#so i noticed that this one teacher from this other class was available

[somuchstrdst]

i think i just caught a colleague doing something wrong with a class i assigned him a couple of hours ago just so he could avoid teaching it and i'm shooketh with his audacity but i don't want to rat him out because the class will go back to me but really i'm completely baffled that he did it

[rkvriki]

GOT ME THINKING NONSENSE sim jaeyun ౨ৎ

synopsis! you get paired up with jake, your sweet classmate who’s always willing to help you, but while you’re both working, he seems to be the one needing help. wc! 5.1k cw! porn with barely no plot unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!!), SUB!JAKE, dom!reader obvi, oral (m! receiving), jake is whiny and reader is just a tad bit mean, unexpirienced but not virgin jake, had huge writers block in the beggining pls spare me 😣

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You could still feel the high heat in your body when you were walking away from your and Heeseng’s place. You probably didn’t look the most presentable, cheeks flush, hair a little bit tousled and your clothes were most likely all wrinkled from being messily thrown out. The walk from your apartment to Jake’s wasn’t longer than 10 minutes since he lived quite close. You checked your phone and it had been 6 minutes past the time you had planned with Jake so you tried to walk a little faster, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling between your legs, the aftermath of your and Heeseung’s sins.

You had met Jake during one of the classes you had together when one day you were late and the sit next to him was the only one available. He was the usual classmate who didn’t talk much but still had a good group friend, in which Heeseung was included. You two didn’t talk much unless when you ask him to help you with something and to you it almost looked as if he avoided talking to you. You often noticed how his cheeks warmed up when you talked to him or how his eyes flickered from yours to the environment around him, which you found cute and made you bite back a smirk each time you interacted. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Jake attractive. His face looked like it could’ve been sculpted by the Gods above, and when he wore his glasses you swore you could drop all the dignity you had left for him.

It wasn’t too long after that you reached Jake’s apartment building. You took your phone out, texting him that you had reached his house. You didn’t have to wait long to see how good Jake looked today. Sporting basic jeans with a striped polo sweater and his usual black specs, he looked better than ever. Before your mind could wander any further, you walked towards the entrance, greeting him with a smile and following him upstairs and inside his apartment. When you first walked in, you noticed right away how neat his place looked, just like him.

“Nice place you got.” You said with a smile, making him look back at you with a surprised expression. “Oh? Thanks, though! I’m not very good at decorating but I tried my best here.” Jake answered with a shy chuckle. “Yeah, I could tell you did.”

He leads you further into the hallway, entering the door to his room. His room was a reflection of himself. Anyone could tell this was his room just from the way it’s organized and coordinated. The books on the shelves were all neatly placed and organised in alphabetic order. His desk was free of clutter and had only the necessary things placed above it, that, if you considered a picture of what you assumed was his dog necessary. Your eyes found Jake’s and you could see him tense up when you did so. 

“Shall we get to work then?” You asked with a smile. “Yeah, yes, of course.” He said quickly moving to sit by his desk. You put your things down and sat next to him, your thighs almost touching since the desk was clearly made for only one person to sit there. You pulled out your laptop and opened the document your teacher had sent you with all the instructions.

“I think we could divide the topics for each other and then discuss which information to keep..” Jake suggested, his eyes flickering between the various topics shown on the screen. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea, Jakey.” The nickname slipped faster than you could catch, but you don’t regret it, especially after seeing how Jake’s ears slowly turned red. You bit your bottom lip to prevent the smirk threatening to form.

You had been working for a little past an hour and you could feel your eyes getting tired from looking at your computer screen for so long. From your peripheral vision, you could see Jake running a hand through his raven hair with a heavy sigh, making your eyes turn to look his way. With your head propped on your hand, you admired as he scrolled through endless reports, trying to find any good content he could for the presentation.

He hadn't noticed your staring, too focused on the screen ahead of him. Your eyes moved down his body. His sleeves had been pulled up a little, just below his elbows, showing off the veins that ran down to his hands. Oh, his hands. Something you always stared at. Anytime you would ask him for help in class you would always get distracted by the hands of the man beside you as he used them to point things out in your textbook. You would almost drool as you stared at his thick fingers, letting your mind wander further than it should.

Obviously, you didn’t keep these things for yourself. This had been a hot topic on your late-night calls with Yunjin, the one you would always run to when you needed feminine advice and didn’t want to hear the constant nagging Jay gave any time you talked about boys. The girl would always laugh at you, mentioning that you must have a thing for nerdy-looking guys or, in her words “pathetic men” (her theory got confirmed when you told her you fucked Heeseung). It wasn’t totally false. It is true that you liked weak men who wouldn’t hesitate to get on their knees for you. Blame you for being tired of guys with big egos who think they’re all that.

Another big sigh, almost groan, snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at Jake and saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. “Everything alright?” You asked as you slid your chair closer to his. “Yeah, sorry. Just can’t find any good info for my topics.” He said as he nodded his head towards the screen in front of him. You let out a small sigh as your lips pout with pity, pulling your chair even closer to his. “Don’t be too harsh on yourself, Jakey.” You told him as your hand made its way to his thigh, feeling it tense at the touch. You leaned your body towards his way “You know you can always ask me for help.” our hand moves upwards “Anytime.” You finished with a smile, leaving that last word floating in the air with an uncertain meaning. Jake’s breath got stuck in his throat and he felt the weight of the last word that left your lips. The gears in his head twisted and turned as he tried not to show how the way you were smiling up at him affected him.

You sat back straight in your chair, acting as if you didn’t know what effect you left on him. “Let's ge back to work, yeah?”

It had been a few hours since you started working. During the whole time you could see Jake squirming in his seat, maybe from the tension in the air, so thick that it could be could with a knife. With a sigh, you closed your laptop with a thud, your hands falling to your lap as you turned to look at Jake who seemed to avoid looking you in the eye. 

“I guess this is all for today, Jakey.” You said smiling at him. “We can talk tomorrow in class and choose another day to meet again, maybe at my place next time, yeah?” You asked him as you started getting up from your seat, him doing the same. “Oh yeah, we can do that. I was about to finish this part as well so you’re all free to go.” You nodded at his words, your eyes subtly looking him up and down. His hands twitched in his sides. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Reaching his door, he opened it to let you out. You looked back at him one last time with a slight smirk. His cheeks warmed up and he swayed in his place, suddenly feeling awkward in the loud silence. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said, now fully smiling. “See you, y/n.” Jake said not moving from his spot. 

You walked away from his door, and as soon as you were out of sight, Jake moved to close the door, resting his back against it as he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He brought his cold hands to his cheeks, trying to heat them down. He knew working with you wasn’t going to be an easy task.

This cycle of going back and forth between each other’s houses has been going on for a few weeks now and the project was almost done. The thick tension between you two every time you were together was undeniable and it had Jake feeling tense around you.

Ever since you pulled that thing the first time you went to his house, Jake could seem to fully focus when he was around you, always getting distracted by whatever you did. Even during classes, you seemed to purposely sit next to him, only to spend half of the time subtly touching the side of his leg and moving up to touch his tight. Jake was going crazy from your shenanigans and they were the only thing running through his mind when he laid in bed wide awake, head full of you and his hand running down from his tummy to where his body needed him the most.

It’s not like Jake never had sex or related activities, but he wasn’t the most experienced. He had only had sex with his ex and only serious girlfriend he had and it wasn’t anything too out of this world. He knew you’ve had your fair share of sexual encounters, he knew you had plenty of experience and he knew you were damn good at it because he has heard stories from the men you were with. If you asked him a long time ago, this wouldn’t bother Jake, but now, with all you’ve been doing to him, it makes him feel a bit insecure, because if your teasing escalates further he knows he could never compete with those men. But maybe that’s not what you think.

You were waiting for Jake since he was coming over to finish and wrap up the project. You had spent a good two hours in front of the mirror, trying to make yourself look more presentable for him, something you would never admit to anyone even if they paid you. It wasn’t too late but you could see the sun setting from the view in your window. You were about to check your phone when you heard the doorbell ring, meaning Jake had already arrived.

Walking towards the front door, you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before opening the door. “Hey, Jake! Come on in!” You said stepping aside so he could enter your house. “Hey, um, I brought some snacks, since it’s getting kinda late and I remembered you said you liked these so…” He trailed off, showing you two packs of your favourite snacks, making you surprised he even remembered that. “Oh my god, Jake! You definitely didn’t have to. Thank you, though!” You said smiling at him, his cheeks warming up as usual. “Anyways, let’s get started before it gets too late for you.”

The project was going smoothly since today you two were only doing the final touches and reviewing the whole thing. The dynamic between you and Jake today felt different. There were more lingering touches coming from him who you would accidentally touch his hand but he wouldn’t move away or flinch like he usually does. You were surprised that he acting this way, but you were definitely not complaining, you like this less conserved side of him.

You tried to focus on the text on your screen, but you couldn't help but let your eyes drift off to where Jake was sitting working on the powerpoint. It’s not like he didn’t look good any other day, but maybe it was the dim warm light in your room or maybe it was the moon shining from your window behind him, you weren’t exactly sure, but something about him today had him look so good and you couldn’t avoid the warm sensation in the bottom of your tummy that made your thighs press together.

Your inner turmoil was interrupted by Jake’s little sigh, making your eyes focus back on him. “I’m finished with this.” he said turning to look at you. “Do you need any help with that or…?” he trailed off. “Oh! Um no, I’m finished as well.” a thought came up to your head. “Can I check the powerpoint?” you asked leaning a little towards him. “Ah, yes, of course.” He answered, adjusting his glasses.

You pushed your chair closer to his, purposely making your thigh touch his. Jake felt his heart race when you got suddenly so close, the scent of your sweet yet intoxicating perfume invading his senses. His eyes drifted from your focused face down to your exposed neck, making him lick his dry lips as if to stop himself from letting his lips fall into its soft skin. He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts of you out of his mind and maintain his composure.

“Well, this looks pretty good!” you said smiling at him, almost missing the way his eyes quickly fall from your eyes to your lips. “Oh, really? Thank y-” “You did such a good job, Jakey.” You interrupted him, as you let your hand fall on his thigh. His lips opened and closed as he tried to speak but no words came out. “You worked so hard on this.” your hand started moving up and down, making him tense up. “Think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” his eyes doubled in size as you spoke so softly, yet your words were filled with nothing but lust.

“Answer me, Jake.” you said, leaning closer to his face. “I- Yeah, please.” he answered, voice barely above a whisper. Your lips immediately connected to his, making him let out a low moan. His lips felt soft against yours, fitting almost like two pieces of a puzzle connecting. Your hand moved further upwards, now dangerously close to where his bulge was growing. His wands that were awkwardly laid by his side moved to lay on your hips, gripping them when he felt your tongue swiping against his bottom lips. He gave you access and you started exploring his mouth, tongues rubbing against each other, making both of you moan at each other’s tastes. 

Kissing Jake felt heavenly, almost better than anyone you’ve kissed. It felt good to finally be the one leading. You felt so powerful with him writhing against you, yearning for more than just your kisses. You pulled away so both of you could catch your breath. Jake looked up at you, lidded eyes with a glow on them and his lips red and swollen from you biting on them occasionally. “Fuck, Jake. You look heavenly.” He only answered by chasing your lips, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You pecked his lips before pulling away again, making him let out a whine. Your pussy throbbed at the sound, never had heard a man make such a beautiful sound, almost like a melody to you. 

“Let’s move to the bed, yeah?” you asked breathlessly, making him nod eagerly. Both of you stumbled as you got off from your chairs, almost bumping into each other. Jake was the first one to lay in your bed, head hitting your soft pillows. You followed him, crawling in his way, until your legs were straddling his lap, sitting on it. You leaned down, taking his lips on your again. The kiss was messy and heated, both of you probably getting coated in spit but neither could care any less about the mess. His bulge felt delicious as it grew harder and harder below you, rubbing against your clothed core.

You grinded experimentally against his clothed member to which he let out a groan, feeling the heavenly friction of you against him. You kept slowly and teasingly grinding against him as your hands ran down from his face to his chest stopping by his nipples that felt hard against your fingertips. You pressed on them, his hips bucking up as he let out a yelp, not expecting the sudden stimulation. You smirked against him, pulling away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both. Your hands left his nipples to pull at the bottom of his shirt, indulging him to take it off. You stared at his toned torso, not expecting to see the lines on his abs, something you would deal with later.

Your mouth made its way to his neck, starting by kissing all over until you found his sweet spot. Your hands started moving back up again to his nipples, rubbing them, making him whine again as he grinded harder against you. “Never had your nipples played like this, Jakey?” you asked, pulling away from his neck “Tell me, baby. Do you like it?” he had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed as he tried to think of what to say. “F-fuck yes” he stuttered “Feels so good!” he said with a whine, making you smirk at his already fucked out state. 

You lowered yourself, mouth moving to kiss from the dip in his chest, down to his abs, sucking on the area there, creating red marks all around. Your mouth kissed lower, following his happy trail until you reached the line of his pants. “Can I take this off, baby?” you asked him, pawing at the button. He nodded quicker than he would like to admit. “Need words, Jakey.” you demanded, wanting to hear him voice out his consent. “Yes, y/n, please, fuck”

With his green light, you started unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. You tapped his hip, signalling him to raise them so you could take them off. He did as he was told and you pushed the jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers that already had a damp spot where the tip of his cock was. You stared at the bulge, already noticing that he was probably huge, making you feel a little nervous about fitting him in you. You squirmed in your spot, feeling an uncomfortable sticky feeling in your underwear, making you aware of how wet you were getting.

Jake whined, snapping you out of your thoughts, looking at you with eyes begging for you to touch him. You smiled at his helpless state “What d’you want, Jakey? Need you to speak or I won’t know.” He whined at your words, his brain feeling like a mush inside his head. “N-need you to touch it, please, just do something.” He answered, squirming in your bed as he felt more and more desperate. You didn’t say anything else as your hand moved to his bulge. Poor baby, was hard as a rock. It probably even hurt. You squeeze his length, pre cum escaping the tip and staining his boxers even more. “More, please! I need more,y/n!” he said with a whine. 

You took some pity on him and your hands automatically moved to remove his boxers from him, cock hitting his stomach with a bounce, Fuck, he really was huge, and thick. A long vein ran from the base to the tip and you wanted nothing more than to do that. You lowered your mouth on his cock, licking up from the base until you reached the tip, engulfing it with your lips. You licked a stripe on the slit, making him groan at the delicious but almost overstimulating feeling. Your mouth moved down, taking almost his whole length. One of your hands wrapped around what you couldn’t fit, while the other moved to play with his balls, his hips bucking inside you making you gag around him.

The vision Jake had of you ass up and face down on his cock was what he hoped heaven looked like. Your mouth felt warm and heavenly and he already felt brain fucked. He had never felt such pleasure in his life and he just knew this was gonna be the suck of his life. He dared to look down again and his eyes met yours. He could bust right there and then with just the look you gave him. Your eyes were dark, pupils blown out, making him feel so powerless underneath you. His eyes closed shut when he felt you hollowing your cheeks to suck him even harder.

You could tell he was close. His hips were twitching as well as his whole cock and you could feel him throb in your mouth. You removed his length out of your mouth and licked down to his balls, licking them as your hand moved to jerk him off at a quick pace. His breath was getting shorter as he felt his release come closer and closer. “Oh, f-fuck! Please, Please, y/n!” He didn’t even know what he was begging for, his whole body felt numb, except for the knot on his stomach getting tighter and tighter. 

Your lips moved to suck on his tip as your hand kept jerking him up and down. His cock started twitching hard in your grip “y/n I-I’m gonna cum-!” His warm cum spurt inside your mouth, making you moan at the feeling of him filling you up. He was moaning loudly as he rode out his orgasms, chest heaving up and down quickly as he tried to keep breathing. You gave him one last hard suck, making him shudder in overstimulation. 

You moved to eye level with him, hand moving up to brush his hair away from his face. “Such a good boy for me, yeah?” He nodded in your hold, face flushed and eyes teary from his orgasm. Your lips met his, tongues instantly meeting. He could taste himself on you, making him groan as the bitter taste touched his buds. You pulled away from the kiss, sitting on him fully clothed. Your hands pulled at the hem of your top, taking it off and leaving your torso naked as you weren’t wearing a bra. Jake’s mouth gaped as he stared at your bare chest, hands twitching at his side, wanting to touch them.

“You can touch them, Jakey.” you smiled sweetly at him, showing him you were comfortable with whatever he wanted to do. He let out a shaky breath as his hands hesitated to travel to your chest. He held your boobs in his hand, fitting them perfectly in his calloused hands. He didn’t really know what to do so you moved your hands to hold his, moving his thumbs to rub and twist your hardened nipples. You quietly moaned at the feeling of his rough fingers touching your sensitive buds. You removed your hands from his, letting him experience you by himself. He pinched on your nipples, making you yelp in surprise. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt-” “Do it again.” you told him “W-What? Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. “Yes, I liked it, Jakey. Was just surprised.” You answered, smiling at him.

His hands returned to your nipples pinching and rubbing them, making you clench around nothing. As much as you enjoyed the feeling you were getting impatient and needed to have him inside you as soon as possible. You grabbed his hands, taking them off of you as you stood up on the ground to take your bottoms off. You slowly pulled them down along with your panties. His eyes carefully watched as you stripped for him and him only.

You straddled him again, your pussy sitting right on top of his cock, making both of you moan at the feeling. Jake grabbed your hips up and sat against the headboard. “Wanted to have a better look at your face when you fuck me.” he said looking up at you with his puppy eyes. You were out of words so you cradled his face in your hands as you kissed him again. Your hips start moving as if on their own, rubbing our cunt against his length, making the tip bump against your clit. He whined inside your mouth as you swallowed his sounds. 

You pulled away, hoisting your hips up as your hand grabbed his length and aligned the tip to your entrance. “W-wait!” he suddenly said making you stop in your movements. “Everything ok?” you asked worried that he might have been uncomfortable. “No, I just- You weren’t prepped and-” your lips clashing against his interrupted him, making him let out a protesting sound. “Don’t worry bout that, Jakey.” You simply said as you grabbed his length again positioning it on your gaping hole.

You slowly sink on him, your mouth opening in a silent moan while he whines in your ear, hands moving to circle your waist. You bottomed down and stayed still for a while to adjust to his big and thick size. The only thing heard was both of your heavy breaths. His hands were comfortingly rubbing up and down your back. When you felt ready you moved your head to look at him. “Ready?” you asked him and he nodded eagerly at you.

You started by slowly circling your hips around his length, both of you moaning at the euphoric feeling. He rested his head against your shoulder, panting in your ear. You circled your arms around his neck as you started to pick up your face. The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and the squelch coming from your pussy. “F-fuck, y/n! Never felt s-so good.” Jake whispered as he felt his eyes roll back at the feeling of your raw cunt moving on his hard cock. “Yeah? You’re filling me up so good, Jakey. Even let you go in me raw.” You grabbed his head to make him look at you. His eyes were low and he had drool almost dripping out of the corners of his open mouth.

You moved around him at a now stable pace, moaning loudly when the tip of cock found the spongy spot inside you. “F-fuck, Jake!” he was stretching you out so good, taking you to cloud 9. You looked back at him, his head leaning back on the headboard, completely fucked out. “Look at you.” you said making him open his eyes, barely keeping them from closing again. “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?” he nodded even though you weren’t really looking for an answer. “Poor baby, just wanted to be a good boy for someone, isn’t that right, Jakey?” he whined at your words, knowing they were fully true so he nodded his head as his eyes got even more teary, one tear even dropping out. You laughed at his state, knowing he had nothing on his brain but your pussy. 

You felt the too-familiar pressure on your tummy starting to build up and his cock twitching again. You bottomed out on him again, grinding your hips down on him as you tried to reach your climax. “Oh God! I’m getting close, Jakey.” you said in a whiny moan” You’re gonna cum with me, yeah?” you felt his cock twitch harder inside you as he nodded at your question, wanting to fulfil your request. Your breath was getting laboured but you tried to maintain your composure for him. 

Jake could feel you clench around him, knowing you were almost reaching your high. He slowly moved his hand from your waist to where your bodies met, rubbing on your clit. You let out a surprised yelp as you squeezed hard against him, eyes widening at the unexpected contact. “F-Fuck, Jake!” you said breathing heavily. “You make me feel so good.” Both of your lips met, desperately trying to reach both of your releases. You grinded faster on him, now moaning in sync against each other mouths. His finger rubbed faster on your swallowed nub, making your head spin as you threw it back.

“J-Jakey, I’m so close!” you said as you felt your thighs burn from exhaustion. “Me too, f-fuck!” His hips started slightly bucking upwards, trying to match with your movements. Your synced movements had you moaning loudly, not even caring if you’re gonna get complaints from your neighbours later. The sound of Jake’s whines getting louder along with the frequent twitching of his cock indicated that he was just as close as you. You sped up your movements as you felt the knot in your tummy about to burst.

“J-Jake, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cu-” you were cut off by your orgasm, almost stopping in your movements with a silent scream. The feeling of your juices releasing against his cock had Jake cumming right after you with a loud whine. The aggressive twitching of his cock along with the feeling of his warm seeds painting your insides felt heavenly. You looked down to see a white ring form around his length, slowly moving up and down as you rode both of your orgasms out.

Your heads rested against each others’ shoulders as you stayed like that for a while, you with the feeling of his hands rubbing shapes on your back soothingly. The sound of both of your panting filled the silent room. The sound of traffic could also be heard from outside and it made you go back to your senses. You got your head up, urging Jake to do the same. You pulled him in one last kiss before you pulled his length out of you, making both of you hiss. You got up and walked towards the bathroom to grab a washcloth. You cleaned yourself up first before going back and cleaning his length for him. He shook from still being sensitive, making you chuckle at him.

You tossed the cloth onto the ground and laid next to him, sighing happily when your head hit the comfort of your pillows. Your hand rested on his chest rubbing circles on it as you simply looked at his peaceful state. The silence in the room wasn’t uncomfortable and you felt like you both made a silent rule of not talking about what happened. He grabbed your hand from his chest and gave it a kiss. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He said as he felt his cheeks warm up. You chuckle and prop your head on your hand to get a better view of him.

“Well, thank me when we get a good grade. This was my thanks in advance.” You said, making both of you laugh. “Yeah, maybe I’ll be the one rewarding you next time.”

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NSFW Prompt Requests - I’m in dyer need of 127 or 150 if you’d be so kind?🥵

A/N: I feel like I say "I got a bit carried away" in every single one of these authors notes, but this one I think I really did...

Word Count: 3k

#127: "I can taste myself on you."

#150: "Stop clenching, baby, you're already tight enough as it is."

Summary: You're hot for teacher. So is every other girl on campus. Your Professor, however, is absolutely oblivious until you spell it out for him...

Warnings: Professor x Student, age gap, oral (M receiving), face-fucking, no birth control/ condoms, creampie, male whimpering and moaning mentioned a lot, PinV sex, both of them are Switches idc idc 18+ MINORS DNI

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You had been in his class for around three weeks when you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. If you were going to keep up your GPA and progress in your grad programme, you were going to have to either drop the class with Professor Reid, or persuade him to put you out of your misery. 

You’d been intrigued by the course to start with, of course, which is why you’d picked up the criminology elective when it wasn’t a required class. But it was only available this semester as he was only Guest Lecturing while on leave from his job at the BAU, and getting that kind of insight from an actual industry professional rather than an academic really couldn’t hurt, right? You’d thought that until you’d seen him. 

Expecting some older man with a stuffy tone and a disdain for modern technology, you’d been roughly awoken when he walked into the lecture hall on the first day and you found yourself hanging on to his every word as he read through your syllabus. You were spot on with the technophobia, but for everything else, you were blissfully incorrect. He was, quite possibly, the hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. You weren’t secretive about your thing for older men, joking all the time about your “daddy kink,” but you’d never had a thing for one of your actual professors before, and it was driving you insane. 

It didn’t help that the word had travelled around the entirety of your campus as well, with multiple girls turning up to audit the class after the first week. You’d been green with envy since you’d seen them mooning over the man, and you’d felt disgusted with yourself almost instantly. He was your professor, he was damn good at his job, but he was so deliciously tempting that you couldn’t find it within yourself to actually pay attention in his classes. You knew it was only a matter of time until the man, who you realised was obviously blind to how attractive he was to a bunch of twenty-somethings with a penchant for danger and a willingness to try all kinds of new things, would catch on to how many of his students were openly lusting for him.

You hoped that you had learned enough in his classes on behaviour that you could accurately hide your feelings and thoughts, however sinful and objectively obvious they were. Your hopes were crushed on that fateful day three weeks into the semester. 

You’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed already. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, your clothes were all still wet inside the washing machine in your apartment meaning you had to throw on a short skirt and pray you didn't flash anyone, and your roommate hadn’t closed the fridge properly the night before, so the milk you wanted to use in your morning coffee had spoilt. After dragging yourself into class, the last thing you’d wanted to see was twice as many students auditing the class as the previous week. 

To give it to the man’s obliviousness, he hadn’t noticed until about two thirds of the way into the class, when he asked a student why they weren’t taking notes.  He’d seemed confused. You were almost furious that he didn’t know what effect he was having on you, on every girl in the vicinity, but, more importantly, you. Unable to help yourself, you let out a scoff that gained his attention. 

“Is there something wrong with the class materials Miss…” he trailed off, waiting for you to supply your name to him. 

“Oh, no, uh, Y/N. My name is Y/N, there’s nothing wrong, sir. I’m sorry.” His lips twitched as you replied, but he went on with his class, as you sunk into your chair in shame. You were going to have to drop the class now. He must hate you, or think you were stupid, or think that you hated him, and your thoughts were spiralling so out of control that you hadn’t noticed the class had ended, and he was calling up at you from the lecturing desk. 

“Miss Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, and his goddamned eyes were filled with such concern you hated that every part of your body was screaming with desire for him. Unable to respond, he tried again. 

“If you have the time, would you like to come talk to me in my office? I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener.” You should’ve said no, just based on the ridiculous scenes filling your mind, but you didn’t hesitate to nod your approval. You picked up your bags and made your way down the steps to where he was waiting with all of his stuff near the front door. He opened the door for you, and you felt your heart race as you awkwardly slid by him in the doorway. He had to be a fucking gentleman, too, right? 

You followed him as he made his way to his office, staying silent the entire way. He looked like he wanted to make small talk but didn’t know how, choosing instead to just mirror your silence. When you reached his office, he apologised for the mess and showed you inside, letting you take a seat on the couch whilst he put all his things away. The room was littered with books of all sizes, and you noticed that the titles didn’t seem to have one common subject linking them all, or even, in fact, seem to be written in the same language. You spotted a beaten up copy of War and Peace on his desk next to an obviously used coffee mug, and some paper files that looked to be the reading from that morning’s class. 

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly plan on having guests, uh, make yourself comfortable?” He asked it as a question, and loosened his tie as he said it. You stared at the small patch of skin on his neck, your eyes lingering just a moment too long before you remembered you were in a room with an actual FBI Profiler, and that if your thoughts were any louder, he’d handcuff you himself. As tempting as that was, you really didn’t want your Professor knowing about all the ways you’d imagined him fucking you. 

“Professor Reid, I’m sorry, I have to leave, and- and I think I have to drop out of the class.” You stood up suddenly, and he stood up too from his place at his desk, shocked at your sudden anxious outburst. 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, is there something wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked taking a step closer to you, but you took a step back again, accidentally pressing your back against one of his many bookcases in your haste to avoid him. 

“Yes! I mean no, it’s not your fault that I’m uncomfortable. I’m not uncomfortable, really!” He had the look of a kicked puppy on his face now, and you realised this man would be the death of you. You weren’t even sure what it was about him that entranced you enough to stay and continue the conversation.

“I can’t focus in your classes, Professor,” you sighed out, letting your eyes drop with the embarrassing confession. 

“That’s perfectly fine, many people struggle to pay attention in college classes. Is there anything I can do in my lectures to accommodate to your needs?” Your eyebrows screwed up in frustration with his obvious professional kindness. 

“No, Professor, I’m sorry, unless you stop looking like that there’s nothing you can do.” You ran a stressed hand through your hair as you begged your mouth to shut and stay shut. 

“...What?” The confused tone in his voice let you know that he had no clue at all what you meant by your words, but he didn’t go further. You chanced a glance up at his face, and were met with a small blush rising to his cheeks, as you watched the words process in his brain. 

“Professor, every single person in that class that is attracted to men would kill to do absolutely sinful things to you. You’re like the campus’s collective wet dream right now. You had to know that, right?” You sigh out, finally putting the man out of his misery.

“Oh. No. No, no, I didn’t. Know that, I mean, I didn’t…Is that why there are so many people auditing the class? They want to…. Do that with me?” 

“Fuck you, Professor. They want to fuck you. You can say it, we’re both adults.” You resigned yourself to the fact that this conversation was probably going to haunt every waking hour for the rest of your life, and just let it happen, pushing through the cringe to help him come to certain realisations. 

“And that’s why you want to drop the class?” he asked finally, looking back up at you. 

“Yes.” 

“Because you want to…fuck me?” 

Your mouth dropped open at his words, as you desperately tried to back track, but all that came out was hot air and blubbering sounds as you felt your brain short circuit like his had just moments before. 

“I mean… I guess,” you finally stuttered out, your fight or flight instinct begging you to just run, but something deeper, something carnal planting you in position and making movement in that moment impossible. 

“Oh…. right.” He nodded at you, his lips spread in a thin smile as he nodded at you awkwardly. You stood there together in silence for a minute, but it became clear soon that the logical part of your brain was no longer in control of your mouth. 

“Can I?” you asked, almost startled at your own boldness. 

“Excuse me?” he said, his voice raising higher in tone at the incredulity of your statement. 

“Can I fuck you? If I do, maybe I’ll be able to, you know, pay more attention in class. Get it out of my system, you know.” Growing emboldened by your own words, you took another hesitant step towards him, reaching your hand up to gently touch his arm. His jaw clenched at the contact, but he didn’t move away, didn’t suggest you stop right there and forget this conversation ever happened. 

“Please, Professor Reid. Please fuck me,” you trailed the hand up his arm and back down his chest as he stood there just watching you beg for him. You discarded your bag on the chair, and keeping your eyes focused on his, trailed both of your hands down to his belt, slowly enough that he could push you away at anytime. 

“Do you know what you’re doing, Miss Y/N?” He asked quietly, and you smiled, finally happy to get a reaction from him. The smile had dropped from his lips and there was something suddenly dark in his tone that had you clenching around nothing. 

“Yes, Professor,” you said, letting your hands start working on his belt, undoing it agonisingly slowly as you watched him control his breaths. When you finally had it undone, you finally looked up at him again, and gave him a smile as innocent as you could muster. 

“You have my permission,” he whispered into your ears as he gently put a hand on your head and pushed you down to your knees, perching himself on the edge of the desk. You wasted no time then, desperate to live out each and every single one of your fantasies with him. Reaching into his pants, you found him already hard and pulsing, and you released his cock from its confines quickly. Spitting into your hand, you gave him a few quick strokes as you watched him grow even bigger under your touch. 

Letting out some sinful breathy moans, you looked up at him, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as you finally reached your tongue out to lick at the tip of his cock. He twitched at the contact, and you felt the warmth pooling between your legs as you watched his each and every reaction. Finally wrapping your lips around him, you decided to put him out of his misery, sinking down on his dick an inch at a time until he was hitting the back of your throat. He was delightfully vocal the whole time, moaning and whimpering so much that you almost pulled off him completely and begged him to fuck you raw. But the taste of his cock was intoxicating and you wanted more and more of him. After a few minutes of your agonisingly slow pace, you felt his hips beginning to buck up to match your pace as he began to face-fuck you. He grabbed a handful of hair, and you did your best to relax your throat, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his thigh and sinking deeper into your open hips on the floor. 

His eyes were still screwed close, but he was moaning out your name now, with a few expletives thrown in too, having done a complete 180 from the few minutes earlier when he’d hesitated to even say the F word in conversation. You felt he was getting close when he started thrusting deeper, sloppier in his movements and more breathy in his moans. He suddenly pulled out of your mouth and lifted you to your feet, bringing you face to face with him. 

“We didn’t… we didn’t say where I would, um…” he tried to say but you pushed up onto your toes and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth, your tongues quickly twinning as he returned it in kind. You stood there, lips locked and breathless in that space for quite some time, neither of you caring about the lack of oxygen you were getting. Finally, using the hand that was still fisted in your hair he pulled you away from his lips, and you whimpered pathetically at the loss of contact. 

“I can taste myself on you,” he panted into your neck as he held you close, the words sending a shiver down your spine and forcing another moan out of your mouth. The pain from his tight grip in your hair only heightened your pleasure as he moved his lips back to your exposed neck and continued his ministrations. 

“Please, professor….” you begged again, desperate for his attention. “Please fuck me.” 

Without removing his lips from your neck, he quickly moved the two of you back to the couch you’d been sitting on before, guiding you into his lap, his cock still hard and free from his pants. Your skirt spread open, and your hard landing meant you could feel all of him pressed against you. You thanked the gods for your suddenly well-timed laundry efforts as he grabbed the base of his cock and started teasing you through your panties. You were sure they were soaked through as you sat in his lap, grinding down on his perfect cock, his mouth still pressed into your neck. 

“Fuck me, please fuck me,” you moaned, and he complied, finally hooking a finger under the seam of your panties and moving them to the side as he pushed up into you with another throaty moan. 

“Yes, thank you. Thank you Professor, thank you.” You moaned out in bliss as you sank further and further down on him, pushing further than any man had been. before. 

“Stop clenching, baby, you’re already tight enough as it is,” he ground his teeth in a hiss, and you moaned at his words, the pervertedness of them shooting straight to your core. 

“Can’t…help myself. You feel so good, sir.” He started moving then, holding your waist as he started lazily thrusting upwards. After having your mouth wrapped around him, he knew that too much too soon would mean that this wouldn’t last long, and you had begged him nicely, so he wanted this to feel as good for you as it did for him. Gripping one of your hips tightly in one hand, he let the other fall under your skirt, and started pressing into your clit. You threw back your head at the contact and started riding him, matching each of his upward thrusts with a downward thrust of your own, letting his thumb gain speed as it followed you up and down. 

“Fuck, professor, thank you…I’m gonna cum, fuck, thank you so much,” you stuttered out as you could feel your orgasm rip through you, collapsing into his arms as he thrust quicker into you now. 

“Y/N, where… where should I….” His voice trailed off, and after a few seconds regaining your sanity after your climax, you finally answered the question he’d been desperately trying to answer.

“Inside… Inside me, Professor Reid, it’s okay…” he whimpered at that, at each thrust he pushed into you, his head falling to the crook in your neck and your hands stroking the hair at the base of his neck as you clenched around him again, finally pulling the desire out of him. He came noisily, even with his face buried in you, moaning so delightfully you knew the sound would be your new distraction for the next three weeks. 

When he finally regained his composure, he let his hands drop from your waist, his head rolled back on the couch, and you fell with him, wrapping yourself around him as if  you never wanted this coupling to end. You stayed there, head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and drifted to sleep. 

You awoke an hour later, but there was no sign of the Professor. He’d cleaned you up somehow, because there was no unpleasant feeling between your legs, and he’d wrapped a blanket around you as you slept, making sure you were comfortable. Collecting your things and making to leave, you almost convinced yourself that it had all been another fantasy, and that you were becoming seriously delusional about the man. As you approached the door, however, you spotted a small note taped to the handle, and quickly pulled it into your hands. 

Miss Y/N, 

Thank you for visiting me today. I hope you decide to stay in the class, I certainly could learn a thing or two from you. 

- Spencer Reid. 

P.S. You’re lucky I’m an MIT Graduate with a job in the FBI. There’s a security camera in my office. 

[lavendercrow136]

"Use your words Darling"

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Hello Everyone! I wrote this in response to a wonderful anonymous Ask I received. Where Larissa and YOU the reader are colleagues, but they are not dating yet, and the reader gets a tramp stamp tattoo - with possible smut.

I hope this meets your expectations , I added my own little spin to the request, I hope you enjoy it , and if you would like a part 2 of them sneaking around and keeping their relationship a secret please let me know. Also if you have a suggestion for any particular kinky fuckery Larissa and Reader can perform, in order to spice up the smutty parts -please suggest it in the comments.

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You sat in your classroom at Nevermore Academy, the last class of the semester before Winter break.

Your students were buzzing with excitement quietly- discussing their plans, while you quietly played the piano, reflecting on your first year teaching at the Academy.

Most of your students liked you, as well as your colleagues, you had formed a small friendship with a select few of them, you were surprised they were so welcoming of a half-breed vampire after the incident involving a Normie- teacher the year prior.

The only person you had not seemed to form a connection with was your boss, who nearly died during the incident, but miraculously survived a dangerous dose of Night Shade poisoning-thanks to one of your favorite students Wednesday.

When the bell rang and you dismissed your students, you quietly tidied up your classroom, when your cell phone buzzed. You checked it quickly as you grabbed your purse, and put your laptop in your bag, it was one of your closest friends among the teachers.

"Ugh, Larissa announced a staff meeting in the employee break room. Don't be late, I don't want to see her single you out like last time"

You like the message, and quickly make your way to the staff room before anyone else can even arrive.

The last staff meeting you had heard about at the last second, you were always the last to know when it came to these things, and as a result you were typically late.

Larissa Weems, the principal, and your boss who all the students and staff claimed were kind and friendly. Proceeded to shame you every time you were late, causing your cheeks to burn with her disappointed gaze and shaming tone.

You sat at one of the available tables, sipping your coffee, when Larissa entered the room. The tall elegant blonde, was always the image of perfection, her clothing seemingly tailored to fit the contours of her voluptuous curves made your mouth water. Her pale skin always pristine, her make up perfectly complimenting her beautiful ice blue eyes.

Truth be told you found your boss undeniably beautiful, and would attempt to flirt if you did not think she hated your guts, and if she were not your boss and just a woman at a local bar.

Larissa finally seemed to notice your presence and rolled her eyes pretending not to care and set her purse down, she sat and waited across from you. Her eyes only left her phone to fix you with a look, that made your shift uncomfortably,

"Did I do something wrong?"

You cannot help but ask, your need to please people- especially your boss kicking in, outweighing your anxiety in risking irritating her.

She flicks her eyes up at you, turning her phone face down, and actually smiles which causes your heart to race. Her voice comes out a smooth coy lilt her delicious accent causing your ears to turn a soft subtle pink.

"Why Ms. Y/n L/n, I don't quite know what you mean. I am simply surprised you were the first person here"

You flush at her clear jab at your prior tardiness, and shift your legs crossing them one over the other, revealing a small amount of the skin of your upper thigh.

"That, is what I mean- I never mind"

You say just as the rest of the teachers file into the room talking happily, Larissa's eyes never leave yours as she waits for everyone to settle and take their seats. You avert your gaze to avoid her probing stare, as if you worry by making eye contact she would be able to see into the very depths of your darkest thoughts.

Your heart beats fast, and you breathe deeply, trying to keep yourself calm. "okay, so she is fucking hot and you think she is perfect, and that's why it bothers you that she seems to hate you, and your people pleasing mommy issues just make you crazier because you want to make her happy" you mentally think, clenching your thighs together to relieve the pressure that was building.

You look up at her and nearly whine, their is a soft smirk on her lips, and she is staring right at you, you turn cherry tomato red and huff softly folding your arms on your chest and internally dying inside from pure panic. "So what if she is mean to me, Maybe I like it, maybe this is her way of flirting" you mutter softly, as Larissa begins the meeting.

"What was that Y/n?" Larissa asks as she stands, her smirk now a wolfish grin, her hands on her hips that are cocked in a confident pose. If it were possible to shrivel up and disappear on the spot you would have, your friend snickers watching you flounder under the domineering older woman's gaze.

"I-Nothing I am sorry Larissa, please continue"

You say praying to god she does not question you further, you nearly breathe a sigh of relief when she resumes the meeting.

"As I was saying, the Nevermore Staff party is tomorrow night at the local bar and grill "The Black Cat Lounge", attire is formal evening wear, and the theme is "The Masque of the Red Death" as the theme implies masquerade masks are encouraged. I look forward to seeing you all there"

She announces, and adds to her statement while making direct eye contact with you,

"and do try not to disappoint me, I expect you all to be there. The last party only a handful showed up including myself"

You did not go to the last one, you couldn't find anything to wear that fit the theme, and truth be told you did not feel welcome. But this time you were going even if it made you a ball of nerves wound so tight you felt like a watermelon in a hydraulic press about to explode from the pressure.

When Larissa finished discussing the party she dismissed everyone, and as you were about to leave, it was just you and Larissa alone in the staff room. "Damn your short legs for making you the last to leave with her" you thought.

"Y/n, a word?"

Her sultry voice had you stop dead in your tracks, you turned to face her.

"Of course Larissa, what did you want to talk about?"

Larissa smiles, a brief flash of uncertainty on her face as she steps closer to you, trapping you between her and the table you leaned against for support.

"I do hope you will actually attend the party this time, your colleagues missed you, and always speak so highly of you. Which makes me wonder why you and I have never chatted alone before"

You smile softly, trying to hide your panic,

"I-I will definitely be there this time Larissa, I just- I did not go last time because I couldn't find proper attire for the theme, but I assure you I will be there tomorrow night"

She smiles at your clear nervousness blatantly present due to your nervous stutter,

"Good, I was hoping I could get to know you more intimately, and you and I could become more than just colleagues, perhaps even friends"

You smile, internally screaming- "why does she have to be so fucking hot, and why are we so close together" you think, before realizing you were taking to long to respond to her comment.

"Of course Larissa, I look forward to getting to know you better"

She smiles brushing a strand of hair out of your face, causing you to blush a brighter shade of red, which does not go unnoticed by her. She bids you farewell, and exits leaving you a slumped human form of frayed nerves arousal and jellied limbs.

You immediately put your coat on and make your way to your car, your purse in hand. When you finally climb into your car, you can't help but notice Larissa struggling to get her Rolls Royce to start.

"Damn it, Damn it-shit- fuck fuck" you think as you step out of your vehicle leaving your purse in the middle console as you grab your jumper cables, your body moving on instinct before you can even stop to think.

"Hey Larissa, everything okay? Do you need a jump?"

Larissa smiles at your offer,

"If it would not be too much trouble for you that would be greatly appreciated Y/n"

You smile and turn off your vehicle before applying the hookups to both your car and Larissa's,

"I am gonna start my car, and then you can test your's"

She nods watching you get back into your vehicle, you turn the key in your ignition and watch as your car rumbles to life. Larissa turns her car key and groans in frustration, it still won't start.

"Do you want to call a tow truck, and then I can just bring you wherever you need to go Larissa"

Larissa looks hesitant for a moment, but as it starts to rain she nods her head. You remove the hookups from your vehicles and place your jumper cables into your car. Offering her help getting into your vehicle, your white dress blouse completely soaked through revealing your black lace bra.

Larissa watches you ring out your long (your hair color) hair and makes the phone call to have her vehicle towed, when she concludes the call. She smiles at you,

"Thank you for saving me from the rain, I truly appreciate your help Y/n"

You smile playing it off as no big deal, and turn the radio on a lower volume.

"It's no big deal Larissa, what's your address so I can plug it into the GPS- or where to?"

She smiles,

"I actually have to go pay for the venue, but afterwards I just need to go home if you did not mind making a few stops"

You smile, and reassure her,

"I don't mind at all, I just have to get gas before we go anywhere else"

She smiles in understanding, and shortly after the tow truck arrives, she pays the man, and takes one last look in her vehicle to make sure she has everything before stepping into your vehicle.

You turn on her heated seat, so she stays warm and even allow her pick the music, she selects "Cheri, Cheri Lady by Modern talking".

You smile and pull out of the Nevermore Academy parking lot, and begin the drive down the long narrow drive way that leads to the Academy gates. You press your gate key, and the wrought iron gate creaks open, you pull out of the drive way and hit the button to close the gate. You look both ways before pulling out on to the busy streets, you head to the gas station, and within fifteen minutes you arrive.

"I'll be right back Larissa"

She smiles, and you grab your wallet making your way inside to pay before pumping your gas, you smile noticing her singing to the song while you pump the gas. When you finish you climb back into your vehicle, the song finishes and "Teachers Pet by Melanie Martinez" begins to play.

You smile feeling your tummy do a little flip, as you look over at her, she had unpinned her signature french style bun, and allowed her platinum blonde hair to fall in loose damp curls and waves.

She shivers as you get in the car, and quickly shut your car door buckling up.

You plug in the address to "The Black Cat bar and Lounge" and notice that it is a couple hours away, you smile- no problem, you think.

"It is a bit of a drive, and I did not eat yet, do you want to stop for a bite my treat, and I don't mind if we eat in my car"

Larissa smiles and accepts your offer,

"If your sure, that would be wonderful, then I won't have to cook when I get home"

You smile,

"My feelings exactly, the students were exceptionally unruly today being the last day before their two week break"

She laughs and nods in agreement, as you begin the drive to the Weather Vane pulling into the drive through,

"What do you want to eat and drink you ask?"

Larissa smiles looking at the menu, leaning into your direction to better see the menu, which allows you to inhale her delicious natural scent. She smells like vanilla sugar, amber and sweet spices, absolutely mouth watering, her floral perfume faded leaving just the barest trace of it.

Your breath catches in your throat, as she looks up at you a shy smile on her lips,

"Can I have the grilled cheese and ham panini with the seasoned fries, and a Venti brown sugar oat-milk latte with a shot of chai and espresso, and five sugars iced"

You nod,

"That sounds really good actually"

When you make your way up to the box to place your order, you order two of the same, adding two warmed chocolate croissants as a treat for dessert. The employee gives you, the total and you pull forward to the window and pay. You take the food and pass it to Larissa, handing her, her coffee, your fingers brush against hers and you smile.

She thanks you for the food, and begins distributing it as you pull into a parking lot so you both can eat without driving distracted.

You smile as you both begin to eat in comfortable silence, you watch her take a bite and blush when you hear her moan in satisfaction, your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. You smile, and she blushes,

"I am sorry, this panini is so good"

You smile,

"It's okay, I know what you mean"

You continue to eat your meal, watching her in a whole other light, the normally intimidating woman. Seems so relaxed and like an entirely different woman from the meeting, the stress of her position and the day clearly gone now that she was capable of relaxing.

When you are both done eating she thanks you again and you smile,

"Your welcome Larissa, I am glad that I got out of work late so I was there"

She blushes at your words, as you pull out of the parking lot and back onto the road, the song "Good Girl by Morganne" begins to play. You flush, hearing her sing a long to the lyrics, a fire burning in your lower belly. Her voice is soft and sensual with her accent, gives you butterflies, she removes her heels in your car, and you don't mind at all because she is clearly more comfortable in your presence.

You continue the long drive in silence listening to her sing, and when the song ends you look over to see her with her eyes shut and leaned back in the passenger seat.

You let the music just play randomly, and when you are thirty minutes away from the lounge smile when you look over and find her in a blissful sleep. You pull over to the side and reach into your passenger seat quick to grab the fuzzy blanket you keep for the fall and winter and drape it over her.

She hums softly in her sleep, and when she is sufficiently covered with the blanket you pull back on to the road and continue the drive.

You smile able to enjoy her presence while she sleeps, and when you arrive at the lounge and park. You grab your wallet and checkbook, and make your way inside, you explain the situation to the owner and make the payment on Larissa's behalf. Paying for the venue, the DJ and the catering. You buy two bottles of their vintage house wine Amontillado before returning to your vehicle to find her still blissfully asleep.

You smile, and click on the GPS for her address and are surprised to see she is your upstairs neighbor. You live in a small duplex, you live in the bottom half, while up until now a stranger lived in the upper half.

You drive home while she sleeps, and "Crystals by Stevie Nicks" begins to play while the rain becomes a steady down pour, you drive slower your windshield wipers a constant rhythm.

She wakes up when a particularly loud clap of thunder startles her awake, she blinks wearily noticing the blanket and blushes pulling it tighter against her and takes a sip of her coffee.

"I am sorry I fell asleep Darling"

She whispers and you flush at her words,

"It is alright Larissa, you clearly needed a break. I took care of the venue by the way"

She smiles and thanks you, and you smile shaking your head,

"If you are still tired you can sleep, I know where I am going"

She shakes her head,

"No, No I want to keep you company"

She states matter of fact and you cannot help but smile, you pass her the warmed up croissant.She accepts it and smiles taking a bite and humming happily.

When you arrive at your house two hours later, she is shocked when you park and follow her up the porch to the other door, you see her hesitation.

"Yea, so when you were asleep I found out we are neighbors- this, this ones me"

She laughs,

"Small world"

You nod almost forgetting the bottle of wine you had purchased as a gift to her, she smiles when you pass it to her and thanks you, blushing slightly.

You hesitate at your door,

"Listen, Larissa you know if - if your car is not ready in time for the staff party tomorrow. I don't mind giving you a ride"

She pauses her hand on the door knob and smiles warmly at you,

"That would be wonderful Y/n, I think I have your number so I will text you as soon as I know"

You smile and bid her goodnight, waiting for her to go inside before entering your own half of the house. You remove your coat, and set the wine down on your kitchen counter.

You hang up your purse, grabbing your lap top and chargers out of it. You plug them in, in your home office. Before going back to your kitchen where the Amontillado wine waits, you grab a single stem glass and pour it, you let the wine breathe while you light some candles and draw yourself a bubble bath.

You shed your clothes, and grab the glass and your phone before carefully settling into the warm soothing water.

You instantly relax, and take a sip of your wine, you are leaned back in the tub, your bath pillow cushioning your neck when a text from a number you do not recognize comes through.

"Thank you for tonight Y/n and of course the wine"

attached to the text is an image not dissimilar to your current setting, you see the wine sitting on a bath table perched atop a claw foot tub, candles illuminate the rich red of the wine, a stark contrast to the strip of pale flesh of her thigh poking through the bubbles.

You smile and send her a text with a selfie attached of you leaning back in the tub, only a small amount of your ample cleavage visible in the photo.

"No problem Rissa, looks like we had the same idea"

She heart reacts to your message, and you smile as you add her phone number to your contacts before continuing your bath.

A short while later, you are finished shaving and bathing, clad in a towel and moisturizing your skin. When you hear a soft knock at your door, you scrunch your brows wondering who it could be this late. You go to the door tightening the towel around your body, before opening the door a crack to find Larissa in a satin blood red pajama set.

You instantly flush embarrassed at your barely concealed nakedness,

"Sorry Y/n, I figured since we are neighbors, and you got the wine- we might spend some time together if you want"

You quickly recover from your embarrassment, and welcome her inside your apartment. Leading her to the living room,

"Of course, let me just finish getting dressed"

She nods her head in understanding a flush on her cheeks, and a subtle curve to her lips. You make your way to your bedroom, and go to your drawers, you decide on a black silk sleep short set, and a sheer robe, a matching lingerie set beneath it.

You return to Larissa in the living room with your wine and the bottle, she looks you up and down twice and smiles, something that does not go unnoticed by you.

You sit across from her and smile, trying to sit as modestly as you can in the shorts that ride up your thighs, and cannot help but fixate on her perfectly manicured long slender hands.

"I am glad you decided to come down and visit me Larissa"

You say with a blush, and she smiles taking another sip of the wine,

"I am glad I did too, it is honestly really nice getting to spend time with you outside of the Academy, you are like a completely different person. I swear sometimes I thought you were avoiding me"

She teases causing you to laugh, she smiles at your laugh chuckling herself,

"To be fair, sometimes I was because I thought you might hate me"

You comment taking a sip of your wine and she flushes, chuckling to herself as she watches you take another sip of wine.

"Am I that intimidating darling?"

She asks affectionately,

"No, Gods no Larissa, I am just shit at flirting with and talking to women I find indescribably beautiful"

Larissa blushes at your words, and you flinch covering your mouth, and pour yourself another glass topping hers off. She does not make further comments about what you said only smiles in appreciation.

Hours pass and eventually the wine is gone, you are very drunk and Larissa is barely tipsy. She smiles at you as you continue to gush over how pretty you think she is,

"God you are just like so fucking pretty, and when you scold me and act in charge at work my knees feel like pudding and my tummy does little flips and twists"

She laughs her lips parted in shock at your words, and she allows you to continue to drunkenly gush and ramble,

"I like a dominant older woman, its probably all of the mommy issues"

you slur your words, leaning back unsteadily on the couch. She smiles darkly her lips upturned in a smirk. She rises from the couch looking at the time,

"Darling it is late, and I should probably go to sleep. I am flattered you think of me so fondly, you should drink some water and go to sleep"

You pout and she smirks, shooting you a pointed look,

"Be a good girl and go to bed, no more wine Darling"

You look up at her innocently, your hair mussed and a wicked glint in your eye on your knees on the couch,

"Okay Mommy"

Larissa's eyes widen in shock and she smiles promising to herself to tease you about this later. She leaves, and you lay on the couch, looking at your phone. You scroll through your phone and message your friend Bridget who is a tattoo artist,

"Hey, I am ready for that tattoo you owe me"

She instantly responds,

"Are you high it's almost one in the morning?"

and you reply,

"Not high, a little dunk, drunk"

Bridget taps out a response, and you resist the urge to cheer triumphantly,

"Fine, I will be there in ten minutes"

You drink the last of the wine in the bottle, and when Bridget arrives she laughs at the state of you.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Y/n?"

You nod determined, and tell her your idea while she sets up the table. She makes you sign a form stating you consented to the tattoo, and that she is not held responsible for anything once the tattoo is complete.

Satisfied with the paperwork, she has you lay down on the table, and begins the tattoo. At some point she finishes and leaves, and you stumble to bed. The next morning you wake up with an ache in your lower back, and sigh rubbing your eyes. You take the pain killers sitting by your bed side and a sip of water, you notice a note on the floor and pick it up.

It is from Bridget,

"hey wild child, seems like you partied pretty hard last night with your boss.Anyway just a reminder that, you picked the tattoo and signed the contract, so your not allowed to be mad at me for drunk you's decisions"

Fuck- you mutter rushing to the bathroom, and turning so you can see your lower back in the mirror, in swirling fine print is a tramp stamp that says "Mommy's good girl."

You pinch your brows in frustration, swearing to never drink again, and look at the time,

"Shit"

You slept incredibly late, and now have an hour to get ready for the work party. You shower and moisturize your skin, applying a balm to the tattoo bitterly swearing the entire time.

You dry and style your long hair in a loose twisted crown braid, doing an alluring smokey eye, and applying a vampy red lipstick.

You look at the gown you had purchased for the party with dismay, it has an open back but you think the tattoo will be concealed, you slip on the lingerie that goes with the gown.

Before stepping into it and zipping yourself into the curve hugging dress, its black and sheer, covered in red stones that cover your most intimate areas in intricate swirling patterns, you grab the lace mask that matches and your purse. You throw a blazer over it, just as Larissa calls.

"Are you ready Y/n? I was just about to head down to your car"

You smile taking a hangover cure med, and respond,

"Yes, I will be right out Larissa"

You slip on your stilettos, and make your way out of your apartment, you turn to find Larissa in a power suit that matches your dress, her lace back bra poking out beneath her vest,her hair in loose waves and her makeup impeccable.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of her, and you blush looking her up and down, your about to speak at the same time,

"You look-um, you first'

You say, Larissa smiles drinking in your form in the dress eyeballing your curves,

"stunning"

she says, and you respond with,

"divine"

She smiles and thanks you for the compliment watching as you wince climbing into the car, not allowing your lower back to touch much of the drivers seat.

"Are you okay Y/n?"

She asks concern on her face as you drive to the venue,

"Oh, thank you for asking Larissa, I think I just slept weird"

You lie, smiling at her. You turn the conversation to different matters,

"Did I say or do anything to make you uncomfortable last night Larissa?"

In truth you could not remember anything about the night before, she smiles and blushes remembering how you called her mommy.

"Not at all Darling, so relax, you did nothing to upset me"

You genuinely do relax and within two hours you arrive at the venue, your other coworkers already having arrived greet you and Larissa warmly when you arrive. You both have your masks, you all drink and talk and dance. But with all the bodies moving the venue becomes really warm, you fight with yourself internally battling over whether or not you should remove the blazer.

You see Larissa engaging in a pleasant conversation with a friend, and she notices your flushed cheeks, she saunters over to you and presses her cool finger tips to your forehead,

"Darling you are burning up, why don't you take your blazer off so we can all see your dress better, you look wonderful"

You blush in embarrassment,

"I think I just need some fresh air"

You say, and she smiles,

"I will come with you to keep you company"

You are about to tell her she does not have to when she is already holding the door. You step out into the cool night air, still feeling unbearably hot,

"Here"

Larissa helps you remove the jacket and you resist,

"Y/n don't be silly you will get a heat stroke"

You relent noticing her annoyance and she slips off your blazer, her eyes scan your exposed back and her words are cut off mid sentence,

"there-"

You freeze prepared to explain yourself, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, when you feel her delicate slender fingers brush over the tattoo.

A desperate moan escapes your throat, and you hear her growl in response, her other hand curling possessively around your wrist.

You turn to face her, and what you see makes your knees go weak, her pupils are blown with lust, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Her voice is a sultry husk,

"Mommy's good girl"

She whispers seductively her accent causing her to prolong the "r" in girl. You blush your hands fidgeting restlessly,

"I -I can explain"

You provide weakly, Larissa smirks her arms caging you between her and the railing her hand graces your side trailing up your torso before running along your delicate jaw, and tilting your chin up to meet her lustful gaze.

"Oh? Darling I don't think that will be necessary, you already told Mommy everything"

You flush your heart a hammer in your chest,

"I did?"

She hums in approval at your question,

"Yes, you did I believe you said you found me undeniably attractive, that you loved that I was a dominant older woman, and called me Mommy"

You blush feeling appalled at your drunken actions. You immediately feel your eyes fill up with embarrassed tears.

"I-I am so sorry Larissa"

She silences you, placating you, rubbing your arm in a soothing gesture,

"Don't be I thought it was adorable, and I would be lying if I told you I did not find it endearing, or that your feelings were not returned Darling"

You relax a little,

"You are not just saying that Larissa?"

She smiles,

"No baby girl, I am flattered that a stunning woman like you is attracted to me. To be entirely honest it is a turn on"

You flush feeling aroused at her words, the feeling travels straight to your eager core.

You blush at her admission,

"To be honest darling I have had my eye on you for a while, you are always perfect, always so attentive with the students and never behave like a brat when i tease you for being late"

You lean into her your eyes fluttering with her every word, you look down at her cherry red lips. And she leans closer,

"Larissa I have had a major crush on you for a while, and I am glad drunk me told you, but-"

She smiles,

"But what darling?"

You freeze,

"but should we be doing this, I mean your my boss"

She smirks wickedly,

"We can, as long as we don't get caught darling"

You flush, leaning against her,

"Are you sure?"

She nods,

"More than anything, just promise me you'll be mine"

You flush at her words feeling your heart race with hers, and the sincerity in her smile,

"I'm yours"

You respond without hesitation. She kisses you passionately her hands squeezing your hips firmly, when you part you can't stop smiling. She places her hand on the small of your back covering your tattoo, and the both of you return to the party with the rest of the staff.

You talk and drink wine, and when the party ends, she insists on driving your subaru home.

The entire drive home you feel tense, the sort of nervous excitement before something life changing and big happens.

You look over at Larissa worrying your lip between your teeth, its been two hours of silence with her driving.You clear your throat,

"Thank you for driving Larissa"

She smiles sensing your nervousness, her hand darts out seeking yours, she holds your hand tightly and rubs your knuckles with her thumb.

"Its no trouble darling, I am used to being tall and between your new tattoo which we have yet to discuss, and your stilettos I know you must be sore"

You smile and lean back,

"You want to discuss my tattoo?"

She smirks devilishly,

"Yes, I do"

She confirms, as she pulls into the town of jericho, your house fifteen minutes away. As she pulls into the driveway, she turns off the car, and unbuckles her belt without a word.

She walks around to the passenger side and undoes your seat belt for you, her face inches from yours, she helps you out of the car, not giving you much choice.

"Now darling, you are going to go inside your home and change into something more comfortable, and I expect you at my door in less then fifteen minutes. Am I understood?"

She asks, causing you to shiver at her authoritative tone. You nod your head, and she tilts your chin up roughly to neet her gaze,

"Use your words darling"

You blush a deeper shade of crimson,

"Yes"

She smirks biting her lip not letting go of your chin,

"Yes what?"

You shiver, barely supressing a moan,

"Yes Mommy"

You whisper softly, and she smiles kissing your forehead and releasing your chin,

"Good girl, now hurry up and get changed"

You do as she tells you making your way to your bedroom and immediately strip, you put on a pair of comfy clothes, before making your way up to her door.

You knock and she opens the door, a smirk on her face, she welcomes you inside of her home. You look around her home and just as you imagined everything is pristine, she gently guides you to her living room. And you both take a seat,

"Now about this tattoo Darling"

She prompts and you instantly cringe in embarrassment, she chuckles at the look on your face,

"What about it?"

You feel incredibly flustered. She smiles,

"As much as I am flattered that you wanted to commemorate my hold over you permanently, we should probably message your artist and schedule a cover up. It would cause a negative impact on the public perception of the Academy, if I allowed a staff member to have such a suggestive tattoo"

You nod dying a little inside,

"I-I can call Bridget and see if she is free, I am so sorry, please-please don't fire me"

Larissa places her hand on your shoulder in a calming gesture,

"I am not going to fire you darling, we just need to change it"

You relax at her words and pick up your cell phone and call Bridget, she answers and you place her on call at Larissa's request,

"Yes Y/n?"

Bridget answers, You fidget nervously,

"So um, about the back tattoo... I am going to need a cover up"

There is a brief pause, before Bridget responds,

"I will be right there"

You nod and Larissa smiles,

"I-I am upstairs"

Bridget laughs,

"Mommy did not like the tattoo?"

Larissa smirks, and you groan, Bridget laughs at your expense. Larissa takes your phone,

"I liked it, it is just not appropriate for an educator of a prestigious academy"

Bridget gasps in shock,

"Damn Y/n she sounds hot"

Larissa smiles and finishes up the call with Bridget, she rubs you back in support, and you cuddle into her.

When Bridget arrives she sets up her tattoo machine and table, getting her ink pots ready, you reluctantly climb back on the table and watch Larissa who cannot stop smirking.

Bridget turns her machine on letting it buzz near your skin, and you feel something cold and wet on your back.

"Done"

Larissa laughs at your shocked expression, Bridget bites her lip,

"It was fake?"

You ask your voice rising in pitch, and Bridget nods,

"I knew you would regret it, if you got it, or that your partner might not approve so I saved you the pain and the trouble"

You smile playfully shoving Bridget,

"DICK, I thought she was gonna fire me!"

Bridget smiles,

"Now loser, do you want an actual tattoo?"

You look to Larissa who nods her head in approval,

"Yea, we can start the Gothic architecture sleeves you designed for me, and Larissa can tell you about any little additions she thinks would be good"

Larissa smiles and plays with your hair while Bridget thrashes your skin with ink for four hours straight. Larissa smiles making little notes on the tattoo,

"Y/n, are you cool if Larissa does a line of ink on your arm right?"

You look from Bridget to Larissa who is shocked by your friend's statement, You smile,

"Of course, I trust her"

Bridget lets Larissa take a seat, and shows her how to run the machine, and lets her use practice skin at first before you give her your arm.

Larissa takes a steadying breath as she brings the tattoo gun to your arm, she fills in a line, and you smile.

"Alright, let me get back in their so I can finish it up and leave you to alone"

Larissa stands back up and continues to play with your hair in a soothing gesture. When Bridget's finished she cleans off the excess ink and smiles at her work,

"Perfect"

You look at the sleeve and smile, you liked the additions Larissa added to the piece, you pay Bridget and thank her. Soon enough you are alone, Larissa smirks.

"I hope you learned a lesson about shopping for tattoos when inebriated"

You laugh, and she smirks scooting closer to you on the couch,

"I definitely did, and thankfully it was not a hard lesson to learn"

Larissa laughs and you kiss her, you don't know why you did, you just do. Instinctively her hands are on your hips, you moan feeling her tongue swipe across your bottom lip. You allow her access, and instantly your tongues dance together, she pulls away her lips pressing kisses along your jaw.

She sucks a hickey into your neck, and you moan incredibly loud,

"FUCK MOMMY"

She growls playfully scooping you into her arms and carries you to her bed, she sets you on it gently, and within seconds you are completely naked.

Her eyes drink in your form hungrily, and you whine at the loss of her warmth, you tug on her clothes and she smirks cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Please Mommy"

She smiles kissing your forehead and slowly teasingly strips for you, revealing every inch of perfect porcelain skin, she climbs on to her bed crawling towards you and you lay back allowing her on top of you. She hums kissing down your jaw and neck, pecking the hickey she gave you and kisses down your chest to your breasts.

She darts her tongue out sensually sucking on each of your nipples, licking them in quick tight circles, causing your breathing to come out in quick little pants.

She continues her slow path down your body squeezing your hips, and when she gets close to where you desperately need her, she kisses down each leg, and up each leg nipping your inner thighs with her teeth.

You are a writhing needy mess beneath her, desperate for her touch, your dripping core, is needy with evidence of your arousal. You feel your cunt flutter and pulse on nothing, she smirks kissing and licking every where but where you need her.

"Please Mommy"

You beg a whine in your tone, she smiles and lowers her head to your pussy, her breathing making you shudder and ache. Finally she licks your cunt in one broad stripe, from your opening to your clit. She moans at your taste, her eyes fluttering shut in approval before attacking your cunt with her tongue.

"GOD FUCK YES"

You moan your body bowing in response to her ministrations, she hums sending vibrations through you, and eats you out until you feel like you're going to fall apart. Your hips writhing and undulating chasing her tongue, and then she stops, coming back up to your eye level and kisses you.

"Mommy why'd you stop?"

You ask your voice high pitch with need, she smirks and reaches over into her night stand pulling out a bottle of lubricant, a strap on holster and a sizable dildo. She slips the harness on and attaches the dildo, she lubricates it with expert precision, before sliding back between your legs. Your arousal dripping onto her sheets she growls in approval,

"If at any point you are uncomfortable darling or you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"

She says now that she has finished lubricating the dildo and is level with your opening. You smile at her attentiveness,

"Okay Mommy"

You whisper, and satisfied with your answer she eases inside of you. She barely has the tip inside of you, and you already feel full, she rubs your clit while you adjust and when she feels less resistance pushes in a bit deeper.

Larissa smiles watching you take her strap, and when it is fully flush inside you, you are panting, your thighs twitching threatening to clamp shut.

But when she moves, oh gods , it's like you see stars. She lifts your legs onto her shoulders, and fucks you at a brutal pace that nearly makes you see the inside of your skull, the sound of wet flesh slapping together fills the room as she pounds into your eager wet cunt animalistically, growling and moaning, she kisses you passionately.

You feel yourself approaching your orgasm rapidly, your thighs twitching around her strap, she notices and angles her hips to make the dildo hit that sweet spot inside of you that has you moaning so loud your voice becomes hoarse.

"Fuck Mommy I am close"

Larissa smiles wickedly her own orgasm approaching as her hips stutter a sign of her impending release,

"Good Girl, cum with Mommy, cum on Mommy's cock"

You orgasm screaming her name and chanting it like a prayer, and you watch her whole body shudder in pleasure as she orgasms too, collapsing on top of you.

You moan feeling your whole body twitch as you recover from the toe curling experience, when Larissa has recovered she carefully removes the dildo from your overly sensitive well fucked cunt, and take it off.

You make room for her next to you on the bed, and pepper her in appreciative kisses, in complete and utter bliss you pass out in each others arms.

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[moon1833]

Arrogance

Warning: smut, female reader, enemies to friends to lovers kinda, hate-fucking, semi-public sex, reader is wearing a skirt, Tsukishima is a bottom and I will die on this hill, female reader, College!Tsukishima

He was mean. Agonizingly rude and arrogant. And to you, you saw that as a competition. You wouldn't call yourself mean, but you defiantly didn't let any of his bullshit slide. You made that abundantly clear at your first meeting. You had know of the blonde boy in your class since you started Karasuno College, but luckily avoided him up until the end of your first year.

"Watch where you're going, shorty. Some of the grownups need to get through." He smirked, barely looking at you as he knocked into you.

He half expected to hear a remark from your pretty mouth, or maybe you'd just roll your eyes and walk away. What he didn't expect, was for you to grab his bicep and shove him into the wall with most of your strength. You weren't trying to hurt him, but you knew it would take a lot to move the third year middle blocker. You were in a bitter mood.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you." You watch him stumble back slightly, eyes wide with shock. His lips part to speak, but you don't wait for him to respond, turning towards your next class.

Tsukishima had never been spoken to like that by a complete stranger. He supposed it was warranted, he wasn't oblivious to how rude he was to others. He just didn't think he'd be able to invoke that reaction from you of all people.

From then on, he made sure to glare at you whenever he got the chance, which happened to be often since you were now in the same class. Tsukishima made it his mission to pester you, and every single time, you put him in his place.

It started an odd relationship between the two of you. Neither of you would call each other friends, but you'd both be lying if you said you didn't seek out the other one, even if it was just to argue.

You sat in class one morning, the seat of the desk uncomfortable as you watched the teacher hand out the graded exams from last week. You didn't need to turn your head to see Tsukishima's eyes narrowed onto you, bouncing his leg with anticipation.

Your teacher places the exam face down on your desk, and you flip it over swiftly, trying not to look too eager. You smirk as your eyes trail to the boy in the row next to you, turning the paper to him so he could read the 100 marked proudly in the right corner of the paper.

You watch his gaze darken, scowling as he turns away from you. You fake coo at his actions, watching his left hand grip the desk until his knuckles turned white.

The teacher handed back Tsukishima's exam last, and you tried to peer at his score to no avail. The teacher dismissed the class soon after, and you found yourself chasing after the blonde, curious to see just how many points you beat him by.

"Don't get shy on me now." You say cockily, standing next to his desk and peering down on him.

He glares back up at you, a tinge of embarrassment obvious due to his reddening ears. Even if this was the only expression you ever saw him give you, it satisfied a part of you.

Neither of you notice the rest of the class leave, as well as the teacher.

"How'd you manage cheat this time?" Tsukishima asks, but even he knows it's a weak cover-up.

"Aw, that was almost a retort." You smile.

"Being around idiots lowers my brain cells." He rolls his eyes, trying to slide his exam into his backpack without you seeing the score.

Quickly, you snatch the paper from him, turning around so he can't grab it. Tsukishima lunges, reaching around you, caging you with his arms and pressing your hips against the side of the desk.

You try to relish in the fact that he got a 96, but you can't when he's pressed against you so closely you can feel his breath on your neck.

Caught by surprise, a small sound escapes from your lips, suddenly very loud in the empty room.

Tsukishima stops, unsure if he really just heard the small moan you made or if he was starting to confuse his daydreams with real life. But, one of his hands holding yours behind your back as the other grasped the paper on the desk in front of you was very, very real.

"Oh?" Tsukishima questions, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly.

When you don't make any efforts to move away, Tsukishima peers his head down by your ear, his lips grazing your skin as he whispers.

"Don't tell me you like this, y/n."

You snap back, pushing him off of you and turning around. You put your hands on his chest, shoving him back while keeping your fists tight around the material of his shirt.

His glasses are crooked slightly, and he stares at you with a hunger in his eyes. And then it hits you.

"Don't tell me you like it when I put you in your place, Tsukishima." Your hands reach higher, now gripping his collar.

You watch the blush creep up Tsukishima's neck, grinning. You're barely inches away, and he takes a step back in an attempt to catch his breath. His legs hit the front of a chair and you're climbing onto his lap before he's even fully sat down.

His hands fly to your waist instantly, steadying you on his thighs. You take his glasses off before trailing your fingers over the curve of his lips, leaning in slowly.

Your lips just graze his, but Tsukishima grasps the back of your head, greedily kissing you. You respond by kissing him back harder, parting your lips and pressing your body even further into him.

You don't miss how he lets out the smallest of whimpers at you grounding your hips against him, feeling him under you. You grin, grinding back and forth to pull more noises from him.

"I'm going to lose control if you keep doing that." Tsukishima admits, sounding short of breath.

"You haven't had an ounce of control since you walked into this classroom." You sneer, kissing down his jaw roughly. "You can stop pretending to fight me."

Tsukishima tilts his head back, hitting the wall softly as he started breathing deeply, feeling as though he could cum from your words alone. It was embarrassing the effect you had on him.

You reach a certain spot on his neck, causing Tsukishima to jerk his. hips up slightly as he sighs.

You wanted to toy with him for as long as you could, but you knew you had limited time. Hurriedly, you tugged at his belt, palming at his dick through his pants.

Tsukishima adjusted himself, unzipping his pants and trailing a hand up your thigh. You lifted your hips up, giving him room as you continued to leave hickies down his collar bone.

His hand was now under your skirt, delicately gripping your waist. The other was rubbing his tip, watching you eye his cock. Wordlessly, you pulled your panties to the side, sinking down on him.

You knew it was going to hurt with no prep and his size, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. You eased down on him, bitting your lip as you bottomed out. Tsukishima buried his head into your shoulder, letting out a moan.

You wrapped your fingers around his hair, tugging him back and forcing him to look at you. Your hand trailed to his throat, tightening slightly but not choking him.

"Be quiet." You whisper, looking at him sharply. Tsukishima's looking up at you with half lidded eyes, his mouth parted. He's on the verge of bliss and he's not hiding it anymore.

After sinking down fully, you crossed your arms, shifting your hips to get used to the feeling. He bucks his hips up, desperate for more.

"Pathetic." You say, moving your hips up and down slowly. His long fingers are digging into your hips, and his eyes are pleading with you.

"If you want something you're going to need to ask for it." You tease.

"Please," Tsukishima has lost all dignity, feeling so pussydrunk he thinks he'd kill to be inside you for a minute more. "need you to use me."

You grab his jaw, peppering kisses on his cheek as you speed your hips up, whispering encouragement in his ear.

Tsukishima let all control slip away from him as his orgasm built, holding you closer by the small of your back. His big hands wrapped around your waist and you let him attempt to muffle his sounds in the crook of your neck.

He was trying his best to hold off his orgasm, but between your tits nearly bouncing out of your shirt and the degrading words slipping from your kiss-bitten mouth, he didn't last very long.

A few minutes later you were viciously riding out his orgasm, but pink in the face and suddenly hit with the realization of what you just did.

Panic hit you momentarily, until Tsukishima kissed the top of your head, mumbling a “I’m never going to win an argument against you ever again.”

“No, I don’t think so.” You say. “Unless you want to end up like this again.”

“I wasn’t going to stop either way, but I appreciate the encouragement.”

[elryuse]

Hierarchy

Part 3 : New Faces, Same Cases

Y/n POV

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink as I pedaled my beloved bicycle towards Jooshin High. The wind whipped through my hair, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. I felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over me, a stark contrast to the anxiety that had been gnawing at me in the days leading up to this moment.

As I approached the school, a line of luxury cars snaked along the driveway. Their polished exteriors gleamed under the morning sun, a testament to the wealth and privilege of their owners. A red carpet had been rolled out, a crimson ribbon leading to the grand entrance.

I watched in fascination as a group of four girls emerged from the cars. They were dressed in designer outfits, their long legs and flawless makeup drawing the attention of everyone around them. Wonyoung, Ryujin, Minjeong, and Jimin—the angels of Jooshin High, as they were known—stepped onto the red carpet, their every movement a picture of grace and elegance.

I was both dazzled and dumbfounded. What was the significance of the red carpet? Why were they treated so differently? As I parked my bicycle, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had stumbled into a different world.

Gathering my courage, I made my way into the school. The halls were filled with students, their conversations a low hum of privilege and exclusivity. I felt like a small fish in a vast, unfamiliar ocean.

My classroom was a cavernous space, bathed in the soft glow of fluorescent lights. The desks were arranged in neat rows, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the hallway. I found my seat at the back, hoping to blend into the background.

As I sat down, I couldn't help but notice the way the other students were staring at me. They were sizing me up, assessing my worth. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me.

A few minutes later, a woman entered the room. She was tall and elegant, with a warm smile that instantly lit up the room. "Good morning, everyone," she said. "My name is Ms. Han So Hee, and I'll be your homeroom teacher for this year."

She greeted the privileged students first, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. When she turned her attention to the scholarship students, her tone shifted slightly, becoming more formal.

"Welcome to Jooshin High," she said. "I hope you will find this to be a challenging and rewarding experience."

After introducing herself, Ms. Han outlined the rules and policies of the school. The first rule was clear: the privileged students were the main focus of the teachers. The scholarship students were secondary. The second rule was even more shocking: the educational materials would be differentiated, with a greater emphasis on the privileged students.

A murmur of discontent rippled through the scholarship students. We had all been warned about the elitism of Jooshin High, but this was beyond anything we could have imagined.

As the students were discussing the rules, a familiar figure burst into the room. It was Ryujin, one of the angels of Jooshin High. She apologized profusely to Ms. Han, who dismissed her apology with a wave of her hand.

"It's quite alright, Ryujin," she said. "Just be more careful in the future."

Ryujin thanked Ms. Han and took her seat. The other students watched in awe, their eyes filled with envy.

But the scene took a dramatic turn when a scholarship student, who had arrived late, tried to enter the classroom. The doorman stopped him, his face stern. "I'm sorry, but you're late," he said. "You're not allowed to enter the class."

The student pleaded with the doorman, but to no avail. He was expelled from the class, his face filled with shame and humiliation.

As I watched the scene unfold, I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach. Jooshin High was not what I had expected. It was a hell on earth.

Small Timeskip

The classroom door swung shut behind Ms. Han, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the cacophony of the hallway. As soon as she was out of sight, the students pulled out their phones, tablets, and laptops, their screens illuminating their faces. The air was filled with the sounds of games, laughter, and idle chatter.

I couldn't help but notice Ryujin, her presence radiating through the room. She was surrounded by her friends, a group of privileged students who seemed to orbit around her. There was something about her that drew me in, a magnetic force that pulled me towards her.

As I watched her, she glanced in my direction. A flicker of recognition crossed her face, and then she smiled. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly turned away, pretending to be engrossed in my book.

But Ryujin wasn't deterred. She stood up and walked towards me, her steps confident and purposeful. I felt a surge of excitement and dread.

"Hi there," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I've never seen your face before. What's your name, little one?"

I was taken aback by her familiarity. She was one of the most popular girls in school, and yet she was talking to me as if we were old friends.

"My name is Y/n," I replied, my voice barely audible.

Ryujin smiled. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. You're new here, aren't you?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.

"Well, welcome to Jooshin High," Ryujin said. "I hope you'll enjoy your time here."

I thanked her, my heart racing. I couldn't believe that Ryujin was actually talking to me.

"Would you like to join us?" she asked, gesturing towards her friends.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But something inside me told me to say yes.

"Sure," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

Ryujin took my hand and led me to her group of friends. They were all dressed in designer clothes, their laughter and chatter a constant buzz of energy. I felt out of place, but Ryujin seemed to sense my discomfort.

"Don't worry, you'll fit right in," she said, squeezing my hand.

As we sat down, Ryujin's friends introduced themselves. There was Minjeong, the ice queen of the group; Jimin, the bubbly social butterfly; Chaewon, the quiet observer; and Yeji, the rebellious free spirit.

They all seemed to be very friendly, and they made an effort to include me in their conversations. I was surprised by their warmth and openness.

After a while, Ryujin pulled out a vape. The other girls followed suit, inhaling deeply. I watched them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Have you ever tried this?" Minjeong asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I shook my head. "No, I can't smoke."

The girls laughed. "Oh, come on," Jimin said. "It's not that bad."

I resisted the urge to try it. I didn't want to disappoint Ryujin or her friends, but I also didn't want to do anything that could harm me.

As we sat there, chatting and laughing, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. For the first time since I arrived at Jooshin High, I felt like I was part of something.

Just as we were starting to get comfortable, the bell rang. Ryujin took my hand and led me back to our classroom.

"We should hang out sometime," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As we entered the classroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Perhaps Jooshin High wasn't as bad as I had thought. Maybe there was a chance for me to find my place here after all.

Meanwhile In So-hyun's POV

The hum of the air conditioner filled the classroom, a constant drone that barely registered in my mind. My gaze drifted out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. As the queen bee of Jooshin High, I was accustomed to feeling on top of the world, but today was different.

A sudden vibration in my pocket snapped me out of my reverie. I pulled out my phone, my heart pounding. An anonymous number had sent me a photo. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the younger version of myself, vaping and laughing with a boy who looked completely out of place. He was dressed in plain clothes, his books piled high, a stark contrast to the designer labels I was accustomed to.

Panic surged through me. I typed furiously, demanding to know who the sender was and what they wanted. But the anonymous person remained silent, sending only a chilling message: "Soon... You'll understand."

Fear gripped me as I realized the implications of the photo. It was a secret I had buried deep, a part of my past I had hoped to forget. The thought of it being exposed to my classmates and friends filled me with dread.

I couldn't believe it. I, So-hyun, the queen bee of Jooshin High, was being threatened. I was the one who controlled the social hierarchy, the one who everyone looked up to. How could anyone dare to challenge me?

Overwhelmed by a mix of fear and anger, I burst into tears. I ran out of the classroom, leaving my friends Yujin and Gaeul confused and concerned. As Gaeul followed me into the bathroom, I collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"So-hyun, what's wrong?" Gaeul asked, her voice filled with worry.

I couldn't find the words to explain. The secret I had been hiding for so long was now threatening to destroy everything I had built. I was terrified of what would happen if anyone found out about my past.

"I don't know," I managed to choke out. "I just... I'm scared."

Gaeul wrapped her arms around me, offering comfort. "We'll figure this out together," she said. "Just tell me what's going on."

I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to share my secret. But I knew that I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. So I told her everything, from the vaping to the boy I had met.

Gaeul listened intently, her expression filled with shock and concern. "I can't believe you never told me," she said. "You're not alone, So-hyun. We're all here for you."

Her words offered me some comfort, but the fear still lingered. I knew that the person who had sent me the photo was watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.

In the days that followed, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting to be caught. The stress was taking a toll on me, and I began to feel physically ill.

One night, as I was trying to sleep, my phone buzzed again. I opened it with trepidation, expecting another message from the anonymous sender. But to my surprise, it was a text from an unknown number.

"Meet me at the old amusement park tomorrow night at midnight," the message read. "If you don't come, I'll release your secret to everyone."

Panic surged through me. I knew that I couldn't ignore the threat. I had to go.

The next night, I found myself standing at the entrance of the abandoned amusement park. The place was eerily quiet, the only sound the wind rustling through the trees. I hesitated for a moment, but then I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

As I wandered through the park, I felt a sense of dread creeping over me. The place was dark and foreboding, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around, my heart pounding. There, standing in the shadows, was a figure cloaked in darkness.

"So-hyun," the figure said, their voice cold and menacing. "It's time for you to pay the price."

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure stepped closer, their eyes glinting in the darkness.

"You think you're so perfect, don't you?" they said. "But you're just like everyone else. A hypocrite who pretends to be something she's not."

Before I could react, the figure grabbed me and pulled me into the shadows. I struggled to break free, but their grip was too strong.

As the figure dragged me deeper into the park, I realized that my secret was about to be exposed. My carefully constructed image was about to be shattered, and I would be left alone and humiliated.

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the worst. But then, something unexpected happened. A bright light flashed in the distance, followed by the sound of sirens.

The figure froze, their grip on me loosening. I took advantage of the distraction and broke free. I ran towards the light, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I reached the edge of the park, I saw a police car pulling up. I stumbled towards the officers, my legs shaking.

"Help me," I cried, tears streaming down my face.

The officers rushed over to me, their faces filled with concern. They listened to my story, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"We'll find out who did this," one of the officers said. "Don't worry, we'll protect you."

As the officers escorted me to their car, I looked back at the abandoned amusement park. I knew that my ordeal was far from over, but for the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope.

To Be Continued

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Harder - Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested by: @telfords-genderfluid-prospect

A/N: Here you go, angel! I'm so sorry for the tardiness of this one. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope cosmetology school is looking up for you. Thank you for requesting <3

Warnings: fluff, crude humour (I think that's it)

Word Count: 1361 words

"Ok, so if everyone could please, take their clients over to an available station, and begin to set up your kits, I will come around and inspect everyone is ready to begin and then we will start," your cosmetology teacher instructed. Everyone around you rose from their seats and began to move to the outlying vanity stations bordering the classroom. You sat awkwardly in your chair, drumming your fingertips against the surface of the desk, waiting to catch your teachers attention. Once everyone had moved, your teacher spotted you. "Is everything ok?" they asked. You nodded, your lips pulling into a tight smile. "I actually didn't bring a client with me today," you explained. Your teacher cocked their head. "Did you miss the notice we sent in your orientation package? You need to provide your own clients for all practical lessons," they said, obviously trying to hide their frustration.

"No, no, I did receive it. I just didn't have anyone available this time around. It won’t be an issue going forward but, today is an exception unfortunately. I was hoping maybe I could share with someone, or just watch for today?" you asked. Your teacher frowned as they pondered your words. "I definitely want everyone up and participating for this lesson. It’s important to get hands on with the learning quickly," they said. You felt your heart sink in your chest. You had asked everyone and anyone who would suit the brief - hair long enough to shampoo at the basin and then blow dry - but no one had been available. You had even been as desperate to ask Gemma but she was looking after Abel and Thomas. Your throat felt tight and your skin burned as you felt tears sting your eyes.

You had been so excited to begin cosmetology school. It had finally felt like you had found your path in life after so much time of indecision and trying different things. And now it felt like you were starting off as a failure. You blinked back tears, not wanting to cry in front of someone who was still a stranger to you - who you thought would no doubt find your tears an annoyance. Your teacher watched as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, swallowing away the lump in your throat. "Let me go and get everyone else started, and then I'll come back to you and we will work something out," they said, their tone softer and their smile genuine. "There might be another teacher with a free couple of hours who can step in for you today." You smiled wobbly, and nodded your head. "Thank you so much."

Your teacher left to inspect the stations of the other students. You let out a shaky breath, staring down at your hands on the table. You began to talk yourself through it. Everything would be ok. It was one class, and it was a small thing. This wouldn't be the end of the road for you and the next class you would make sure you would ace without any setbacks. You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t notice anyone coming your way until a set of hands rested on your desk opposite you. You looked up, your eyes widening and your brain trying to rationalise why your Old Man was standing in front of you. "Hello, sweetheart," Chibs Telford said, smiling sweetly down at you. You huffed out a breath of disbelief. "What-- wait, what are you doing here?" you asked, placing both of your hands over the top of his and squeezing.

He flipped his hands under yours, clutching when your palms met. "I'm here for my blow out," he said, dramatically flipping his chin length hair, making you laugh. He smiled, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead. "You are?" you asked. "Here to be my client?" He nodded, running his thumbs over the back of your hands comfortingly, occasionally skimming up to pass over the ring that sat on your left hand. "Of course," he shrugged. "Ye' said ye' needed someone, and I could tell how upset it made ye' that no one could help out. So here I am." You grinned up at him, wishing you could run around the table and plant one on him, but didn't think that would be overly appropriate in the classroom. "Hello," your teacher said as they approached, smiling as their eyes darted between you and Chibs.

"Good morning," Chibs greeted. "I'm here to get my hair washed and blow dried by this very talented student, right here," he motioned to you and you flushed, half embarrassed half preening under his words. "This is my fiancée", you explained. "He's come in to be my client. Is that ok?" Your teacher did a quick once over of Chibs' hair, lips pursed, before nodding in approval. "Looks like you can get a round brush in there to me. Go and set up, and call me over when you're ready." Ten minutes later, you had Chibs laid back at the basin, listening to your teacher as they explained how to handle the hose and drench the hair without giving your client a surprise shower, and how to shampoo and rinse before they left to go and check in with another student. Turning on the taps you tested the water and adjusted once it was a nice temperature. Slowly, you pulled the hose over and began to wet Chibs' hair. "Is that an ok temperature?" you asked, remembering your teacher telling you to keep checking in with your client.

"Perfect, my love," he hummed, closing his eyes and sinking further into the chair. You laughed, shaking your head. "I think we're meant to pretend that you're someone who isn't my Old Man," you teased. "There's no chance on this Earth that I would ever pretend to be someone not in love with you," he objected. You rolled your eyes, your stomach flip flopping at his words. You turned the tap off once his hair was saturated and pumped some shampoo into your hand. You rubbed it between your palms and began to lather his hair up. Digging your fingertips into his scalp you asked, "is this pressure ok?" He hummed deep within his chest. "Harder, darlin'. Don't hold back. I never do when you ask for it harder," he baited. You scoffed, looking around to make sure no one was in earshot. "Can you not right now, I'm trying to learn here," you chastised, almost considering turning on the hose and spraying down his face purposefully. He laughed and held his hands up to feign innocence. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be serious from now on." You rinsed the shampoo before repeating the process, following your teachers instructions to double shampoo. After being guided on how to apply conditioner and do a final rinse and towel off, you began to massage the conditioner into Chibs' hair.

He groaned softly, the tension in his face fading as you continued to apply the product. You smiled down at him, your heart filling as you watched him relax. You had never really done anything like this with him. You showered together often, and while he had washed your hair for you on occasion you had never returned the intimacy. You concentrated on the feeling of his hair gliding through your fingers, the connection of skin to skin while you massaged his scalp. You would of kept going had you not looked at the clock and realise you had been at it for nearly 15 minutes. You rinsed out the last of the product, before towelling off the excess wetness and helping him lean out of the chair. Sitting him down at your station you gave him another towel off before running a brush through his hair in preparation for blow drying. "I really appreciate this you know," you murmured, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He smiled softly, reaching up to hold one of your hands in his. "I know, my love," he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. "I got ye'. Ye' know that."

[deblklesb]

[Head Over Heels — Abby x Reader Oneshot]

[rugby player!abby, artist!reader, fluff, pining]

cw: reader is a total mess, abby is brother's friend. there's not explicit content but still MDNI.

a/n: I've put my whole simpussy in this, like... reader is a loser lesbian and this fact is totally self-inserted, sorry not sorry. again, so so sorry for the wait! this is just some fluff with reader being a simp, a mess, all over the place for abby anderson teheehee 👉🏾👈🏾, i hope you like it anon!!!

word count: 3,4k | not proof read

!reblogs are highly appreciated!

The cool winter wind was reaching your face as you pedaled to your class, high speed across campus because you were late. The alarm didn't clock, you took too much time eating breakfast, and now you wish to all the heavens the teacher has not arrived yet.

Your brother was very much confused when you started to run around the house this morning.

"I didn't know you had class, you usually wake up first so I assumed…"

"The alarm didn't clock", you yelled from the bathroom, brushing your teeth as fast as you could, but decently.

Now, the open buttons of your shirt allowed the wind to come in so you wouldn't be as sweaty. Fixing your hair after parking and locking your bicycle, you greeted someone working and headed to the room, so frustrated to get late to your favorite class.

"You're lucky our model for today is more late than you", the teacher said as soon as you got inside.

"Sorry, Ms. Addams", your smile was weak. You wanted to disappear, that was your favorite teacher.

The only tripod available was in the front, no one liked it because the lightning from there was so confusing it messed up every sketch. Lucky for you, during winter the sun isn't that bright, so you fixed your stuff and just got a moment to breathe. Being a teacher's pet didn't mean sitting in the front, that was new for you.

"Hey, what happened?" Gloria, your friend, reached out. "You're never late"

"My alarm", you shudder, sighing. "Well, I'm here now. We just have to wait for the model"

"I heard is some girl from the rugby team"

Well, that's news. Your teacher is doing some work indeed, trying to expose her students to different body shapes and all.

"Nice. Perhaps she's nice and will carry me around, my legs are burning from pedaling so hard", it was a joke, a silly one, but as soon as a woman who wasn't enrolled in that class got in, you knew she could definitely carry you around. You also knew that because you knew her.

She was probably the biggest woman you've seen in person, and absolutely the most beautiful.

Freckled, creamy skin on her arms and face, honey-blonde hair in a braid that fell on her shoulder, a firm and strong body worthy of an athlete. Her clothes were simple, just cargo pants with a plain shirt and boots, but boy, oh boy, she was looking gorgeous. As always.

"Sorry for the time, boss, I had to get out later from early practice", for some unknown reason, her voice, too, sounded too good to be true and made you melt inside with just a simple phrase that wasn't even directed to you. "Hope it doesn't mess around with the class"

"It's okay, Abigail. And you don't have to call me boss, we've talked about it", your teacher smiled fondly, hugging the tall woman and making obvious the size difference. You were probably the same height as the dark-skinned woman, so that means you were as high as Abby's chin. Being next to her on other situations made you very self-aware of that fact.

This useless information would always make you squirm. This time it was on the chair in the middle of the class, hoping for all the God's nobody noticed.

"Kids, this is Abby. She will be our model for today and two other classes, so make use of the anatomy to study properly", she was very comfortable next to the rugby player, which made you deduce they knew each other well. "Well, now go prep yourself, darling, we have to start"

"Do I… Take everything, or something?" Just the mention of her being nude made your mind buzz around and it wasn't a good sign, considering you had to focus to draw.

"Keep your underwear, please", the older woman smiled sympathetically, turning around and heading to the back of the room, her usual initial spot in every live reference class.

Abby took off her boots and left next to an empty chair, starting to undress then.

Nobody was looking at you, but you tried to keep it cool and professional. Ignoring the heat on your face and the sweat arising on your palms, you looked at Gloria to hide your embarrassment and noticed she was looking back at you trying not to laugh.

"You're very gay", she whispered, making you roll your eyes and then look at your empty sketchbook. She wasn't wrong, though, you were very much a lesbian and it was obvious.

Those type of reactions were normal whenever Abby was around, but you could definitely go through that class without it.

You put effort into abstracting the sensations and feelings that make room into you as soon as Abby stands in the small, lifted platform in the center of the room, the ambient light hitting her just right. She positioned herself in a simple form, waving briefly at you from there when she spotted you in the front. You did the same back, a small smile to be nice - but not too big to give it away that being around her made you almost piss your pants - and then you all started to work

It was a figure drawing training, something you usually hated because you had to think too much about form, proportion, perspective and lightning. You loved to do loose sketches and grew very fond of gesture drawing, too much for your liking, so that now that you had to stick to the forms and not the rhythm and movement, your mind froze a little. Despite that, you loved doing art and loved that class even though it had nothing directly linked to your major.

Abby had strong features, in the sense of focus. The muscles of the arms and legs, the shape of her face, the abdomen and her whole posture caught your attention too much. It wasn't just the imagery, but a whole set of little elements that formed a distinctive energy. Even the braided hair was part of that, and at each second, each line traced and marked shadow, you tried to remind yourself that it was a class.

After 10 minutes or so, she took a break - admittedly, you had no idea how those models stood still for so long. While she stretched and relaxed her muscles, people started to talk with each other around the room, the small buzz of conversations surrounding, as you turned to Gloria.

"I'm dying here", you whispered, stretching your hands and fingers a bit. "She's so pretty"

"I have to admit… She is very handsome. I don't usually hang out in your brother's dorm so I don't see her often…"

"They're together all the time, I am very lucky to have my face shoved into a book all the time because then I don't have to have buckled knees around her" Gloria laughed at your despair, the whispers almost a cry for help.

"Let's gather our focus, people", Ms. Addams called, and just like that the break ended.

Although the object of analysis was Abby's body and structure, you just had to make a small drawing of her face. Shading and putting too much effort, you ended up doing another one. And by the time the class ended, you had a main figure drawing of her body in the first pose, two others of her face and another simple sketch. A very productive class, and you felt yourself bursting with inspiration still.

"I have a class in five minutes, so I'll have to go now, boss!", the blonde reached to her clothes as people started to pack their stuff. You tried not to look at her figure too much, but took your time putting the material in place just because, y'know… Care. It had nothing to do with the possibility to look at her from afar a little bit more.

"That's okay, Abigail. Thank you for your help, same time next week. Send a hug to your father!", Ms. Addams waved goodbye.

"Hey" you looked up from your backpack when Gloria tapped your shoulder. She pointed to the door, where Abby was standing, ready to go. The blonde was looking at you, a smile on her face. "Tell your brother he owes me twenty bucks. See ya!"

"Okay, bye", you nodded and chuckled lightly at the comment, imagining the type of bet they both must've done this time.

As soon as the other students started to get out, your friend gave you small punches in the arm, giggling.

"Stop!", you felt your face warm, it was so fucking ridiculous to be like this around her every time. And the worst part is that she didn't even notice you that much, so you were a head over heels with zero hope.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"What do you mean you were naked around my sister?!" You rolled your eyes with the discussion, ready for the mess your brother was about to make.

"Nobody was naked, I had underwear!" Abby's voice was playful, but you knew your brother was two steps from going serious about it.

"Stop being a drama king, asshole", you grunted while going to the kitchen, not even looking at them to escape the risk of drooling over the tall woman sitting on the couch.

"Hey, I'm the big brother here, I was supposed to be looking over you!" His voice started to get a pitch higher, you could imagine the indignant face already.

"You don't even give me rides home, too busy with your flings", you shout from the kitchen now, filling up your bottle.

You were trying so hard to focus on studying a subject you were not interested in, ready to throw it in the air to watch some Ghibli movies instead. Filling the water bottle was almost an excuse to get out of that madness, but having to hold your reactions because of Abby's presence was not ideal.

"That's right, get him again! Get him for me!" And now her voice is closer, almost like she's in the kitchen with you. It makes you flinch slightly, almost dropping the bottle before you turn around to see her strong figure on the entrance.

"Look, you touch her and I will fucking throw that rugby ball right into your face!"

"Jesus Christ, Matt, shut up! Nobody is keeping you from your shit, leave me alone?! It's just Abby!"

Your mom would be annoyed to be around you both, good thing you lived together alone.

"Yeah, Matt, it's just Abby!" She repeats.

You finally look at her properly. She has a simple shirt on and sweatpants, it's casual but it looks too good on her - as usual. Her hair is down - you loved her hair down - and a scrunchie lies on her wrist. Her freckles are so visible from where you stand, it's almost like cute details painted directly on her face to compose the most beautiful work of art.

"I would like to see it, by the way", you snap out of your trance with her words directed to you.

Her hips touch the kitchen counter when she's one step closer, a sympathetic smile making your hands tingle and her tone weaker now that she's just talking to you.

"What?"

"Your drawings. From the class"

"Oh-", you look away, trying to come up with an excuse. "But… We still have other classes to go. It's better to see it at the end and all… And they're not even that good", you're holding that water bottle for your dear life, afraid that it slips from your hands due to the sweat.

"You don't wanna show me, that's fine", she chuckle, hands up in acceptance.

"It's not that, it's just-"

"No, I'm not being funny, it's serious. If you don't wanna show me, it's okay. Was just curious y'know, after all I'm just standing there. Don't know how you do whatever you're doing"

That's the most you've ever talked to Abby, and she's so nice. Genuinely trying to make you comfortable. And it makes you fucking sick, you just wanna spit out that you would like to have her posing for you every day for ever, to have her like your muse, to kiss her face after drawing it millions of times- You're such a loser.

"Oh, I get it…" you nod, trying to come up with a good response. "Well, I guess after the classes, I mean when you stop posing for us, I could show you whatever I did. Just wanna be more confident, it takes a little bit more of time to be familiar to the subject"

"If that's your saying, boss lady, I absolutely believe it", she's smiling wider now and you just wanna scream into a pillow about how incredibly cute her cheeks are.

"Okay, ahm… I have to go back to the room… To study other stuff that is not art, unfortunately", you point to the corridor, mind going blank with the mere proximity between you both. "So, uh… See you later?"

"Hope so. Good study session", Abby gives you space to get out of the kitchen.

The rest of the afternoon you keep repeating that interaction in your mind. Analyzing you every word and wondering if she thought you were, like, embarrassing.

Still, the image of her cute cheeks when she smiled at you and the way she seemed really interested in your drawings took over your attention, it was all you could think about the rest of the day because you're such a simp and she's so beautiful. Fuck this.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It's now game season, which means that the college campus is a mess. Everybody seems so agitated, a buzz surrounds each corner while posters adorn the walls and murals, calling for the next big rugby game.

The hype around the event kinda mobilizes you too, even though you're not even that into sports. You're actually so out of this type of entertainment, but eventually if you sit to watch with your brother you get so excited and exalted that it almost looks like you've been following the teams forever. Matt actually thinks it is so funny that you keep asking him the rules and then start to scream at the TV once you'd pick it up enough to finally enjoy the match.

"If they don't kick their asses I'll actually lose fifty bucks" Gloria reveals as you both enter the building for the art class.

"Fifty?!" Your eyes almost jump from your skull. "Do you have that much faith in our team?"

"Well, don't you?"

"I don't know", she laughs. "Really, I don't follow them… But if you bet fifty bucks, they must be at least decent"

"Your girlfriend is a good player, if that's what you wanna ask", the taller woman smiles at you with that suggestive manner.

"I didn't ask!"

"But you were thinking about it"

"Shut up." You definitely were. "And she's not my girlfriend" Unfortunately.

As you both enter the room, early enough this time, you recall the fact that it's your last class with Abby as a model. Something inside of you mourns the future absence of such a big source of inspiration for you. Your sketchbook (the personal one) has pages filled with drawings of her - you didn't tell anyone, but you went through her instagram page and used some gym photos as references.

One night you brother stormed in your room and you had to close the book as fast as possible, trying to mask your embarrassment. If he knew that you were so into Abby, he would be a hundred percent more unbearable.

"Hey, teacher", the tall woman soon walked in the class, backpack and a massive bottle of water on one hand. "Last day, uh?"

"Yes, dear", people started to settle for the beginning of the session, fixing materials and angles. "I would like to thank you for your time and disposition, I imagine it isn't easy to stand in front of a class of stranges that are meticulously looking at you", everybody chuckled. Abby took her shirt in the corner, putting the clothes on a chair. Against your will, you absolutely checked on her. But life wouldn't let you have it, and so, like being conscious of your actions, the blonde glanced back at you, which caused you to face away immediately. Jesus fucking Christ, could you be more obvious? "So thank you, again, and I hope you somehow enjoyed the experience"

"I certainly did, boss" She smirked friendly, going to the small platform in front part of the room and standing with arms on her back, legs slightly spareted. Why on earth was she so good looking? "I don't really mind the looks, after all there are dozens of people staring at the games and judging us all the time, so… Well, thank you too for inviting me, it was truly nice! Needing againg, I'm here for it!"

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to the side, Gloria was smirking like she knew something you didn't.

"You'll get your pages wet with all the drooling", she muttered.

"Wanna see who gets the pages wet?" You playfully put a hand on your own watter bottle, having her giggling.

"Well, let's begin, shall we?"

Einstein for sure had a point with relativity, because that class flew away like a lightning for you. The biggest pity of all, since Abby wouldn't be there after that day.

Once again you end up doing a main drawing of her body, using the remaining time to put some doodles of her face around it. It was like this for every class, different than the ones she wasn't the model. However, by that time you were already used to sketching her - hence the alone sessions in your room - so you could do much easier work now. You hoped no one noticed this fact, because a question about how you got so instinctive when drawing Abby would be blatantly dodged.

You already could tell in detail the difference between her arm muscles and the last model, for example, but not only the imagery of it: you thought about the biological singularity of her muscle development.

As soon as the class ended, you closed the sketchbook and tried not to think too deeply about the whole situation. It would be fine. Abby would stop being the model and so you would see her less, consequently thinking about her less and moving on so easily. Like, so easily.

"Hey", you froze with her voice, more specifically when noticing that it was almost next to you. Her face was the first thing you saw when looking up from your backpack. "Are you coming to the game tonight?"

"Should I?"

"Well… I could use some cheers", she was still shirtless. Heck, she was still in her intimate clothes.

You were not thinking about how she used a simple bra and nice black boxers.

"I thought you had plenty. With all the staring", why were you being so sarcastic?

"Your staring is kinda different, if that's what you wanna hear", she smirked, crossing her arms. Good lord, save me from barking in front of her with all this attitude. "And I would like you there"

"So maybe I'll go", you shrugged, trying to be cool about it. Something inside of you said that maybe you were being too cool about it, maybe she would think you don't really care; that's not what you want her to think. Shit, were you doing this wrong?

"Don't tell your brother I asked you this while almost nude, I don't think he would let me get close to you ever again", her chuckles were so cute, she was so cute. You were so done.

"Oh, do you want to get close to me again?" Abby stepped back while still smirking, everybody seemed to be out already - though you couldn't tell exactly, she was still your main focus.

"Maybe" Now she shrugged, finally getting close to her clothes again. "Preferably when he's not around"

What was that? Oh, probably your heart skipping several beats.

"Talking like that, I might as well think you're hitting on me, Abby" The most surprising thing was how you weren't laying down on a puddle at this point. Instead, you were chuckling back, hands sweaty and stomach twisting in a rush.

"Am I?" She grabbed her pants. "You'll probably have to come to the game and see!"

After another smirk from her, you just shook your head and walked away from the room with a simple "See you later then".

The interaction started to play again in your mind, Gloria was standing outside with wide eyes and a smile fighting to appear. That adrenaline rush made your mind a whirlwind.

"What the fuck was that?!" Your friend whispered, holding your arm and following your steps.

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[reallyromealone]

BABYHAUL 3

Fluff, male reader, baby reader, reader is adopted by Yamada and Aizawa, domestic, cute

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐Yamada was exhausted as he held little (name) in his arms, making coffee while Aizawa made breakfast for them all. It was back to school already and nobody was nearly awake for this, little (name) staring dazed and confused before being seated in his high chair.

"We have... Apple and carrot" Shouts mumbled as everyone began eating, (name) smacking his hands on the plastic table for food "yeah yeah, open wide" the exhausted hero said and (name) opened up when the little spoon got close to his mouth and looked very happy when tasting his food before looking at Shotas food curiously when he ate some of his own breakfast "ABABABA!" He tried reaching for some of it but sadly his chubby baby arm couldn't reach "here, a little bit" Shouta handed (name) a small bit that was cooled off on chopsticks and (name) looked very excited as he shoved it in his mouth.

Getting dressed and preparing (name)s baby bag the family headed off to school, Yamada grinning at the fact he managed to get the itty bitty babe in a onesie that looked like the uniform, Shouta having to explain that an actual mini uniform probably won't go well with the choking hazards via buttons and tie that the babe would most definitely try to eat.

Aizawa took (name) first as he collected his belongings, his new son looking at the students happily as they passed. Aizawa had Shinso hold his stuff as (name) kept insisting on trying to play with it.

Shinso found his new brother fascinating, the babe most definitely had a quirk that could fundamentally do anything! He could be anything!

And currently the little one was "helping" their dad prepare for class.

The students started filing in, at first not noticing the tiny addition strapped to their teachers chest, Aizawa currently writing things on the smart board "President, you can give attendance" Aizawa said passively as he turned to grab the work to be passed out off the podium and the class froze at the infant who was staring back curiously before looking around.

"Sir?" It was kaminari who spoke up with a raised hand and Aizawa grunted as a response to the blond "what's with the baby?"

Aizawa knew they wouldn't focus until he addressed the tiny elephant in the room so with a sign he scanned the class "this is my son, the U.A daycare is under maintenance so he's here" Aizawa said simply and Izuku seemed fixated on the small babe.

He looked... Familiar.

"How old is he?" Mina asked curiously and the teacher sighed "he's under a year old"

(Name) stretched his little arms and the class cooed "now" Aizawa got to business and popped a pacifier in little (name)s mouth before getting on with class.

(Name) mimicked Aizawas hand movements much to the classes amusement as Aizawa let him hold onto his finger.

"Is that him?" Nemuri asked with a soft excitement as she stepped towards the duo, Aizawa going to the staff room to get the heroics notes. "This is (name)" Aizawa said simply and Nem squealed softly but stopped when (name) looked a little startled at the sound "he's so little... Look at his little socks" she said and Aizawa took him out of his carrier a d let the other hold him, (name) immediately trying to grab her glasses to no avail "he does that with Hisashi" Aizawa said as his son began fussing.

"I think someone needs a nap" Nem said softly and Aizawa took him back and put him in the Carrier though this time facing Aizawa and began soothing the boy.

Hizashi smiled as he held his new youngest son, little (name) waking from his nap mid class and looked at the Gen-Ed students half awake, looking like he just woke from a damn good nap and clothes slightly disheveled.

"Good morning sunshine" (name) let his dad clean the drool from his cheek before popping a pacifier in his mouth "oh-- we finished early... Well I suppose you all can talk amongst yourselves" Hizashi said but his students just looked fixated on the baby who gave them some half awake side eye "sir? Is that your son?" One student asked and Hizashi grinned "yes he his! This is my youngest son (name)!" He waved (name)s sleepy arm and the boy just let him do what he wanted "how old is he?" Another asked and the blond adjusted (name) before speaking "a few months, he's a wiggly little guy" (name) gave a prime example as he whined to be put down and his dad complied, gently setting the boy down and (name) began army crawling around his little blanket set out "he's not good at the whole moving thing yet"

(Name) wiggled on the floor till his arm got caught under him and the class stiffened as his little lip wobbled and then a cry broke out as Hizashi lifted the itty bitty into his arms and tried to soothe the babe who was absolutely loosing it to no avail till his son came up "can I try?" hizashi let Hitoshi hold the itty bitty as the bell rang, the blond letting the students leave.

When it was just the trio, Hitoshi held (name) close and pat his little back gently and... Started reciting words meanings from the dictionary?

It seemed to work as (name) calmed down "how" Hizashi asked his son who shrugged "works on Eri"

The two laughed as (name) looked around confused "it's lunch time baby, they went bye bye"

"Why does he have tear marks?" Shouta asked as he took the babe "lil guy crawled on his own arm and lost his mind" Hizashi said teasingly and Shouta nodded "bound to cry eventually"

"The machine beeped!" Midnight said as her and powerloader made tea and Shouta wandered to the bottle warmer and (name) began bouncing at the machine he quickly learned holds his food "yeah yeah, keep your diaper on"

(Name) made content sounds as he ate, the teachers talking about classes and students and upcoming events "I still can't believe you two are going to be the hosts for the sports festival" Snipe snorted and Aizawa shrugged "it's only logical"

When (name) finished his bottle, Aizawa burped him and let him look around in his arms, everyone waving at him and to the adults surprise he clumsily waved back "I am pretty sure that was his first wave" Hizashi said excitedly and the teachers cooed and thankfully Vlad had video of it all and sent it to the blond.

"So is he eating solids?" Powerloader asked and Shouta nodded "he's a monster with custard" at the mention (name) looked at him curiously and the man chuckled "papa!" Little Eris voice rang as she ran in excitedly "Hi baby! Nedzu let you out early?" With the help of nedzu and a Quirk specialist Eri had been learning to control her quirk in a safe environment "yeah! He said since I got a new baby brother that I could have extra lunch with him!"

Eri smiled as Shouta crouched so she could see the little babe whom she vowed to protect in her little heart and though he shared features with her abuser she was very aware that they were not one in the same and during her captivity she often grew curious about the little baby.

A few weeks passed, the dorms fully finished and the family moved though Shinsou was in the student dorms though his training he would hopefully be joining the Hero course.

It was the weekend and the Yamazawa family were hanging out at the in school park for teachers who were parents, little (name) having the time of his life on the baby swing as he was gently pushed by Hizashi as Shouta pushed Eri on a big kid swing "higher!" She squealed as Shouta pushed her only a smudge higher "could the Yamada/Aizawa please report the Principal Nedzus office"

Hitoshi met with his family in casual clothes, it being the weekend and not needing a uniform at this moment as they knocked on it "enter please!" Nedzu said as they walked in, eyebrows raising at the man sitting in formal attire "what's going on?"

"Well due to the... Departure of Overhaul, he's been declared deceased due to the video spread of you know what" Nedzu spoke carefully as there were two tiny sets of ears through one was far more interested in his dad's capture weapon.

"So what?"

"So now we must read the things that's been left behind for our dear (name)!"

A will reading?

"Yes! It seems our dear (name) has been left quite a fair amount!"

The family sat as the lawyer began reading, the babe left estates and and priceless things in vaults quite literally anything and everything"and finally (name) Chisaki is left a total sum of 65,154,375,000 Yen (450m), here are the codes for the safes along with deeds to the estate's"

The Yamazawa family was... Shocked to say the least.

"Holy shi--""language" Shouta said though he wasn't much better, the tiny baby in his arms in little shorts and a blue striped shirts and matching shoes was absolutely loaded, the lawyer leaving them.

"My my, isn't this interesting" Nedzu said with a content smile and watched the family look shocked save for the littles who didn't have a clue on what was happening though (name) was very curious about the cookies and treats on Nedzus desk "I-I don't know... What?" Yamada was speechless as he processed the fact his baby was a multi millionaire "could we possibly have the homes and material items left behind be appraised and checked? To make sure they aren't stolen" Hitoshi brought up and the other adults genuinely considered it "since you two are his legal adults, we could do that" Nedzu said handing the teen a cookie for his excellent point "that would be good seeing as he was a criminal" Shouta agreed with his sons point.

"I will make arrangements"

So much stolen items.

So so much stolen items.

All the estate's, vaults and everything checked and the amount of stolen items was astounding and they barely dented it.

Generations of stolen goods from the crime family.

And all while this happened, (name) was excited that he got new blocks as Yamada worked with a lawyer to draft trust funds and such so the money would be accessible to (name) when he was 18.

[mimipolo]

Gagamaru x reader

Why? Because I love him

It's your first day in your new school. It's miles away from home and honestly you're already missing all the familiar faces and food joints from the city. Even if it was at the cast of dark polluted air.

Being honest the environment here was healthier as your mum said. "A change of scenery will do you good" and all that. You only sucked it up with a sigh before packing your bags to move onto your new life. But hey, you get your own small apartment and the landlord is a kind enough lady to check up on you every now and then.

Now standing in front of the class the sound of the teachers voice introducing you feels far away. Am I really this afraid? Your attention is grabbed once again when the teachers calls your name and gestures towards you expectantly. You give the most confident introduction you could muster but you're sure the tense look on your face gives you away. But oh well, you tried.

All the faces in the classroom are appearingly neutral to your addition to their class. A few murmured "hi" or "hello" and most returned your awkward smile. Your mind's nerves were finally starting to relax before your eyes lock with bigger ones, pupils blown wide, yet his face was clearly calm. Immediately you tear your gaze away. Feeling flustered for looking at him even though he was the one that was blankly staring at you in the first place.

You let out a small sigh of relief when the teacher finally invited you to sit down. Scanning the room for a spare seat you realise the only one available is in front of the guy with the wide pupils. This should be interesting. Your own eyes widen slightly in curiousity when you catch a brief sight of his hair, a silverish white with black roots and it looked soft and taken care of. It seems he noticed your brief infatuation with his hair and offers a small nod your way. Your heart jumps at his acknowledgement, you honestly thought you were slick with it. You only manage a small smile in return before slipping into the seat in front of him, then class begins as it normally would.

As it's your first day you give yourself to mull things over. New town, new school, my own apartment. It wasn't a bad turn out and you're sure you'd find a way to enjoy this new change, despite your nerves. Your mind drifts over to the guy behind you, he seems naturally quiet but his face seems kind. He was cute, in his own way. The more you thought about your small first acknowledgement of each other the more you convince yourself his eyes did soften ever so slightly when you looked at him. You knew you were kidding yourself, just looking for something to make life interesting again, and with that you tune back into class.

Luckily enough you has joined the school just in time to sign up for the school trip. This was the chance to make friends, a chance you'd been looking for as for the past three weeks you've only made mutual connections with your classmates. With a new found determination you write your name up on the bulletin board in your form room. You read over the letter briefly, a camping trip. An involuntary shudder runs down your spine, you can't help recall how torturous, long and cold the last camping trip you went on was. Perhaps this time there won't be any hiking but this is a rural town so your hopes are low.

Sighing softly to yourself as you continue to read the rest of the paper, a low but soft voice catches your attention. It's an unfamiliar voice so immediately you turn around to see who it was.

It's Gagamaru? Something you've found out yourself in the little time you've been here and you'd suddenly realise this is the first time you've heard him speak. Not that it's just you but to anybody you'd hardly heard him say anything, except for small mutters and tired groans.

"Just gonna write my name down if that's okay"

Is all he says before he's already hovering over you to scribble his name down just under yours. You can't help but look up at him with wide eyes for a moment as you admired his prescence up close. He was tall, taller than most and you could tell he does his fair share of physical activity. His body radiates heat and the smell of fields and sunlight seems to cling to him. And honestly it fitted him completely, despite not knowing much about him.

Once he was done he looks down at you curiously, with the slightest tilt of his head towards you.

"You like camping?"

He asks, if you strained hard enough it sounded like there was a hint of hope or gladness in his voice, you weren't quite sure though so you brushed it off.

"Yeah kind of, as long as there's not hours of hiking."

You say with a sigh, and you're pleasantly surprised to receive a light chuckle in response.

"It won't be a bad time, trust me."

Lightly patting your shoulder with a small smile before heading out the classroom. Your eyes follow him all the way out, your heartbeat slightly faster than usual so you only realise it as excitement. Your first conversation with him and it's probably the longest one you've had with any of your classmates. You can't help but grin proudly to yourself as you pick up your school bag and start to make your way back home. But now you had to hassle yourself with packing camping stuff, but the idea didn't seem as gruelling as it did before.

The day after everyone was given their equipment, sleeping bags, maps, everything that a normal teen wouldn't have casually in their home. Looking around your form it looked like everyone had signed up for it, they were all taking in pairs though. Weird. You brush it off assuming they were just mingling among themselves. But you know one person who wouldn't be. You turn to look behind you to see Gagamaru, one of his arms thrown over the edge of the table as the other hugs his sleeping bag close to support his head, he looks so deep in sleep with his mouth slightly open, snoring quietly.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, gaze softening as a small laugh left your lips. You lean on your hand to gaze comfortably out the window, admiring the schools garden below, feeling an unfamiliar feeling of affection stirring in your chest.

It's the day of the trip. You came prepared with everything in your camping bag. Walking to school with your camping gear and not your uniform was weird, solidifying the fact you were actually going. You snap yourself out of it before you started having second thoughts.

The meeting place was just outside the school gates where the coach and a few students and your teacher are already there. It wasn't hard to pick him out of the crowd, his height along with his bright hair was honestly hard to miss. You walk up to him, tapping his arm gently to get his attention.

"Hey Gagamaru, how're you feeling about the trip."

You say as you scan the now familiar faces of your classmates and once again everyone is in pairs?

"Good, I'm glad you decided to come."

His words surprised you a bit, you didn't think it'd mean anything to him if you decided to come or not, you smile gratefully at his words, returning his nod.

"I am too, I thought it'd be a good idea to get used to this place."

His eyes seemed to light up at your words, his mouth about to open to say something before being cut off by our teacher. You give him an apologetic look but he only gives a knowing shrug, he's quite used to it apparently.

The teacher just goes over the basic stuff, checking the time, making sure you have all your equipment and before you know it you're already zoning out, he had already said it all before when he handed out the camping equipment last week so no need to pay full attention.

"Please get into your pairs and get ready to board the coach, quickly guys."

Pairs? He hadn't said anything about pairs before, your heart immediately sinks as the realisation kicks in. Now it made sense why everyone was in pairs. Why everyone talked in pairs last week too. You feel utterly defeated as your mind draws a blank but a tap to your shoulder pulls you back in. Your wide eyes meeting even wider eyes as he gazes down at you, pointing to himself as he speaks.

"Do you want to pair with me?"

It was like the heavens opened up and you were given a life saving opportunity and God knows you're not missing out on this chance. Your eyes lighting up as you eagerly nodded your head, you were almost tempted to jump for joy but you have some self respect.

"Really?? Thank you *so* much I really had no idea we had to go in pairs."

You continue to ramble on about how thankful you are and how annoying it was that you didn't read the sign up sheet carefully, all the while he just nodded and smiled. Eventually you're all ushered onto the coach and you're near enchanted by how he offers you the window seat without a word. Honestly your saviour for today. The cold weather felt like nothing sitting next to him, his body heat warming your shoulder and you only hope he doesn't notice as you lean into it, if he did he didn't seem to care as fifteen minutes in he takes off his jacket and murmurs "I'm gonna take a nap", leaving a free invitation to lean against the softness of his fleece.

You finally arrive at the site, you blink away the grogginess in your eyes, slightly wishing you had the sense to nap like Gagamaru did instead of staring at the scenery with your headphones in. Reluctantly you lean yourself off his shoulder, stretching your arms a bit. Your sudden lack of pressure against his side waking him up from his slumber. He rubs his eyes as he lets out a long yawn, leaning over to your side to look out the window. You feel your face slightly warmer as he does so and it feels hypocritical to feel this way to your space getting crowded after leaning on him the whole 3 hour drive.

"We're here now?"

He hums softly before leaning back, he glances your way and you notice your heart jumps at the eye contact that was normal before.

"Are you ready?"

He asks in that same calm tone, making you realise you hadn't said anything yet. Your ears burn at the realisation but you try your best to appear relaxed as you let out your own yawn and a nod.

"Yup, so ready, my legs feel so stiff."

He only breaths out a laugh, knowing that feeling all too much due to his height, as he watched you grab your things from above he wondered if you'd care for him if he told you he now had a stiff shoulder.

"Alright, students you have your maps and we gave you the emergency phone number to call when needed. Once you get to your checkpoint you're free to set camp wherever you like."

This time I listened carefully, not wanting another mess up on my list. Looking to my side I notice that Gagamaru's already got the map open and ready, looking over it with a face that told me he's probably seen it a million times before. The thought relaxes me knowing I had someone as reliable as him to follow, you were alright with a map but far from confident. And so, hauling your back pack on you unconsciously followed his figure into the forest from the simple request of "Come".

The weather was still cold, nipping at the tip of your nose and cheeks, but thankfully you had listened when you were recommended to wear extra layers, so the wind was a nice peace offering.

At some point you realised you hadn't spoken a word yet, neither had he. But it wasn't awkward, it was a comfortable, unconscious silence that you appreciated. A big difference from life in a bustling city. Are you seriously having a positive experience? The thought irks you as you speed up slightly to walk beside him, he's barely looking at the map now but from the way he confidently takes turns at certain points tells you he's been here before.

"You know these forests?"

"Yeah, I come here every weekend."

He said it so casually it almost made you think it was normal. Every weekend?? So he's the outdoorsy type, makes sense how his navigation is so clear. Your head snaps to his with amazement, eyeing him over just to check if he's messing with you.

"That's crazy, every weekend? Ya go own your own?"

"Mhm, these forests are good for regular camping, there's no bears around."

I hum appreciatively at this new information I've learned about him before shooting him a grin.

"Guess I've got nothing to worry about huh?"

His head lowers a bit, if it was up to you you'd say his demeanor from just body language is saying he's slightly flustered. You tilt your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face, your smile widening when you see his eyes locked with the map and a shy smile on his face. Nudging his shoulder playfully as you continue walking side by side, proud of yourself for pulling a new expression from him.

Luckily for you it wasn't a long like, 4 hours apparently as you check your watch. As soon as you arrive at the checkpoint you notice there's nobody else there yet. Sluggishly shrugging off your sack and sitting on it as you look around confused. This was the right place, you were sure of it, your teacher had made the effort of showing it to us so we knew for sure. A basic looking caravan site with a wooden sign saying "Welcome" and it's "landmark" a crappy bronze statue of a grasshopper.

You turn to look at Gagamaru who was refilling his water bottle from a fountain. Sensing your gaze on him he turns to look at you as he tightens his bottle lid, approaching where you're sprawled on your sack bag and squatting in front of you. A silent "What is it?" drawn upon his face as he looks you up and down, concerned maybe?

"Where's everyone else, shouldn't they be here already?"

He takes a sip of his water before speaking, a proud smile in his voice as he looks at you expectantly.

"We took a shortcut, I thought you wouldn't want to walk for too long."

If you hadn't noticed how attentive to you he was before you certainly were. A tired giggle falling from your lips as you fully relax, he seems pleased with the reaction as he takes another sip of his water.

"Thank god you picked me to pair with, you're amazing, really."

You don't notice his gaze on you as you lie on your back and stretch your arms out. Just missing the slight flush to his face at your words. He really wanted to say that it felt more like you picked him, but he kept the thought to himself seeing your tired expression. You two stayed like this for a while, catching your breaths and filling up on water before starting up again to search for the ideal camping spot.

Once again, it's you tailing behind him. But the further uphill you go the more you notice new flowers that hadn't appeared before in your whole trek. You were about to speak up and point out how pretty they are before he beats you to it.

"I think you'll like this spot."

"Yeah?"

He nods back surely in response, you feel honestly a bit more excited to get there now, especially as he spoke first to let you know. And you weren't disappointed, crossing a small bridge over an even smaller lake it seemed like the earth became greener, daisy's and buttercups clustered in groups and it didn't seem to end. Just an open field of flowers, giving the perfect view of the sky, and even better it wasn't far from the checkpoint.

You're left in awe as you walk around the area, standing still in the centre as you admire it's entirety. His eyes are trained on you, every quirk of your eyebrow, the slight crinkle of your eye and the way your lips quirk upwards when you finally look at him, he savours every detail just for him to remember.

"It's beautiful, so quiet too and there's enough space for two tents!"

He could only meekly nod as you rambled on about the space, the anxiety he was harbouring on the uphill walk subsiding the more he looked at you, and how happy you seemed to be here, with him.

After a while of lounging and strolling around the border of where you'd be camping you finally decided it's about time to actually set up your tent. Pillow, blanket, toiletries, pyjamas and... your tent? Where's your tent, not in your sack is where. Another wave of dread washes over you at the realisation, there wasn't even a point of double checking, there's no way you'd miss a bright green packaged tent. For a while you sit defeatedly, staring into the ground as you tried to figure out some sort of solution. The worst thing is you *knew* no extra tents would be provided as they made it clear they needed the space for extra things like water or food. Oh how you wish this beautiful field would swallow you up whole.

Noticing your sudden pause in movement, Gagamaru stops mid-way zipping up his tent, which of course he had set up in record time. He approaches you cautiously already sensing the mood.

"Everything okay?"

His voice sounds softer than usual and you feel guilty as you turn towards him for causing that amount of concern. It was nothing for him to worry about just your own forgetfulness to blame. You chuckle awkwardly as you look from him to your stuff.

"I forgot to bring my tent..."

"Oh"

"Yeahhh..."

For a moment you just sat together, trying to think of a solution, your head perks up when his does, desperate for any solution he could throw your way.

"You could just share my tent."

"Huh-"

Sharing a tent, with him? The thought hadn't crossed your mind yet but now that it had it did seem to be the most sensible idea. Despite that you can't help the way your mind rushes through other things making you cast your eyes away, like the close proximity, the tents were far from roomy. He seemed to take your silence as being uncomfortable as he immediately backtracks.

"You don't have t-"

"No I would like to, if that's okay with you?"

His eyes widen, if that's even possible. And he gives you a small smile of agreement before standing up again to return to fixing the final parts of his tent. You're grateful he gave you a moment to collect yourself, playing with your hair as the drumming of heart in your ears seemed to deafen everything else. Why were you so nervous, it's not a big deal and it's just for one night. Sucking up the most of your nerves you gather your stuff and approach his tent.

He's already inside setting up his things but he left the zip open for you. You murmur an "I'm coming in" before entering. Immediately you were hit with the odd intimacy of being in this tent with him, the tint of the inside is a lightish purple which you didn't expect and you can't help but gaze at how it highlights his features as he places down his sleeping mat. A sleeping mat... which you also didn't have, but you've already bothered him enough, you'd just have to suck it up and stick it out. Though he seems to notice as you place down only a sleeping bag, a thick blanket and a fluffy pillow.

"You don't have a sleeping mat either?"

"Nope."

This time he chuckles, to your surprise. You huff out, feigning annoyance, he was definitely going to tease you about your forgetfulness after this, but he once again surprises you.

"It's okay, mines wide enough to share."

And to prove his point he pulls out more of the mat, as if by magic. It could fit a person and a half you'd say, two if we cuddled up a bit. You let out your own depricating laugh as you move your sleeping bag onto the mat.

"We're already sleeping in the same tent, might as well."

He nods at your answer, deeming it sensible before he returns to setting up his things, a part of you believes he would've insisted if you had said no.

After finally setting up he speaks up again, grabbing a light blanket as he motions to get out the tent.

"I'll leave the tent so you can get changed for the night."

He was right, it was getting dark and there was no activity till the next morning, you nod gratefully at his thoughtfullness, returning a small "thanks" in response. He nods back before leaving the tent.

Now you're alone with your thoughts, you won't lie to yourself and say you're not nervous and it would be a bigger lie to say you hadn't found yourself feeling more attracted to Gagamaru, it was just his simple nature that you had suddenly come to adore. You shake the thoughts away aggressively before glaring passively at the pyjamas you chose, a simple grey t-shirt and shorts, you got hot during the night so shorts it was for this trip. You can't help but wish you chose something more appealing just to look good in front of him, but as soon as the thought came you quickly shoved it down.

Pulling on your fluffy socks and slipping on your sliders you get out of the tent. You notice he's lounging on the blanket seemingly lost in thought as you approach. He sits up before you can announce yourself, onceing you over before looking down at the ground. It was hard to miss the way his eyes looked you over, feeling your resolve crumble as you thumb at the edge of your shirt.

"You can go change now."

"Thanks."

Is all he says as he briefly gets up and walks towards the tent, not making eye contact with you once, which was weird for him. You brush the thought off as you sit on the blanket he layed out, admiring the scenery and the soothing rustle of the leaves.

The moment he enters the tent and zips it up his heads already in his hands and his face hotter than ever. He thought he'd be able to handle this situation better but he wasn't prepared to see you like this . Was he overthinking it, maybe? But this was the first time someone didn't seem blatantly opposed to being around him, let alone share a tent. He's sharing a tent with you, just you and him and no one else. Without realising he's smiling softly to himself and he's even more greatful to see you in your most casual form.

Eventually he comes out of the tent and with snacks in hand? Your eyes are immediately drawn to the chips in one of his hands and suddenly all the blood in your body feels like it's rushing to his face. His arms are stupidly built and his hands are huge. How come you never noticed? Before you could dwell on it any longer you look up at his face, he looks a little flushed but still the same, now in a white t-shirt and grey sweats. He sits next to you on the blanket, smiling knowingly as your eyes immediately draws back to the snacks in his arms as he layed them on the blanket as well.

"You brought snacks?? If I knew I would have brought some too."

He nods at your excitement his head down as he picks through the colourful packets but his eyes are focused on you. Eventually he picks up the chips that had caught your eye before and casually hands them to you.

"I know you like them, here."

You were already spilling out your thanks as you tear open the packet when you realise what he said, he knows? You look up at him confused and he only looks back with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

"How'd you know I like them?"

He visibly falters at your words, and you feel like your heart breaks when he seems to visibly shrink despite his large frame. Round eyes lowering to the ground as if ashamed, and you honestly wish you could rephrase the question. Before you could think of what to say he's already beat you to it.

"After school, on Fridays you always go to the same tuck shop and get it..."

His eyes flicker up to yours noticing your slight shock to his words. Calloused hands fumbling on his lap as he turns his head away from you.

"It's on my way home so I often see you there."

You mouth a small "oooh" at his explanation, did you feel exposed? Yes. And were you embarassed that your routine after school on Fridays was noticeable? Also yes. But a part of you also finds it sweet of him that he's trying to connect with you, even if it was slightly odd. And by looking at his face, eyes that didn't seem to hold any ulterior motive yet alone a coherent thought you knew he wouldn't lie to you, but even if he did he'd be terrible at it. But that left you with another fact, he usually saw you on his way back home and never walked with you? All these weeks spent walking alone and he was right there, the thought made you frown slightly, your eyes shooting to his as his shoulders slackened at your gaze.

"So you see me almost everyday after school... and you never asked me to walk with you?"

For a moment you both stare at each other in silence, his blank eyes blinking at you as if you suggested something completely irrational. But when your words finally sink in his focus lowers to your hands, splayed on the blanket to support yourself and he wish he could ask if he could hold them. All this time he was afraid you wouldn't want to involve yourself closely with him, it was the same with most people, keeping their distance. Your invitation, the knowledge you wouldn't mind being seen with him was a happy revelation. He perks up when you call his name, scolding eyes staring in his direction and the urge to scoop you into his arms almost unbearable. Instead he plays with his bangs awkwardly a small frown on his lips as he spoke.

"I didn't consider that you'd want to walk with me."

You only huff in disbelief at his words, eyes furrowing further as if what he said was unbelievable. He was basically your only friend in this school at the moment, and he's been so kind and attentive, why wouldn't you want to walk with him? You playfully pull at his cheek, pleasantly surprised by how soft it was as you told him off more, and he let you. Only murmured groans of pain and "sorry" as his defense.

Quickly, night fell, surrounding the two of you in its soft glow. You were now leaning shoulder to shoulder, well more like you leaning on him, again. He was comfortable and warm and he didn't seem to mind, more than happy to exchange stories and laughs together. You found yourself wishing the moment wouldn't end and the night would draw on longer but you knew eventually you'd both have to go to your now shared tent. He's the first to initiate the idea, crushing a soda can with his two palms as if it were some game, before you could relay your shock at his carefree skill he's already speaking.

"We should get ready for the night."

"Already?"

"Yes, or we'll be here till sunrise."

You wanted to protest by saying you wouldn't mind staying up that long but he already had a gentle grip around the back of your shirt as he stood up, pulling you to your feet with him with ease before letting go. And after hearing the story of how he fought a *literal* bear in the mountains, his nonchalant displays of strength aren't quite as a shock anymore.

You're both in the tent now, it's quiet, awkward, but not as much as it could've been. For the most part it's dark, but you could see clearly enough, the outline of his body as he lay on his back and you on your side facing away with him. The position still felt so intimate considering the small space of the tent. As you're attempting to pull yourself into sleep a slightly groggy voice gets your attention.

"[Name]?"

"Hm?"

You respond, slightly turning your head to look at him and you swear your heart skips several beats. His hair is down and it looks beautiful, the cut of it obviously wasn't professional but he pulled it off in a way you knew nobody else could. His eyes were low, still wide and void but they're softened with a light exhaustion that had you transfixed. You stare at each other like this, a habit between you two that you weren't sure you could maintain any longer. Desperate to break the silence you speak up.

"Gagamaru?"

"Gin."

Your eyes widen slightly at the soft demand, you didn't think he was capable of it and the thought made a smile creep into your lips as you eventually just turn on your side to face him.

"Gin?"

He hums in approval at this, apparently pleased with the small change. You certainly weren't opposed, being so close to each other, it's fair to say first name basis had been reached. He's still laying on his back one of his arms behind his head as the other rested near you. And like usual, he just stares at you, but this time you can see his pupils flicker over your different features before he settles on your eyes.

"You can lie closer, to me, it'll be more comfortable that way."

He tells himself he's doing this for you, not wanting you to wake up with anything sore though he'd be more than happy to rub away all the knots. But another part of him knows he just wants you closer, close enough he could warm you with his own body, close enough he could feel you. It was like some strange attachment, seeing you just within his grasp but still far at the same time. He can see you considering his words, eyes flitting over his own face before you're casting your gaze down, and he adored it. Then, when you silently shift yourself closer he's quick to move his arm out the way and usher you closer. As close as you'd allow. And then you're resting your head on his chest, instead of the pillow he wish you'd also forgotten. He stays still for a while, not caring that you could hear his rapid heartbeat, in fact, he wanted you to hear it. Brushing your hair to the side so he could catch a glimpse of your face.

"Better?"

"Mhm."

He feels he can finally relax, seeing you quietly content resting on him, as you should be. He's not expecting you to say another word though but a hand patting his stomach draws his eyes back to you.

"Gin, I really like your hair."

Immediately he's confused. Why? It's just hair. But when your hand reaches up to drag your fingers through the soft strands he understands why, a greater feeling of endearment growing for you and your own way of communicating. He's more than happy to lean into your touch, but you were basically saying you liked him by doing this, right? No one does this casually, even he could judge that.

Suddenly he's turning on his side to face you, why? You weren't sure, your hand that was once just lazily brushing through his white strands now cupping it to the side so you could have a good view of his face, your eyes on his as he only leans in closer.

"You like me?"

"Huh-wh-"

"You do."

He says the last words with such resolution you're almost convinced he manifested your feelings for him himself. You only stare back, mouth slightly agape as you search for words to say but his head only ducks lower, causing your foreheads to touch as his large palm slides over to rest on your back, once again urging you closer, this time his voice is a small whisper and you can feel his breath fan your face gently, his eyes not leaving yours for a moment.

"You do?"

You only nod softly, pupils blown wide as you admire him up close and you get to notice that the reason his eyes always looked so wide was thanks to the thick yet short lashes framing them. And while you're taking him all in you can't help that your gaze falls to his lips, that curve slightly upward when he notices. He calls your name again, your face burning hot as you could already guess what he might ask.

"May I?"

You nod embarassingly quick when he takes his other hand to cup your cheek, but you didn't really care. Not when he was kissing you softly as if not wanting to hurt you yet needing your presence more than anything.

You got home after the trip to see your tent right outside the shoe rack by the door. :P

[sassypantsjaxon]

Fuck it. UA instructors as...things the staff from my college have done, I guess?

Because it's been three and a half years since I graduated and I miss that place every single day

Principal Nezu

Principal Nezu has everybody's names, faces, and quirks memorized before the first day of school. This is never acknowledged.

(Recovery Girl also learns everybody pretty much right away, but she interacts with them a bit more directly than Nezu, so it doesn't seem quite as weird)

Somehow Nezu manages to both be so chill and yet have no chill.

Nezu once texted Mic to ask if he was available for a call about some program at school and when Mic didn't answer within 15 minutes because he was DRIVING Nezu just called him anyway and was like "is this a bad time? I can call you back :)" Like, no,no, We're both here now, let's have this conversation now. Go ahead

One time Nezu pulled the Big Three out of their classes and brought them into his office to sit them down like he was about to have a Big Serious Conversation, and then he just says "Do you think...it would be possible for you to visit the first year hero classes...and tell them about your experiences? :)" Mirio and Nejire are both going "yeah, sure", while thinking why did we have to get pulled out of class like this was something really important? Amajiki is hyperventilating.

Power loader

Power Loader is like some kind of cryptid.

He just shows up when things need to be fixed, fixes them, and then disappears again. He never says a word. Don't question it, just be grateful and let him stay in his hiding place

Random knowledge. Whenever the rest of the staff has some random question that no one else can answer. Ask Power Loader. He knows. He always know. Don't question that either, he's just one of those kind of people

Power loader and All Might are the only two teachers who were asked to come to UA instead of having to apply

13

Actually 13 falls somewhere inbetween applying and being asked to join the staff, because she kind of created her own job.

She just had a meeting with Nezu one day to be like "Your students need an Unforeseen Simulation Joint! Here's what that means and why you need it" And Nezu went "... :) You're hired!"

All Might

Toughest person anybody knows. Can not handle spicy food.

Everybody loves him. Anybody who doesn't isn't cut out for hero school. This is not bragging, it just happens to be true.

All Might once listed one of his credentials as BAMF. (Izuku absolutely lost it that day)

While discussing I Island with Izuku, All Might very casually stated "My ex husband lives there" as if that isn't an Absolute Bombshell to drop You can't just Say That and NOT ELABORATE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE AN EXHUSBAND!?!!???? (Izuku lost it even more that day)

Present Mic

Mic has a bad habit of talking a little too fast. Nobody's ever 100% sure what he said.

Also he swears. Like. A lot. Like, he would get in trouble as a student for swearing.

There is a drawer on Mic's desk that's labeled 'Present Mic's Top Secret Hiding Place' and anybody who notices it is just like ??? because it's clearly labeled and Not a Secret. But Mic is very scatter brained and will lose anything as soon as it leaves his eyesight. Having a specific place to put things help with that.

EraserMic

Married. But they don't really talk about it, and they don't act married in front of the students, so a lot of them don't realize it

It's actually surprising because they have pictures of them and their kids on their desks. All you have to do is go to the teacher's office. It's not a secret. It's right there.

There's a class for the second years on like, heroism and personal lives or something. Eraser and Mic get to teach part of that unit because they have experience being married heroes.

One year when Aizawa says that he's married to Mic one of the students asks him why

That same year, when Aizawa reveals that there is one teacher he will never be friends with (like, even more than all the other teachers), just because they have nothing in common other than working at UA, and the same student asks him if it's Mic

People assume Mic gets special treatment as Aizawa's husband. This is not true. If anything, he's more likely to get the short end of the stick and be asked to cover for Aizawa.

Eraser Head

Aizawa forgot that there was supposed to be a chaperone for the remedial licensing training and said he would probably be the one doing it. He was not. He sent Mic. Thus proving the previous statement true.

Bad at interpersonal relationships

Has a bad habit of mumbling. Students are never 100% sure what he said

At some point, the people around him start referring to doing anything overly rational as 'pulling an Aizawa'. Yeah. ...yeah...

[redtsundere-writes]

Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

Chapter 9 “Defense” is available now!

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

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“A knight of gigantic height, a pagan hero with great strength and benevolent heart, very skilled at handling weapons, his name was... Fie..." You brought the book up close to your face to read the unknown word. 

A couple of days had passed since you became King Sukuna's future fiancée and started your private lessons with Master Kenjaku. Your cleaning days were over and you were slowly getting used to the new routine that the king had imposed on you. Everyday, you got up early to dress up with the finest clothes he had gotten you, had the delicacies Uraume prepared for breakfast, studied the rest of the day in the library until your hands got tired of writing, ate lunch, took your piano lessons and  reported to the king what you had learned at the end of the day. Sukuna wanted to know if bringing a traitor from distant lands to be your tutor had been worth it. 

Spending all day stuck in the library wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was more comfortable than running around the castle, doing chores. Even though you still couldn't read that well, you could enjoy books in other ways. You liked being surrounded by unfamiliar covers, smelling the yellowish paper and the sound of the inked pen gently grasping the paper. You had never been to school, but it felt like going to a high prestige one. Even though the king had asked you not to waste your teacher's time, you liked to take it at your own pace because what is well learned, is never forgotten. 

Kenjaku was a very polite and formal teacher. Always speaking with elegance and with gestures typical of his character. He never tired of talking at his own calm, almost seductive pace. Sometimes he used complicated words, but never got annoyed when you interrupted him to explain a definition of a word. He was enthusiastic about mentally challenging you so that your mind would be nourished with valuable information. Your journey of exploring the world was just beginning and he would take you by the hand so you wouldn't get lost in the confusions of life. 

“Fierabras,” Kenjaku completed the word you were trying to read. 

“Yeah. That. Fierabras,” you smiled as you read the whole word. 

“Although it is a proper noun. It is also used to describe a big, strong and boastful person,” the teacher explained. 

“So would it be okay to say, ‘King Sukuna is a fierabras curse’?” You asked innocently. Kenjaku laughed at your quick thinking. After his reaction, you realized what you had said and covered your mouth, surprised of yourself. 

“Yes, well implemented,” he said, trying to not burst out laughing. 

You were intuitive and curious. Even though you were constantly wrong, you didn't let that break your optimistic spirit. Kenjaku has had no problem having you as a student so far. In fact, you were the easiest student he had ever had to deal with. He was about to tell you to keep reading, but the library door burst open. You both opened your eyes in surprise to see who it was. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, a strange time for the king to show up at this side of the castle. You and Kenjaku immediately bowed to his presence. 

“I want you on the parade ground in 10 minutes,” Sukuna ordered before closing the door so they could finish the class as soon as possible. 

“Do you think he heard me?” You whispered to Kenjaku worried. 

“Are you religious?” You shook your head. “Then choose a god and pray to him that he didn’t,” Kenjaku advised you. That didn't sound good. 

The red sky radiated in its entirety as soon as you stepped out of the castle. The grass tickled your feet half exposed by heels. You lifted your yellow dress to keep the edges from being dyed green. King Sukuna and Uraume were waiting impatiently for you in the middle of the parade ground, next to a large wooden table that held several artifacts you were unfortunately familiar with. 

[milfmuses]

Sleepy Showers

A/N: Hi hornies! I wrote this fic randomly and thought I should serve the sapphics more delicious Larissa content. Please make sure to read the warnings, and as always, feel free to leave comments and suggestions! Many thanks to the wonderful @weemssapphic​ for yet another beta read. Your kindness is overwhelmingly appreciated.

Larissa Weems x femreader

Summary: A morning shower turns into a steamy session when Larissa decides to shapeshift her most intimate parts...

Warnings: fluff, smut, g!p Larissa, Reader receiving, handjob, penetration, creampie

As you wake, the comforting weight of your lover’s arm over your torso almost lulls you back to sleep. However, you need to begin the day and get ready for work. You are a teacher at Nevermore, one that Larissa found herself infatuated with. You obviously returned her feelings. Things blossomed quickly after she gained the courage to ask you out on a date. Over time, your love for each other grew and now you both have a shared studio living area in the staff wing of the school. Your relationship can only be described as sweet, romantic, and loving. You find joy in the little things, always bringing Larissa flowers to brighten up her office, and buying her favorite lipstick when you notice it running low. She enjoys sneaking into your room between classes to bring food and sometimes you’ll return to your apartment, immediately noticing the envelope that you know contains a love letter she writes with passion. You even set aside time each week to have a special dinner or date night, usually opting for a nice restaurant, spending time afterward in the comfort of your bed watching movies, and then making love. Life is wonderful, and Larissa has brought you happiness beyond anything you’ve felt before.

Rolling over slowly, you face the woman of your dreams. Her blonde curls are tousled from sleep, her pale skin glowing in the morning light, and her plump lips stained a faint red hue from her daily choice of lipstick. The steady rising and falling of her chest accompanied by soft breaths brings you peace as you gaze upon your partner with nothing but awe and adoration.

Not wanting to interrupt her slumber, you place a gentle kiss on her forehead and begin lifting her arm away from your waist. Before you can roll back over and rise from the bed, a deep inhale sounds from beside you. You watch as Larissa’s eyes open and she groggily blinks away her exhaustion. Bright blue eyes peer into your own, the corners crinkling as a smile overtakes her face seeing your state of sleepiness.

“Good morning my love, are you heading to the shower?”

“Good morning angel, yes I’ve gotta get ready earlier today since I have a meeting with a student about a project before my first class.”

Larissa pouts when you mention having to leave bed early, wanting you to stay in the warmth of her arms for a while longer.

“I know you are being grumpy but you look so cute! Here, let me check my phone in case to confirm with the student.”

You roll over and pick up your phone from the nightstand, opening your emails and finding a new message sent just before midnight.

Hi Ms. L/N,

I started feeling sick tonight and will have to miss the meeting tomorrow morning. Maybe I can find a time to meet with you tomorrow if I feel better. Sorry for the late notice, I will keep you updated and let you know my availability for a rescheduled meeting time.

Thank you

Your face lights up knowing that you now have a free morning with the goddess of a woman next to you.

“Good news Riss! Well, I mean not technically good news since my student is out sick, but we have the morning to ourselves!”

Instantly, Larissa’s face brightens and she yanks you back over to her in a messy hug. 

“Thank goodness, how could I ever be deprived of my darling girl?”

You laugh and pull away, an idea forming in your head for a fun morning plan.

“Would you want to take a shower with me? You know how much I love holding you in the water especially now that you had a second shower head installed to keep us both warm.”

That stunning grin you absolutely adore beams back at you and she kisses your cheek affectionately.

“Of course I would, sleepy showers are the best with you, my dear.”

Both of you roll over to your respective sides of the bed, standing hesitantly on tired legs from just having woken up. Larissa winks at you and sways her hips teasingly as she makes her way over to the bathroom. You shake your head playfully at her antics, but don’t pass up the chance to ogle her round ass sitting perfectly in her pajama pants. Following her in a trance, you wince as your feet hit the cold bathroom tile. She gingerly opens the shower door and turns on the water, steam beginning to fog up the frosted glass as it heats up.

“My sleepy girl, let’s get you undressed for me. You know how much I love taking off your clothes…”

With a smirk, your girlfriend lifts the hem of your shirt, your stomach immediately reacting with goosebumps to the temperature. Your breasts fall into place, nipples standing hard against the chilly air. Larissa takes a second to bite her lip in arousal but pulls the shirt completely off your body.

“My my, someone appears a bit cold. Don’t worry, I’ll get you warmed up and take care of those gorgeous breasts.”

You blush at her flirtatious words and bring your arms over your bare chest, trying to heat up your freezing skin.

“Well, it’s only fair that you take care of what’s yours…”

She chuckles at your response, loving how you put up with her mischief and always play along. As to not keep you in the cold for too long, she lowers the waistband of your pants and lets the loose pajamas fall to the floor. You swear you felt a hand brush against your mound when she lifted her arms back up as she stood straight but you ignore it for now, impatient to get in the hot water.

“May I undress you too Rissa? Or should I get in now and wait for you there?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and step in love? I see you shivering, my poor angel. I’ll be quick, I want to spend every second I have giving you affection.”

With a pink hue gracing your cheeks, you shuffle over to the shower and step through the door. Marble walls stretch upwards, and white warm flooring is now comfortable against your feet compared to the harsh tile on the other side of the blurred glass that faces the rest of the bathroom. A bench attached to the wall has an assortment of soaps and gels neatly arranged in the corner. An instant sigh of relaxation and ease leaves your mouth, your body melting under the steady stream. 

Through the clouded glass, you make out the distinct shape of your lover removing her clothes. Her head tilts back as her shirt falls to the floor and the silhouette of her perky breasts makes your breath catch in your throat. She bends down and takes off her pants, revealing the supple swell of her ass that compliments her long silken thighs. 

Closing your eyes and bringing your hands to smooth back your now-soaked hair, you hear the door open and shut. You open your eyes and take in the sight of your naked girlfriend which freezes your body entirely. 

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do. Now come here before I eat you alive, you sexy woman.”

With a chuckle, Larissa steps forward and takes you in her arms. Her chest presses against yours, the squish making your cheeks deepen to a scarlet color. Her tall frame causes your face to rest against her shoulder, tender lips finding the top of your head.

Standing there silently, her arms wrapped around you in safety and comfort, with her soft skin against yours and nothing but love swirling around your brain is heaven. After staying still, savoring the beautiful moment, you feel her hand inch lower until it finds your butt. She gives it a squeeze, not missing how your breath hitches and you push your hips back into her hand. 

“Darling, how are you so incredibly divine? You have no idea how badly I want to engrave the image of you in my mind to keep forever. Luckily, I have you all to myself for however long you’ll allow me.”

Leaning back you stare up at her with adoring eyes, capturing those blue orbs that always have you mesmerized.

“My love, you have me forever. My heart belongs to you and I will cherish yours until the end of time. I love you Larissa.”

Her eyes observe you with total fondness, sincerity in her voice as she speaks.

“I love you too darling, you will be treated like a princess because that is what you are to me. If you want a kiss? You’ll have one. Maybe cuddles? Of course, my arms are open and eager. If you want me to worship you? Well, I will already be doing that as usual.”

You giggle and bring your hand to the back of her head, gently pushing her down towards your lips for a sweet kiss. Her mouth moves in tandem with your own, passion entangled in the way she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, emitting a moan and then releasing it to use her tongue to explore. Your body tingles and your core throbs, the sloppy sounds of the kiss and how she hungrily devours your mouth turning you on severely. Pulling away to gasp for air, Larissa pouts with a whine.

“Rissa love, you’re making me squirm. Would you want to…?”

With a proud grin, Larissa seductively peers down at you, causing chills to run up your spine.

“Normally I would make you use your words, but I really want to try something this morning and I want to make sure you are comfortable with it.”

Your eyebrow raises in question, not knowing what she could possibly be thinking of.

“My love, I was hoping to use my shapeshifting abilities to… change my lower half. Would you be okay with letting me fuck you with a real cock? It’s just an idea and as always, we will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

The idea intrigues you and in your mind, the picture of Larissa fucking you with reddened cheeks from how you feel around her drives you wild. Not to mention, being filled by not only her cock, but her cum as well is something you’ve been fantasizing about. 

“Yes! I mean- yes, Rissa, I would really love that. I love you and I want you to feel every part of me, including the deepest parts that will bring you pleasure.”

Releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, your girlfriend excitedly hugs you and whispers in your ear.

“Good thing I know exactly which strap you love the most. I’ll just shift my cock to match exactly how you like it.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, you continue resting in her embrace as she shifts. You gasp as something rubs at your lower belly and you turn beet-red knowing what it is. Larissa groans when her cock grows against your body, the length squeezing between your smooth stomachs. Tilting your head back to watch her reactions, you hear a whimper and widen your eyes at how adorable yet sexy she is. Larissa pants as her hips softly rock to rub herself against you. Her eyes are shut tightly and rosy cheeks flush as small whimpers continuously exit her open mouth.

“Does that feel good baby? You look so pretty rubbing yourself against me. I feel how hard you are oh god- let me help you, sweet girl.”

Her eyes meet yours and she yelps as your hand grasps her hardness. 

“Are you sensitive, my love? Poor baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Speechless in both exhilaration and overwhelming emotion, she intently focuses on your face. Your hand starts moving up and down, jerking her off with delicate strokes. Her breaths stutter and it takes an immense amount of effort for her hips to not fuck up into your hand.

“L-Love, yes god- feels… so good. Darling- I- I love you-”

With a sensual smile, you lean forward and capture her lips with your own. She whimpers into your mouth as your hand rubs her cock lovingly. Your pussy throbs and drips uncontrollably, her angelic sounds fueling the fire in your lower belly. 

“I love you too Rissa, are you ready to fuck me? Is that what you want baby?”

“Ye-yes please Y/N, please I need you-”

Her begging spurs on your dominance. Larissa typically takes on the dominant role but these moments when she is submissive and needy melt your heart.

“Okay love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you pretty baby.”

She shudders when you remove your hand. Turning around, you press your ass back into her, making her groan with her cock now pushed between your cheeks. You smirk to yourself and bend forward, presenting your backside to her. You lift a foot up and place it on the bench. Your cunt is soaked and Larissa is hypnotized, her cock throbbing and twitching, completely aroused by your bare ass and dripping arousal.

“Go ahead Riss, I know you can’t resist…”

Not hesitating and more than ready to enter you, she lines herself up with your sopping hole and pushes in.

“Oh fuck!”

She moans obscenely and grips your hips hard, the way your walls take her in and tightly clench around her length makes it hard to hold back. If she wasn’t so determined to fuck you as you deserve, she would have come as soon as she bottomed out. The stretch feels delicious, her warm cock filling you entirely. It feels similar to your favorite strapon, but there are obvious differences like the soft warmth of her skin and the way you can feel each subtle twitch and throb inside of you.

“Larissa- oh my god- please fuck me.”

Your lover immediately pulls out, leaving about an inch inside, and then thrusts back in. Her hips pound into you hungrily and she grunts with exertion and effort holding back her approaching climax. 

“Yes! Fuck me- god yes!”

“Yeah? You like that- darling? Take- ngh- take it baby-”

Wet slaps of her hips against your backside sound throughout the steamy shower and you brace yourself against the wall with your hands. Your breasts swing back and forth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. She leans forward and kisses your back, nipping and sucking marks onto your skin while still gripping your hip with one hand and groping your tits with the other. Her hips lose rhythm and you recognize how her breathing gets shallow and her moans increase in pitch. She is getting close and so are you. Nearing the edge, you need a push to reach your orgasm. Luckily, your girlfriend knows your body well enough.

“Darling- I’m gonna- I’m close, please- I want you to cum with me- mmm ngh-”

She reaches the hand clinging onto your breasts down and parts your lips to find your swollen clit. Two fingers circle the sensitive nub expertly.

“Baby- fuck! Rissa gonna- cumming-”

Intense waves of pleasure overtake your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls flutter and tighten, causing Larissa to thrust once more and release herself. A strangled moan departs her mouth, and her pulsing cock shoots hot cum deep inside of you. Her entire body feels rapturous as she quietly mutters “I love you” over and over. Coming down from your highs, you both pant heavily and she rests her weight on top of you. She stays inside, loving how she keeps you full of her cum with throbs of post-orgasm bliss. Once you come back down from paradise and catch your breath, Larissa speaks softly.

“I’m going to pull out, darling- I’ll go slow and you let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”

Her cock carefully inches out, you wince at the emptiness but love how cum leaks out of you. Larissa watches in awe as white juices plop onto the shower floor, your cunt looks beyond alluring. 

“Good job my love, you did so well! I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me do that, I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved it.”

Surprisingly, she becomes shy and you turn your head to see her looking down trying to hide the obvious blush on her gorgeous face. 

“Thank you for fucking me like that Riss, I definitely want to do it again sometime. I enjoyed it more than you know.”

You set your foot down and straighten your back at the same time, rotating around to face the love of your life. Larissa studies your exhaustion and sexily disheveled post-orgasm state. Your chest rises and falls steadily. Cum now slides down your thighs and red marks adorn your hips from where she gripped you. You are the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, and at this moment, she can barely function seeing you like this. 

“You are so beautiful, I love you. Let me hold you for a bit before we have to clean up and get ready for work. First, I’m going to shift back.”

She closes her eyes once more and concentrates, morphing back to the stunning lower intimacy that you worship endlessly whenever possible. 

“I love you too Rissa. Although I loved you fucking me like that, I have to say I missed this dearly.”

You cup her center and move to kiss her with so much love. You both smile into it and then settle into a comfortable embrace. Your head rests against her chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of the blonde angel that you are lucky to call yours. She holds you protectively, placing her cheek on the top of your head and passing her body heat to you. Intimacy like this between you and Larissa, standing in the middle of the shower as warm water soothes your bodies, is something you will cherish until time stops.

[ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights]

Of Playful Days and Silent Nights

Chapter 1: A Robot Teacher?

You look up from your HoloScreen and the work your grading as a knock sounds through your room.

“Come in?” It must be one of your fellow teachers here to bug you, you assume.

You stand immediately as the Headmaster clears his throat. He's always demands respect he doesn't deserve.

“How can I help you sir?”

“Would you mind working a little late tonight?”

“I could make that work sir, what extra work do you have in mind?”

“Something quite special. I have a solution for the nursery class.”

“Oh? A new teacher is joining us?” What does that have to do with you?

“Something like that. Just follow and you'll see.”

He leads you into the nursery class. Sat there half out of its box is a robot? A dark yellow robot that resembles the sun if it was personified and dressed as a court jester of long ago.

“Oh is this a new model? I've never seen one like this.” you ask but as you inspect it closer you notice the layer of dust covering it… now you feel silly.

“On the contrary, This is a vintage animatronic, A fazbear original.”

“Oh wow.” Fazbear rings a bell in your head but you’ve never really been big into the whole robot industry all you know are from the adverts on the Holovision if you’re being honest you weren’t all that keen on them. You know Mr. Moosifer is very into his vintage robots though so it must be a big deal.

“Someone bought a warehouse and found it full of these old animatronics. Would have bought them all if I had the budget, they were all far too expensive. I charged this one on the school account, He was a daycare attendant, apparently has a security mode as well, perfect since I almost had to hire a security guard since the graffiti incident last week, who even sells spray paint these days. Anyway, Two birds one stone, and it’ll be cheaper in the long run.” he looks so smug and full of himself. “At least I can say I technically own a vintage robot,” he laughs. “Wait till the others at the digital Golfing Alley hear about this.”

Oh finally he stopped talking...

“And what do you want my help with?”

“Clean it and reboot it would you. It might need a debrief or something. I don’t care how long it takes but I dismissed the substitute so have it ready for the morning class.” He hands you a very thicc manual book.

“Sure thing.” you smile, the most fake smile you could muster.

He leaves. You hate being such a suck up to that old man. The new powerplant isn’t the only reason Patrick left in a hurry.

It’s just you and the currently lifeless robot. You hope it’s lifeless, robots are lifeless right? It looks like it's looking at you... If its vintage could it be haunted?

You’ve heard of some people thinking robots have life, some going as far to advocate for robot equality and rights, others even pushing for robot marriage, that's just how far advanced AI is you suppose, either that or the worlds just that delusional, you can’t imagine an antique like this being so advanced, you doubt it can even keep up with the children nevermind teach them. Bur your experience with robots isn't extensive at all since the cheaper models you've met in the lower city aren't even advanced like at all, most are just glorified auto machinery.

You sigh, enough stalling...

"Better check this manual for how to clean this thing." You grumble.

You need this job, you remind yourself.

You pick up the book, it’s heavy. Under the title that reads ‘The Daycare Attendant’ sits a picture of two similar robots, one blue and starry the other a match to the one in front of you, it must be part of a series or something?

You flick through looking for cleaning instructions. Finally you find them.

‘Instructions on cleaning the Sun daycare attendant.’

That's got to be this one right? He’s definitely sun themed.

‘Use Fazbear SunShine gentle multi surface cleaner, or SunShine soap for tough dirt and grime. If these are not available please order them at Fazbear.org/shop/cleaning/dca using your staff assigned code. In the meantime these suitable substitutes should be used (in order of most suitable to least): SunShine bubble bath, SunShine hand soap, SunShine shampoo, SunShine laundry soap, SunShine dish soap, SunShine wood polish, any SleepyTime products suitable for the moon DCA, regular dish soap, or any Gentle multi surface cleaner. Caution avoid harsh chemicals to avoid damaging the paint or irritating the skin of any children coming into contact with the daycare attendant. None of the SunShine kitchen or toilet and bathroom lines of cleaning products are suitable for cleaning the DCA, Never use bleach. Always use warm water and a gentle cloth or sponge. Never use a scourer or brush to clean the DCA. Elbow grease is all you need.’

You're curious about this Fazbear sunshine cleaner so you Holo it on your Holowatch. The website doesn’t exist but you can find old posts about the nostalgia and recipes that give a similar smell. Oh the channel NostalgicScents has a few bottles of the laundry soap on sale. Oh ouch a million credits for a small bottle of 10 units is ridiculous. It is a vintage product so maybe you shouldn't be surprised.

What were the alternatives? Dish soap or multi surface cleaner…?

You’re pretty sure there's some dish soap in the cafeteria so you head in search of some. You find said soap and a washing up bowl, filling it with warm water and bringing it all the way back to the nursery classroom.

Re-thinking your plan, it might not be best to wash him on the colourful dinosaur carpet so you instead decide to drag it into the little kids bathrooms.

It's heavy and lanky, it bends in way too many places making it difficult to keep a grip. But you manage and lean it against the bath tub....

You face palm at the realisation that there's a bath in here to clean up any bad messes the kids get into, odd for a school you know but this was pre-K nursery. Toddlers had a way of making the worst messes.

You place your bowl in the bath and using the dish cloth start wiping the dust and grime off the robot. You wonder if it’ll even work, you hope it’s waterproof, the Manual told you to use soapy water so it can’t be wrong could it, did soap and water mean something different back then? You shake away your worries, It’s too late now, the worst that could happen is you get fired, that doesn't sound too bad about now. You would have left this town a long time ago if you had the savings, then again... you’d rather not be homeless.

You wipe away the grime on its face revealing a bright yellow. It looks friendly if not ever so slightly creepy. You move onto its arms, underneath the dust on its right arm is a series of numbers carved into the metal, it looks like your birthday? The month and day that is. What a weird coincidence it must be a serial number of some kind. You finish cleaning it up and turn back to the manual to know how to turn it on. You follow the instructions, taking a small piece of metal from the shoulder and using it to press the button through a hole in the back of its head just as the book had told you to.

Start up commencing. . .

Connecting to Faz network….

No Faz network detected…

Connecting to the local network…

Connected…

Estimated storage time 50 years…

Please wait as calibrations commence.

“Wow…” 50 years you think to yourself. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was vintage. It should teach history class, not the nursery. Maybe he’d know what fish were like, were there fish in the wild back then. You shrug, who knows.

Calibrations complete…

Rebooting…

Rebooting…

“S-starshine?” it stammered.

“Huh?” you wonder… Is that it’s Catchphrase?

Its voice was masculine but very chipper with the metallic robotic tone earlier robots were known for. It seems confused.

“Oh… oh um... Hello new friend!” its voice had a surprising amount of expression.

“Hi…” you hesitantly reply.

“You look familiar…” It taps its chin as it thinks? “Have you ever visited the daycare before?” it adjusts its position crossing its legs.

“Nope, not me.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry, new friend. Let me introduce myself, My name is Sun, you can call me Sunny if you like but never Sundrop.” It points its finger up. “That’s the line of sweets named after me, not the other way.” it smiles at you, it seems too warm for any robot you’ve ever met. “Would you like one?” it reaches into its pocket. “Oh I’m out, sorry I’ll have to go restock.” It stands about to walk around before pausing. It’s ever so tall, it must be at least 6ft tall.

“Yeah about that.”

“Where… Where am I?” Its tone was darker, almost worried. It steps out of the bathroom into the class.

“Welcome to Angel Valley Primary school?” you shrug.

“Where’s the daycare?” It clutches its hands in front of itself… anxiously? “Where’s the pizza plex?”

“Closed? I assume? You’ve been in storage for like 50 years.”

“50 years!?” It rubs its right arm. “That’s so long…” It drums its fingers on its teeth. “Do you work for fazbear entertainment? Are you opening up a new daycare? It's a little small, where are the play structures? I'm not ready for a new handler, when are the kids coming? Where will they have naptime? There's not even a stage…”

You watch as it paces and rambles, it almost looks like a panic attack or something. Surely a robot can’t have one of those right.

“Hey!” you call out. “Stop that.”

It stops and looks at you, practically shaking as it tries to stay still.

“There’s no daycare, or fazbear whatever. You have a new prerogative as a teacher at this school.”

It sits, closing its eyes and takes a breath? Maybe it's cooling its system or something. Does overheating make a robot jittery?

It starts counting.

“It has anxiety? of course it does.” That’s just your luck…. Wait... Unless it's a count down???

It puts it’s hands down. “Excuse me, that was very rude.” it's tone miffed but still polite, the kind of voice you’d give a parent if you were allowed to correct them.

Wait… you said that out loud….

“I’d rather not be called IT. Although as an animatronic we have no gender.” he says with air quotes. “We prefer the pronouns he/them. Thank you.”

Great, the robot has pronouns. How much more human can they get?

“Surely if you're from the future you should have more respect for robots by now, I’d expect robots would have become much more sophisticated in the last 50 years.” They turned away crossing their arms almost as if he was in a strop.

“Not the ones you see on the streets of the lower city. Most sophisticated robot I’ve seen is a store stacker.”

“What's one of those?” he tilts his head curiously.

“Exactly what it sounds like. It stocks shelves, if you're lucky you might meet one sophisticated enough that it can direct you to the soup aisle in the soup store.”

“Oh…”

“The rich in the upper city have shiny new robot assistants that are almost human-like. But your average Joe like me probably won’t ever get to see one.”

“I see…”

“But you should still be more polite.”

“You're right, I'm Sorry.”

“Thank you.” he sighs.

“Soooo uh… Are you calmer now?”

“I guess.” he sighs.

“Good because I need to show you around and let you know how to do your job before I can go home tonight.”

He stands up. His expression is now blank. “Alright.”

“So this is your class, you’ll be teaching the nursery or Pre-school class, most of your students are two to four years old, they do half days, so you’ll have group one come in during the morning and group two in the afternoon. We do learn by play here, It can’t be that different from daycare work. Basically entertain the kids. Make sure they don’t unalive themselves.”

He nods. “Where are the arts and craft supplies? Do we have paper and Oh, tell me we have glitter glue.” he looks over the colourful room, looking at the bookshelves and the toy boxes.

“No... Art supplies like that are pretty scarce, we keep them only for the fourth grade. We let the little kids play art games on they’re SlimNote jr though” you take an electronic notebook and show him.

He looks disappointed, dejected even.

“Plus it’s less to clean up.”

That doesn't seem to cheer him up.

“So no finger painting?”

“What’s that?”

“Oh my stars… you don’t know?” he drags his hands down his face.

“You’ll have to tell me another time we should move on.”

“Right.”

“So the room we were in earlier was the littles bathroom, it includes three big kid toilets and a handful of potties, there is a bath for emergencies but you have to have parents and kids consent for bathtime, most say sure others would rather let their kid sit in his own poop for the rest of the day, but anyway, moving on, your desk is there, the toys there, you can see it all.”

You gesture for him to follow as you lead him out of the room. You turn left to your class.

“This is my class.”

He looks around your space themed classroom and his eyes sparkle.

“Here I teach the first and second grade English, Maths and Space science.”

“Are these actually from space?” he asks as he looks over your wall of space trinkets, three shelves and a table are all adorned with rocks, crystals and other trinkets.

“Eeeek.” he jumps, “it moved.” He points to a tank.

“That’s our little alien specimen, We call him Greg, he’s a space slug.”

The slug-like creature covered in fluorescent colours munches on a piece of metal that you fed him earlier.

“And yes most of these came from space explorations, though some are only replicas, every school has a collection ours is pretty small if i’m being honest.”

“Wow.”

You can’t help but yawn, normally you’d be home by now having eaten your rations and gone to bed. “Can we finish here? You probably don’t need to know any more than this but you can wander around tonight unless you need to recharge or something. Just don’t touch anything. Oh and the headmaster said something about night guard or security or something. Can you do that or whatever.”

“Sure thing…” he rubs the back of his neck.

“Cool the kids will be in at 9 AM. I’ll see you at about half seven though.”

“Okie dokie.”

With that you collected your things and headed home.

This part of the city was almost quiet, the usual hustle and bustle reduced to about a dozen vehicles including your single drive, at least there wasn’t much traffic. Your little two door, one seater car was great, it was sort of old but reliable. You finally arrive at your building, it was one of many in your sector. In sector 10 they build as tall as they can and then crammed as many tiny apartments as possible in there. Your building was nice enough to spare a little room for an elevator you know of many who couldn't be bothered. Your apartment if you could call it that was on the 9th floor you couldn’t imagine how many steps that would be. Imagine bringing your food order up all that way Ooof. You make your way past dozens of other apartment doors until you arrive at yours. You unlock it with your finger print and step inside. It really wasn’t much but it was yours. You’re welcomed by your tiny shoe box of a kitchen, you head into the door to your left, your bathroom, or shower room you suppose, it’s far too small for a bath, you clean up after a hard day's work and heat your rations for dinner. It was supposed to taste like chicken soup but it beats you what chicken is supposed to taste like. You’ve heard it’s a rich man's delicacy, apparently it’s a bird, you can’t see how a bird would be very practical to eat. You've only ever seen wrens and crows though, apparently the really desperate even eat those, you suppose it would probably be better then rat. Your thoughts? You’ll stick to your lab grown rations.

Then it was time to snuggle into bed. You open the door to reveal a bed, that's almost all you can fit in the incredibly small bedroom. You managed to squeeze a bedside table and a lamp in the room, but it was quite the squeeze, at least you have a window. Many aren’t as lucky. You flop on the bed pulling the covers over you and turning your lamp off. Hopefully you’ll sleep soundly. You’d press X to doubt but you can dream harold.

Or not. Hours tick by and you turn over once again. There was no point in laying here bored so you instead scroll through the Holoweb.

Articles on extinct animals, news of a possible storm later in the month, more news on the rich getting richer, more robot rights protests in the upper city again. Oh a couple articles on soulmates interesting, are soulmates real? if you were immortal would your soulmate keep coming back? Can robots have soulmates?

Surely you need a soul to have a soulmate no? As interesting as those articles seem, you'd rather just keep scrolling. Is caffeine plus affecting sleep? That could be it but there is no way you could drop it now you’re in too deep.

You read article title after article title until eventually you tire your eyes out and finally drift to sleep.

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[shan0blight]

My favorite genre of characters is the trope of two sides of the same coin. (Pt.1 Charlie and Cameron)

Charlie and Cameron:

Charlie is the delinquent of the story. He is the rebel and he is admired for that by classmates and even the fan base. He searches for validation in Mr.Keating because he needs that. Charlie as a character search’s for validation and attention through lashing out and breaking rules. And from the way the movie is set up and his conversation with Neil we can assume that Charlie doesn’t get that by his parents. This is more shown when he threatens to get expelled by Mr Nolan and Mr keating shares his displeasure with that. Charlie’s response is “I’d thought you’d like that”. This shows such a new part of Charlie’s character. Charlie inadvertently through this line is telling us that he seeks validation in higher authority he looks up too. Charlie has no conception of his consequences even after being beaten. He wants so deeply to be noticed and treated as what he preserves himself to be and through that he hurts himself. He is “choking on the bone” as Mr. Keating says which directly contrasts with Cameron.

Cameron is the tattle of the story. He is not the scapegoat but the butt of the joke. He is the up-tight “fink” who sucks up to teachers. Like Charlie he craves attention but not from Keating but from Nolan. Cameron wants attention and he does that through Mr Nolan by getting good grades and being the model student. But to no avail. He goes unnoticed and pushed in the background despite being Mr Nolans model student. Cameron works to be liked upon higher authority which is shown when he is the only one writing down the J. Evan’s Pritchard scale and how Keating describes his walk as trying to fit in. Cause that’s what Cameron wants to do. He wants to fit in and conceptualized himself to be better perceived by others of higher authority and intelligence. He never acts out of line and even when he does with the secret meetings he does it to insure the best interest in his friend group. Cameron notices the consequences of his actions and acts upon making them better.

Cameron and Charlie are two separable people who share such similar angsts. Charlie is defiant while Cameron is obedient. Charlie is a rule breaker while Cameron is a rule follower. In an outside perspective they are polar opposites but that is so far from the truth. They both share a major commonality that is the true message of the movie. They both are victims of conformity.

Charlie conforms himself in fitting outside the box (acting out for action do higher powers) unlike cameron who conforms himself to fit in. They both went to Mr. Keating class and they both learned the same thing. But why did Charlie end in a more favorable position at the end? It’s because Charlie had support. He will always be seen as a defined system of seizing the day while cameron will always be defined as a subject of conformity. Cameron every time he speaks or expresses his way of seizing the day he gets out down cause that’s unconventional. But Charlie expresses his way of seizing the day and he is loved. That’s why Charlie ends on a better note than cameron because he has SUPPORT!!!!

Charlie can sieze the day because he is what’s expected but Cameron can’t cause he is what everyone else is striving away from being.

Yes cameron did learn and hear what Mr keating was saying just like Charlie . But he saw the bad, he saw the reality of choking on the bone while Charlie is blind to it till told by his role model. Charlie doesn’t see the consequences of his actions when Neil passed but Cameron did. He saw Neil’s death as a direct consequence of him expressing himself outside of social norms. That’s why he got defensive.

Charlie is the tail of the coin. The sees the world blindly from behind while Cameron the head of the coin sees the world as it truly is.

I hope this makes sense lol 😭

[sofiadzzle]

TEACHER'S PET

PAIRINGS: college student!Y/N X professor!Mingyu

SYNOPSIS: Y/N hates the History subject and since she finds her professor hot and sexy, she finds a great way to earn an extra credit in his subject.

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, age gap, semi-public sex, rough sex, humiliation, impact play, bondage, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

Y/N was a couple of moments late. She surged up the steps to Professor Kim's study hall, attempting to quiet herself as she picked up the pace. History was her most awful subject, and she'd been very careless in appearing for his group. She needed every bit of assistance up until this point, when finals were just a week away. Therefore, she inquired of him as to whether she could obtain additional credit to make up for everything she had missed. At first he'd recently snickered and said "certainly you're joking! This semester, you have attended three out of ten classes! She definitely knew that, yet additionally realized he somewhat felt weak at the knees over her… continuously peering down her shirt at whatever point she wore a lowcut pullover, which she wore for only that reason recently, and continuously appearing to disrobe her with his eyes…

She could concede she wasn't terrible looking, at 25, with her long blonde wavy hair, adequate bosoms and full figure, yet she didn't think she was a knockout or anything, yet the manner in which Professor Kim saw her, that is the very thing he caused her to feel like… so she figured, "what in the world, perhaps I could utilize that for my potential benefit". She was rushing now to acquire that additional recognition. It was late in the early evening, and the school corridors hushed up generally, and would stay that way until the afternoon, when the night courses began.

After showing up at his study hall entryway, she paused for a minute to notice him. He was a tall man, standing a full 6'1, tall contrasted with her 5'6, with crush perm brown wavy hair and a pleasant firm body. Not excessively decrepit for a 32 year old single teacher. She watched him clearing his work area and considered what he had available for her, and assuming he did "that" frequently. She realized he planned to screw her, yet she additionally knew, it wouldn't resemble some other lay she'd at any point had… preparing herself, she strolled in the room, and shut the entryway behind her.

She said hello with a smile. Great evening Ms. Y/L/N, kindly stand here" he smiled, and highlighted a spot before his work area. He eliminated his tie and respected her short skirt as she strolled to the spot he'd demonstrated.

He was perched on the edge of his work area, and she remained before him. He requested that she pivot, and hold her hands behind her, which she did, albeit fearfully. " Do you have any issues with this?" As he began to tie her hands together with his preferred silk tie, he inquired.

"No sir" she inhaled, feeling a blend of dread and fervor well up inside her gut. He put his hands on her hips, and pulled her nearby body so she was resting up against his on the work area. She felt his excitement against her behind, and tenderly scoured against it, making him moan. He let his hands move freely over her entire body, touching her breasts, squeezing her stomach, and feeling her pussy. Pulling her hair away from her neck, he started kissing her, one hand squeezing her hard areola, the other, rubbing her clit through her underwear.

She was murmuring delicately, partaking in this, completely agreeable, until he expressed bluntly in her ear "You've been a terrible young lady… you should be rebuffed".

“Sir?” She inquired.

"Quiet down" he told her, and got up, taking her with him, and hanging her over his work area.

Her feet scarcely contacted the floor. She lay on her stomach, her arms, tied firmly despite her good faith, her head aside, body attempting to track down an agreeable position… Difficult there. " You've been extremely awful and horrible" he said.

"Yet, sir" she began… yet was removed by a sharp slap across her pantied fanny.

*WHAP* "OW!" She began, then, at that point, she felt one more *WHAP* She wheezed as he took her short skirt and removed her undies, feeling uncovered, feeling his hand rub her bare ass and pussy. She snorted as he pushed two fingers inside her, pushing all through her wetness, then yiped as he smacked her butt once more, HARD. " Ohhhh, that hurts Sir!" She groaned, then, at that point, felt another *SLAP*

As he slid down his pants and fighters, then, at that point, told her "On the off chance that your a little good girl, I might try and fuck you", he said as he scoured his rooster against her opening.

She tried to lean back on his shaft, but she was hit hard for doing so. She felt his fingers in her hair, pulling, and the fingers of the other playing with her clit. He was warbling to her, "you love this, don't you slut, mmmmm, you have such a tight cunt, need me to play with it?", As he slid in three fingers and siphoned them all through her briefly, then, at that point, returned to stimulating her clit.

"Definitely" she murmured, breathing hard.

"What?" * [SMACK] WHAP* "I didn't hear that baby, want to say once more?" Furthermore, he push 3 fingers inside her once more, profoundly, holding them there, feeling her press them with her twat muscles. Her pussy was dribbling wet, and he scoured a portion of that pleasantness on her tight butt hole, gradually sliding a finger in. Hearing her wheeze, he said "Goodness no doubt, whore, let me know what you need!" Hand actually grasping her hair, he siphoned his pounding rooster with the other, against her wet grab, willing her to ask for it.

She was wriggling, battling against her bonds, grating her pussy against the work area, attempting to rest back on his shaft, which was being scoured against her opening

"Goodness PLEASE Sir, Please, fuck me!"

“What?” He said, as he smacked her sweet ass once more.

“Please!!!” She asked, feeling him slide in only the head, she fixed and crushed it with her twat, willing him to slide it in. " I need your cock deep inside me! Oh, professor, please FUCK my CUNT! PLEASE!” She groaned.

With two hands on her hips, he smashed himself profoundly inside her snugness, snorting and gasping as he over and again beat in and out, not halting. She was in joy, feeling his balls slap against her clit, she moaned and asked for him to give it to her, make her cum. He pulled her head back with one hand, pulling her body back somewhat, so he could press her bosom, and generally squeeze her areola, then smacked her butt cheek and pulled on it as he proceeded with his attack with his profoundly pushing shaft.

He generally and ceaselessly kneaded her butt cheeks, as he plunged, adoring the manner in which they became pink, cherishing her groaning, he was near his climax. He accelerated because he could feel her entire body becoming tense and beginning to buck.

"Cum for me you bitch, I want to feel everything smooth and wet in here", underscoring 'here' with a profound push. " He panted, "Cream my cock, slut!" "Do it baby!" Fuck my rooster you whore", ramming into her, gasping as she shouted her climax. As her pussy exploded, his pounding shaft could take no more, and he push his full sticky cum inside her, he snorted long and hard, pulling her hair and her hips to empower him to profoundly push. She was sucking every last drop of him out of his spurting shaft. He stayed inside her briefly, resting. Both were gasping, touchy.

He loosened her wrists, and pulled her up from the work area. As the professor put on his boxers and slacks, she rubbed her wrists and watched with wide eyes and a sparkle in her eyes. While she fixed her skirt, she searched for her underwear, yet didn't see them. She trusted he found them before another understudy did. Wouldn't THAT take some making sense of on the teacher's part she thought and laughed to herself.

"Ms. Y/L/N, see yourself as to some extent got up to speed" he said, and made a sound as if to speak. " I think a couple of more after-class visits, and you'll be up to speed quickly" he said with a wry grin.

She quickly lost the shocked expression on her face. It was immediately supplanted with a little grin, and a gesture.

"So, tomorrow?" He inquired.

"Tomorrow Sir" she replied. She gradually left, feeling his eyes bore in to her, causing her to feel warm everywhere, previously expecting days to come visit.

After she shut the entryway behind her, he arrived at under the work area, got her torn underwear, and put them in his coat pocket, and grinned.