#silence fanfic

[rec-a-fanfic]

Silence by Lady Jaye1 on FFNet.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5030580/1/Silence

GI Joe / XMen

Rated Teen

Unfinished as of 2014 but frankly worth reading anyway.

329k words.

This was actually the first fic I ever read! It's centered on Beach Head, featuring Snake Eyes, Lifeline, and Remy Lebeau | Gambit in the main spotlight, and the other main Joes and a good selection of xmen as side characters. The plot is a lot of fun, and I dont think any description I could come up with would do justice to its exploration of characterization and careful balance of plot, introspection, and goofball shenanigans.

[sukunasbow]

being in a relationship with katsuki bakugou means that both of you have a mutual understanding that comfortable silence is something the two of you value every once in a while. you're able to simply be with each other, communicating through nothing but eye contact and actions.

ochaco's birthday is coming up and the entire class decided to throw a surprise party. everyone had a certain task, including you and katsuki.

your task is to bake cupcakes for the party, so now the two of you are alone in the shared dormitory kitchen while the rest of your classmates distract ochaco and take her to the mall.

your boyfriend finished baking the cupcakes and left the decorating to you. he sits on one of the kitchen stools, his eyes never leaving you as you carefully spread pink frosting onto each vanilla cupcake.

during this time, neither of you bother making small talk or conversation. instead, you decide to enjoy the presence of being there for each other and knowing that's enough.

[cursed-dagger]

we have but one life.

why would you read "classical literature" and "philosophy" and "actual books published by world renowned authors" when you can read dramione smut written by a redbull fuelled college student at 3 in the morning

[justaz]

im a slut for post magic reveal arthur (& knights) thinking merlin has like. a smidge of magic. like he can get stains out of clothes or warm food and baths but OBVIOUSLY merlin can’t fight. that’s ridiculous. merlin doesn’t correct this notion for whatever reason - perhaps it’s best that people think that so when they’re all in danger, he isn’t registered as a threat so he can protect his silly lil guys. ofc his silly lil guys realize that they were wrong bc the bad guys get a lil too close to hurting arthur and merlin is like “nope! fights over!!” and annihilates them

[chrisbesitos]

madison meeting your baby daughter for the first time.

Y/N never expect to date a famous singer, but here she is, driving to a restaurant to finally introduce your baby daughter to Madison. She was excited, but at the same time scared of how she was react.

Madison was super excited, she loves to hear Y/N talk about Eloise and see pictures of they together. She knows since they started to talk that Y/N was a single mom, but it wasn't a problem for her. Y/N always had relationship issues, because they run away when find out she is a mom, but Madison stay.

In the restaurant, Madison was waiting inside and she opened a soft smile when saw Y/N and Eloise. The 4 year old girl was so pretty in a pink dress covered with white flowers, she looks so much with her mother. Y/N smiled to Madison, holding her baby daughter on her lap, she was hiding her face in the crook of her neck by the shyness.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Madison got up to hug her girlfriend — and her baby daughter —, Y/N embrace the brunette shoulder with her free arm and let a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Hi, Mads." Y/N reply. Eloise is still hiding her face, Madison smiled. "You don't want to say 'hi' to Madison, baby?"

Eloise slowly raised her head and looked at Madison, she gave a little smile and her cheeks got a pink tone. Madison cooed, she was the cutest thing in the whole world.

"Hi, Madison." She said with her cheek pressing her mom's shoulder.

"Hi, Eloise. I was so excited to meet you." Madison remembers that she had something to Eloise, so she held the box that was in the table and handed it to the little girl. "This is for you, I hope you like it."

"Oh, Mads, you don't have it—" Y/N was interrupted by Madison's shake head. Eloise holds the box with her eyes shining of excitement, she loves to get gifts. "How do we say, Elo?"

"Thank you, Madison!" She opened a big smile, shaking the box to know what was inside.

They sit, so Eloise could open her gift. It was a plushie of My Melody, the little girl opened a smile and showed her new plushie to her mom. Y/N had tell Madison that she loves Hello Kitty and Friends, so the plushie was a perfect gift for her and Madison also loves My Melody too.

Madison spent the whole night talking with Eloise, Y/N was passionate by the way the way her girlfriend was treating her baby daughter, no one never had done this before. She knows Madison was the woman of her life, she could cry in that moment.

Eloise gave Madison one of her smile potatoes from her kid meal — she didn't even share her food with Y/N —, she also talked about her day in the kindergarten and how she draw a butterfly and colored with pink and blue. Now Madison knows her favorite color, which is blue, and also knows her favorite movie and song.

By the end of the night, Eloise was upset that she had to go home and not see Madison anymore, but Madison says that they can meet again soon.

"Madison, are you going to marry my mom?" Eloise asks looking at Madison.

"Eloise!" Y/N said.

"I really hope, Elo!" She replied, Madison bent down to be at the same height as Eloise. "Please, tell her to say 'yes', okay?"

Of course Eloise said this to her mother. After putting Elo in the bed, Y/N thought that she definitely would say 'yes' to Madison.

i really want to write more madison w a single mom!reader

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[redz0nez9]

ILL BE SILENT MATTT 😂😝

[moonthecreator]

TIL: TFP Soundwave has 4 digits and only 2 digit joints

I sure do hope every TFP Soundwave fic writer, will join me, in wondering how the FUCK this man holds anything. HE AINT GOT WRITS!! I mean he DOES! But is he able to swivel his servo independently from his wing?? I need heeeeelp

[blue-jisungs]

RADIO SILENCE ,, SUNGHOON SMAU

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

featuring. enha (duh) NCT DREAM jaemin , RED VELVET yeri, AESPA ningning, LE SSERAFIM sakura, TXT taehyun, HWANG MINHYUN + more

genre. smau duh. fluff, enemies to lovers, a lil bit of angst, crack. there will be written chapters too

warnings. my awful humour, cursing n prolly kys jokes, suggestive, typos, there might be logical errors in time stamps since it’s my first time doing a smau and i’m still figuring out how the apps work LMAO, sunghoon n yn are bit of an assholes ig + will add if there’s something more ++ DISCLAIMER: i started writing it in july 2023 so if theres something like "nct dream cb with istj" yeah. thats why. so ignore all the mixed and illogical stuff connected to that bc i just mentioned stuff that was out at the time of being

started. 6/01/2024

completed. 23/02/2024

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a/n. phew. i’m so excited to do that you don’t even know???? hopefully i’ll manage to finish it LOL as i said, it’s my first time doing an actual smau so feel free to send constructive criticism 😪😪 aslo big shoutout to everyone who hyped me up on this ilysm + @vnsux who helped me a lil bit with technical stuff

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎧 ꒱ PROFILES ! y/n and the 6 dancing princesses | enSCAMpen | hwang y/n’s official kpop profile

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎙️ ꒱ MASTERLIST !

01. “devil works hard but hybe works harder”

02. “that was fucking scary my heart is going pitter patter pitter patter”

03. go girl give us nothing 🍅🍅🍅

04. ''wanna hear a joke?''

05. hoodie

06. mark lee

07. do we hear a breakup song?

08. after all this time

09. including mark himself

10. i ate it

11. only for the boba

12. "I WAS NEVER NOT BITCHLESS"

13. "ah shit here we go again"

14. “let’s give them a show”

15. DDAY

[thekinglemingle]

Proposal for Big Finish: David Tennant and Alex Kingston low stakes adventure, with the twist being that it's retired Fourteen not Ten and he can't let River realise that he knows their whole deal. He so desperately wants to tell her how much he misses her, but he can't spoil the existence of the second regeneration cycle and ruin Twelve's surprise.

And that's why River thinks she's seen Ten much older than he was in the library.

[cece693]

Protect (Hannibal Lecter x Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You didn't care if people were against your relationship with Hannibal, calling you all names under the sun for managing to 'bewitch' one of Baltimore's highest socialites, but Hannibal was a different story.

tags: teaching a lesson, Hannibal really just wants to protect you, murder (duh)

"Hannibal, please tell me you didn't kill him." You whined, looking at your lover, who couldn't even bother to feign confusion, simply letting one of those small, knowing smiles grace his face.

You turned back to TattleCrime, reading all about the mysterious disappearance of Alan Wright, one of Baltimore's more notable socialites. Theories of who could've done it, along with useless testimonies from people who 'loved' him and wanted him back, filled the page. With a frustrated sigh, you closed the laptop and stood up from the couch.

"We talked about hunting too close to home. What if they trace it back to you?"

"They won't." Hannibal reassured, his voice laced with a smugness that you couldn’t help but resent. If you were a normal person, the knowledge that you were sleeping with a cannibalistic serial killer would have sent you running for the hills, but you weren’t sane.

Hannibal's ideology, while disturbing, was understandable, honorable even. Rudeness was intolerable (something you wholeheartedly agreed with), but you could overlook it under special circumstances—this moment constitutes as one.

"Hannibal, you can't kill every person who speaks unfavorably of me. That would draw even more unwanted attention from the police and FBI."

Hannibal’s jaw clenched, a clear signal that your words had struck a nerve. He knew you were right—lately, Will and Jack had begun to suspect him, their eyes narrowing in on the smallest inconsistencies. There was no need to get sloppy and provide them with the evidence they so desperately sought.

"Alan Wright wasn’t just unfavorable." he began, his tone measured and calm. "He was a vile creature, filled with envy and spite. He demeaned you, reduced you to nothing more than a trophy, a shallow figure climbing the social ladder." His words were sharp, each one cutting deeper as he continued. "He dared to belittle what we share, to trivialize it. How could I stand idly by while he poisoned others with his malicious lies?"

"Lies." you interjected, your voice firm but calm. "You said it yourself—baseless assumptions that hold no power."

Hannibal’s eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tightening again as he processed your words. "Perhaps they were lies." he conceded, though his tone suggested he was far from convinced. "But lies, when spoken by someone with influence, can become a dangerous truth in the minds of others. Alan had a way of manipulating those around him, of planting seeds of doubt and suspicion."

You could see the frustration building in him, the way his control was slipping with each passing moment. "But those seeds would have withered without attention." you pressed, trying to make him see your reasoning.

"They didn’t deserve your time, your energy, or your wrath. It shouldn't matter what others think of us. That would be pedestrian, don't you agree?" You knew it was petty, but Hannibal had to understand the irrationality behind his actions.

"Pedestrian." He echoed, the word seeming to weigh heavily on his tongue. "Perhaps so. But it is not merely about the opinions of others. It’s about the principle of the matter, and the respect I feel you deserve."

Hannibal’s gaze softened, but the intensity in his eyes remained. "You underestimate how far I’m willing to go to protect you, to protect us." he murmured, his voice low and almost tender, though a dangerous edge lingered beneath. "Alan Wright wasn’t just a man spreading lies—he was a threat, one that I could not allow to fester."

You sighed, your frustration growing as you saw no change in Hannibal's mind. "But at what cost? You can’t kill every person who sees us differently, who doesn’t understand what we have. It’s not sustainable, and it’s not worth the risk."

Hannibal’s expression hardened, the control he’d been holding onto slipping further. "I won’t let anyone take you from me." he said, his voice rising, the calm facade beginning to crumble. "Not Alan Wright, not anyone. They will not diminish what we share, what we could become. I will protect you from all threats, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his conviction. You could feel the storm building inside him, the way his emotions were beginning to spiral out of control. But even as he unraveled, you couldn’t help but feel a deep, conflicted pull toward him—a mix of fear, admiration, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

"Hannibal." you said softly, stepping closer to him, trying to bring him back. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. But we need to be smart about this. We can’t let emotions drive us to do something we’ll regret."

For a moment, Hannibal didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on some distant point as if lost in his own thoughts. But then, slowly, he seemed to regain control, his breathing steadying, the wildness in his eyes dimming. He looked at you, really looked at you, and the tension in his body eased.

"You’re right." he finally said, though the words seemed to come with difficulty. "We must be careful. But never doubt my commitment to us, to you. I will protect what we have with everything I am."

[swordsonnet-bardofwar]

I fuckin love poolverine fanfic because there are 3 very distinct flavors:

1. They fuck

2. They make their own little family

3. Existential crisis

( and the secret 4th option: all of the above)

[littlespace-imagines]

Could you do headcanons or a scenario with Daddy! Hannibal Lecter? Please and thank you! 😊

This is written so it could go for either Hannibal

Pairing: CG!Hannibal x Little!reader

Contains: GN!Reader, honorific (Daddy) used, CG/L dynamics, Littlespace, established relationship

Hannibal is a fantastic caregiver, very hands on and prideful

Being his little one means you’re always on your best behavior.

He is a stickler for manners tbh like straight up will make you right lines because you forgot to say please.

He doesn’t get angry, just simply tells you it was a wrong thing to do and he thinks 20 lines written in neat cursive will make you remember better.

You’re also dressed in the most adorable little outfits, things with comfy and colorful prints.

Hannibal also loooves spoiling his little one with any and everything tbh.

You wanted ice cream? He will take you to get the biggest size.

Hannibal also will not respond to you unless you call him daddy (in private or only when you’re little not 24/7 unless it’s a established part of your dynamic)

But he adores it when you call him that, his heart melts and he just wants to hold you close and give you the world.

He also will absolutely play with you.

He loves to color with you surprisingly, he always seems like the kinda guy who can’t be silly but sometimes he can.

[angoryt]

Doing a little art dump again.

I want to sketch out what Sannet looks like to me. And then I did the scene where Szeras shows up at solomnec in the silence and the storm.

The second image is just me goofing off, trying to find the way I like to draw Thaszar. My desire for putting necrons in pretty little dresses can never be quenched.

I had a hard time visualizing the clothes in Ghosts, other fanfic. So I just decided to illustrate them myself.

Below that one is a sketch of Obyron taking a nap on Nep’s chest ass the others are goofing around.

These two are very old and as you can clearly see unfinished. The first one is supposed to be the scene in severed where obyron and Zahndrekh are trying to figure out the riddle puzzle to get in to the core.

And the other one I made when the silence and the storm had a particular chapter released that made me emotional to the point of tears for the first time. Thanks Ghost 🫠👍

First one is just a reference I did for Imothk and the other one is my OC Cachet, they are a bit of a fashion geek. Don’t worry about the other fella up in the corner, they are now long gone, hopefully.

And down here below we have our favorite battle fleet armada necrons. I never got to see their full bodies in the play through of the game I saw, so I made the executive decision to try and imagine what their whole bodies look like on my own. I imagine Amarakun being pretty normal and uninteresting down there. And I decided that Zaa secretly has a little tail under a big skirt. Because as everyone know, all astromancers are cats to some degree. 

[sorrowsofsilence]

Discipline • Sebastian

Pairing: Professor!Noah Sebastian x fem!student!reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: MDNI 18+, Smut (PnV pls wrap it b4 u tap it, spanking, fem!receiving, male!receiving, hair pulling, slight degrading / rudeness) professor x student, swearing

Prompt: Professor Davis is a stuck-up know-it-all who hates when you talk back, especially in front of the class. Perhaps, some discipline is necessary to keep you in line.

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

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He was a stubborn know-it-all, and a stuck-up smart-ass. Therefore, you loved pushing his buttons, especially in front of the class. 

He hated being wrong, and he was a perfectionist who nit-picked everything you did.

Yet, from the first day you met your physics professor, you were captivated by his sheer ego and wit. 

You wanted to hate him because of how frustrating he was, but something about the way his eye always caught yours mid-lecture, and the sheer glint of pride that would shadow his cocky demeanour when you proved him wrong: well it left your heart pounding every time you stepped foot into his class. 

He acted like he hated it, and if the sass came from any other student, he probably did.

But from you? God, he lived for it. 

Professor Davis loved your technicality and scholarly attitude, and he admired your confidence and flirtatious jesting; but it took everything in him to push away the urge to treat you like homework by throwing you onto his desk and doing you all night long. 

He knew it was wrong to think this way, especially during the countless nights he relished in the mental image of you in that short skirt and collared jumper, the hand that stroked himself in the shower a pitiful attempt at imagining it was yours. 

It was wrong to imagine fucking you and delving his head between your legs, lapping up your arousal until you shook from the pleasure he gifted you, his student.

The code of conduct required teachers to remain professional and competent; and not have their minds clouded with lust; even if it was between two consenting adults. 

It was no doubt that Professor Davis was the hottest teacher on your university campus. Students oggled over him constantly, especially with the way his not-so-hidden tattoos poked just above his black turtleneck, or how his hands that wrote out equations on the chalkboard were covered in intricate drawings. It was a mystery what else was lying underneath his all-black uniform, but it always left your mind wandering to scandalous thoughts.

The academic power and breach of trust that would ensue if anything happened between the two of you would surely make him lose his job. 

But you wanted to push the boundaries, your mind begging to watch his inked fingers sink into your pussy. 

You were sitting in your usual spot in class, your pen copying the equation Dr. Davis had placed on the board. He turned, eyes meeting yours for what felt like the hundredth time this period before he scanned the room, twirling the chalk between his fingers. 

“You have one minute,” He said, his free hand running through his chestnut locks, and the sound of pencils scraping paper filled the room. You averted your attention from him, something hard to do because you loved the way he would tilt his head back to shake his hair back into place, before jotting down your work.

You quickly answered the equation, placing your pen back onto the desk before resting your elbow on the surface, your chin sitting on your palm. Once the brunette noticed you were done he waited a few more seconds before announcing to the class to stop. 

Watching him turn back to the chalkboard, he expanded on the equation, answering it with the given numbers. He faced the class, pointing at it, “If your answer looks different, you did it wrong.” 

His tone was cocky and rude, and you squinted your eyes in frustration at him.

He is such a dick. And so fucking attractive. 

Glancing between your paper and the board you shook your head slightly. You knew you had the correct answer, but what he had written did not match what was on your page. 

A few students began to murmur around you, comparing their answers to one another. The few who had gotten it correct looked at their paper confused, and Professor Davis watched his students with a disappointed look. 

“Did anybody solve it correctly, or do we need to review the literal basics before your exam next week?” 

You raised your hand and Professor Davis rolled his eyes, an attempt to be demeaning, but you knew behind his gaze a tinge of playfulness lingered. 

“Dr. Davis, you’re asking us to calculate variance, right?” You pushed, raising a brow. 

He hummed in response, nodding curtly as he leaned back onto his desk. Crossing his arms and legs, he chewed on the inside of his cheek, watching you with dark eyes as he awaited your response. 

“Then you answered it wrong.” 

He shared a smug smile, tilting his head slightly before looking at the board, “How?”

“The degree of scatter is parameterized by the quantity. So you placed the 3 in the wrong spot. Therefore, you got the wrong answer.”

The brunette scoffed, standing straight as he walked over to your desk. Leaning forward he placed the chalk on top of your notebook, his hair falling over his forehead, “Why don’t you come to teach the class then Miss. Y/L/N?”

I gave him a sarcastic smile as I slid out of my seat, “Maybe we’ll all learn something then, huh?”

A low laugh erupted from the class and Professor Davis bit back a smile, his jaw clenching in annoyance as his eyes followed your trail to the front of the class. 

You flattened your skirt as you bent down to pick up the eraser, wiping away your professor's mistake and filling in the equation with the correct numbers. 

It was such a small mistake, that it surprised you he even made it. You glanced at him briefly, avoiding his gaze as you walked back to your desk.

He held his hand open and you placed the chalk in his large palm, your fingers grazing his skin in temptation. 

His onyx eyes refused to leave yours as he spoke to the class, “You’re all free to leave. Make sure you read chapter 8 for Thursday as we talk about angular momentum and static friction.”

As people began packing up and exiting the room your attention turned to Dr. Davis when he called your name. 

“Y/N, I’d like to speak with you.” 

Your heart hammered as he nodded toward his desk, and you packed your items into your bookbag, hooking it over your shoulder as you approached him. 

Professor Davis walked toward the entrance door, nodding at the remaining students and giving them curt smiles. Once the last person left he closed the door and locked it. 

He then turned to face you, folding his arms, “I’m sick and tired of your attitude Miss. Y/L/N, especially when it’s in front of the class.”

You shrugged, tilting your head back in annoyance, “Look I want to pass this class, and when you’re constantly wrong, I’m going to speak up.” 

“Constantly?” Dr. Davis laughed bitterly, “I think I deserve a bit more respect from you.”

“Respect goes both ways Professor,” You licked your lips as he stared at you intensely, his eyes dancing with unspoken words. The tension between the two of you caused your breathing to quicken, and he slowly approached the desk.

“You got quite the mouth on you, y’know?” His voice was hoarse as if he was holding back his next words, “Someone should teach you what to do with it.”

You swallowed in response, his words causing you to chew on your lip in anticipation as your heart raced.

“You’re inappropriate,” He spoke lowly, stepping closer toward you with each word, and you backed up from him, “Disrespectful, Disruptive-” you gently hit the brick wall behind his desk, his eyes narrowing at you as his forehead was inches from yours, “you’re distracting.”

Dr. Davis’s proximity made your stomach begin to churn with butterflies as your eyes danced between his own and his lips, before staring at the smile that grew on his expression.

“Discipline is necessary,” He said as you looked up at him, his eyes filled with infatuation. 

You dared stifle a laugh, “You want me to write a thousand-word essay apology?” 

Professor Davis was careful to not touch you, but his body was almost pressed against yours, daring to push you into the wall. You wanted him to make the first move, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not without a little motivation.

“No,” He swallowed, his lips parting as he stared at yours, almost desperate. 

“Then what?” You pried, looking up through your lashes, taunting him as you placed your bag on the ground.

The two of you stood there, breaths exchanging as the warmth between you built. Your eyes stared at his lips again before flickering to his eyes as a form of contentment. 

“fuck it,” he muttered ever so quietly before his hand reached up to your jaw, lips attaching to your own in haste.

You closed the gap between your bodies by tugging on his sweater, pulling him toward you as he pressed his hips into yours.

He held your face firmly as your lips melded together, the kiss opening as he pressed his tongue against yours. You couldn’t help but moan into him, brows furrowing in lust and need as his free hand gripped your hip. He trailed his fingers down your leg, reaching for the exposed skin underneath your skirt. 

The unholy sounds that escaped you as he gripped onto your body left him groaning, tugging at the fabric of your long sleeve. 

He pulled away, allowing you to peel the layer of clothing off before pulling you against him once again. 

Dr. Davis wrapped his arms around you in an embrace as he kissed you with desire and greed. He pulled you toward his desk, pushing off the books and papers, letting them fall to the ground in ignorance. 

You sat on his desk, allowing the brunette to push you down so your elbows supported you from behind. Staring at him, your skirt slid down your thighs as Professor Davis pushed your legs apart, staring at you hungrily.

“Look at you, literally begging for someone to put you in your place,” He scoffed, tugging at your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin, “Pathetic.”

You rolled your eyes as you sat there, soaking and desperate, “What are you going to do about it?”

Professor Davis kneeled as he spoke, “I’ve always wanted to taste you.”

He pulled your panties to the side as you slid to the edge of the desk. You watched him eagerly, abdomen clenching in anticipation as he slid his fingers along your folds. 

“Please-”

“Sir.” He scolded, slapping your desire slightly, and you impatiently rutted your hips toward him. 

“Please sir,” You begged, and he obliged, burying himself between your legs. 

The first strip of his tongue made you shake, the second one called out his name.

“Professor I-” 

“Just say, Noah.” He sighed, sucking on the skin that created a haze in your mind. You hummed.

Noah hungrily devoured you, lapping up your arousal before sinking his fingers into you. You groaned in relief at the feeling, and he curled and twisted, pulling an orgasm from you in seconds.

But then he didn’t stop. 

You cried as he pulled you into him, refusing to move as he kept eating you out with fervour. The overstimulation was almost painful and you tried pushing his head away, but he held your thighs against his face firmly, lapping and sucking at the skin in hunger and punishment. 

Your legs shook as your head tilted back in lustful agony, begging him to stop.

He finally pulled away at his own pace, breathing heavily, “You don’t get to tell me to stop. I’ll make you cum as much as I want.” 

You groaned at his words, allowing you to lay back fully as your legs spread wider for him. Your hand gripped Noah’s hair, pulling him toward you as he began exploring your body once again. 

“If you’re going to discipline me like this, I’ll be speaking up in class much more.” 

Noah immediately pulled away with a scoff, standing up to watch you below. He began to pull apart his belt, unzipping his fly as he stroked himself from above his briefs, “You’re such a brat you know that-” 

He pulled down your underwear, tossing it onto the ground before pulling you off the desk. He turned you around, bending you over the wooden surface, “-and fuck I love it.”

He flipped your skirt up, exposing your ass as he slapped the skin. He pressed your chest into the desk as he spit into his hand, stroking himself. 

You felt Noah line up against you, and in greed you pushed back, earning another slap across your skin.

“That impatient?” He laughed, reaching to grip a fistful of your hair. He tugged you back to look at him, before pushing into your body without warning. 

A string of curses left his lips as his hips slapped against you, the size of his cock stretching and filling your desperate core. Your arms reached forward to grip the edge of the desk, holding onto the wood with mercy.

“You feel better than I ever could’ve imagined.” He whispered, quiet whimpers escaping his chest as he fucked you harshly, pounding faster with each thrust. 

Your whole body shook as the sounds of sex filled the room, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as Noah gave you everything he had, months of tension easing as the two of you finally gave in to temptation. He gripped your hips with both of his hands, pulling you as he pushed into you. His fingers dug into your ass as he slapped you again, your face pressed into the desk.

“You-you get the problems wrong on purpose-” You cried as Noah gave you another orgasm, your body clenching around his through your release.

Your professor slowed his pace, tilting his head to watch as his cock slid in and out of you, the slick of your cum causing him to groan. 

He didn’t answer your question, sliding out of your body and tugging on your arms to pull you off the desk. 

“Get on your knees so I can fuck your mouth. That way you’ll shut the fuck up,” Noah growled. 

You followed his instruction, succumbing to him as he gripped either side of your head. You took him eagerly into your mouth, sucking all of him as he pushed his length against your tongue. 

Noah thrust into your mouth quickly, causing you to gag. He thrust a few more times before his head fell back, eyes closing while he held you taut against him.

“Fuck,” he cried, and you squeezed your eyes shut, his release coating the back of your throat.

You swallowed everything he gave you, smiling up at him in contentment. Noah’s chest heaved, legs shaky as he zipped himself back up, buckling his belt. He helped you up off the floor and you licked your lips, the salty tang of Noah reminiscent. 

“Same time next week?” You asked, straightening your skirt as you leaned down to grab your underwear. 

“How about I take you to dinner first?” He straightened the collar of his turtle neck, and you couldn’t help but look away, blushing.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Guilliman's Soup

"Look, I'm not going to harm any of you, not unless it involves stuffing Guilliman in a room without his....." Fulgrim trails off, the demon prince's lower half coiling in discomfort as he stares at the abomination that bubbled within the pot. It smelled distinctly of both Mjød and cigarettes, appearing as something that Fulgrim was uncertain if even a Nurgling would eat. He certainly wouldn't. Actually he doesn't think any Slaaneshi demon is depraved enough to even attempt to make such a thing. He shakes his head. "Will I be allowed to help?" Calgar, who was certainly not at all expecting to see the demon prince of excess himself at the entrance to the Imperial palace, couldn't decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand it meant that his primarch wasn't affected by any chaos god, if even Slaanesh was getting involved; on the other, did he really want to accept the help of a demon prince? Especially one that is well.... Calgar sighs deeply, "Fine, you might actually be a good deterrent to Dante anyway. He's been a pain in the ass" "Who is-" Fulgrim doesn't get to finish his sentence as a very old marine of what appears to be of the blood angel's chapter is shooed away by a serf with a broom, wacking the marine's shins with it as he hisses like an angry goose. Fulgrim has his answer on who Dante is but is now even further confused, "I thought Blood Angels were supposed to be noble?" "I'm hoping the soup will kill me" Dante helpfully responds which has the demon prince blinking in utter shock, because what the fuck happened to Sanguinius' sons!? Another Ultramarine, this one apparently named Cato is crawling on his hands and knees out of the room where Dante came from, coughing and generally being a rather sad sight with the stench of both vomit and the abominable liquid upon his breath. Slaanesh, who just briefly decided to turn her head towards whatever the fuck her demon prince was doing, vomits and mutters 'I can't believe none of this was Nurgle's idea; he actually wants the fucking recipe!'. Needless to say, Fulgrim doesn't really want to know what's exactly in that pot. Instead he dryly says "I'm amazed this hasn't summoned anything other then myself..." Calgor sighs "No, it has, there's the Sanguinor, and it's currently being kept back by some Sister of Silence out of fear that it's going to beat Dante to death with a sandle. Personally I'm not fond of trying to explain to the blood angels that we didn't kill their chapter master; it was the soul of Sanguinius, himself, that ended his life. I can't see that going too well...And Cato, please stop eating father's soup." "But-" "No buts or I'm throwing you into the same room as the Sanguinor" That stopped any more protests out of Cato who shuddered at the very idea of confronting the very angry warp spirit that was half of mind to possess someone.

The sound of what Fulgrim could still recognize after all these years as a very angry Leman Russ can be heard in the distance yelling "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO WITH MY FUCKING MJOD, ROBOUTE!?" This was going to be a long and terrible process, Fulgrim just knows it. ____ This short story was inspired by a convo between myself and @moociaoafterdark on this post.

[someonewhoisfromabook]

I feel so related with this two characters and I think that is the saddest thing in the entire world