of you. You hear him undo his pants and the next thing you feel is his long, think member pressing against your full ass.

He lines his throbbing member up with your soaking entrance and presses the tip against you, making you release a needy moan.

"please, sir," you beg. "Fill me up, please."

Your wish is his command as immediately the words leave your mouth, your pussy is filled balls deep with his thick, girthy shaft.

Without warning, he begins to pound relentlessly into you. You begin to moan out loud,not caring about all the noise you were making.

"if you don't shut up right now, y/n, I'm going to stop immediately," he grunts into your ear as he adjusts his angle, hitting you g-spot with every thrust of his hips.

You begin to gyrate your hips against his with every thrust of his cock, tightening the knot in your stomach.

His ruts get faster and he brings one of his hands to your front to flick your clit, adding more and more pressure with every thrust.

That is what send you over the edge.

You feel your orgasm from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. You had been holding back for so long that it felt good to finally cum all over the cock you had been dreaming about for the last three years.

He came soon after you did, pumping your pussy full of his white, heavy load. Some of it leaked out when he pulled away from you, but he quickly scooped it up with and fingered it back into you, making you shiver at the sensation.

"this never happened, y/n, am I clear?" He says after fixing himself up.

"yes sir," you whisper, still discomposed.

Like you would ever tell.

Sorry iwas unable to use the prompt. It was already unserious as it was😭

- sadie

Taglist: @pepsfootstool-69 @rockstarnk

[fearecia]

Putting this in a pinned post to make it easy to find/share. We all know how Tumblr is about things (and to be fair, I'm terrible and inconsistent as hell with tags).

Link to the "shoulder release" document:

Notes about this guide:

This is a WIP, and still very much in the rough draft phase. Please forgive typos/errors. I literally haven't done a single edit yet.

The document focuses on releasing shoulders as a way to treat neck tension and migraines. Seriously, just trust me. It helps.

Carpal tunnel? Tennis elbow? Golfer's elbow? AC (acromioclavicular) joint injury? Rotator cuff problems? Tight upper back? Sporadic numbness in your arm? Seriously, just try the muscles already listed. You'll likely find at least some relief. Like, if it involves the upper body, release your shoulders.

I've done my best to make this able to be understood by people without massage training. So if it seems like it's covering really "obvious" info, that's intentional. Just skip the section if you already know things.

A lot of massage therapists may balk at me telling you to dig around in your own armpit. We're taught in school to avoid the area. Why? Because there's a crap ton of nerves and blood vessels there. *Which is precisely why releasing this area is so powerful.* There's also a ton of muscle (on yes, basically everybody) here that will protect all those structures. It's honestly really safe so long as you stick to "In pain, refrain!" And read the other rules too.

90% of the time, the culprit is one of the four muscles listed (or any combination of them). If you are someone who exercises a lot/does yoga/is otherwise pretty physically active, you are more likely to fall into the 10% of people who will have their issue somewhere else/it will just be really hard to find. So bear that in mind.

Sadly, this sort of thing will probably never be a "one and done" type of deal. Most of the things we do every day steadily build up to cause problems, and you have to constantly work to undo that entropy. So save these notes for future you.

And just in case you want to know what the hell qualifies me to make this sort of document, here are my "quals."

My first career attempt was nursing. While this did not go well (doctors don't really appreciate autistic students willing to question their authority) I learned a shit ton about the body. I became a student teacher for the anatomy and physiology class because I was so good at it (and that professor used to teach the pre-med students). A&P is now literally one of my special interests.

8 years as a licensed massage therapist focused exclusively on injury therapy. I studied Rolfing techniques, and primarily used trigger point therapy, structural integration, and myofascial release as my tools. Clients liked to joke that going to see me was like seeing the physical therapist (they weren't wrong).

Some of the stuff I share is literally self taught through "following the tension" in clients bodies. Like, I developed some of my protocols. And then practiced and refined them over 100s of bodies. The goal was always the most efficient and least painful way to achieve lasting release.

I eventually destroyed my shoulder doing massage (which was injured long before this career due to an AC joint sprain gotten when I was 20). Bonus, this means I'm *very* practiced at releasing my own shoulders.

I'm now a mechanical engineer, which just means I now have the engineering knowledge to understand to the force transferrence patterns I saw in clients all the time. Kinesiology is the same thing as statics and dynamics.

Hopefully that helps put perspective into things. I'll update this post as new versions of the document come out. I have a ton on my plate right now (who am I joking; I always have a ton on my plate), so please be patient waiting for updates.

[sexycurlyfry]

shower w/nanami kento <3

-MINORS DNI and please dont repost anywhere with out permission, comments and criticisms are appreciated cause this is the first time i've ever tried writing my own smut

-smut, established relationship, cussing, masterbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, love making, nipple play, hickeys, slight overstim, pet names, if i missed anything let me know

enjoy <3

You instantly feel the hot steam hit your bare shoulders, the shower on the high pressure setting, massaging your neck and back as you stand there exhausted after a long day of work. You work at Jujutsu High, teaching and caring for your many rambunctious students who always leave you drained by the end of the day, even though you love them. Your thoughts start drifting from your students to your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, whom you absolutely love with your whole heart. He's  working late which you know he absolutely despises, something he says quite often is that work is shit, and you cant help but full heartedly agree. You also know however, that theres only one thing on his mind when he comes home this late, and that's you. So you're purposely showering and getting yourself ready because he's the type of man with ridiculous stamina, who always ends up fucking you perfectly for hours on end. He always knows just how you want it, and he's always willing to give. You start to think about his hands caressing your face and pulling you in for kisses, kissing your cheeks, the bridge of your nose that's covered in freckles of many shades, your forehead, telling you how beautiful you are, before trailing his hands down from your cheeks, to the back of your neck and further, his fingertips lightly brushing over your spine, his touch feeling almost electric, sending hot shivers across your whole body. Thinking about him always makes you so fucking wet and needy for him, and the thought of him needy for you after working overtime only adds to the feeling of wanting him right now. You unhook the shower head from the wall, still leaving it on the high pressure setting, and slowly position it in between your legs, your chest and face leaning against the wall, ass sticking out, back arching, and legs spread wide enough for the hot stream of water that's aimed directly on your clit, making you moan instantly. You think about it being Nanami's tongue and fingers, working in and out of your dripping pussy, hitting that sweet spot deep inside, while his lips stay attached to your clit, sucking fervently and with enough pressure to leave you in a hazy, fucked out state. You're too much of a moaning mess, unable to hear the front door open and then close. 

"Sweetheart, I'm home! Where are you?"

Nanami sets his bag down and hangs up his black suit jacket on the coat rack. He loosens his favorite animal print tie and walks into the the living room looking for you. When he doesn't see you in the living room, he checks the kitchen, thinking you might be up getting snacks, one of your favorite things to do at night. He loves to surprise you with kisses as soon as he gets in the door, where you're usually waiting for him. When he doesn't see you in the kitchen, he stops to listen and realizes that the shower is running. Doing his absolute best not to disturb you, he walks up the stairs, footsteps sounding light against the carpeted steps, still so quiet you can't hear him. When he reaches your shared bedroom at the top of the stairs, he slowly opens the door and secretly starts getting things ready. He makes the bed with the white silk sheets, dimming the lights, lighting delectable smelling candles, warm vanilla and honey, and sprinkles white and red rose petals on your bed from the flowers he bought for you on his way home. He knows just how to get you in the mood. After all the prep work, he takes his tie all the way off, slipping it over his head, and proceeds to unbutton his blue button up shirt, leaving him in just his tan slacks and belt. Nanami takes off his belt next, putting it away in his drawers, as well as unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off, now just in his very sexy, black Calvin Klein boxers. His dick twitching as he imagines all the scenarios of how tonight is gonna go. He, still quietly, walks over to the bathroom door and opens it to let you know that he's home, still thinking about all the things he's gonna do to you, all the things he loves doing, when he stops dead in his tracks. 

"Holy fuck, y/n", he thinks out loud. The sight of you through the clear glass shower door was unbelievably divine. God, if only you knew what you're doing to him. He feels himself harden, his gorgeous, thick cock straining in his pants, begging to be taken care of, seeing the hot water trailing down your body gracefully, clinging to you, droplets falling from your nipples in the most beautiful way. You look absolutely ravishing and oh god does he want to ravish you. You're still... occupied, and not noticing him there, turning into a moaning, incoherent, mess right in front of Nanami's eyes, so much so that he cant take it any longer. You look over because you hear the door squeak open, and sure enough, it's your absolutely beautiful boyfriend, who got you feeling this way in the first place. Now seeing him, you decide to tease him, looking directly at his face with the prettiest expression, your eyes begging him to join you, begging for him to take care of you. He quickly slips off his boxers and discards them to the floor, his very exquisite cock springing free from it's confines, your mouth watering at the sight. 

"May I join you?" He asks, with a smirk on his face, already knowing what your answer is going to be. "Please" you whine, sounding desperate for his touch. He slides the shower door open and steps in, immediately closing it behind him, you feel the body heat radiating off him, making your face flush by just how close he is to you.

"Then put the shower head back up on the wall and I'll give you something better"

You follow his command very willingly, fully wanting exactly what he's offering. His hands cup your cheeks and pull your face into his, his full, red lips peppering kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, your nose, you blush profusely, in awe of his adoration, before his lips finally crash into yours, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. Lips and tongues moving in tandem, fitting perfectly together, like you're made for each other. His hands sliding all over what he can reach, touching you everywhere, your lower back, the curve of your hips, your ass, then around to your stomach and up to your nipples, lightly tugging and pinching them between his slender fingers, making you arch your back and press further against him, desperate to feel more. Your pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second.

He reaches over and turns off the shower before picking you up, grabbing you by your ass, legs hooked around his muscular back, your wet core pressed directly against his taut abs. He opens the shower door and slowly starts walking with you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, before laying you down gently, back against the mattress. You ask, "You did all of this for me?", noticing all the preparations he did while you were 'showering'. He climbs on top of you, legs straddling your hips, slightly pinning you to the bed. While looming over you, he leans down and breathes into your neck, "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.", in the sexiest, huskiest, voice you've ever heard in your life, the words going straight to your dripping pussy. He starts trailing kisses all across your neck before sucking dark marks onto your jaw, and then trailing them downwards to your prominent collarbones, a long lasting reminder that you're his and no one else's. He leans down again, face close enough to yours that you want to shove your lips onto his until you feel his hot breath by your ear as he says, "How far do you want to take things tonight? Because I'm really in the mood to devour you and leave your beautiful, thick thighs shaking, and your hips unable to help you walk. Would you be okay with that? You aren't too tired?" You see him smirking, he knows you already love that idea, and oh how he loves to tease you. "Yes please", you just about moan out, and as soon as those words leave your mouth, he's back to trailing kisses down from your collarbones to your chest, kissing all around your nipples before finally putting one in his mouth, lightly sucking and swirling his tongue around in circles in the most pleasant way possible. He switches back and forth between the two, paying equal attention to both, and making both just as hard and sensitive as he is. Once Nanami is satisfied with how desperate and turned on you are, he continues down even further, littering your sensitive stomach with kisses and marks, making you moan out his name and praises, begging him to continue. 

"Please Kento... I love you. You're so good to me and you always know what I want, so understanding and loving, never in a million years did I think I was good enough for someone like you, but you prove me wrong every day."

"You're perfect y/n, absolutely perfect in every possible way."

 You both still fully naked from the shower, his hands find their way to your inner thighs, prying them open to be able to use you how he sees fit, his stunning, well built arms wrapped around your legs holding you still, head between your legs, now leaving kisses on your thighs, your many stretch marks, inching closer and closer, further and further up, to where you really want his mouth. He looks up at you. 

"You look fucking ravishing like this, ready for me to use you in the way your eyes and words are begging to be used. I'm completely yours, so tell me where you want me and I'm there." 

You can barely get any words out.

"Fuck... please, Nanami, want... your mouth.."

"Where, y/n? You're gonna have to tell me so I know exactly what you want."

He finds a sweet spot high up on your inner thigh and sucks hard on it, still awaiting your answer.

"Nhggg can't... concentrate when you do that... want you to fuck me.. with your tongue first.... w-wanna.. not be able to w-walk..."

"Sweetheart, I was really hoping you'd say that because that was what I already had in mind." ;)

You still on your back, he grabs your ankles and brings your legs up onto his muscular, broad shoulders, his gentle but strong hands holding your hips still, firm enough to most likely bruise. But you're too caught up in the look in his eyes as he finally kisses you directly on your clit, a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, to even notice any sort of discomfort. He absolutely adores you and he loves to express how he feels whichever way you want. That includes knowing where all your sweet and sensitive spots are, he always leaves you breathless regardless of what he's doing. After kissing your clit, he slowly starts licking it, his soft tongue feeling heavenly, caressing your pussy perfectly, but with enough pressure to have your body already trembling. You start moving, your legs twitching, unable to stay still from the sheer pleasure, but his hands are firmly pinning you in place. He presses his slender index finger against your dripping hole, looking up at you for permission and you just nod, grateful for how much he cares about you. He slowly slips it inside, gently moving it from side to side, able to find your g-spot almost instantly. While he caresses inside of you so tenderly, he reattaches his lips to your clit and sucks much harder now, his mouth moving so passionately and in such a way that has your brain foggy about everything else, all you can think about is him, and how badly you want his cock in you. He slips in another finger, both moving so perfectly and hitting that spot deep inside leaving you shaking and just about screaming his name.

"NGHH... Kento, g-gonna cum.... if you keep... doing... th-that.."

"Go ahead beautiful, cum on my face."

You feel the tenseness in your stomach growing and growing, unable to hold back any longer, wave after wave of pleasure wash over you leaving you a trembling, incoherent mess. 

"Fuckkk y/n, you taste so fucking good"

He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean and groans, relishing your taste, but goes back down and continues to lap at your pussy, making sure you're all clean until he darts his tongue into your hole, plunging it in and out as far as it'll go, mercilessly tongue fucking you, while reaching his hand under your thigh and then around to your clit, using his thumb to press and rub perfectly over it, moving at what feels like lightning speed, your body barely able to take the overstimulation. 

"Fuck Kento... I don't know how much.. more I can take.. So... sensitive.."

"Gotta make sure you're wet enough for my dick, sweetheart. I don't want it to be uncomfortable at all." Feeling your juices dripping down your thighs again, he pulls away for a second, face covered in your sweet slick, to admire you all spent and sprawled out underneath him, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, making you glisten, really making him think about how lucky he is.

"God, look at you, you look absolutely, irresistibly, divine."

You hide your face with your hands, your face turning a bright shade of red.

"Kento stoppp you're embarrassing meeee."

He moves your hands away gently and leans down and brings your lips together in a passionate, messy kiss. You feel his tongue parting your lips and dipping inside your mouth, tongues now colliding, fighting for dominance before he pulls away, a string of spit connecting the two of you. He pulls back slightly before peppering kisses all over your beautiful face, one of his favorite ways to shower you in his affection, physical touch and quality time being his love languages.

"Beautiful, look at me. I wanna see your face contorting with pleasure when I fuck you so good and deep, making you cum so many times you're seeing stars."

He leans over you and reaches his hands to your waist, gently lifting your hips up so you can wrap your legs around his abs and muscular torso, the tip of his dick slowly inching further and further in, until it's fully inside. He groans deeply, the noises he's making reverberating in your ears, making you moan, thinking about just how turned on he is, and how it's all from you.

"Fuck sweetheart, you feel amazing, absolutely perfect in every single way. Let me know when you're ready for me to move." 

You love that he cares just that much about you, giving you the option to take a second to adjust, even though you're perfectly fitted to him, and him only. After a few seconds rest, you say, "Fuckk.. I love you, now please move.." 

"I love you too baby." He pulls all the way out before slowly thrusting his exquisitely lengthy, hard cock, back into your soaking pussy, your slick dripping all the way down to your asscheeks as he continues to do this. You continuously groaning out his name, whimpering and begging him to go harder, the slow pace not enough to make you cum again, but to get you more soaked and needy. 

"Fuck.. p-please Kento... n-need you to go h-harder.."

Upon hearing your request, he starts pounding in and out at an unrelenting ruthless pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit each time he pulls out before slamming back in, sending you that much further over the edge you were already teetering on. 

"Fuck I-I can't hold on... much longer baby, wanna feel you c-cum on my cock before I fill you up with mine." 

"Nghh Kento.... g-gonna cum.."

His words being the thing to send you all the way over the edge, your walls spasming and clenching around him as you cum so hard you see flashes of light and everything blurs together, your legs shaking while he thrusts in two more times before cumming, filling you up.

"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. I love you so fucking much.." He moans as he slows down before pulling out, his cum falling and dripping out of you, mixed in with yours. 

"Kento.. that was amazing..", you say very out of breath and panting, trying to regain your strength. He flops down on top of you, and brushes your hair away from your face before gently leaving kisses on your lips, not as lustful or desperate as before, but passionate and deep, letting you know how much he really loves you. You cuddle for a little, him on his side facing you, and your face tucked into his chest while his arms are wrapped around you, running up and down your spine, his gentle touches being soothing enough for you to drift of to sleep, feeling so safe and warm. He wakes you up a little and says, "Wait baby, before you get too tired, lets take a bath and get us cleaned up." He lifts you off of the bed and bridal style carries you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter while he prepares the bath. His sweet aftercare being one of the biggest things he does that really makes you feel so appreciated and deeply loved.

(we all need to find someone like a nanami kento)

[lukaherehelp]

Playboyy EP1 - "Sex is about everyone"

PART 2

Grabbed a snack, let's continue:

Now is when my art student ass comes out: only three students is a joke. This type of sessions are normally focus towards all the art students at the school/academy/university. But let's think it as "is for this one classroom only"... okey, I'll let it pass but no department would pay for a model to pose for three students. NONE. Also, maybe is because I live in a cold weather place but can we bring one heather for this poor man, that sheet is only decoration. Enought rant from my part, sorry.

SIR, THIS IS A CLASSROOM, CAN'T YOU PUT THE BEDROOM EYES AWAY?! Like, I cannot blame Zouy for forgetting he's in a public space right now, those eyes would else make me act up.

I get him. I truly understand him. Bestie, I would also worship this man's body like my life depended on it. YOU ARE SO FUCKIN VALID.

THE SMIRK!! I'M FIGHTING THIS HOE, I'M BODY-SLAMMING HIM TO THAT FUCKIN COLD GROUND, SIR YOU ARE GOING TO CATCH THIS HANDS -

Knock, knock knock, snack walking in! And no, we ain't talking about the pizza...

all the english between this two is going to kill me. "Got a meal? Yeah, come get it." I'M ABOUT TO YEET MYSELF OUT OF THE WINDOW.

Sir, I politely ask you for 5ft of space TO BREATH.

This golden lighting looks so good on him... I'm a Kaowoat Supasin whore first, then human (mdl give me the cinematographer for this series, I must bake them a cake as a thank u)

STOP SMILING, WHAT ABOUT MY SANITY?! WHAT ABOUT IT?!?!

"The brush is here" I'M - Lord have mercy on me, I beg of you. This motherfucker is gonna end me.

Zouy, ma' baobei, you are adorable. I'll fight the world for you.

I truly wanna go forward but I just keep getting lost in his chest eyes, I'M SO SORRY -

Also, "you weren't drawing too well today, I can give you some private lessons". I know is an inuendo, but brother:

this is suppossed to be a sketch... YOU AIN'T TEACHING THIS VOICE NOTHING. He is giving you drawing classes, ma brother.

I'm not winning this fight. I'm not. I truly wanna focus but I'm as lost as Zouy right here. The grip on the neck tho...

First of all: First, the fact that you were able to fool your father about what you were watching. Another Nat 20 from the bl boys.

Second, all of you SoongFirst girlies... I get you. I start to understand you. I see y'all.

I feel like they are making Captain a huge red herring but this is only ep1 so I'm going to let them try to convince me that Captain is somehow at fault

" Hello, is this bad bitch number? Ah, no / I'm looking for a savage girl, ah, no " - this is the bgm for this moment 100%

The fact that none of this 4 bitches can tell this ain't Nant is so funny to me. Boy comes in, lights a cigarrete and reads y'alls asses and nothing feels odd???

low blow with the mother comment, Nont.

They are so White and Black coded, I love this for the not me girlies. This is the "what if Black was the inflitrated twin?" AU we deserved.

and of course his wallpaper is them together. He's going to fuck someone up and then fuck Prom

Chat you are adorable, idc what First's ends up being in the grand scheme of things in this series, he's done nothing wrong, look at this face:

an absolute angel.

They are also adorable, HELP.

I feel like that ring is worth this whole ordeal, That was today's payment.

Now, this whole bit with TeenaZouy has to go on mute because the fucking yaoi sounds bUT:

the chill music in the laptop, Zouy in his underwear painting, the oil painting... god, this is such a mood, add snacks and this was my days a few years back. I miss doing model work with my friends.

I'm. climbing. MY WALLS.

T for Troy Teena

FUCK, I'M AT THE 30 PIC LIMIT... Another part I guess.

[harryforvogue]

i feel like yas and harry have a lot of tension when it comes to finals time with them studying and also being ta’s like anything will set them off especially yasmine! she can get snappy and after the week ends they’re like 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏻 . . so that happened

i feel like the fights they'll be having definitely starts with yasmine. she's the one who gets angry at the wildest thing and then it snowballs from there.

she slams her laptop shut. "can you stop breathing so loud?" she hisses, causing harry to take his earbud out.

"what?"

"you. are. breathing. so. fucking. loud. shut up!"

"i'm breathing like a normal person!"

"no you're not! you're doing it on purpose!"

harry's eyebrows go up. "you're joking right?"

"i don't see why we even have to study together when clearly you want me to fail! and i didn't ask you to come over. you just showed up!"

harry's speechless for a moment before he slams his own laptop shut and stands from her desk. "i can't deal with you right now. i came here for some fucking peace so i can grade all these late papers and you're on my ass--"

"maybe don't hand out extensions like candy and grow a backbone about deadlines!"

"now you're complaining about my teaching? it doesn't even have anything to do with you!"

"it does when i get emails about my students hearing about you being so lenient. and i have to reply to every single one of them saying no and then they argue with me and--"

"give them the fucking extension then, yasmine!" harry starts to pack his bag. she really doesn't like the way he says her name. it makes her angrier. "they're stressed out too! and you've got two weeks until final grades are due. give them a break!"

"i refuse to give students who don't make an effort in my class a break! they did this to themselves!" she watches him put his shoes on. "where are you going?"

he swings his bag back on. "out of here. you need to deal with whatever the hell is going on with you." she follows him to the door. "i'll see you after you've calmed down. fuck's sake." and then he leaves, the door shutting hard behind him.

a few days later, yasmine shows up to his door. he answers and leans in his doorway, clearly not letting her in. "yes?"

yasmine grits, "i'm sorry."

"oh yeah? for what?"

"for yelling at you."

"mm."

"and for telling you you breathe too loud. you don't."

harry reaches for the front of her shirt. he yanks her into his room and locks the door, pushing her against it. "apology accepted. just because i know how much you hate having to do that."

"you also said some mean things, by the way." she leans back when harry goes to kiss her neck. "you should apologize too."

harry hums. "i am."

[ughgoaway]

my thoughts today: grey hair matty

here is my current delusion to share with you all;

(tw: british spelling of grey and general slut energy)

(also this is not actual writing, I'm just rambling for 600 words <3)

You walk through the door after work and calling out matty's name and get an "in here!!" from the ensuite attached to your room. You come in to see a freshly showered matty, towel around his waist leaning forward and frowning slightly in the mirror.

He's pulling at his curls and looking at them in the mirror, he pulls them down towards his eyes trying to get a look in real life but they're not quite long enough for him to be able to see. You stand in the doorway pretty confused at your boyfriend's analysis before he says, "I'm going so grey now babe, how am I only 34 and every other hair is grey???" he pauses and turns to you, he reaches out his hand to pull you in so you grab it, soon he's pulling you in and wedging you between the sink and him. You start to fiddle and pull at his curls whilst he begins to look slightly behind you in the mirror. He says "do you think i should dye it?"

Before your brain could catch up with your mouth you blurt out "no!!"

Matty stops looking in the mirror and pulls back to look down at you, slightly shocked at your very quick reaction but he soon realises you didn't mean to react that way. Your red cheeks and avoidant eyes tell him all he needs to know. "What you like the grey huh?" he begins to tease, pinching your hip slightly.

You whine in embarrassment and bury your head in the junction between his neck and his shoulder, your left hand comes to wrap around his waist whilst the other pulls at the curls at the nape of his neck."Oh cmon don't be embarrassed sweetheart, it's cute you like the grey! tell me what you like about it"

You burrow your head deeper in his neck and give a very small shake of your head indicating you would definitely not be telling him what you like about it. Matty pulls your head out by your chin, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. He connects your eyes and says, "if you tell me you might get a really nice present"

The mention of a gift entices you, you have a sneaking suspicion it's not going to be a physical present. Well... maybe a certain kind of physical present.

"It's just nice I don't know." you manage to say, it comes out meek and whiny but Matty is giving you small encouraging nods and staring with that look in his eyes. You quickly continue with, "Makes you look smart, very much professor vibes especially when you wear your glasses" you mention the last part in hopes he would wear them more, he has had them on sporadically recently but you couldn't help but love the feeling you got whenever you saw him in them.

"Ooh that's a good idea babe, maybe I should get a lab coat for tour- really lean into the whole grey vibe" You lightly laugh at matty's ridiculous antics and nod. His head is tilted slightly up whilst he is thinking, you lean up to meet him and give him a small peck bringing him back to earth.

He smiles down and gives you a longer lingering kiss before cheekily saying, "so you're into a student/professor vibe huh? New role play idea, I'll teach you maths and you get all hot and bothered at my grey hair?"

You giggle before saying "you teaching maths? yeah right" you snort at the end of the sentence but it's quickly replaced by loud laughter as matty fireman lifts you up, calls you cheeky and walks you into your room before unceremoniously throwing you onto your bed and crawling up to meet you.

anyway this isn't actual writing bc I have no brain cells currently but I just needed to share my brain rot it some way <3

[that-one-weird-fangirl2020]

peace | S. Sallow | Chapter One

Sebastian Sallow x F!OC

Warnings: none

Rain pattered on the windows of the train as it whisked by the English and Scottish countryside. The sounds of students chattering away about their summer holidays muffled by the glass door of the compartment Ariadne shared with Sebastian. He was reading a book whilst Ariadne stared out the window, watching the water droplets slide down the glass.

She was excited to be going back to Hogwarts, yet at the same time; she felt pained. Returning as the Savior of Hogwarts. But at what cost? Certainly not the life of a beloved professor. Ariadne wondered who the school got to teach Magical Theory now that Professor Fig was gone.

"Are we going to talk about what happened a few weeks ago, or are we going to sit here in silence while you stare mindlessly out the window?" Sebastian said, flipping a page of the book he was reading.

"I've already told you, I don't know what that was," Ariadne pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Whatever it was clearly frightened you," the boy looked up from his book, his gaze focusing on her instead.

"It felt like my power was out of control. It scared me, Bash. I thought I had it under control of sorts, but when that shopkeeper put the pendant around my neck... I don't know. It's like my power grew, and so did the dark urge to use it."

Ariadne looked away, her gaze going back to the window. She wiped a stray tear from her eye. She felt Sebastian take her hand and squeeze it.

"Thank you for telling me," He said, "and thank you for letting me be with you over the summer."

The girl looked back at Sebastian, his deep brown eyes full of sincerity and something else she could not place. This time, it was her turn to squeeze his hand.

"I just couldn't bear the thought of you being alone with every thing that happened. After all, what are friends for?"

Sebastian let go of her hand and cleared his throat, "Right. Friends."

Before Ariadne got a chance to ask him what that was supposed to mean, the compartment door opened. Ominis Guant stood there, wand outstretched, the tip glowing red.

He looked a lot thinner than when Ariadne and Sebastian had seen him last. Dark circles beneath his clouded gray eyes, and his cheeks looked more hallow. On top of that, he was also a lot paler than he was at the end of term. Though there were some positives to his appearance. Ominis had gotten taller, probably taller than Sebastian. And his blonde hair was slightly longer.

"Is this car full, or is there room for one more?" He asked timidly.

Sebastian cleared his throat and set his book aside, "No, it's not full. You're more than welcome to take a seat."

Ariadne noted the awkward tension between the two boys. After all, Ominis only kept in contact with Ariadne over the summer. She knew that he spent summer holiday with his family, even though it pained him. She kept offering invitations for him to come stay with her and Sebastian. Though deep down, she knew the effort was futile, seeing how he and Sebastian weren't on speaking terms.

Ominis took the bench across from Sebastian and Ariadne. He laid his wand on the bench next to him. He looked like he was trying to decide on what to say. And so did Sebastian.

"How was your summer, Ominis?" Ariadne broke the silence.

A thin line appeared on the blond boys lips as he furrowed his brows, "It wasn't great, if that's what you want to know, Ariadne. Though you should already know that."

"Ominis, I-" Sebastian started to say, but Ominis held his hand up to stop him.

"I don't need your apologies, Sebastian, there's nothing to forgive," The blind boy said in a harsh tone.

Sebastian looked dejected, but Ominis cleared his throat.

"It's not me who needs the apology. But I'm willing to make amends after what transpired in the catacombs. But I still think that what you did, did not come without consequences. You will eventually have to face them one way or another. The cost of using Dark Magic is great. And from the letters Ariadne sent me over the summer, you're trying to come to terms with what you did, but you're still struggling with that inner turmoil and the guilt."

After Ominis was done speaking, he leaned back into the seat. Letting his head rest against the headrest, breathing out a tired sigh.

"I hope we can make amends, Ominis, I don't know what I'd do without you." Sebastian sounded grateful that he could finally start to reconcile with his oldest friend.

Ariadne smiled at this. Hopefully, this school year would let them (Sebastian and Ominis) be close as they once were.

"Now, enough about what happened last term, how summer holiday for you two?"

***

The Great Hall was alive with students and teachers once more. Food piled on the tables in mouth watering heaps and pumpkin juice filled goblets. Students chattering filled the air. Cheers from the different houses arose as first years got sorted.

Ariadne sat beside Imelda Reyes across from Sebastian and Ominis at the Slytherin table. A sense of normalcy started to settle. Something she hoped would stay for a while. Professor Black made the announcement that quidditch was back and tryouts started the following week after classes were settled.

"Are you trying out, Silverthorne?" Imelda asked.

Ariadne looked at the girl next to her, "As much as I enjoyed beating your times on a broom, I think I'll pass on quidditch."

Imelda just rolled her eyes and then turned her attention to Sebastian- who was currently stuffing his face with sheperds pie. Ariadne made a face but said nothing.

"What about you, Sallow? Still down for your seeker position?"

Sebastian stopped eating and swallowed his food. His gaze went to Imelda before smirking.

"Of course! I can't miss a chance to face off against Winterfaire when I take the golden snitch right out from under him!" He exclaimed proudly before sending a glare towards Ravenclaw's table.

Ariadne turned around to where Sebastian was glaring. It was Coulter Winterfaire. Who was sending an equally powerful glare back.

Coulter Winterfaire was in their year. Ravenclaw. Tall, windswept raven hair, milk chocolate eyes, a scar under his right eye, and angular features with Welsh accent. The Ravenclaw 'it' boy, if you must. For some reason, he and Sebastian never saw eye to eye and were constantly at each other's throats. Ariadne never knew why. Though with the brief interactions she's had with Coulter, he was a gentleman. Kind, witty, always offering a helping hand with homework and assignments. And his grades were over all the best in their year, even Amit Thakkar would double check with Coulter on some things.

"Are you going to give him another scar to match the one you gave him back in third year?" Imelda questioned, taking a drink of her pumpkin juice.

"Depends on how rough it gets," Sebastian replied with a shrug.

"You got three months of detention for that, Sebastian," Ominis commented.

"Really, three months' worth of detention?" Ariadne asked.

"Are you really that surprised, Ari?" Sebastian rested his face on one hand and chuckled, flashing that charming smile of his.

"You're insufferable," The witch rolled her eyes and continued on eating her dinner.

Mischief danced on Sebastian's eyes. Ariadne couldn't help but get lost in them. She had no idea how long she and Sebastian were looking at each other, but broke eye contact before he, too, returned to his sheperds pie.

After dinner was over, everyone went to their separate common rooms. Stepping into the Slytherin common never felt better.

The stone walls and arched ceilings, the massive windows looking out into the black lake, the green and silver decor, and the giant fireplace in the middle. The gothic architecture reminded Ariadne so much of her home back in London, almost as if she hadn't left Silverthorne Manor.

She bid Sebastian and Ominis a good night while walking with Imelda to their shared dorm room. When they entered, Ariadne fell onto her bed and sighed in relief.

"It's good to be back," She said, looking up at the canopy that hung over her bed.

"I'd say," Imelda commented, "Finally got quidditch back. I bet ten galleons that Madme Kogawa blackmailed Professor Black."

Ariadne laughed, sitting up. She tucked her legs under her as she brushed hair from her face.

"I also happened to notice that some things changed between you and Sallow. Care to share?"

This caught Ariadne off guard. Of all people, she thought Imelda would care less about how she spent her summer. She was not about to tell her roommate that she slept with Sebastian.

"Nothing happened, if that's what you want to know," Ariadne answered, "Sebastian and I are just friends."

"Right," Imelda rolled her eyes, changing into her pajamas, "Just friends don't looked each other the way you and Sebastian looked at each other over dinner."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ariadne looked down at her hands in her lap.

She fiddled with her fingers. She always did when she was anxious or scared. It's a nervous habit she had since she was little.

"Fine, I won't press it," the Slytherin  quidditch captain said, "but get ready for bed. Classes start in the morning."

Ariadne nodded before getting ready for bed. Changing into a silk, lilac colored nightgown that reached mid thigh and had flowing lace sleeves. It was a gift from her mother before she passed away. Ariadne loved it. She always loved the color lilac. It's suited her the best, complimenting her pale skin. And she charised this piece of clothing because it was the last thing her mother ever gave her.

She climbed into bed, pulling the emerald quilt over her body. Ariadne blew the candle of the nightstand out before resting her head on the goose feather pillow and falling into a dreamless sleep.

***

"Good morning, class! And welcome to year six of charms!" Professor Ronan exclaimed excitedly as he bounded down the staircase from his office.

"Who's this energetic this early in the morning?" Sebastian yawned from his seat next to Ariadne, resting his head on one hand.

"Professor Ronan, apparently," She whispered back, twirling her wand in one hand.

Professor Ronan went over the syllabus for the year and what charms the class would be learning. Ariadne was quite intrigued that the class would start learning non-verbal charms and spells.

"One non-verbal spell is Levicorpus, though Professor Hecat will be teaching you that one," Ronan chuckled, moving around the classroom overzealous. "Though for today, you will be learning the water-making spell! Aquamenti! Now, would anyone like to volunteer to help demonstrate the- Ah, Mr. Winterfaire!"

Ariadne could practically feel the annoyance radiate off of the brown haired boy next to her as Coulter made his way to Professor Ronan. He had his wand at the ready, as the professor explained how to cast the charm. And with the wave of his wand - and the confidence only one sorted into Ravenclaw could muster - a stream of water came out of the tip of Coulter's wand.

"Excellent work! 10 points to Ravenclaw!" Ronan smiled, patting the boy on the back.

"Thank you, Professor," Coulter said before returning to his seat.

"Show off," Sebastian muttered.

"Relax, Bash, this is the only first day of classes," Ariadne chuckled.

As class progressed, Professor Ronan had the class pair up and practice the charm. Which may have resulted half of the class getting drenched from head to toe, but nothing a little drying charm couldn't fix. And as the class came to an end, Ariadne and Sebastian made their way out of the classroom, only to be stopped just outside.

"Silverthorne!"

Ariadne turned at the mention of her last name. Coulter stood there, a smile on his face and a charms textbook on hand.

"Oh, hello, Coulter!" She greeted.

"Yes, hello, Winterfaire..." Sebastian sounded annoyed.

Ariadne nudged him in the ribs as of to say 'knock it off, you twat!'. Coulter gave Sebastian a sneer. The two genuinely seemed to dislike each other. The raven haired boy turned his attention back to Ariadne, a charming smile forming on his lips.

"I was wondering if you would like to go to The Three Broomsticks with me later for a butterbeer, if Sallow here would allow it," Coulter said, gesturing towards Sebastian.

"Absolutely no-" The brunet started

"I can answer for myself, Bash!" Ariadne interrupted, glaring at Sebastian.

She turned her attention back to Coulter, "As much as I would love to do so, I have other plans."

Coulter nodded, "I see, maybe next time?"

"Maybe," Ariadne said as Coulter gave Sebastian a glare and walked away.

"What the hell was that?!" She looked up at Sebastian.

"Coulter Winterfaire is a no good git," Sebastian spat angrily.

"Unbelievable," Ariadne had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, "I'm off to Care of Magical Beasts, I'll see you at lunch."