#studentxprofessor

[fallenangelkitten]

Obedience

Synopsis: After finally getting the object of Professor Walker’s desires, he has her warm him under his desk.

Warnings: au August Walker, Professor!August, oral, cock warming, exhibition/public, StudentxProfessor, choking, presumed age gap, August’s pov

Note: This is part two to Examination and I highly recommend reading it first!!

The sounds of keys clicking echoed throughout the auditorium. It was the day of a major exam; one that took up a large percentage of my students' final grade for my class. I expected excellence out of them. Nothing less than perfection.

A soft slurp filled my ears.

That wouldn’t do.

I gave a quick tug on the belt in my left fist, pulling her forward and forcing even more of my cock past her lush lips.

My beautiful little angel.

Her bright eyes held mine as I cocked a brow. I felt myself twitch against the back of her throat. The feel of her was euphoric, but she had one job. One measly little task.

After months of watching her, cumming to the images of her in my brain, I finally had her. She was still so innocent. I was going to claim that- in every way. Starting with putting her beneath my desk, my dick down her throat and belt squeezing against her neck.

She was to only take me deep and keep still. Couldn’t have an auditorium full of hundreds of students hearing the suction of her cheeks or the dirty little moans she makes when my tip continually hits the back of her throat. She had to follow my orders.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I stroked her hair. She was doing so well for me. I stroked her cheek and brought my thumb down to the side of her mouth, catching the drool that inevitably began to pool. As discreetly as I could, I brought my thumb to my lips, savoring the sweet taste of her.

I resumed grading the exams that had already been submitted, bringing my attention back up to my students. All of their heads were down, none the wiser. I couldn’t help the smirk of satisfaction I wore.

Her tongue gently moved on the underside of my cock, causing me to halt and take in a sharp breath. I looked down to see her pleading eyes, head trying to pull away. I slowly pulled on the belt, bringing her lips back up my length. I needed the warmth of her mouth.

A ring of pink lipgloss stained the base, little flecks of glitter shining up at me. Fuck, she was so cute. I’d make her wear it everytime.

Be a good little girl, I mouthed to her.

I didn’t dignify her with my attention for the rest of the allotted exam period. Not a glance. Just a tight hold on the belt that pressed against her lovely throat. I looked over to the seat she usually occupied, now left empty.

Now that I had my angel, I was not letting her go.

Fuck that. And fuck the consequences.

[burninmars]

guilty as sin | baeksoo

tags: studentxprofessor, smut, rom-com

Kyungsoo always thought art criticism would be boring. That was until Professor Byun Baekhyun, with his almond-scented hair and goth aesthetic, walked into his life. Obsessed, Kyungsoo tries everything to get Baekhyun’s attention. Amid art classes and stolen glances, Kyungsoo finds himself in a dangerous game of seduction and forbidden desire. With a mix of boldness and charm, he’ll do whatever it takes to break down the barriers between student and teacher.

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[ocrpfinder]

✨🩰hi!! 24f looking for a 20+ partner to write a studentxprofessor plot with me as the student! i’m open to many themes, including dark ones, and many settings, such as a magical school, the FBI academy, etc. discord is my main platform so interact here and i’ll get back to you!

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[findroleplay]

Hello all :)) 23y/o M Roleplayer here with over 10+ years of experience now seeking out 20+y/o roleplay partners! I'm looking for both mxm and mxf pairings (so long as I can play a male I'm happy) and I write only on discord. If you love chatting ooc and plot building, gushing about our characters, sharing moodboards and playlists- then I'm your guy! I am looking for fandomless plots this time around, i tend to lean more towards slice of life, and I am advanced literate to novella in terms of length. Some tropes include: -StudentxProfessor -Childhood friends to lovers -Enemies to lovers -Historical forbidden romance - College roommates

and many more!! DM on here if interested, thanks sm!!

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[philsmeatylegss]

I can handle a college studentxprofessor au because at least they’re adults but high school? No fucking way. They always try to make them seem less creepy too by saying the teacher character is like, 21 😭 like I don’t think you’re even out of teacher school by then

Nah I can’t even do college

[1-800-imagines]

no control. |h.s| (on Wattpad) - click the title to read (:

 Rowan Watson is a sophomore at Dartmouth. She had everything going for her. A boyfriend, a great job, a best friend. But what happens when she finds herself unexpectedly drawn towards her professor, Dr. Styles? Will limits her tested? Will she give up control of her seemingly perfect life?

hi! go read my harry fic if you love me, please and thanks

[dusktilldawnzayn]

My Professor // Z.M. - Ch. Three (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/9howTrfeHK "Why don't you answer me?" I spoke since he is freaking me out. Meanwhile, my back hits the back door since it's close. Realizing I can't back up anymore and he keeps getting closer, slowly. No one knows we are in here. Alone. Together. "What do you mean?" He is too close and my heart is racing. He rest both of his palms on the wooden door, each beside of my head, while his tall frame in front of me, feeling trapped. "Y-you know what I mean." I stutter. I make sure to take in his scent one more time, a man. "I don't." He spoke softly. Breathing heavily. We stare at each other's eyes for awhile. God, he is attractive, but frightening at the same time - Copyright © 2017-18, zaddysugar. All rights reserved.

[thedisorderedpsychologist]

Does anyone else’s heart break a lil if they go a day without seeing their TC? Even just a glance makes my day

[ill-skillsgard]

(about the studentxprofessor request, I don't mean them in high school environment! But in college, sorry if that sounded creepy)

I figured as much because high schools don't have professors 😉

[empressanais]

if i write a Jerza College StudentXProfessor fic will anyone read it??? i have this idea but i don’t wanna waste time on it if no one will read it

[alexroyard]

Im not into studentXprofessor but damn im gay for all the female lis

Jsfknc i was so ready to go complain abt pb not changing the dialogue for the female version but I guess you can consider me impressed?

[milieumarch]

Classroom Distractions

This is almost entirely fluff as a break from a really angsty one-shot I’ve also been working on.  I have some other stuff in the works (including a canon one-shot, AU one-shot, and multi-chap), but I thought I’d get this out.  Hope you enjoy!

FFN | AO3

Summary: Professor Killian Jones’ history lecture gets a surprise visitor. (NOT StudentxProfessor)

Everybody taking one of Professor Killian Jones’ lectures knew Mrs. Jones.  Or, if they didn’t know she was actually his wife, they knew the blonde woman who he called “Swan” and who occasionally snuck into the room and made their professor’s always excited grin grow even wider.

She first appeared in the middle of his Ancient, Medieval, and Renaissance Political Theory lecture about three lectures into the class.  About one-third of the female population was drooling over the handsome professor with the accent talking about the Spartan system of government when the blonde woman slid into the room and sat in the chair behind his desk as he lectured in front of the projector.

The students who first noticed her assumed she was an older student who was either playing a prank or trying to catch the eye of Professor Jones by doing something bold. However, when the man caught sight of her, he merely smiled and asked, “Well, Swan, since you seem so eager to learn, can you tell me who first imposed this code of laws on Sparta?”

She frowned thoughtfully and responded, “Lucretius?”

He chuckled. “Lycurgus, love.  But I can tell you’re listening.”  He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before turning back to his class.  “Let’s go ahead and take our break now.  Five minutes and be back here.”

As the students stood up and stretched, the professor sat on his desk and pulled the woman to her feet between his knees.

“Is this how you treat all your students who get answers wrong?” Emma teased, kissing his cheek.

“You should see what happens when they get them right.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Where did I even get the name Lucretius?  Is that another one of your historical crushes?”

“The only person I have a crush on is you, Swan.  Well, maybe Sam Bellamy, but this class doesn’t get up to his time.  But Lucretius, Epicurean philosopher known for first particles, the void, and the swerve.  We can read some De Rerum Natura at home if you’d like.  I’ve got a copy of the original Latin.”  He grinned impishly.

“How could I pass up an offer like that?  Now, don’t you have a class to be teaching?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind their break being a little longer,” he mumbled before kissing her softly.

Emma pulled back after a couple seconds.  “Professor Jones, is this for extra credit?”

He growled and rested his forehead on hers.  “Insufferable woman.”  He kissed her one more time then stepped back.  “I do have to teach now.  Are you staying or will I see you at home?”

“Oh, I’m staying. Without me here, you’ll get into some heated academic debate again and I won’t see you until midnight.”  She settled back into his chair and he signaled to his class to take their seats.

After that day, both Professor Jones’ political theory and English history lectures saw Emma at least once a week, often twice.  Sometimes she got a question tossed at her, while others he waited for the break or the end before walking over to the woman.  Tales about the handsome professor and his blonde wife were soon widespread across the history department.

One day, right before midterms, Emma walked in and practically collapsed in the chair. Usually she attentively listened and watched the professor, but this day, she crossed her arms on the table and rested her head on them.  Within minutes, she was asleep.

Killian noticed this and slid his blazer off his shoulders before crossing the front of the room and settling the jacket over her.  This earned him an ‘Awww!’ from most of the girls in the room, as they’d all long abandoned their crushes on him in favor of admiring his relationship with Emma.  He smiled sheepishly and continued with the lecture until it was time to go to break.

“Swan, wake up,” he whispered as the students relaxed.  “You’re ruining my street cred as the meanest professor.”

She smiled blearily at him.  “I heard it was hottest.”

“Either way, love, there’s already enough actual students sleeping through my War of the Roses lecture. Why are you here and not at home in a bed?”

Emma stood and leaned against him with her head on his shoulder.  “Wanted to see you.  Home is quiet when you’re not there.”

He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.  “Love, you’d sleep much better.”

“Not without you.”

“Will you at least go sleep on the couch in my office?  It’s far more comfortable.  I’ll be back there in an hour or so.”

She nodded against his collarbone as he handed her his set of keys.  “I love you.”

“Love you too.  Now go get some rest.”  He kissed her forehead once more before nudging her towards the door.

It was only a couple weeks after this incident that everyone in Killian’s English history lecture got a mysterious email:

If you are receiving this email, it is because you are a member of Professor Jones’s English History: The Ancients to the Stuarts lecture.  Please be in the Hodges Lecture Hall on Tuesday at 5:30 pm.  This will be worth part of your final grade.

Jones

The students milled into the large room around the requested time only to be met, not by their professor, but by the blonde woman.

“Hi, everyone!” she said into the microphone of the podium.  “Uh, I don’t normally address you.  Also I lied about this determining your grade.  But Thursday, when you have your next history lecture is Kill—Professor Jones’ birthday.  And I owe him some embarrassment from my last birthday.  So can you help me out?”

There were murmurs of assent throughout the crowd.

“Well, I’ve got lots of noisemakers.  And these party hats.  So if you each take one of each and show up a couple of minutes early for class that day, I’ll make sure that he’s not early.  And when he walks in, just make as much noise as possible or sing happy birthday or something.  Can you do that?”

The students scrambled to grab the cone-shaped hats and noisemakers from the desk that Emma had them laid out on.  She offered them a shy smile as they passed by her and many of them nodded in return.

Two days later, Professor Jones’ lecture hall was filled with college students donning party hats with noisemakers in their hands five minutes before the class began.

Fifteen seconds before the class was supposed to begin (the latest Professor Jones has ever been), he stumbled into the room.  “Sorry for my tardiness.”

The whole room exploded with kazoo-like sounds and shouts of “Happy birthday, Professor!”  In one corner, a group of students started up some off-key singing.

Professor Jones nearly dropped his notes at all the noise then looked up with an amused grin on his lips. His eyes darted to the doorway that he had just entered through where Emma was doubled over in laughter.  He strode back over to her and wrapped his arms around her middle before spinning her.

He dragged her over to the podium and gestured for her to speak.  “He’s blushing.  Thanks, guys!” she chuckled.  “Uh, have a good class.”

She tried to make her way to the door, but the professor pulled her into his side.  “Thank you, all!  But now, if you’re done conspiring with my wife, I’d like you to put away the hats and we can get back to your educations.”

Emma kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, Killian.”

“I love you, Swan,” he murmured back, releasing her.  With a small wave to the class, Emma walked out of the room and Killian pulled up the slideshow for the day.

“Hey, Jones!”

Killian turned from the printer to see one of the other history professors waving at him.

“Locksley!  Don’t you have young minds to be corrupting?”

Robin laughed as he walked over.  “I could say the same to you.  But I’ve been hearing some interesting whispers amongst the students.”

“Are they planning a mutiny?”

“They always are. But no, these are some of the students in your lecture.  They’re talking about some blonde who’s frequently spotted sneaking into your lecture hall?”  Robin waggled his eyebrow.

“Aye, that would be Emma. Since she’s out catching the bad guys a lot of evenings, she visits during the day.”

“She’s not disturbing you, is she?  I don’t need to call campus safety and have her escorted from the premises.”

“Sod off.  You’re just jealous because your wife won’t visit you since she’s too busy ruling the town.”

“Regina visited me just last week,” Robin replied smugly.

Killian grinned. “Emma visited yesterday.”

“We can’t all have your fairytale romance.  Just wanted to give you a heads-up that the head of the department knows about her, but says that he won’t say anything as long as she’s not disrupting anything.”

“You are the head of the department, you git.”

“Exactly.”

Emma’s entrances into the lectures brought only cute, affectionate moments until one day a few weeks before finals.

A little over half-an-hour before the end of a political theory lecture, Emma snuck in.  She looked exhausted and was clutching her arm to her chest.  Killian looked at her warmly but did a double take as he registered a cut on her arm and the way the skin below her eye was swelling and darkening.

“Swan,” he cried in a strangled voice.  Then, a bit louder, voice shaking a bit and eyes not leaving his wife, “Class is dismissed. I’ll hold extra office hours sometime to make up for it.”

The students confusedly packed up their things as Killian rushed to Emma’s side.

“Emma, love,” he murmured.

“He was a bit meaner than expected,” she replied.  “But I got him.”  She gave him a weak smile.

“Come on, darling. We’re going to the hospital.”  He pulled on her uninjured arm.

“Killian, it’s fine. I just need some rest.  You didn’t have to end your class.”

“No, Swan.  That arm needs to be looked at.  And that cut probably needs some tending, too.”

“Killian,” she protested weakly.

“Swan,” he grumbled, “no arguments.”  He tilted his forehead until it was resting against hers.  “Please, love?  For me?”

She nodded.  “I’m sorry, Killian.  I should’ve been more alert.”

“No, love, this is not on you.  You’re here, love, and you’re going to be okay,” he responded, pulling her to her feet and leading her out the door.

Two days later, Professor Jones was starting his lecture for English history when a student raised her hand.

“A question!  Yes?”

“How’s Emma?”

Killian blinked. “Er, I was expecting questions about the English Civil War.”  He trailed off but the students continued to stare at him expectantly.  “Well, she’s back at home pouting with a broken arm. But she’s okay.  Going to drive me up the wall.”  The students laughed.  “But okay.” He paused.  “Wait a second, didn’t that happen in my other class?  How do you all know about it?”

The class responded with a chorus of names of students in his other lecture.

“Are you telling me that my students are gossiping with each other about my wife?”

A resounding “Yes!” from the class.

Professor Jones scoffed. “Use all that free time for studying! Now, back to Cromwell.”

He gave his lecture on the disturbances of the English government and then dismissed the class. Several of his students gathered near his podium to speak to him.

“Oh, hello. Provocative lecture,” he muttered to himself before turning to the first in line.

“I just wanted to ask you to tell Emma that we hope she’s better soon,” the young woman started.

“Ah, yes, okay. I’m sure she would agree with that sentiment.  Uh, thank you.”

“Thanks, Professor Jones. Good lecture today.”  She scampered off.

One of the young men from his class was next.  “Uh, tell Emma I hope she gets well soon.  She gave me some advice for my paper in this class a few weeks ago and it really helped.”

“When has Emma been giving advice to my students?”

“It was a while ago. You were talking to someone after class or something.”

“Oh, well, I’ll pass on the notice.  I’ll even give her your name.  You’re Henry Mills, right?”

“Yeah.  Bye, Professor Jones!”

Killian looked at the eight or so other students lined up.  “Are all of you here to send Emma your well-wishes?”

They nodded simultaneously.

Killian grinned. “I will tell her that the class was quite concerned about her health.  Will that do?”

They thanked him and left the lecture hall swiftly.

“Maybe you should teach this class, lass,” Killian teased his wife.

Emma rolled her eyes. “I don’t know anything about Machiavelli.”

“I think my students like you more than me.”

“That’s because I’m not the one grading their finals,” she retorted.  Killian was standing between her legs while she was perched on his desk before the lecture started.  “So, what’s on the syllabus for today, teach?”

“You already guessed it. Machiavelli.  Specifically, his discussion on republics, Discourses on Livy.”

“Oh, Dr. Jones, you do know how to make a girl swoon.”

“Just wait until you hear me talk about devolutions towards tyranny.”  His lips met hers for a few seconds.  “Are you sure you want to be here listening to me ramble and not in my office, maybe elevating that arm?”  He gave a pointed glare to the cast around her left arm.

“Not my first broken bone.  Plus, who will beat back all your admirers once you start talking about the falls of empires?”

“Didn’t you hear me say that they like you more than me?  I’d be more concerned about your admirers.”  He pinched her side which elicited giggles from her.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to watch each other’s backs.  I won’t take my eyes off of you.”

He winked at her. “I would despair if you did.” With a final chaste kiss (and whistles from some of the students), he called his class to order.

Killian walked into his English history lecture on the last day carrying the feared stack of papers: final exams.

“The day is finally here! Exams today and don’t forget that your research papers are due by midnight on Fri—”  He trailed off as he caught sight of the projector turned on. “Did one of you hack into the projector?”

Several students giggled and then an image flashed onto the screen.  The professor smiled widely and turned back to the students.

“Can I go grab Emma from my office and show her this?”

He got several “yes’s” and shooing motions from the class, so he bolted through the door.  He came back a minute later, exams still clutched to his chest in one hand and other hand dragging Emma through the door.

“Swan, look at what these punks did!”  He grinned and turned her to the projector.

Emma laughed at the screen and pressed into his side.  Killian quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple.

“It’s almost like they think it will get them extra credit on this exam!” he shouted in the direction of the class, eliciting several groans.  He strode over to the podium as Emma slipped out of the room. “All right, we’ve had our fun.  But now it’s exam time.  And essays on Friday!”

He passed the exams to each row and then settled into his desk chair, looking up at the screen with one last chuckle.

There was a picture obviously taken with a mediocre cell phone camera from afar of he and Emma talking during some break and underneath was the caption:

Storybrooke University’s Cutest Couple Killian and Emma Jones

[onceuponaprincessworld]

CaptainSwan Fanfictions Rec

Hello Beautiful Fandom, here is some of my favorites ONE-SHOTS of our now married couple!!! Some are old, some are new, hope you enjoy!

We Got Us,     lifeinahole

How they got together is mostly a run-of-the-mill story. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. A strange and complicated courtship followed. All that really matters to either of them is that they're happy. They're in love. They're miles away from anyone who cares if they are in a relationship or not. Which means their peace can't last, of course.

The Morning, and Then Some, of the Day After,   Sambethe

This wasn't exactly the trip he'd had in mind. He'd be an idiot to say he minded in the least. 

Fake Your Death, literatiruinedme

Hospital attendings au.

Access Granded,  Swanandapirate

This is a AU where Emma works for FBI  and Killian is a hacker.

Life with(out) you,   Swanandapirate

Ship It,  lifeinahole

College professors turned secret dating au.

280 Days,  canwetalkaboutcaptainswan

Captain Swan twin pregnancy fic! 

It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That), alwaysaprilia

Prince Killian of Misthaven was never meant to rule-as the second son, he was content to let the limelight and responsibility fall upon his older brother, the Crown Prince Liam, while he lived a carefree life of adventure, tempting danger at every turn-much to the consternation of his body guard and best friend, Captain Emma Swan.

After Liam’s untimely death, the entire Kingdom is thrown into a tailspin, and none worse than Killian and Emma. Killian must now step up to the role he was never meant to play, and Emma must deal with the consequences of falling in love with her charge, the Prince who would be King.

AND ALL THIS DEVOTION,  stophookingatmeswan

Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘,  startswithhope

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!)

Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer,  goddesswan 

Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat.

Savior Ink,  startswithhope

“Every artist has their signature and hers, well it’s cover-ups. Sometimes it’s to mask a now unwanted tat but her favorite is to cover a scar, or as she likes to explain to her clients, honor it. She gets a rush at taking something unwanted and turning into something to cherish.“

Classroom Distractions,  beardetective

Everybody taking one of Professor Killian Jones' lectures knew Mrs. Jones. Or, if they didn't know she was actually his wife, they knew the blonde woman who he called "Swan" and who occasionally snuck into the room and made their professor's always excited grin grow even wider. (NOT StudentxProfessor)

I'm Stuck in Here with You, TryingforTrueGrit

Emma and Killian have a big brother kid sister dynamic. They each have feelings for one another but believe those feelings to be be unrequited. Trapped in Dave's closet, those feelings become harder to suppress.

Not Quite On The Same Page,  Nostalgia_101

Roommates AU where best friends Emma and Killian keep choosing the most inopportune times to confess their deeper feelings to one another.

Rm 6725,  HelloTragic

Emma Swan is having a horrible day, and just when she thinks things might look up, she gets stuck with a very cranky patient, but God is he gorgeous.

Nurse Emma Swan.

Off The Menu,   kissmelikeapirate

The kitchen was too small for two chefs: especially when one was an arrogant flirt who was after HER job.

An Open Book,  hookedonbooks22

Emma Swan moved to Storybrooke in search of the sense of peace she'd always longed for.

She hadn't realized that she might find it between the pages of a book.

Or in the person who wrote it.

Dumbledore Guy,   dameofpowellestate

When Emma was born she was marked with, in her opinion, the worst soulmate mark anyone could ever have. People are born marked with the first words their true love would ever say to them, and Emma's happened to spoil one of the greatest plot twists of all time.                                                             

 A Seasick Crocodile,   nowforruin 

After one too many bad setups, Emma thinks the best way to get out of another blind date is to tell her sister-in-law she already has a boyfriend. But when her brother makes the assumption she's dating Killian Jones, Emma just might need a Christmas miracle to pull it off.

To Repair a Heart ,  Ice_Cube44

In the 1950's Pediatric Cardiology was a fairly new field. But that didn't stop Doctor Killian Jones from accepting that as a challenge. When Emma Swan brings her young son Henry to his office with a rare birth defect that threatens his very life, they will have to fight together in order to save his life. That's all there is - she's his patient's mother and he's her son's doctor. Until that isn't all there is. 

Take a Picture It'll Last Longer,  imhookedonaswan

Emma Swan doesn't want to lie about her relationship with Killian Jones, friend and roommate of her best friend's boyfriend, but she cannot face Mary Margaret's "I told you so" face. The easiest thing to do is just pretend to hate each other.

Unexpected,  Hookedonapirate

“I don’t know how to say this, love, but I think you’re pregnant

Between Brothers,   madjm

Killian never meant to fall for his brother’s girl.

all our friends want us to fall in love,   midwestwind

“I don’t do relationships,” she says as Killian takes a large bite out of his half of the grilled cheese. He raises an eyebrow at the non sequitur.

“Okay,” Killian says, dragging the word out, once his mouth is no longer full.

“I just don’t want you to get any ideas about what this,” she motions between them, “is. I’m not interested in anything more than what we’re doing now.”

(emma swan meets killian jones at a wedding. you know where that leads.)

And Now, Here's Your Host,  cereal

"We need to pick a lane, Emma. We go full on with the internet-friendly bits and schtick, or we give the viewers another reason to watch — our numbers are too dependent on the guests right now, we want everyone tuning in every time." (a 'Tonight Show' AU with Emma as the host and Killian as the new bandleader!)

Civic Duty,  VickyVicarious

After three months of Killian going on about some girl named Swan, Liam gets impatient with waiting for his little brother to introduce him to his girlfriend, and decides to take matters into his own hands. ...In a suitably embarrassing way to punish him for the delay, of course. 

Hat Trick,   bookstoreromantic

When Killian Jones, the Rangers’ star right-winger, breaks his hand after blocking a shot, Emma is tapped to get him healed and back on the ice. 

Holding On For Your Call,   seastarved

A little fic because I have feelings about them growing old together. Inspired by the Underworld phone line in 5x16 and set in some happily ever after where Killian and Emma have the time to build their lives together.

I'll Cover You,   PhiraLovesLoki

A contest radically alters the relationship between Emma Swan and Killian Jones, lead singers of two local bands. Captain Swan Battle of the Bands AU.

It Was Certain,   tnlph

When your best friend insists you marry him for free health insurance, you go with it.

[shift-shaping]

@historygirl1984 I'm not sure why tumblr won't let me tag you, but hopefully you see this! All of my fics have warnings on them, which includes a "studentXprofessor" warning when relevant. However, I will be much better about tagging fics with a "professor solas" tag when necessary, as well as a studentXprofessor tag for blacklists~ Thanks for the reminder ❤️

[orginalme-angellyrics]

College Gay writing promts

Coffee shop boy worker meets a troublesome boy at the shop late one night. The two talk since no one or every little people are around. 

Two opposites end up being set up in a dorm together. They discover that they can challenge each other and help each other as well.

A freshman boy movies into a dorm house, hasn’t really ever had friends and is super awkward. A bad boyish type boy and his friends all have lived in the dorm house since their freshman year. They help their new room mate out of his awkwardness. The bad boyish guy and the freshman boy fall in love.

College guy and his professor hookup and things get awkward after that, could be a possible mpreg if you want.