#i just cant do discussions about bodies. i threw up in third grade when we were learning about the body and i havent gotten any better since

[rouge-the-bat]

the worst part of having Weird Body Moments is that i have to stave off paranoia about it and i cant even look up anything about the symptoms bc the smallest, even non-dire, medical description can make my body go into panic lightheaded mode

[ninimackbrews]

TA Dreams

Pairing: Hamish Duke x TA!Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, almost smut (I cant write it well so I write almost smuts) Professor student (ig) relations, teasing, wet dream.

Summary: Hamish has a dream that he really, really, shouldn’t about his TA, and when she finds out, she decides to try and help make his dreams come true.

A/N: I do not own the precious Hamish Duke, nor any of the characters mentioned. 

Grip. Tug. Groan. Rut. Repeat. Hamish was sweating, his face pressed into his pillow, his hands wrapped around the sheet, his hips grinding against the mattress, groans tumbling from his lips. In his mind he was on top of you, hips rocking against yours, your hair in his hand, his lips on your neck. The worst part, it was you his TA, his student, but that's what made it hotter; the fact it was so wrong. 

This continued for a few minutes, moans getting increasingly higher, grinds quicker, till he reached peak, your name slipping from his lips. His eyes shot open, immediately realizing it was a dream. God, this was bad for him, he should not have a dream about his student like that. Hamish rolled over onto his back, groaning at the dampness in his shorts. He had never had a dream that realistic before, and he had never had a dream about fucking. 

He threw his blanket off, shuffling to his dresser to change. The clock on his nightstand read 5:45 am, he had to get up soon anyways to get ready for his first lecture of the day. His first lecture that you just so happened to be helping him with. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, flopping down on his bed after changing. The dream was burned into his, the way you tossed your head back and moaned his name, it was sinful, but amazing. He didn’t quite know how he was going to handle being in the same room with you after it. He could have you run the paper work he had to run after this lecture, but that would involve you coming in and out of the room. He could have you sit in the back and grade the tests he had in a stack on the corner of his desk, but that would involve looking at you constantly. Or he could have you lead the lecture and sit back and watch, but that could end just as bad as the latter, maybe even worse. 

He had no idea what to do, he would have to figure it out when he got to the lecture. 

Two hours later, Hamish stood at the white board the front of his classroom. The black marker in his hand ran across the board fluidly, Philosophy, written in big letters. Underneath were questions such as To what extent do we have free will?, What does it mean for an action to be right?, What does it mean for an action to be wrong?. Each question had a list of five names next to it. He had figured out what he was going to do in the two hours he had spent trying to get the dream out of his head. 

“Professor Duke?” Hamish jumped at your voice. He looked over his shoulder at you, you were pulling out your headphones with a confused look on your face, head turning to look at the clock, “You’re here early.”

Hamish chuckled a bit, nodding, “Uhm, yeah, I was up quite early this morning so I thought I’d go ahead and come in,” You nodded dropping your satchel behind his desk, “Plus I have made an adjustment to todays lesson.”

Your eyebrows raised. Today was going to be a hard work day, at least that’s what his premade syllabus said. You never thought you’d see the day that this man would change his plans. You smiled, leaning against the desk watching him write the names on the board. Your head tilted, eyes scanning your professor, it was something you did often. Awful, you know, but you couldn’t really help it, he was younger, attractive and the only professor on the whole campus who you actually enjoyed being around, he had a sort of beacon in him that called to you, he was something different.

Your eyes raked his body. He wore typical slacks, a black tie and a white and navy spotted shirt covered with a navy button down vest that was tight across his back. Your mind wondered to what it would feel like under your fingers, how it would feel to have your nails run down his back, how it would feel to have your legs wrapped-

“Staring is not polite Miss. Y/l/n,” Hamish smirked at the board, not bothering to turn around to know you had your eyes on him. He could feel your stare on his back and if possible you would have burned a hole right through him. 

You coughed, trying to shake off your embarrassment. You rounded the desk and made your way to stand next to him. Hamish stiffened. The scent of your minty conditioner, it over took his senses, made him falter in his writing a bit, which did not go unnoticed to you. Your raised a finger to the third group on the board, across his body, purposely brushing his arm with yours. 

“Lynell and Sara should be separated, or else they'll eat each other’s faces,” you smiled shyly. Hamish raised an eyebrow looking down at you. He hummed a quick okay, and moved Sara to group one. 

Hamish finished went to walk to his desk, but you stood between he and it. He drew a quick in take of air as he almost walked into you, noticing that you weren’t going to move. His eyes fell to the floor stepping around you to stand behind his desk. His hands came to rest on the desk, his head lolling forward, the dream coming back to haunt him. Your voice was sweeter than usual, if it was a side effect of the dream it was going to be the death of him. He reached for his coffee taking a sip.

“What would you like me to do Professor?” Your voice was silk that made him choke on his coffee. He coughed, your hand coming up to rub his back in a slight panic, “Shit, are you okay?” 

Hamish coughed more reaching for the water bottle in his bag, taking deep gulps, trying to calm himself. Just at that time students started to pour into the classroom. He capped the bottle looking up at the clock then back at you. Your eyes were wide and worried and your hand was resting on his shoulder. You noticed your hand, quickly snatching it away, tucking it in your back pocket. Hamish took a deep breath before motioning for you to take a seat in the chair next to his desk, which was yours anyways. 

When all the students found their seats and were somewhat attentive to him he began to talk.

“As you can see, I have split you into groups. I want you to get with these people and discuss the question. Give me all you can think of regarding the question. I expect you to record your thoughts. You have the period and next class you will present to us what you came up with.” Hamish watched all the students get up and move around, their groans of protest not going unnoticed. He took a seat in his own chair, glancing at you, met with your eyes already trained on him.

Hamish recalled the dream once again, your eyes had been pleading for him, begging him, now they were just staring at him, it was invasive, but he enjoyed the feeling. He grabbed the tests on the corner of his desk and placed them between you both, the answer key in his hand was placed above them.

“This is what we will be doing,” he sighed, you nodded, digging in your bag for a pen.

“Professor?”

“Mhm?”

“May I borrow a pen?” Hamish gave you a slide look, his eyes flicking to your bag where he could plainly see a black pen sticking out of the side. You were doing it on purpose, teasing him, and he knew it, would he stop it, no, not at all because he liked it too. Hamish reached across his desk taking a red pen from the jar. He handed it to you without looking at you, which you used to your advantage. Your fingers wrapped around the pen, brushing his lightly.

Hamish’s ears turned pink and his head fell further, trying to concentrate on the grading before him. You smirked at his reaction, that’s the reaction you desired. With that you got to work. 

The class ended and the students filed out slowly. Hamish stood behind his desk, stuffing the ungraded tests into is bag. You were leaning on the front of his desk, watching him rush to put his things away. You readjusted your satchel, eyes trained on his hands. They were lean and long and you couldn’t hep but to think about the roaming your body, tracing your figure delicately like a sculpture.

“Miss. Y/l/n, I’m not fond of telling you that staring is impolite,” Hamish huffed, he felt your stare again. It made him feel powerful, yes, but it also made him feel out of control, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t admit something he shouldn’t.

“Y/n,” you said softly, looking up at him through your lashes. Hamish stopped his movements, his attention fully resting on you.

“What?” He asked. What? You had never asked him to call you by your first name, Its not like he didn’t know it, the dream from that morning was an obvious example of that, but you had never told him to call you that.

“My name, sir, Y/n. My last name is to formal for me,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Well Y/n, staring is impolite and you probably shouldn’t continue.” Hamish took a seat in his chair again, his gaze trained on your face. The heat of embarrassment crept up your neck. In all honesty, you told him you name because toy wanted to hear him say it, you wanted to hear him call it out like a prayer.

“Can I tell you something Professor?” You asked shyly. Hamish held his breath, but nodded. He was not ready to hear what you had to say, his mind was racing, heart pounding a mile a minute, the dream vividly playing behind his eyelids.

You let your bag fall from your shoulder with a soft thud. Hamish leaned back in his chair, legs spread, total college boy stance, no where near his usual Professor posture.

“I don’t want to. And most of the time I can’t help it. You realize you are the most attractive man on campus?” You took short steps around his desk till you were standing right in front of him between his legs. Hamish hummed in response, head tilting back to watch you. You smirked down at him, the frown present on his forehead, a concentration frown, like he was holding back. You leaned down, hands on either arm of the chair, coming close to his face.

Hamish held his breath again, the proximity making him choke. It was dangerous, he knew that, but the smell of your minty breath fanning across his face made him resist telling you to stop. He shifted back some, the shift brining attention to how tight his slacks were across his lap.

“Professor-“

“Hamish, call me Hamish, Y/n.”

“Okay, Hamish.” his name on your lips made him shudder, it sounded just as it did in his dream. 

“Hamish, I had a dream last night-”

“Did I fuck you?” Hamish mumbled, him mouth moved and produced the words before he had the time to think. You were taken aback at his forwardness, but you were shocked at how he knew.

“Yeah, you did actually.” You leaned back, hands leaving the chair. Hamish came up out of his seat pushing you against his desk, trapping you between his arms. 

“I had the same dream baby.” The pet name shooting a surge of heat right to your core. To know he had the same dream meant he felt the same as you did. You now knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Hamish bent closer, his nose brushing yours, then he stopped, as if he was waiting for you to make the next move, like he was asking for permission. You granted it to him. You met him halfway, your lips connecting with his softly. His chapped lips moved slowly against yours, becoming addicted to the taste of your cherry flavored chapstick. 

Hamish began to pull away, but you reached out, one hand gripping his tie tugging him closer and the other’s forefinger looping in his belt loop to pull his hips against yours, his bulge prominent against your leg. Hamish groaned into the kiss, his fingers pressing into your waist, a death grip that was sure to leave marks, not that you cared. Your hips began to move on their own accord, grinding against his. His lips left yours to trail down your neck, leaving pink and purple marks as he went. 

“Hamish,” You moaned, it was a bit loud, but he loved it, hearing his name on your tongue like it was a sin. Then it clicked. Hamish stumbled back tripping over the chair behind him, hitting the chalk board with a huff. Hands ran through his hair and over his face. You stood their shocked at his sudden break away.

“We can’t- I can’t I-you’re my student- that’s... that’s not right,” He fumbled over his thoughts, trying to make sense of what he had just started. You let out a soft laugh at his disheveled state, his hair sticking up all over the place, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his, well his bulge still quite prominent in his pants. 

“Hey, breathe, it’s alright,” You sighed, stepping closer to him, “But if you want to walk out of here you need to fix yourself.” You smiled at him, hands coming up to his hair to make it look some what presentable. Hamish stared down at you in disbelief, not only did he just back away from making out with you, but here you are trying to make him look like a professor again so he can leave. 

Hamish pushed your hands away gently, his left cupping your cheek, “God you are beautiful,” He murmured, brushing the stray hairs from your face. You blushed up at him, you hands trailing up his chest to adjust his tie back into it’s right place. 

“Before you go and apologize, let me do it first,” You began, but you didn’t have time to finish as Hamish place his mouth on yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, causing you to let out a small gasp which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. You explored each other for a few moments before you had to pull away, completely out of breath. 

Hamish leaned his forehead against yours, your breath mixing, “Don’t apologize, love, let me take you to get a drink, and then maybe we can finish up else where, mhm?”

“I’d like that,” You giggled, your fingers toying with the hairs at the base of his neck. 

“Great, lets get out of here.”

“Hamish?”

“Yes beautiful?”

“My, uh, my lipstick is kind of all over your mouth,” You let out a laugh as Hamish groaned, reaching behind you for a tissue from his desk drawer, bringing it up to wipe his face of your red lipstick.

“This is going to be fun,” Hamish chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back to guide you out of the classroom after you grabbed your bag and made sure he had no more lipstick on his lips. And to think, you both had a dream about Professor Duke fucking his Teacher’s Assistant. 

A/N: Murder me this was awful, so it was going to be a full blown smut, but that didn’t happen because I CANNOT write smut sadly. But I hope you enjoyed it all in all. 

[oflgtfol]

bc i cant stop thinking abt that dream.. im gonna elaborate on it because it was so detailed and so long and felt so real

so it started off with me in a small library but like, it was so cramped and the lights were off. bookshelves were everywhere, and most were like only waist high? strange adults were everywhere, standing against the walls/shelves or sitting in the aisles. all had their hands cuffed behind their backs or in front of them and they all had like, tape or something over their mouths. but there were some adults among them in bullet proof vests and with guns in their hands. i dont know the situation like i dont even think i acknowledged it in the dream but from context clues im p sure it was like a hostage situation

so im in there sneaking around, in the back of my mind i just Know that my parents and my brother are also in the room also sneaking thru the aisles. all the hostage adults are staring at me like, acknowledging that they know im here to help rescue them. so after a few close calls around corners almost getting caught by the gunmen i get to a somewhat open area, meanig that its still cramped but its a small square between bookshelves with a table and 2 chairs. theres a TON of hostages squeezed into this area. i knew that that was the objective, that i had to get there

so me and my family burst forward and the gunmen spot us, but the hostages all help us overwhelm the guys. the gunmen are shooting blindly into the crowd, aiming mostly for me and my family, and SOMEHOW everybody else dodges it but me. literally it went in slow motion and i saw it like in third person, watching it come towards me and i was like “watch it hit me lmao. oh fuck its actually gonna hit me”

so i get shot in my stomach during all this and the pain just, it wasnt all that bad really? like it felt like uhm. getting hit with a water balloon actually (i was just in a water fight yesterday and now upon realizing this its like.... did that contribute to this dream....) so then its all clear like the bad guys are defeated, it gets kinda blurry at this point but i know in some disembodied way that i told my parents after everything wrapped up when they were asking if everyone was okay that i was hit, and they like, didnt care. i was like “HEY i got SHOT in the stomach!” and theyre like k and it took them foreverrrrrrr to get me medical attention. and i wasnt even.. bleeding outwardly? so i was so worried about internal bleeding because like HEY i have a bullet in me so i must be bleeding somewhere like,,, come on lmao

the next like visual thing i remember is in the hospital. its been a while since like, i woke up so this is kinda blurry too but i remember being put into a wheelchair by some nurses.. ive been in a wheelchair only once and that was in 2nd grade but this one i was allowed to use like, on my own, so it threw me off? and at this point i was like, fuck, i’ve been shot before when i was little. i’ve done this before. i had to go into surgery and everything. but it was all vague flashes i could barely remember it but it felt a lot like when i remember the major things from my childhood that i just COMPLETELY forgot about for so long, like speech therapy? like i had gotten injured from a gun when i was less than ten years old and i just, forgot about that? i was like HOW did i forget about this

so i was already in the hospital at this point but for the one room, i wheeled up to the entrance and it felt kinda like the 11th/12th grade cafeteria entrance that i use in school?? a small double door, blank walls, kinda dark, empty, and there was a nurse checking us in. at this point i was surrounded by all my classmates from my ap lang class, or maybe not ap lang in particular idk since like all the ap kids are mostly grouped together despite class? idk man. but my classmates were literally all fine idk why they were there? they werent even there for checkups or anything (disregarding the fact that you dont get a check up at a hospital you get that at a normal doctors office..) so i was there in my literal wheelchair and the nurse was like “wait your turn!!” she was really snooty it was annoying i was like, word for word, “uhm HELLO i have a GSW in my abdomen!!!!!!” and my one classmate finally spoke up as he was being checked in he was like “uh hey brot is here and like, got shot, so i think she should go first lmao?” so the nurse finally smiled at me and admitted me in

and it led to this small cramped room where they scanned your entire body for every single thing wrong with it adn they displayed it on a board where everyone could see, including my classmates, and i was like ohh my god. oh my god. the nurses were like “hm you could eat better but overall you’re in good health!” and i was like DUDE thats embarrassing i dont want everybody to see all my minute issues and LIKE I AM LITERALLY INJURED I HAVE A BULLET IN MY STOMACH WHY ARE YOU DISCUSSING MY DIET WHEN THERE ARE MORE PRESSING ISSUES...

so finally we go into the actual room and its this giant giant mostly empty room, im remembering this room from my first go at this from when i was a kid. theres a table in the middle thats pretty big but has.. no chairs around it... but theres puzzles and weird bookmark things scattered around on it to keep you occupied, and then theres a single table far removed from everything else, only long enough for a body and slightly wider, and theres one identical to that on the other side of the room. and i know from when i was a kid that those are for surgeries and like, i KNOW this but i was like, wrow thats unsanitary lmao

so i go to the table in the middle because thats where you’re supposed to wait till you’re called for surgery, but im so ANXIOUS because like.. its surgery... and now im remembering more of it from when i was a kid like im remembering going into it, waking up from it... my classmates are all sitting on the table like its some casual after school thing, theyre all talking

and then i remember from the first surgery. i remember the surgery itself. i apparently wasnt put under for it. i was conscious during it. i was numbed out obviously but like, i was AWAKE, and that makes me SO fucking scared for my upcoming surgery. like, enough that some of my classmates sense that im getting more and more anxious so they start shoving the bookmarks in my face, and the bookmarks are like the weird ones from the library irl that have quotes on them, and like i cant even read any because im just so anxious like im keeled over in the wheelchair so anxious about it, and the fact that my classmates are trying to interact with me during this is just making it worse like i APPRECIATE trying to make me feel better but i CANNOT read right now

and like, i was never called for surgery? im sitting there until the sun sets, but i only know that because i eventually leave the room just needing to do SOMETHING and the hospital lobby, for all the people waiting for patients? is empty and the sky outside is the dark blue kind of like, twilight

i really dont know how this dream suddenly turns, like i cannot remember the breaching moment and idk if its because its been almost 12 hours since i woke from the dream or if there even WAS a breaching moment

but the next thing i know is that me and shannen are running (me wheeling furiously) along the top of some like, wall. and the hospital looming in front of us is now some sort of fortified citadel, and we’re on one of the defensive walls around it, theres towers and spires everywhere in the distance around the citadel. and theres fucking. ANGELS attackign the place. the angels are classic white dress wearing, harp playing, type creatures but their eyes are all closed and black tears are running down their faces, and literally everything else about them is white. the dresses are this weathered white, their skin is weathered white (like, like marble but without the darker lines yknow?), and their eyes + tears are the darkest things on them so they stand OUT. and their mouths are flat lines, also black like as if its like, lineart or something yknow? like their faces look like masks but they arent. they have harps in one hand and then LONG ass swords in their other hands and they are fuckign terrifying

so me and shannen are outside of the main area of attack and we stumble upon this part of the wall thats like, collapsed, and theres a fucking OCEAN next to the citadel. so the stones that have fallen into the water, theres some sort of chariot on it with the same kind of look as the angels, white + black accent kinda look to it. the chariot is low lying and theres a figure laying over it, collapsed, reaching forward at nothing almost like a zombie trying to move? and he.. god i wanna say it was icarus but i really dont know because i feel, deep down that his name started with an e but i have no idea what dude it would be then bc i know it was a guy from greek mythology somehow but IDK WHO... so this guy also has the same vibe as the angels but his face is like, a fuckign mess, like it looked like he was melting (maybe thats why i wanna say icarus idk) but the melted parts were black, plus the black eyes (whcih were semi open) and the black tears and his mouth was kinda open in a silent wail (also black). i wanna say he had black hair too but idk maybe the whole black mass on his overall head was just the melting.. and this melted black liquid is strewn all over the chariot and the stone block thats barely out of the water. and out of the water, behind the chariot, all the angels were bursting forward and heading to the citadel like as if it was the Angel Spawn Point

IDK it was such a weird fuckign sight it looked like a fallen angel but i just knew deep down that it was some guy from greek mythology but I DONT KNOW WHO IT WOULD BE especially with a name starting with e..!!!

anyway yeah i woke up then. the whole angel sequence was super short compared to the rest of the dream, but it was more on par with what i normally dream than the rest? like i dont recall ever having guns in my dreams except for maybe one dream in middle school that was like,,,,, nuclear apocalypse type thing......... and never have i ever been like, INJURED like that in a dream? i’ve died in dreams yeah but ive never been like.. shot.. the closest thing i can think of was that one weird borderline nightmare earlier this year where i died of internal bleeding in school due to school negligence..... hm!

like idk this was just such a weird dream i normally have very very wild dreams with a more fantasy element to them, and the mundane ones are just me in school or on tumblr, like ive never had like, an ACTION MOVIE kinda thing??

and it felt SO REAL like when i woke up i literally thought that i had some sort of repressed gun related traumatic event from my childhood that i was only uncovering now and it was only when i realized that i was in bed and not like, at the hospital with a gun wound in my stomach, that i was like oh haha no thats not real