#lilly's homework

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Hey people! So, this is gonna be a weird post, I realise. LOL

I’m doing a bunch of research for my Marketing Communications class in my final year at college, and it regards the age range of 18-24 year olds (Gen Z/young Millennials) and their sentiments regarding Indeed, the job-seeking platform.

Currently, we (the team of students, aka the class) are in the researching phase where we are trying to understand y’all’s sentiments better. It’s all about Indeed, really, and all results go into fuelling a professional-level ad campaign for the NSAC (national student advertising competition) in the Spring.

I promise this isn’t as sketchy as my wording might seem lol (My friend already pointed that out, and idk how to make it less formal-weird sounding, I’m socially awkward okay??? XD) (and also I know that saying that disclaimer also sounds sketchy so like I’m backed into that corner regardless 😂).

Anywayssss, if you’re in that 18-24 year old age range, please take the survey! We need all the data we can get XD

https://forms.gle/rBCKkFJWvZ7RikPBA

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Lucky Star... Techno is not lucky at all from an outsider's viewpoint, but he still thinks he's lucky because he has his beloved baby brother... Even if Tommy's sick... he's still Techno's lucky star... Tommy's sickness has no cure... he's not expected to live much longer... so Techno's doing his best to make sure Tommy spends every day happy... but he has to work for Tommy's hospital fees... he can't spend much time with him... his schedule's getting tighter... Tommy's getting worse... Techno calls whenever he can... the last time Techno called he asked Tommy if he was doing okay... Tommy started crying and couldn't stop long enough to say anything... Techno hasn't been able to call for two weeks now... he doesn't know how Tommy is... he's not sure he wants to know...

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guys i'm alive ("woah look at her go!!" "she's so cool" "we missed you lilli") aww thanks y'all

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THEODORE NOTT LISTENING TO RAVENCLAW READER WARM UP TO HIM AND LETTING HER RANT ABOUT HER BOOK TO HIM PLEASE IM BEGGING🙏🙏

—🏍️ (if thats taken? idk lmao)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WHIPPED (t.n.)

summary : in which a boy is willing to do anything to convince a smart girl to go out with him.

w.c. : .8k

a/n : i loved writing this request and no 🏍️ isnt taken!! enjoy! 🤍

should i do a part 2 of the actual date??

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warning(s) : none!

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theodore nott couldn’t deny how ultimately whipped he was for you. he was in love with everything about you. the way you’d ramble about your books, the certain face you’d make to him after you see somebody doing something less than smart.

he even respected how log. it had taken for you to let him in. he had quite a reputation with women, and he knew it’d make it more difficult to convince you to be in a real relationship with him.

so, he waited. he was patient, he was kind, and he defended you.

he seemed like the perfect guy on paper, but whenever you got close to letting him in, letting him finally take you out, you’d hear another story about a girl he hooked up with then left right after.

the thought disgusted you, and you didn’t want to just turn out to be another one of those girls with a horror story of hoe you were treated by the slytherin boy. you were smarter than that.

that was another thing he liked about you. how smart you were. he loved how you could explain extensive theories and spells to him in a simple enough way to make it easy to understand. it was like a breath of fresh air.

lately, he had been in an even better mood, something his friends even noticed about him. you were starting to finally let him in. you were letting him walk you to class, letting him take you to his favorite hidden spots in the castle.

most importantly, though, you were starting to talk to him. not just some insignificant conversation about homework, or the weather. real conversations.

you were telling him about books you liked, about something funny one of your friends had told you. you were rambling on and on to him, and he loved hearing it.

he loved seeing the way your eyes lit up when you were speaking about someone you were close with, or a new book.

the expression he held when you rambled to him like this could only be explained as pure love. he had waited months to even get you to open up to him, and it was finally happening.

he always made sure you knew he was listening, whether that was by asking you questions as you went, keeping his eyes trained on you, or even buying you the second book in a series you had mentioned liking.

even despite the way you’d protest your rants, saying you didn’t want to annoy him, or something of the sort, he loved hearing tour voice. he’d listen to anything if it was coming from you.

he noticed everything about you.

none of his friends, or even himself, could think off another time where he was this head over heels for someone. it was like his former self went out the window as soon as you walked in. he couldn’t even imagine himself with a girl that wasn’t you, and he didn’t want to anyways.

you were all he need- all he wanted.

“theodore, are these flowers from you?” you called out when he stepped into your dorm.

you gestured to a beautiful array of red lillies, the scent they put off filling the room with a pleasant, light aroma.

“yeah. saw ‘em and thought of you,” he admitted casually, as though he hadn’t specifically looked for flowers of that kind, knowing you paid attention to the meanings of flowers and whatnot.

aside from that, he just thought they were pretty. naturally, you had popped into his mind.

you flashed him a genuine smile, a sight that looked straight out of his dreams.

“thank you,” you grinned, the sentiment behind the flowers being one of the sweetest things you could think of.

“finally gonna let me take you out?” he asked, a small smirk on his face.

despite his confident demeanor, he was one step away from straight up begging. he had waited months, all he wanted was for you to say yes.

you thought over it. you had heard girls in the hallway talking about how he hadn’t given them the time of day recently… and he had been so sweet lately. he had been trying repeatedly, not being deterred at all by your rejections. plus, what was the harm in just one date? one date didn’t mean anything was set in stone.

it was just… one date.

“yeah, that sounds good,” you replied, noticing the way his smirk turned into a large grin.

he felt like a child with how smiley he got around you, especially now that you had given him a chance to take you on a real date.

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Unconventional Flowers Event - May

Mother's Day Lilies ft. Megumi

A/N: May prompt for my Unconventional Flowers Event. Note that Megumi is still a young child here, like maybe 8 years or so. Rating: E, safe, fluffy, cute Word Count: 939

Megumi had technically lost not one, but two mothers. His birth mother, frail in health, passing away shortly after his delivery, and then Tsumiki’s mother, who abandoned them. All in all, not a great experience on the mother front.

It was hardly a surprise that Megumi withdrew from you when you and Gojo started dating. Tsumiki, more in need of a maternal figure, grew attached quickly, but Megumi avoided you altogether. You didn’t blame him. After getting the whole story from Gojo, you felt your heart going out to the little boy but decided to give him more time to approach you.

You started slowly, asking him to watch a movie together, bringing back his favorite snacks whenever you visited Gojo, and helping him with his homework. You never tried to fill that motherly role, and eventually, Megumi started warming up to you, realizing you were not trying to pretend to be anything more than Gojo’s girlfriend. It gave him the emotional reassurance he needed, that you were not trying to fill the shoes of his lost mothers, but that you would be there if he needed you. 

You made sure to show affection to him and Tsumiki though, doing little crafts with them, taking them to the park, and poking fun at Gojo whenever it was appropriate. They grew attached to you, and they weren’t your kids, but they were yours. 

You hadn’t planned on unintentionally becoming a maternal figure to Gojo’s wards, but now you couldn’t imagine a day without them. Your heart almost floated out of your body with joy when Megumi asked you what your favorite flower was. 

“Lillies,” you said with affection in your eyes as you looked at the quiet boy, tall and slim for his age. He nodded solemnly and you couldn’t control your actions and pull him in for a squishy hug.

“You’re so adorable Megs.”

“Stop that! And don’t call me Megs!” Megumi wriggles only half-heartedly, trying to escape, before quieting down and letting himself be hugged. Deep down, he’s glad you’re here.

Megumi hunts down the prettiest lilies he could find in time for Mother’s Day. His eyes are alight with excitement. Gojo said you were around somewhere on the estate, and he's practically running to find you, carefully cradling the bouquet so that it doesn’t get crushed. He passes Tsumiki on the way, who sees the flowers and quickly stops him.

“You’re giving these to Nee-san?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t she’ll like these for Mother’s Day. Lilies are usually given at funerals. Do you want her to get the wrong idea? What if she leaves us?”

Megumi’s face crumples at his sister’s words. “But…they’re her favorites…”

“It’s not too late to get her something else.”

Megumi quickly runs back towards his room. How could he have known? He’s glad Tsumiki stopped him. What if he had found you…and given you the lilies? It was the first time he and Tsumiki had anyone even closely resembling a mother for an extended period. The thought of you being upset because he had been dumb enough to get such sad flowers for Mother’s Day…

“Megs?”

He freezes when he hears your voice and tries to hastily hide the flowers behind his back as you walk up to him. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Nothing!”

You see his shifty nature and the heads of the white flowers sticking out from behind his back. 

“Who are the flowers for?”

“No one!” He backs up a few paces, trying to put distance between you two.

“Megumi.” You catch up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why are you being weird?”

Caught, he looks away, trying not to tear up. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? About what?”

“I got you flowers.”

You look at him quizzically. “Why would I be mad that you got me flowers?”

“They were for Mother’s Day.”

If your heart wasn’t already full, it certainly was now. You feel warmth expanding in your chest at the admission. 

He was giving you flowers for Mother’s Day?

You try not to tear up and clear your throat. “And why do you think I’d be mad?”

Megumi’s face carries so much guilt that you want to pull him into his arms and reassure him but you give him a minute to find his words.

“I got you lilies. Because you said they were your favorite.”

“They are my favorite! Megs, why do you look so upset?”

“Well…I was told that lilies are given at funerals and that you’d be mad if I gave them to you today. Please don’t be mad.” He looks at you with such sad eyes that you can’t contain yourself any longer.

You pull him into your arms, cradling him protectively. “Oh, my dear little Megs. I’m not mad at all. You got me flowers? On Mother’s Day? Do you have any idea how happy I am?”

Megumi’s eyes widen in realization, comforted by your hug. “Really?”

“Yeah! I’m so happy you like me enough to get me flowers for this holiday.” You can’t find the will to let go of the boy and he doesn’t try to break free.

“You’re not mad?”

“Not the least bit.”

“So you won’t leave us right?”

You nod, feeling like your body is made of air. “You’re stuck with me I’m afraid.”

Comforted, Megumi finally shows you the bouquet which you accept delightedly. “You’re better than Gojo. He didn’t get me anything.”

“He’s a moron.” Megumi shakes his head. “I’ll talk to him.”

“I know you will.” 

You ruffle Megumi’s hair before the both of you start walking back to the house. 

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Favorite Student (Teacher!Sanemi X SeniorStudent!Reader)

I've written sloppy smut, but this is the worst one yet.

I haven't written in while. I'll go back and re-read it later to double check perspectives since I've had a bad habbit of mixing them.

Mature & General Content Warning: StudentXTeacher, fingering, squirting, Kaigaku being a bully and a bit of an ooc Sanemi at times

“It has to be here somewhere,” (Y/N) said as she dug through the trash can, looking for her lost item.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar, stern voice was heard from behind her. She turned around to see the math teacher, Sanemi Shinzugawa looking at her with his arms folded. “What on earth are you doing here after hours?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) said, turning around after stepping away from looking in a trash can. She was probably Sanemi’s best student, the only one who listened in math. Just maybe she was his favorite, “Oh, Mr. Shinazugawa.” It was odd she was at school after hours, she was a good senior student who wouldn’t be getting into trouble.

In the teacher's mind, she was not the type of student to do something mischievous or foolish, so he assumed she had a pretty valid reason for being at school. "Why are you here?" He repeated his question, his arms still crossed.

“Someone stole my diary, and I was trying to find it.” She said, looking worried as looked back in the trash can, “I thought maybe he’d have tossed it out after he probably read through it…”

His eyes widened when you informed him that someone stole your diary. He felt protective over you, since she was known as his favorite student. "Let me ask you something. Do you have any idea who stole your diary?" He asked, his tone turning more serious.

“It… It was Kaigaku.” She admitted, looking away. She had really hoped that she could take care of this issue on her own.

His eyebrows shot up, and his jaw dropped a bit. He could not believe that a fellow student would steal his favorite student's diary. But then again, it was Kaigaku.

"And why do you think it was him?" He asked, with suspicion.

“He told me he wanted me to do his history homework for him…” She said, looking very upset her diary was gone. “I guess he wanted to use it as blackmail, or hold it over my head.”

Sanemi-Shinazugawa's eyes widened with disbelief and rage as he processed what you just said. "So... this was all because you didn't let him cheat off of you.."

“Yes…” (Y/N) wasn’t the type to let someone copy her. She’d be more than willing to help and tutor, but she wouldn’t aid cheating.

"Hmm..." *He thought for a moment, tapping his chin.* "He has to have put it somewhere... I don't think he would just toss it out..." Part of him wanted to catch Kaigaku with it, just to take the annoying brat down a peg.

“He might still have it.” She said sadly, wondering just how many pages he’d probably have already read through.

"I bet he still has it." He grumbled, crossing his arms and clenching his fists a bit. He got mad whenever anyone did something mean to you, his favorite student.

“I guess I should just go home then, and to track him down tomorrow.” She said, “I should get going, it’s almost about to start raining…”

He was about to let her go, but he stopped her. "Wait, Lilli. Before you go, answer me one more question."

“Huh?” She was confused but followed him anyway to the school entrance.

Sanemi had thought as much. Your diary was probably your safe space of sorts, and he figured that you could get really honest and personal in it.

"And... is there anything specific about..." *He hesitated to ask the question that was on his mind. But still, he couldn’t help but wonder what could be in there that Kaigaku would be desperate to get his hands on.

“Boys?” She guessed the end of his sentence,* “Yes, more personal feelings written in there…”

"Hmph..." The math teacher mumbled before clearing his throat and saying with a slightly less strict tone, "Alright. Well, I guess you still should go home... it's late and the rain's almost here..."

“Yeah, I better hurry.” She said, “Thank you for understanding.” She was glad she wasn’t in trouble for trying to find her lost possession.

He only nodded and watched her walk down the hallway as his eyes followed her, making sure she made it out of the school safely in the late night. Part of him was worried about her walk home, but hopefully the short walk from school would be okay.

Lilli missed math class that next morning, something unusual and out of character for her. As the students left he could hear whispers about Lilli crying in the broken girls bathroom.

That bathroom had been broken for months, causing it to be abandoned by students. No water supply to it left it as a secret hangout or for Lilli a hiding place to cry in.

The math teacher grew suspicious and concerned when hearing the rumors that (Y/N) was crying in the abandoned girl's room. He immediately left his classroom and went straight to the girl's restroom.

"(Y-Y/N)?" Sanemi called out, the anger in his voice becoming something a bit more concerned and even, dare he not say, protective. "Is that you?"

"I'm down here..." She whimpered, making Sanemi realize she was crying on the floor, curled up under a sink.

He crouched down in front of her, his tone turning more gentle. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? I heard you crying and I-" His eyes widened and his heart nearly dropped in horror when he saw the graffiti on the wall.

Suddenly, a large piece of graffiti in the hallway caught his attention. *In huge letters it read, ‘(Y/N) Loves Mr. Shinazugawa' as if someone had found out a secret and wanted to taunt and torture her with it.

"He's painted it everywhere," she said, "It's all over campus."

The math teacher grit his teeth, it felt like steam could come out of his ears as if he was an enraged kettle.

"That stupid ass..." He snapped, but immediately turned a bit softer and looked genuinely a bit worried for your safety. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No..." She whimpered, her face buried in her knees.

"(Y/N), look at me." He said in a stern, but yet reassuring tone, crouching before her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/N) shyly looked up at him, her mascara running down her face from how she had been crying.

He felt his heart sink when he saw the tears running down her face and the makeup running down with it. His entire persona softened and his strictness disappeared as if it was all just a show.

"(Y/N)... don't beat yourself up over it..." He said, using a gentle, comforting tone that he's only used for the rare moments he ever encountered little kids. "If you want, you don't have to go to your final class today... You can just go to the nurse’s office until I take care of this..."

"I... I don't want to go to the nurse..." She whimpered, "It's the last period of the day, can't I just... hide in here?" 

He pondered for a bit before sighing and nodding. "Fine... But don't get yourself caught, okay?" He replied as he stood and dusted himself off, before looking down at her again. "If you need anything, my classroom is right down the hall. You can come to my classroom instead. Got it?"

"Can I just hide in there?" She asked, knowing this last class of the day was his free period.

"Hmm... Fine." He said after thinking again and holding out a hand to help her up. "But you've got to promise to keep it a secret and not let other students see you in there, okay?"

"Okay," She said, taking his hand and standing up.  

When they got into her classroom she sat in her usual seat. She decided now that this would be a good time to do today's homework assignments.

The math teacher sat at his desk and continued to grade tests, keeping an eagle eye watch at the door in case a student passed by. He looked over to see Lilli starting to do her homework, and felt bad for her. He had to say something to ease her worries a bit.

"Hey, Lilli..." He said, his tone surprisingly gentle and soft as he made a motion for her to come and sit by him at his desk.

"Y-Yes Mr. Shinazugawa?" She said, a bit startled. She was still a bit embarrassed about the secret of her crush on him being out.

He looked her directly in the eyes and gave her a very gentle and warm smile that nearly turned him into almost a different person than the strict teacher student knew him as.

"It's alright, (Y/N). Ignore all the stupid and dumb things written on those walls, okay?" He said, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a sincere and understanding look "And no matter what your students say and do, you're still the top student in my class."

"I just..." She said, looking away shyly, "I wish things... could be a bit different..."

He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by what she meant by that. "What do you mean? What things could be a bit different?" He inquired, placing a hand on her chin and turning her head to face him once more.

"Y-You and I..." She shyly answered. He knew what she meant, her crush was discovered by Kaigaku. He saw the spray painting on the wall.

He was surprised at how she felt about him. He was still processing the fact that Lilli was his self-proclaimed favorite student, and yet she had a crush on him. “So... you have a crush on me?" *Sanemi asked quietly, her nodding in response.

His face slightly turned pink, and he had to prevent himself from leaning back on his desk. He also had to refrain from wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her into an embrace.

"It's... not everyday that my student has a crush on me." He spoke, trying to keep his composure. "Not to mention my favorite one..."

It was true, most students were afraid of him or hated him. "I just... I don't know how it happened..."

"Well, I guess we're both surprised by this... But, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still a teacher..." He pulled his hand from her chin, but kept his eyes on her and leaned a bit close to her in a way that she had to look at him. "But... it also doesn't change the fact that I like you too... a lot… But still," He answered after a few moments of staring into her eyes. He knew as well as she did how taboo their relationship would be.

"I-I know but..." *She said, having a bit of a pleading look in her eyes as he leaned back a bit away from her and sighed.

"No buts. I'm a teacher, and you're my student. It would be inappropriate for us to date and be in a relationship while we're still at school." He said as a matter-of-fact tone, crossing his arms and trying to look even a bit stern.

"Maybe though.." She said with a pleading look, "Just... one kiss?"

The math teacher gulped, feeling a bit flustered at hearing her ask to kiss him. On one hand, kissing her was a bad idea, because they were still in school and she was a student.

"Just one?" He inquired, his stern expression slowly starting to fade.

"Yes, I won't ask for another one, I promise." She said, maybe just having a short, little fix of him could help her feel better. Maybe it'd fulfill whatever daydreams she had of him as well.

"Fine, but just one, alright?" Sanemi said as he started to feel a bit bashful about the entire situation, and yet it didn't stop him from leaning in and putting a hand on the side of (Y/N)'s cheek as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips. He seemed almost excited that he was finally going to kiss his favorite student, and even more since he'd never actually kissed someone in a long time.

She closed her eyes, puckering her lips and meeting him halfway. It truly felt like a magical moment. Something they could share together behind closed doors.

The math teacher let out a content, and almost relieved sigh as he moved his lips against hers. He gently pulled her in, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he kissed her in a deep and passionate kiss that felt like fireworks. It was more than just a little kiss. It was a kiss that had Sanemi second guessing himself.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was almost shocked that he started second guessing himself. Why did it feel so good? What about it made him want more and not just leave it at a kiss?

He kept holding (Y/N) close to himself as he kissed her a bit deeper, gently pulling her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss a bit more. (Y/N) opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. She let out a small sound as their tongues entwined with each other.

The math teacher couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure and contentment as he felt (Y/N)'s tongue in his mouth. He slowly and gently lifted her up and sat her on the desk, holding her back with one hand and using the other to keep cupping her cheek. She let out a surprised sound. She looked up at him, panting as they pulled apart.

He panted quietly in surprise and shock after they pulled apart. He took a moment to examine (Y/N)’s face, making sure to not miss a single detail. He looked down at her from where she sat on the desk, and the first thing he noticed was the lustful and needy look in her eyes.

He'd never expected her to have such a look. Her skirt had hiked up from how he had placed her on the table in the heat of the moment. The math teacher gulped, watching as her skirt started to ride up, revealing her knees, and even more. “(Y-Y/N)..." *He said in an almost shocked, but lustful tone.

"Mr. Shinazugawa," She breathed out, the love and passion for her teacher visible in her eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening, he finally felt a sense of being loved and accepted and desired, something that was new for him. He gently pushed the chair he was sitting in away from the desk as he moved closer to Lilli, the look in his eyes still one that was burning with lust and longing.

"Wh-What are we doing?" She asked, wanting to know what his next intentions were. She was a smart girl, she knew what his plan was.

"I don't know... We really shouldn't be doing this, but... I think I'll be making an exception this time..." The math teacher answered, leaning into (Y/N) and gently pressing soft, needy kisses onto her neck.

He moaned lowly against one of (Y/N)'s more sensitive spots on her neck, sending shivers down her spine and causing her to feel a spark of pleasure. He started to kiss and suck on that same spot, his warm and soft touch feeling comforting as he continued to mark her neck.

"Y-You can't leave marks," She whimpered, "someone will see it..."

He was hesitant, but he let out a little sigh and pulled away from her neck. "You're right... But that doesn't mean I won't mark up other parts of you." He placed another kiss on her neck before pulling back.

He gently brushed his fingers along her thigh, gently stroking her soft and heated skin. The math teacher got a sudden mischievous look in his eyes as a mischievous idea crossed his mind.

He slowly and gently caressed one of her thighs, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. "You know... I never realized how soft your skin is." He whispered, his other hand gently tracing some of the other parts of her body. He slowly let his hands wander to the buttons of her blouse.

He quietly unbuttoned her shirt, letting out a small gulp himself. He still couldn't believe that this was happening, and he almost felt a sense of disbelief as the heat in the room slowly rose.

"You're sure you're okay with doing this?" He asked her as he gently helped pull her shirt over her shoulders.

"Are you okay with it?" She asked, her lavender colored bra finally exposed. She knew what he said earlier, and she’d hate for him to get in trouble if someone caught or heard the two of them.

The math teacher gulped and tried his best not to stare too hard but couldn't help but stare at her breasts. "I really am," He said, gently tracing her skin with the tips of his fingers, watching goosebumps rise up. He didn’t care about what he had said earlier.

“I’m glad you have this free period,” (Y/N) confessed as she shivered at his touch, “It can be just the two of us.”

"Although, what?" The math teacher asked, looking up from her chest and into her eyes.

“I… I’m still a virgin and… I don’t know how ready I’m feeling to go all the way.” She said, “It’s complicated, I want you to feel good too but…”

He was surprised by this confession, but didn't seem disappointed or upset.  "Don’t worry, I understand, and it’s okay... Why don't we work on making sure that you feel good for right now?"

He gently caressed her inner thigh and hummed in contentment. "Does that feel good?" He inquired as she nodded, his own pants becoming a bit uncomfortable as the heat in the room continued to rise. He could tell just by the look in her eyes that she wanted him, but he wanted to hear it.

He hummed and gently ran his fingers along the elastic band of her underwear, caressing her skin. "Just how needy are you?" He asked as his fingers teased her.

“A lot… b-but only for you.” She begged as he slipped off her panties.

His heart was racing and he felt himself getting more excited as he took off her underwear. He never thought he’d be in such a situation with anyone, much less his favorite student.

"Well I'm honored..." He mumbled as he gently traced his fingers along her most intimate area.

He hummed lowly as he felt her heat and wetness, the feel of her insides on his fingers felt exciting and new to him. “That didn't take much to get you so excited, (Y/N)."

He felt her tighten around his fingered, warm velvety walls full of her neediness, “M-Mr. Shinazugawa~” The look on her face showed out much it was affecting her, it was like she was drunk just from the feelings of his fingers. Was she this sensitive of a virgin?

He was a bit shocked by how sensitive and needy she already was. "You're already so tight and needy, (Y/N)," He whispered.

“A-Ah~!” (Y/N) moaned, tensing up a bit at the sensation, “P-Please…” She whined,

He kept teasing her sensitive bud, gently rubbing in small, slow circles. "Please, what?" He murmured in a teasing tone, wanting to hear her whine and beg more.

“Please, I want more,” She whined, wanting him to go faster. She could feel herself growing wetter as his fingers were able to move more easily.

"How much more? Do you think you deserve it from me?" *He inquired, continuing to tease her with his slow circles. He was getting a bit more excited himself, and felt a bit more comfortable about the whole situation now as he continued rubbing her sensitive bud. 

“A-Ah, oh no~” She said, closing her eyes tightly as she felt the coil in her gut wind tighter, knowing she was getting close. But she didn’t want to release yet, she wanted to keep going. She didn’t want this to stop, but she couldn’t already feel part of herself leaking out. “P-Please, I’m your best student.”

"Maybe you are my favorite student, you're so needy and sensitive already... I can feel you already leaking onto my fingers-" He said, moving his fingers faster and curling them ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna make a mess on the desk~” She moaned, trying to keep herself together.

He couldn't help but let out a seductive and sadistic chuckle as he listened to her needy moans. "You're going to make a mess, huh? Sounds like you need to be punished a bit..." He said as he began to move his fingers faster. 

“B-But I- Ah~!” (Y/n) cried out, her eyes shut tightly as she felt her body tense. The coil finally snapped and she could feel herself release in a gush on his fingers. Her legs twitched as he continued to play with her, overstimulation taking hold.

He grinned lowly, watching her release herself in a gush on his fingers. "That's the first punishment, my favorite student." He smirked as he continued to rub her sensitive bud, wanting to overstimulate her and make her feel more sensations. The math teacher enjoyed seeing her overstimulated, seeing her needy and sensitive reactions.

“Ah~ Mmm~” She said, having mixed feelings on the overstimulation. It was painful, but so good at the same time. She wriggled and bucked her hips into his hands as she craved more of the sweet, torturous, pleasurable feeling.

“Now, be nice and a good girl or your punishment will continue…” His other hand that had been holding her leg in place came and gently gripped onto her hip, not wanting her wriggling while overstimulated. He whispered as he slowed his rubbing, wanting to give her a little break while she overstimulated.*

“I-It feels soooo good~” She said, absolutely drunk of pleasure. So much for a punishment.

“You like being punished? Maybe I’m not being harsh enough…” He teased as he began to rub his fingers harder and faster once again, keeping his grip tightly on her hip.

“A-Ahh~!” She cried out, “Mr. Shinazugawa~ More! I promise I’ll be a good student~ I always have been~”

"Oh? Always have been a good student?" He murmured. He said as he stopped to gently pull away his hand, pulling it out of her skirt. He couldn’t help but smirk as he listened to her beg and whine for more. “I guess you deserve a reward then…”

(Y/N) cried out once more as she came for a second time, making yet another mess on Sanemi’s desk. Finally, he pulled his fingers out before licking them clean. (Y/N) seemed to be in too much of a daze as she tried catching her breath.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Sanemi said, figuring she was far too tired to continue any further. But he planned to come back to this later on, and you knew it too.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

i just want your love (twisters - boone)

a/n: whatever, you can pry this from my cold dead heads.

summary: You've been a bit busy with the start of your master's program and Boone is feeling just the teeny tiniest bit left out.

warnings: fluff, alcohol mentions, swearing, insecurities, i hate you theory, when i catch you theory, unedited i wrote this in like an hour and a half

word count: 1.8k

Now, despite popular opinion, Boone was actually smart. 

While most people would’ve written him off as an uneducated, thoughtless hillbilly, Boone actually had a decent head on his shoulders. Reckless, yeah, loud and chaotic, sure. But he was the best editor the team had, swiftly cutting through b-roll and different angles, always putting on the best show for their viewers. 

But academia was not and never had been and probably never would be Boone’s strong suit. He hadn’t even finished high school. 

And when you had made the decision to go back to school for your Master’s you had warned him that it would be a huge time commitment on your end, that you wouldn’t be able to put as much effort or attention into your relationship as you had before. 

Your first semester would be the Fall semester, right at the heart of the off-season. He had pledged to you that he would be the best partner to you as you made the adjustment and he had pledged to himself that he would do his very best to stay out of your way. 

And yeah, sure, it was an adjustment for you. The long days were killer on you but he always made sure you had a lunch packed and a decent dinner to come home to (and if Cathy and Tyler were giving him tips and tricks and recipes on the side, no one needed to know). He had made sure to make himself scarce or at the very least quiet on weekends, hanging out more with Javi or Tyler and Kate, putting together more footage for compilation videos, and even picking up a new video game Javi had recommended to him. He was pretty sure even Dani and Lilly were sick of him hanging around their place, always bugging Lilly about Cairo and upgrades they could make, even though none of his friends ever had the heart to tell him to go away.

But this was killing him. He had been doing okay, because you usually spent time with him after dinner on the weekends or made breakfast with him and on Friday nights he could coerce you to curl up on the couch with a beer and takeout and watch a movie before you inevitably fell asleep with a piece of pizza in hand, forty five minutes into the movie. 

But last night, a Saturday, you hadn’t left the office for dinner until an hour and a half after he had finished it and had stood in the kitchen only long enough to scarf down two helpings before disappearing to finish your homework. And dammit, he missed you. He wanted to curl up with you, you tugging your fingers through his hair, as he laid his head on your stomach and you told him about your day. He wanted to be able to finish editing a video and get your feedback on it before sending it over to the rest of the group. He wanted to tell you about the improvements he and Javi and Lilly were making to Cairo to get better footage and data from the drone. 

So today, as you’re blinking yourself awake through your third sip of coffee, Boone declares he’s going to help you with your homework. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, silent question in your look. He chooses to ignore it, silently proud of himself, thinking about all the time you’ll get to share with him if he finds a way to help you. Maybe he can read your readings to you as you take notes, or help you come up with questions for discussion, or edit through your reflection assignments for class. 

A stack of paper lands in front of him and he glances up at you. You gesture to it silently as you take your seat, clearly waiting for him to “help”. 

He gingerly picks up the packet, flipping over to the first page and is instantly overwhelmed by the words “empiricism” and “epistemology” and “temporal” and “postulates” and “discursive constitutions”. 

“What in the fresh hell does any of this mean?” He mutters as he flips through it, confusion and embarrassment blurring the foreign words together in the face of the truth: He couldn’t help you with this. He wasn’t smart enough. 

You snort into your coffee. “You tell me. You’re the one who said you could help.” 

He lets the papers fall to the table, cheeks burning in shame. You falter, setting your cup down before standing up, wrapping your arms around him from behind. One of your hands combs itself through his curls, working out the knots that had formed while he was asleep last night. 

“Baby, if I can’t figure it out, I don’t know how you expect to figure it out.”

“Hey.” He protests weakly, face growing even hotter in shame at the callout, twisting to pull away from you but your grip tightens. 

“Easy, that’s not what I’m saying.” You say with a tug on his hair. “‘M saying it’s hard all-around and I’m familiar with this field. No wonder it don’t make sense to you. And maybe I shouldn’t have given you the theory, that shit’s meant to be hard, but I wanted to make a point.” He sighs, knowing you’re telling the truth. “Baby, tell me what’s going on.”

“I just-” He sighs, feeling like an idiot for even saying it. “I just miss you.” 

Your hand pauses in his hair. “Boone, we talked about this.” 

And you had. You had made it so clear to him that you would be busy, maybe too busy, and you’d understand if he wanted to break it off. But he hadn’t wanted to lose you and that fear had made him panic, promising things he wasn’t sure he could sustain. 

And Javi and Kate had both warned him separately, the sacrifices grad school required, and even Tyler and Lilly had warned him that the crap he had put up with while they had been in school would be nothing compared to the long work and internship hours, class blocks, and homework loads of grad school. 

But he wanted to be with you more than he cared about a couple of road bumps for a few years while you got a degree that would ultimately, hopefully, let you make a little bit more money to create a better life for the two of you. Not that he thought the life you guys had had before was bad, but if another degree and a bit more money in the bank made you happy, he’d back you in that effort, a hundred and ten percent. 

And yet, he was starting to get the feeling that he was going to get left behind. You had complained to him that there were primarily men in your program, and while he had laughed with you at the idiot comments they’d make in class, he was starting to wonder if it would just take one connection with any of them for you to realize you could be with someone more your speed. Someone smart and someone who understands whatever fancy-pants words this author was using and someone whose schedules matched yours and would just be a better fit all around. 

“Baby, you’re crying.” You whisper and to his horror, he realizes he is, face suddenly wet. 

Before he can even do anything about it, your face swims into view as you sit on his lap. His hands immediately find your waist, the need to have you close persisting past the urge to pretend like nothing is wrong. 

Your thumbs wipe away his tears. “What’s wrong, my love?” You whisper softly, concern etched into the lines of your face. He gives a pitiful shrug. 

“I just think that- that maybe you need to be with someone better. Someone smarter, I guess. Someone who understands what the word postulates means.” 

“I think if anyone who understands theory should legally be considered a psychopath.” Your face falls when he doesn’t laugh at the joke and you sigh. “Baby, you are plenty smart, even if it isn’t with this shit.” 

“But what if you meet someone better there? Someone who can understand you?” 

You give a sad smile. “Baby, you do understand me. And all those men are old or married or gay or extremely annoying. Or E, all of the above. I don’t want them.” 

“But you want me?” 

It doesn’t make sense to him. It has never made sense to him, but it especially doesn’t make sense to him now. 

“Booney, of course I want you. How could I not?” 

And well, he could think of one or two reasons. Or twenty. 

“Booney, this has been one of the hardest adjustments in my life. But you’ve been so great through it, always making sure I eat and go to bed at a decent hour and do all my homework so I’m not waking up at odd hours of the night, stressed out of my mind. And it’s been really fucking lonely, being at a school where I can’t along with any of my classmates and I don’t know anyone else, but you’re always making sure I’m seeing the Wranglers for barbecue at least once a week, or catching up with Kate over coffee or going riding with Tyler. You’re making sure my head stays on, making sure I’m taking care of myself. And I’m sorry I haven’t been taking care of you in return. 

“No,” He protests. “No, this is dumb shit, it ain’t-”

“It ain’t dumb shit, it’s your feelings, and I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention. I’m gonna make more of an effort to try.” Once he nods, and you see the confirmation you’re looking for, you sigh, hands leaving his face. “Listen, I only got one chapter to read today, so let me finish eating and go do that, and then I’m yours the rest of the day. You can have me all day, although I should maybe shower at some point, cause I can’t remember the last time I took one.” 

He offers you a watery smile. “You mean it? I’m not gonna be a major distraction? If you got shit to do, I- I understand. I can go over to T’s or something.”

You shake your head. “No, no. I mean it.” 

“Can we just- just stay in bed the whole day? Watch movies or something?” He asks shyly. You nod, a grin growing. 

“Sounds heavenly baby.” 

He lets you go, maybe a bit reluctantly, as you finish your eggs before disappearing into the office, and then to the shower an hour later. He can’t help but join you, almost too pleased to have your undivided attention. 

Later that night, as both of your phones are set on the nightstand on do not disturb, takeout containers strewn across the room, the Harry Potter films flickering on a forgotten screen, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “I fucking love you baby.” He whispers. “You’re- the whole world to me.” 

You hum, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too, baby. I ain’t going nowhere, nowhere in the whole world I’d wanna be then right here.”

[lilacs-honey]

🌹 draco malfoy courting the reader hehehe

Yes? Yes.

Part of my 2 year milestone event!

MASTERLIST

(Yesss hehhehehe…. Got a bit spicy but that’s okay 😉)

“Hey pretty girl.” A deep voice said from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned my head to see Draco Malfoy holding a black lilly, adorned in his usual casual black suit.

“Hello Malfoy.” I replied continuing to busy myself with my homework.

He sat down next to me and hissed out a sigh. Draco set the lilly behind my ear, tucking my hair back, and commented, “Not even going to the first name?”

“I’m a bit busy for your games today, Draco.”

“That’s fine by me, love.” He groaned as he stretched his long legs onto the coffee table across from him. “I could sit here and watch you study all day.”

“Bit creepy that is.” Blaise commented as he walked through the common room and up the stairs.

“Stay out of this you, pratt!” Draco yelled after him.

I sighed and half slammed my Transfiguration book shut. “What is it that you want?”

“A few moments of your complete and undivided attention.” He took his legs off of the table and smirked at me, his signature silver eyes gleaming.

There was a beat of silence before I said, “Well, go on then handsome. Spout out your surely well rehearsed speech.”

He smiled. “Y/n, ever since I saw you for the first time in first year I’ve known you’re the one for me. Not only because you’re beautiful, confident, and pure, but because of the way you perceive the world. I like you, Y/n, more than I’d like to admit. Will you go out with me?”

My heart sped up and I looked him up and down. It had been a few weeks since he had started surprising me with gifts and constant flirting, but I had thought it was a joke. It hit me like a ton of bricks and there was only one answer in my mind. “Yes.”

“Yes?” He asked, almost like he didn’t believe it.

“Yes. I would love nothing more.” We exchanged giddy grins sitting in a beat of silence, just staring at each other.

A beautiful electricity seemed to surround us and I forgot of everything real as we went in for a kiss. He placed his hands of the sides of my face, pushing my cheeks together and giving him leverage to deepen the kiss. Fire coursed through my body as I moved to sit on his lap.

We made out on that common room couch for was felt like hours, getting only occasional gulps of air. Once we finally parted, we kept our chests plastered together despite being red in the face and gasping for air.

“So, uhh… can we do more of that?” I asked, giggling at his crimson cheeks and ears that contrasted so heavily against his paper white skin.

“Yes. Most definitely.” He laughed breathily, running a hand up and down my arm.

“Yes.” I sighed. What a great word.

MASTERLIST

[hughessdemon]

WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM ? || J.BURROW

~joe burrow x f1!driver fem

social media au-

summary - what happened between the two kids who were in love in high school???

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BACKSTORY:

June 12, 2015

Joey and I just graduated from Athens; after four grueling years here, we have graduated from this hell hole. You would think I spent a lot of time with Joey, but we barely did because I was going across countries for races, and he played basketball and was a quarterback. Sometimes, I had to ask him for help with homework because I was so behind that I would’ve failed. I was glad to have someone like Joey, who was supportive but intelligent on his own; there’s no really a backstory on how we met. I moved to Athens due to my dad’s new job in town, and I started 7th grade here. This is how I met Joey; he was persistent in speaking with me, so I gave him a chance to be friends, leading us to our situation now. I knew I was offered a contract from McLaren when they observed my races, and my team had been negotiating with them for quite a while. I came to agree joining with the team that would lead me to reach my goal …. Which was to be in Formula 1 I didn’t tell Joey at all which I should’ve but I waited till we graduated and when I left in a few days after college started. He seemed like he didn’t care really that much because he wasn’t the type to do long distance when i told him but deep inside I know I hurted him and I deserved nothing from him . heartbroken as you were the few races were coming up before you debuted in the May of 2016 so you needed to focus really good , you met your teammates and mechanics but deep inside nothing was okay . You happily learnt Joey moved on with a new girl , happy as you were for him , you still in love with him , even though you both would eventually fall apart you didn’t expect him to move on so quick. …..

[marauderswolf22]

James: moons? Do you think that-

Remus: YES LILLY LIKES YOU, SHE TOLD ME THAT SO STOP WITH THIS ASKING

James: oh that's okay, i wanted to ask if there was homework

James:

James: LILLY WHAT

[gabbytheplatypus]

Lucky One

Jake Seresin sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced at the clock. "I know this isn't the most thrilling topic right now, but could you all try to focus for the last fifteen minutes? I promise next week we’ll dive into the exciting bits of World War I." Stella, a friendly and hard-working student in the front row, shot a stern look at her chatty classmates, and the room fell into an awkward silence. A few students offered Jake apologetic smiles. He understood. It was Friday, the final period of the day, and everyone was itching to go home. Honestly, he was just as eager to head home, grab some snacks, and lose himself in an action movie.

Jake usually loved teaching, especially when his students asked clever questions or showed genuine curiosity. He thrived on finding creative ways to make history come alive for them. He once divided his students into two groups and each group had to think of a strategy on how they could defeat the other group if they were in command of their own military. It wasn’t exactly on the syllabus, but the result? His students were hooked, and their projects on World War I society had blown him away. He was incredibly proud of them, but unfortunately he no longer taught that specific class. He’d sometimes see his former students around town, always greeted with a smile and a "Hey, Mr. Seresin!"

He stood up and handed out papers. It was a dull topic, even by his standards, but it was part of the curriculum. He made a mental note to keep it as brief as possible. After five minutes of focused silence, the chatter started up again. Jake cleared his throat loudly. "You know, if what you're talking about is so interesting, maybe you’d like to share it with the whole class?" He grinned, aiming for playful rather than strict. His students at least had the decency to look sheepish before quieting down again. It was quiet for the remaining minutes of the lesson.

As the final bell rang and the students gathered their things and went to leave. Kate, Tyler, Javi and Lilly immediately started talking rather loudly again. Jake overheard a comment that made him pause. "I wish I had Mr. Machado instead of Mr. Bradshaw," Javi grumbled. "Scott’s so damn lucky to have him."

When they were halfway out the door, Jake couldn’t help but call after them, "Oh? What terrible crime has Mr. Bradshaw committed now?" He leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, an amused look on his face.

The group froze, turning to see if Jake was serious or just messing with them. His smirk gave it away, and Lilly groaned dramatically. "Isn’t it obvious? Mr. Bradshaw’s out to get us! The amount of homework he gives—it’s practically a declaration of war."

Jake let out a snort of laughter, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something else, something softer. "Well, he does take his subject very seriously."

"It's English. We speak English. Why isn't that enough?" Javi scoffed.

Kate gave Javi a light smack on the back of his head. "You’re just lazy," she muttered, though Jake caught the words and chuckled.

"Is he really that bad?" Jake asked, packing up his things but still focused on his students. Javi and Lilly nodded enthusiastically, while Tyler seemed distracted, sneaking glances at Kate. Jake made a mental note to pair those two up for the next group project, already excited for excellent results.

Kate frowned thoughtfully. "I wouldn’t say he’s bad. Just… exhausting."

Jake chuckled, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. "Well, from what I’ve seen, he’s pretty normal. Maybe you’re all just a little… sensitive?"

"You don’t know him like we do!" Javi insisted, throwing in his best puppy dog eyes, which Lilly mimicked with dramatic flair. Jake laughed, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Was Bradley really that intense? Sure, he knew Bradley could be demanding, but that was one of the things he admired most about him. The guy had passion—perhaps a little too much sometimes, but it was all with good intentions. He just wanted to prepare his students for the future and maybe he was a little overzealous, but in the end he definitely had a good heart and just wanted everyone to do their best.

"Oh yes? How is Mr. Bradshaw different with you than when I see him in the hallways?"

Javi huffed. "You’ve never had to sit through one of his 40-minute rants about some ancient book nobody cares about. And trust me, it wasn’t even a good one!"

Jake shook his head in mock shock. "The horror! And here I thought English class was supposed to be relaxing. What did he do to you this time to earn your complaints today?"

"We have to write an eight-page essay," Tyler finally chimed in, his voice heavy with resignation.

"On what?" Jake asked curiously and tilted his head.

"If only I knew," Javi exclaimed dramatically, throwing his arms into the air before letting them drop in defeat.

Jake bit back a laugh. "Should I have a word with Mr. Bradshaw? Maybe scold him for his rude behavior and tell him to ease up on our poor, overworked students?"

The four of them grinned, and Lilly nodded enthusiastically. "You’d be our hero, Mr. Seresin! You’re the best!"

Jake chuckled, waving them off. "Enjoy your weekend, guys. Try not to let all that homework ruin it."

As they left, Jake allowed himself a smirk. He was definitely going to tease Bradley about this later. For now, though, he had snacks to buy and a movie to enjoy.

---------------------------

"Tyler, let’s go to the mall!" Lilly suggested, linking arms with Javi as they walked out of school.

"I’m in," Javi agreed quickly.

Tyler shrugged, "Why not?"

"Kate, you coming?" Javi asked, and after some light convincing, Kate agreed to join them.

"Tyler’s buying ice cream for everyone," Kate teased, nudging him with her elbow. Tyler rolled his eyes but raised his hands in mock surrender, earning high-fives from Lilly and Javi

Kate and Tyler smiled briefly at each other and the group of friends set off. They strolled through the mall, chatting and laughing, when Kate suddenly stopped in her tracks, pointing ahead. "Hey, isn’t that Mr. Seresin?"

"Yeah, it is," Lilly said, grinning. "Let’s go say hi."

But as they got closer, Lilly’s greeting died in her throat. Mr. Seresin was leaning in, kissing the man whose hand he was holding.

"No way," Kate whispered, her eyes wide in shock as she recognized the other man. Javi’s jaw practically hit the floor. The man Jake was kissing wore a familiar ring—one they’d all seen a thousand times on Mr. Seresin’s hand in class. Could it be…?

"Is that… Mr. Bradshaw?!"

𝐷𝐸𝐷𝐼𝐶𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝑇𝑂 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑁𝐴, 𝑀𝑌 𝐹𝐴𝑉𝑂𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝑇𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑂 𝐺𝑂��𝑆𝐼𝑃 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 <3

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I'm running on like 2-3 hours of sleep rn cuz I stayed up till 4am last night for math homework. Then I woke up at 5:30 to get ready for school- oh wait I'm running on one and a half hour, pog. Oh wait again no I'm not, I dozed off in the school bus and first period(we didn't do anything cuz finals are over). So yeah 2-3 hours. I feel awake enough to act normally but I will still be extra silly today methinks. I deserve it

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Siblings Care For Each Other

Nicholas notices his sister's selflessness is at her own expense.

WARNINGS: Neglectful parents? Nicholas is 7 in this and Lillian is 9. I think that's it. Tamaya and Nolan are Nick and Lillian's parents.

Nicholas Ross Master List

A recurring pattern Nicholas noticed in his sister is her need to care for others, but rarely tending to herself. He remembers her spending 5 days caring for everyone in the house, including their parents, in various ways. In ways that had her looking and feeling exhausted.

Nicholas sat at the island counter, finishing his homework, and watching his sister. She was zipping around the kitchen fixing dinner for them. Their parents went out on date night and left the kids with $100. Instead of ordering something, like she was told, Lillian scavenged the kitchen, finding enough ingredients to make shrimp pasta, Hawaiian garlic bread, and a loaf of banana bread for dessert.

The boy swears he heard Lillian whisper under her breath a thank you to whoever for her mom not throwing away the bananas.

Unfortunately, Lillian looked how she felt. Her hair, though tucked into a bonnet, was dirty from skipping wash day over a week ago. Her skin was dry and flakey from forgetting her skincare routine. The bags under her eyes were slightly more prominent on her caramel skin. His sister was struggling, and Nicholas felt hopeless.

"Did you finish your homework?"

He looks up and Lillian greets him with a smile as she passes him with 2 plates to the living room. Nicholas hums, grabbing the drinks and cutlery before following his sister.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas asks, sitting on the floor next to his sister. Lillian hums in question as she starts their latest series fixation. Nicholas clarifies, "You look tired."

"Gee, what a way to make a lady smile," Lilly jokes, shaking chili pepper flakes onto Nick's pasta. Nicholas barely manages to stop his eyes from rolling at his sister, and instead chucks a balled-up napkin at her.

"I know you haven't been taking care of yourself. I'm just worried." He stiffly pats her shoulder before clearing his throat and scooping a forkful of pasta into his mouth. A piece of shrimp falls back onto his plate and the sauce onto his shirt.

"I'm okay, Nick. You don't have to worry," Lillian whispered, wrapping her arm around the shorter boy and pulling him against her. She ignores his protests and wipes his shirt clean.

Later that night, Tamaya and Nolan come home to the house smelling of banana bread. The kitchen light was on and Nicholas's homework was left on the counter with 2 slices of banana bread next to it.

Please check this for me. - Nicholas P.S. Lillian baked some banana bread. Please eat it and tell her what you think. It'll make her happy.

Nicholas Ross Master list

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[ieatkeyboard]

Homework gone wrong

You had to make a potion for school but you added the wrong chemical and ended up with an aphrodisiac. It just so happened Simeon was your partner and read the chemical wrong.

Simeon x Fem reader

Warnings: NSFT, Established relationship, naughty words, P in V, unprotected, praise, size k1nk. Let me know if I missed anything!

Lovely. You have MORE homework. Thankfully for you, Simeon, your boyfriend of a year and a half, was your assigned partner.

You had 3 days to get it done but in your head it wasn't a big deal. It should take less than an hour to mix up your chemicals anyway.

You and your boyfriend decided it would be better to do it in purgatory hall, as you planned to spend the night anyhow.          "Ready to go, Beautiful?" Simeon said, picking up your bag and kissing your forehead. You hummed and began walking.

Luke was in the Celestial realm with Solomon and Mephisto so you had the loft to yourselves. He opened the door for you and set your bags in his room.

"Aaaand there we are! Would you like to settle in and eat before we start or should we get it out of the way now?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist so your chest was against his.

"Lets get this over with and than we can order in" You replied, giggling as he peppered your face with kisses.

You had your beakers set and Simeon began to read out the instructions.

"Now we need the purple powder." He read.

"Sweetheart, we have 2 purple powders. The cool one or the warm one?" You replied, wiping your measuring spoon off with a paper towel.

"The warm one, I believe." He said, shutting the spell book. "After that, it's done!"

You gently opened the clear bag, taking your measuring spoon and taking the proper amount. The bags had names on them but they weren't facing up so neither of you could see them.

You put it in and the mixture went from a bright blue to a deep red, unlike the teacher example the previous day.

"Umm...Honey?..Are you sure that was the right one?" You asked, concern obvious in your voice as your beloved opened the book again.

"I'm pretty sure... It said it was the warm....One. No it didn't." He sighed. "I read it wrong. It said it should become warm to the touch, not that it's warm toned."

"It doesn't say the name?"

"No, not that I see anyway. It just labelled 'purple powder'."

You looked at the name on the bags. The warm toned baggie was labelled 'Lillys eye (Purple Eye)' and the cool one was 'amythest powder (Purple powder)'.

"Babe?" Your boyfriend asked as panic set in. You had no clue what you had just made.

He looked through any pages with the word purple eye or lillys eye and found one similar to the concoction you made. You took the book from him and began searching for side effects and if it was dangerous while your boyfriend sat down, taking his sweater off and bunching it up in his lap.

Side effects: Arousal.  Shit.

You felt it. Warmth spread down from your core to your clit as you grabbed the table for support.

It was in long, heavy waves.

"Find it, Angel?" He asked, his voice laced with a tone you didn't hear often. Lust.

"Yes. It iiis..An Aphrodisiac." You sighed.

You tried not to think. To empty your head.

Think about ordering food. Getting this feeling out of your system, this feeling, feeling, you wanted to feel him insi-

You threw your head back and groaned.

"A strong one, I see.." He remarked.

His voice was intoxicating. Soft, like a seductive whisper that hovered over the parts that ached most.

"Mhm, if we order food now it should be here in time." You said. "Maybe get this shit out of our systems"

He didn't have time as he palmed himself. He needed you now.

"Simeon?"

Your voice went straight to his bulge. It was like torture.

Speak you idiot! he though.

"Yes! Yes, Love? What's the matter?"

"You feel it too, don't you?"

He stood up and picked you up, sitting you on the table as you undid each others clothes.

Desperate hands on one another as if this was the last time you'd ever touch him. His hands were rough against your jaw as he kissed you.

"Fuck me, please PLEASE fuck me!" You begged as he laid you down, pinning your hands to the sides of your head.

"Fuck, you're so small compared to me.." He let out a loud moan as his hips rutted against yours. You slipped your hands beneath his boxers and pulled them down.

"Please, make me feel good." You whined in his ear.

"Anything for you, Angel.."

You screamed his name as your mind went blank. The table shook as he whimpered into your neck.

"Good Girl. That's a good fucking girl" He buried a hand into your head as his tongue slid through your teeth. You were too limp to kiss back as you clawed his back.

"Come on, Baby Girl, cum for me. " His burried his head into the crook as you screamed his name, warm liquid covering his dark happy trail. "Oh Baby!" He whimpered as he came.

The flame in your stomach began to die down and you kissed him softly.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, kissing up your jaw to your ear.

You nodded and held him close. 

"Thank you.."

NOTE: I'm sorry if it feels skimmed over I tried my best :,)

[theladyragnell]

G foooor Alion/Tiriel or, if you really wanna stretch option, Lilly/Elsbeth? ;)

(Look, I love Alion and Tiriel, but did you really think you could give me an excuse to try writing these two and I wouldn't immediately leap on it? Anyway, a brief moment from right after the magic pearl. (For the confused, these are two NPC allies of the party in the game I am running, I really should do a little primer on this game sometime since I keep vagueblogging about it.))

“Any word?”

Tuesday evening shifts at the library are usually pretty quiet, which means Lilly tends to spend a lot of them doing her homework. She’s still kind of deciding how she feels about the fact that Elsbeth has figured that out, and started stopping by for a few minutes on Tuesday evenings, even when she’s got a party to go to. Like, she likes it. She just also is kind of not enjoying the return of her embarrassing freshman year crush. She’s in her last year and applying for grad schools. She’s supposed to be cooler than this.

This isn’t about her crush, though. This is about her friends, who keep doing things so scary she can’t look at them head on, so she puts down her textbook and looks at Elsbeth, all bundled up in her winter coat, leaning against the counter in the same spot she always leans. Like it’s her spot. “Other than that they’re back? No.”

“Assholes,” says Elsbeth, in a tone of voice so fond Lilly wants to do something stupid. “I hate waiting for news enough when it’s Uncle Gildo and he’s just taking on a few mimics in a well-mapped dungeon.”

“It hasn’t happened that much,” says Lilly, but that’s just stupid, because once things like this start happening to people, they keep happening. They happen to Lilly too, sometimes, now. And this one was big, and Morye’s god is involved somehow, and she really wants a whole lot of details and also doesn’t want any details at all. “And you were with them, for the crab thing.”

Elsbeth frowns and shoves her hands in her pockets. “And you were with them in that factory.”

Lilly has nightmares about the Quicksilver Soda Factory sometimes. About good people dead for stupid reasons, and about how they all almost died when she was supposed to be team leader, supposed to have the information that would keep them protected. If Morye’s god didn’t love him, she and they would both be dead. “I know that.”

“I wish I’d come with you,” Elsbeth says, straightening up from her lean, and talks over Lilly before she can even start saying anything, catching the way she’s shaking her head and getting ready for it. “That’s what I do, and what I’m going to do. None of you had ever been in a situation like that before, and I should have just canceled everything and gone.”

“Everything’s okay now,” Lilly says, like there’s not a faint white scar on her breastbone, a little circle of branching lightning that keeps her from wearing her nicest date top because people ask questions and they aren’t ones she wants to answer on dates.

Elsbeth just looks at her. That’s fair. Elsbeth’s got a few physical scars, but they both know the worst ones are inside, and that she knows better than pretty much anyone how it’s never really okay. “You think they’re okay?”

Lilly has been doing a lot of research on magic pearls, since they sent her a message. They’re not malevolent, but they are a once-a-century phenomenon that are dangerous to defuse and even more dangerous to ignore. “We’ll check in on them. Just like you’re checking in on me.”

“I guess so.” Elsbeth shifts a little, not quite her confident lean but not quite awkward either. Just watching Lilly like she’s waiting for something Lilly doesn’t know how to say. Or maybe Lilly’s reading too much into it, because a second later she’s straightening, taking a step back. “Anyway, just wanted to check in, see if they’d told you more details yet, but sounds like they want to sleep it off first. Stay in touch, okay? I might not be helpful on the research jobs for them, but I don’t mind listening.”

“You’re always helpful,” says Lilly, too fast, too honest, and definitely not believed, judging by the way Elsbeth’s mouth quirks. “Stop by anytime, though. And I’ll tell them to tell you too.”

“Only if they want,” says Elsbeth, and backs up another step. “And only if you want. Have a good shift, Joy. I’ll catch you later.”

That’s new, and enough to leave her speechless for a second. “Joy” is for talking herself down, for scolding herself, for being encouraged by her grandmothers and begged for another story by her little brother. It’s just the second syllable of her name, but it’s intimate, and Elsbeth’s got to know that, because there’s something a little tense in her shoulders, like she’s waiting to see if Lilly is going to say anything about it. Maybe she would, if she could think of anything to say. “Catch you later,” she promises, a little strangled, and it seems like it’s good enough, because Elsbeth is off, ducking back out into the cold, leaving Lilly at the desk with her usual list of tasks to complete and no attention left over to do them.