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tvgals · 10 months

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‘ PRETTY IN PINK ‘

harvard professor! toji x black! elle woods! reader

getting into harvard law was a piece of cake, but somehow getting into your professors pants was harder!

cw: black! reader, age gap by like 15 years, set in 2001

ENJOY !

you pull your pink satin eye mask over your bonnet and stretch. today was the day, the day you’d finally get professor fushiguro to give in. you’ve had your eye on him since you were a freshman, his brood and sarcastic demeanor making him even more attractive. you hop out of your bed and start to get ready. after half an hour of doing what you need to do, you grab your bella louis vuitton tote and slide into your heels, walking out the door. arriving to your first class you’re already out of breath, not from the route there, of course not, but the fact your english teacher, is sitting on toji’s desk. laughing. you purse your lips together and stare, holding your designer purse in front of you. it didn’t take long for toji to notice the girl wearing all pink in his doorway.

“need something?” toji said in his oh so deep and gravely voice. “oh no! i was just about to ask a question but i see you’re already talking to someone. i’ll be on my way.” and with that you speed walk down the hall, the familiar clacking of your heels against the schools polished marble floor getting further and further. tears well in your eyes, but why? it’s not like you and toji are dating, and if you two were, you’d be sure you still wouldn’t let these fat tears roll down your face. you race to the bathroom and push your bottom eyelids up on the way, forcing them to close. once you arrive you take the biggest stall there is and sit on the toilet, hiding your face in your hands. after about six minutes of sulking by yourself, you hear another pair of heels clacking against the floor.

“y/n?” spoke your english teacher. “yes?” you respond, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying. “toji doesn’t like crybabies. i know you’ve been trying to get in his pants and all, but don’t bring the whole class down because you can’t handle your urges.” and with that, she leaves, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. the day just started. it’s only 7:30 in the morning. you take a moment to regather yourself, and walk out. this has been terrible already. you walk into your first class and sigh, ten minutes late. you’ve never been late a day in your life! you plop down in an open seat and grab your notebook, jotting down notes when it’s needed. everyone has had their eyes on you since you’d came here, your bold style and personality attracting attention wherever you went. now was not a good day to have eyes all on you. your usual behavior being a stark contrast to your now sad and mopey one.

“y/n stay after class please.” you teacher slips in during a lecture, you were lucky you caught it unless you’d be in for a treat. class was over and you stood by your teachers desk. “yes?” you ask, fiddling with the straps of your purse. “you’re never late. is something wrong?” she asks. your calculus teacher was a nice old white lady who wore a huge pair of wired glasses. “nope. just tired from exams and stuff.” you chuckle, fidgeting with your hair. “okay okay. well, make sure you get your eight hours to stay beautiful.” she grins. you leave with a “thank you.” and go to your next class.

lunch rolled around and you decided to make your way into toji’s classroom, standing in the doorway as seductively as you could. “hey, toji.” you say, rocking back and forth on your heel. “y/n.” toji says without even looking up from the paper he was grading. “could i speak to you?” you ask, walking towards toji and stopping in front of his desk. toji looks up at you through his glasses a smirk adorning his face. “speak.” toji tells you, looking up at you fully. “is there anyway i could get extra credit?” you ask, putting your louis vuitton bag on his desk, starting to unbutton the top of your blazer. toji starts laughing, standing up and towering over you. you look up at him, swallowing hard.

“you think seducing me will get me to want you more?” he asks, pulling you into his body into the small of your back. he leans down into your ear, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “because it’s working…” he says, trailing his hand down your skirt. you let out a sigh, bringing your arms around his neck. “lunch ends in 10 minutes…” you whine out, propping yourself against toji’s desk. toji looks up at you with a hungry stare. “better cum in 10 minutes then…” toji chuckled, pulling your panties to the side and slipping two fingers into your cunt with a groan. “look at you.” he grins. “what’s your grade?” toji asks, making casual conversation.

“a…b minus..” you whine, arching your back. “mmm…you’re a smart girl. i don’t have any idea how you have a b minus in my class. it’s as if you’ve been planning this for a while.” toji smiles, pumping his fingers faster. he was catching onto you. it was as if he knew your every move. when you only responded with breathy moans and a whine of “five minutes left…” toji grinned at you, curving his fingers — hitting that spongey spot in you. you arch your back and cum on toji’s finger with a high pitched moan. toji slaps his hand over your mouth and takes his fingers out of you, sucking on his fingers.

“go to class.” he says, popping his fingers from his plush lips.

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lovelycassy · 1 year

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Ok hear me out, a Lorenzo Berkshire imagine where him and the reader are dating and she gets hurt during a girl day with pansy 😌

Hexed

Summary: Ever since you and Lorenzo started dating a week ago, you noticed a certain slytherin who always seems to be glaring at you. It only took some time before they take action against you.

Pairing: Lorenzo/Enzo x fem!reader

House: any

Blood status: pureblood

Word count: 1,588

Warning(s) : some violence, a lil cursing, a kissing scene that’s barely there, pet names (love & darling), not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: I am so sorry anon I didn't check my ask box for a rlly long time so I didn't notice that I already had requests 😭 I hope you didn’t wait that long but here it is though. btw this is my first fic so pls bear with me if its cringy I'm trying

Also forgive me if pansy, lorenzo and Daphne are not so in character these are just how I imagine their personalities are

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It was a sunny friday afternoon and you were going to your last class of the day. You were thinking of what you were going to do the next day when you heard someone call your name from behind.

"Y/n!" they called. You turned around and saw your best friend Pansy running down the hallway.

"Yes?" You answered

Pansy caught her breath before she asked, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?"

"not much, just going to stay in my dorm all day I guess, why?"

"I was thinking that we should have a girl's day, you know just the two of us, shopping at hogsmeade. Since our NEWTS are coming up and I know its gonna take a lot of our time, tomorrow is the perfect time for us to hang out before we have to stress about our exams. So, what do you say?" She said, with her eyes almost looking like she’s pleading for you to say yes.

You thought for a while. You didn't have anything else to do aside from sleeping and staying in your bed all day anyway. You also finished all your homework yesterday, you just need to hope that your last professor gives mercy on all of you students and lets you go without any homework.

"Okay sure, I need a break from school anyway." You finally answered.

"Great! Let's meet at the great hall at 9am, sound good?"

"Yep, see you tomorrow Pans!"

"Bye!"

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"Thank god we don't have any homework assigned today" you muttered as you entered the slytherin common room, heading to your boyfriend's dorm.

You knocked 3 times before you heard someone answer from inside;

"Who is it?“ Lorenzo shouted

"It's just me" you answered

"Oh alright, the door's open"

You entered and saw him sitting on his bed, reading a book. He already changed out of his robes and wore some comfy clothes.

He looked up from his book the second you entered the room.

"Hey darling, how's your day?" He asked

"Tiring, how's yours?" You said while taking off your robe and putting it on the coat rack

"It's alright, if you exclude the fact that seamus almost set the classroom and everyone in it on fire in potions."

"Wow, that bad?"

"Yeah, luckily snape was there. But of course he had to take points off Gryffindor because of the chaos Seamus created."

By now you had already changed into some comfortable clothes and was climbing in bed "But everyone was okay, right?"

"Of course, but enough about my day. Tell me what happened to yours?" He said, while cuddling you putting you on top of him

"Well pansy came to me a few hours ago, asking me to go on a girl's day with her tomorrow at hogsmeade. Since our exams are coming up she wants to hangout before we all get busy studying."

"And what did you answer her?"

"I said yes of course she's my best friend"

"I thought you said we're going to spend the whole day together tomorrow?" He looked down at you with a pouty face

"I said on sunday, love"

"No you definitely said Saturday"

"I'm pretty sure I said sunday"

"Fine you did"

"I promise you on sunday I'm all yours, okay? No one is going to disturb us."

"Alright fine"

Before you could say anything else he suddenly flipped both of you and he was on top of you

“Love what are you trying to do right now?”

“What I’ve wanted to do since classes ended”

Then you felt his lips on yours

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You were roughly making out for about 5 minutes now when you both heard a knock on the door.

"You lovebirds done? Its nearly dinner already so stop making out and let's go to the great hall." Theo groaned from the other side of the door.

"Okay okay we're coming" you said fixing yourself up

"Cmon lets just stay behind they won't even mind" Enzo complained

"Sorry love but as a human being I also need food plus I'm starving" you were walking to the door when you turned around and saw him on the bed with a pouting like face

"We could continue after dinner." You said with a smirk

That made him run to the great hall.

*timeskip to the next day*

You and Pansy have been shopping for almost 2 hours now. You suggested you guys eat lunch first before continuing your shopping spree

Once you guys were finished, you were both deciding the next store you were going to when you saw a certain slytherin walking towards you with her gang. The one who has been rude to you since you and Lorenzo started dating, Daphne Greengrass. Let’s pretend she didn’t like theodore and liked lor

It was no secret to the whole school that she liked him. She practically did everything to make him notice her. Yet Lorenzo still chose you, and that made her blood boil.

"What's she doing here?" You whispered to Pansy

Pansy just shrugged

"Well well well, look who we have here, its lorenzo’s little girlfriend, L/n " Daphne said with a smirk (IM INTERNALLY CRINGING RN)

“Hello Greengrass, what brings you to hogsmeade on this lovely day?”

“Oh nothing, I just heard you and parkinson over there talking about how you’re going to spend your boyfriend’s money on a shopping spree. Does enzo even know you’re spending his money?” She said as she strode a little more closer to you

You can’t start a fight, or else some professor might pass by and punish you both by taking away house points that won’t be enough to win the house cup

You took a deep breath before answering her, “actually Greengrass, the money I’m spending right now is my monthly allowance from my parents. Now if you would excuse us, we would like to get back to our shopping.”

You tried to get past her before she blocked you and pansy’s way

“Not so fast l/n, that’s not what I came here for.”

“What is it then Greengrass?” You were starting to get annoyed

By now you were standing at arm’s length from her

“I came here because I wanted to remind you something.”

Suddenly she pushed you to the ground

“What the hell are you doing!” Pansy shouted, while trying to break free from Tracey Davis, one of Daphne’s closest friends

“Telling L/n here to stay away from what’s mine” daphne said, pointing her wand at you

Right now you were terrified of what might happen

“What the hell do you mean by staying away from what’s yours-“

“I meant staying away from Lorenzo you bitch!”

“We were friends since we were babies! We were meant for each other until you came and took him away from me!” She shouted

“So right now I’m going to take revenge on what you’ve done, stupefy!”

With that you flew and landed your back on a wall, you felt yourself getting dizzy with dark spots covering your vision. You heard Pansy run to you calling your name before everything went black

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You woke up from a shine of light coming through your eyelids (does that make sense?), with a slight pounding in your head. You squinted your eyes a bit to get a better view to know where you were, it took a while before coming to a realization that you were in the hospital wing

You felt something or someone holding your hand, and you turned to see your boyfriend, Enzo, sleeping on a chair beside your bed holding your hand.

“Love, wake up,” you said, gently shaking the hand wrapped around yours.

You saw him fluttering his eyes a bit before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god you’re awake- hold on for a minute I need to get madam pomfrey.”

He rushed out of the hospital wing and returned with her not even 2 minutes later.

“Hello dear, how are you feeling?” Madam pomfrey asked with a gentle smile.

You looked at her and said, “my head hurts a bit, but may I ask what happened?”

“You must’ve forgotten because of how hard you hit your head yesterday.”

Hit your head? What happened? You thought for a while before all the events came back to your head. Daphne greengrass hexed you.

“Oh” was all you could say.

“Well dear once the pain in your head fades you are free to go anytime,” And with that madam pomfrey left.

You turned to look at your boyfriend and he looked at you with concerned eyes

“Um” he started “I heard from Blaise what Daphne has done to you, he was walking in hogsmeade when he saw Pansy trying to drag you back to the castle. I’m really sorry that-“

“It’s not your fault love” you cut him off

“No it partly is, I should’ve made it clear it Daphne that we weren’t going to work out if we ever got together. I guess I kind of led her on before I asked you out.”

“Well even if you say it is, you weren’t the one who hexed me.”

“Alright but I’m going to stay by your side all the time now, wherever you go I’m always gonna be there”

“Even during girl’s day??” you asked with a fake shocked face

“Even during girl’s day.” He said with a grin

“Noooo”

“Just kidding love, but still just in case so you won’t end up in the hospital wing again.”

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I’m not really satisfied with the ending, I might redo it once I think of a better one. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed! :)

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #Lorenzo Berkshire fluff #lorenzo berkshire angst #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire imagine

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harryswriter · 1 year

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Be My Muse.

Summary: Y/n is taking some extra lessons with one of the music instructors after school in preparation for her music & instrumental arts final exam.

“Everyone please remember to practice and look over your notes! We only have three classes before your final exam for the semester!” Said Harry - he insisted the class address him as Harry as he felt Mr. Styles was far too professional and said it made him sound like a “stuffy middle aged professor.” The class began to clear out of the tiered style classroom, almost everyone was gone all bidding their goodbye to our teacher on their way out as I began gathering my things. I picked up by bag and slung it over my shoulder as I heard someone clear their throat from the front of the room. “Where do you think you’re going y/n?” He said with a tone in his voice.

“Oh uh I was just gonna-” you start but he cuts you off. “Just gonna what? Did you really think you could just leave with out me noticing y/n?” he walks over to me and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Were you really just gonna leave me here love?” He asks. “No.”

“No who, y/n?” He stands there looking straight into your eyes - not sure if you should address him as Harry, sir. or…

You stand there dumbfounded not sure how to respond - ultimately deciding to swallow your nerves and be a bit bold. “No Daddy.” His hand moves from your shoulder and towards your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good girl.” He takes your hand, leading you further into into the row of seats. He places his hands on your hips and lifts you onto one of the desks, you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the adrenaline that comes from the fact that there’s a chance you may get caught - whatever it is you don’t have it in you to hold back anymore. Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull his lips towards your own and kiss him. Harry is caught a bit off guard but kisses you with no hesitation none the less.

Before you know it your hot make out session, with one of your professors might you add, causes you both to want more after Harry pushed your legs apart in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. You can feel yourself grinding against his now hard cock as the both of you continue to make-out as if your lives depended on it. As you continue to kiss Harry you can feel his hands moving from steady on your hips to the hem of your shirt, and in a quick movement he forces himself to part from you, then pulls your shirt over your head in another. As soon as your shirt is off the both of you find yourselves kissing again except this time it’s you desperate to remove something of Harry’s. As the two of you kiss you find yourself fiddling with the zipper of Harry’s dress pants. “Darlingg…” He begins as soon as you manage to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Yes Daddy?” you ask him innocently. “What do you think you’re doing…?” He asks, his lips plump from the make out session. “Wanna touch you.” you say. “Oh yeah?” He asks, “You wanna be a good girl for daddy?” He asks. You nod your head. “Use your words darling.” - “Yes, daddy.”

You watch as he smirks, and takes a step back, sitting down on one of the desk chairs behind him. “Come be a good girl for daddy then.” he says. Knowing what to do you hop off the desk and step towards him, getting down on your knees and reaching for his cock. You slip your hand into his briefs and finally feel just how hard his cock is. Harry feels shivers and pure relief at the feeling of you’re soft hands finally touching him. After running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times you take your other hand and grab the band of his underwear and use the hand already on his cock to finally pull him out of his briefs. Harry let’s out a sigh at the relief of his cock finally being out and free from the constraint of his briefs. You begin to slowly run your hands up and down his cock watching him in front of you, you bring your hands down toward the base of his cock and bring your mouth towards his tip. You stop as your mouth hits the tip of his cock and you swirl your tongue around it before sucking it only slightly and coming back off. “ Come on y/n please, be a good girl…” With this you go back down on his cock, you go down as far as you can, using your hands to compensate for the rest of him that doesn’t fit.

You hear Harry trying to muffle his moans at the feel of your mouth around him. You suddenly feel his hands come down and grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. You continue bobbing your head up and down when you feel his grip on your hair tighten only making you more wet then you already were. You feel Harry’s hips buck up into your mouth, shoving his cock just further into your mouth than it already was. You moan at the feeling and this causes harry to grunt from the feeling. “Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy, y/n?” He asks, You nod - or we’ll try to given the position you’re in. “always such a good little slut for daddy.” Harry says as his head falls back.

He grips your hair the slightest bit tighter and begins pushing your head down onto his cock causing you to gag, in a sudden movement he pushes you off him and stands up, cock still out and now pressing against his stomach. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take my load in your mouth baby girl?” he says, pulling at his cock twice for good measure - all you can do is nod as you look up at him. Putting a hand at the back of your head he takes the other and guides his cock back into your mouth - now rocking into it slowly.

His hips begin bucking a little rougher now at the new angle and the head of his cock hits the back of your throat at each thrust making you gag. “You’re daddy’s little slut, gagging on my cock like that.” he says as he pushes a stand of hair away from your face so he can look at directly at you as his hard cock fucks in and out of your mouth. With another gag from you and three final thrusts you can hear a series of curses slipping from Harry’s mouth as he comes into your mouth - you swallowing his load in hopes he’ll fuck you on the desk now.

Feeling desperate for something, anything- you begin to stand up from your previous position on your knees. Harry looks up to you as you begin to speak “Daddy please” you begin, your words coming out more like a whine. “Please what y/n?” he asks you as he stands up from the chair. “I need your cock.” you say desperately. “You want me to fuck you know y/n?” he asks but all you can do now is nod in response - normally Harry would command you to use your words but after the way you took his dick in your mouth like such a good girl he figured he’d let it slide this once.

“Yes, please daddy. I need your cock in my pussy now.” you finally manage to say. He puts his hands back on your hips lifting you onto one of the desks, kissing you roughly - tasting a bit of his load you’d previously swallowed. “You want your professor to fuck you in the classroom y/n?” he asks and you manage a “mhm yes daddy please, i’ve been a good girl.” you say. “You have been a good girl for daddy, haven’t you y/n?” you nod - “you’re such a dirty whore, fucking your college profesor in the same room where i teach all of your fellow classmates aren’t you?” he says but you can only gasp as plunges two fingers into you without warning.

He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly, curling them once they’re deep inside you. You can help but let out a moan at the feeling of finally being touched. You’re not exactly sure how this whole thing started but you don’t regret it. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, then pulling them out and you can see how your arousal has spread all over his fingers. You were so wet. “So wet for me aren’t you y/n?” he says as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean right in front of you.

You can’t help but whine at the scene, just wanting his cock to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. “Getting impatient aren’t we?” He says. “I’m sorry daddy- please i really need you.” Harry didn’t know if it was the way you were practically whining for his cock or how wet you were just for him but he decided to finally give you what you’ve been asking for. He ran his hand up and down his cock, jerking himself a bit before asking “Do you have a condom on you baby girl?” You nod a no “If you don’t have a condom then i don’t think I can fuck you right now baby.” - “no- no, please fuck me daddy, i need it. I’m on birth control.” you say with a desperate tone. You were hungry for him.

“Oh fuck baby girl.” he speaks out, practically moaning. He brings his hand to the hand of your underwear as you lift your hips helping him pull it off easily, as soon as it’s off it’s thrown on the floor beneath the both of you. He pushes your legs apart, finally bringing his hard cock near you, he takes his tip and drags it up and down your slit. teasing you. “please daddy.” you beg. “Alright, just because you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly.

You moan at the feeling of his long, thick cock stretching you out, and finally entering your pussy. “fuck, baby girl.” he says as he finally finishes pushing himself inside of your cunt, feeling himself stretch your tight pussy with his cock. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size again, and he pulls out slowly. Without warning he plunges his hard cock into your cunt making you gasp out, not expecting his massive cock to be shoved inside your tight pussy without warning. He begins thrusting into you roughly, both hands on your hips to keep you from moving or falling from the somewhat unsteady desk.

He’s thrusting into your wet cunt like no tomorrow, the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

“fuck daddy.” you moan, putting your hands on his shoulders as your head begins to lean on his neck. “You’re so tight for me baby girl.” he says as he continues fucking you right on the desk. He moves his hands from your hips and toward your back as he unclasps your bra letting your tits out of their constraints. You feel a rush as you’re here being fucked by one of your professors on a desk, with your tits out knowing there’s a chance someone could walk into the room at any moment and catch you two in the act.

Harry moves his hand onto one of your tits, massaging them as you moan out his name at the feeling of him with his hand on your breast while fucking into you raw. You can feel your orgasm approaching as you hold onto harry’s shoulders for support, Harry notices what’s going on when he hears your shaky breaths and the way your cunt was squeezing his cock “oh fuck y/n” he practically groaned as he leaned over just slightly further to press is forehead against yours.

“im gonna cum.” you whine as you feel Harry’s thrusts becoming sloppy and his cock twitch inside you. “me too baby, come for me” he tells.

You can feel his hot breath as he thrusts into you messily and watches you come undone beneath him while he chases his own orgasm, hips stilling after 5 thrusts and he then pulls out as you wind at the loss of his cock in your pussy. Harry now places his hands on your shoulders as we guides you down onto your knees once again, you open your mouth for him, knowing what’s coming. You watch as Harry tugs twice at his cock before tapping the tip of it on your mouth and spilling his cum into your mouth. Holding back a whimper as he watches you swallow it like the good girl he knows you are.

“You’re so good for me y/n.” he says as he begins tucking himself back into his briefs and you begin standing up. You turn your back to him, hiding a blush and you feel two hands on your back, he clasps your bra back for you. “Thanks…” you mutter awkwardly and curse yourself for being such an awkward person. Harry let’s out a soft chuckle beside you as he kneels over, looking for your panties that were carelessly discarded moments ago. “Are you laughing at me?” you ask him, amused now. “Yes… you’re silly sometimes y/n…” he says as you finish getting dressed.

“Me, silly?” you look up at him, both of you now fully dressed again. “yes” he boops your nose with his finger “you, silly.” he smiles as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “I should get going…” you say as you look up at him. “okay- bye y/n” he says as you awkwardly stay standing there, he notices and realizes he’s in the way, stepping aside “oh s-sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck. “It’s alright Harry, i’ll see you yeah?” you say as you begin walking towards the door. “sure, see you y/n.” You walk out, waving behind you as you exit but wondering why Harry was acting kind of odd just then. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of nervous? Or maybe a little shy? This would be on your mind for the rest of the day as you made your way back to your dorm.

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #hs tag #fanfic #this took far too long

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bitethedustfools · 1 month

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New World, New scars (pt 3)

The exam month had come. Yuu was in the living room with books and papers scattered on the table.

His injured hands, which were finally healed by a healing potion, held a pen in a strange manner, slowly dragging it across the paper, stopping for a few seconds before continuing. The hands noticeably became shakier and stiffer.

It seems that the healing potions don't heal everything. The crooked fingers are proof of that.

Still, Grim watched how Yuu struggled before the boy sighed and decided to abandon it to read the notes instead. In Grim's opinion, the writings were pleasing to his eyes, and he could understand them in one glance in comparison to the scrawling from before.

It goes without a doubt that Yuu was very smart and also hardworking. Even that two-toned haired teacher praised Yuu, occasionally giving him candies.

Grim looked at Yuu's hands and decided that he didn't want Yuu to ruin their first exam, so Grim would take the lead. They both are, after all, two-in-one student. It would be awful if Yuu didn't manage to score anything with those hands.

Grim noticed Yuu roaming around the room where he was at like a ghost haunting the place. Yuu usually doesn't stay in the same room, and if he does, he usually tries to erase his presence.

So therefore, him hovering around and gazing at him from a certain distance became annoying.

"What are you movin around for? You're botherin me," Grim huffed, looking away from the notes he obtained from a certain someone.

Yuu kept looking at him nervously, his sweat dripping and fidgeting with his fingers lightly.

"Are you sure you're going to do the exam instead of me...? I can do it," Yuu said softly, almost carefully.

"No! I can do it. I'm not that dumb! If anythin, you're goin to make us fail with those hands of yours."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Grim saw Yuu glanced at his hands for a short moment before hiding them behind his back, expression down as though he's shameful.

"So sit down! I'm gonna ace this exam all by myself!" Grim huffed once more after he said those words as if it would calm Yuu down.

Despite not doing anything troublesome like the exam, Yuu grew even more nerve-wracking just watching by the sidelines, fearing that Grim would mess it up, to which Grim assured confidently and exasperatedly that he won't.

His confidence only soared higher when he received high scores and he shoved it to Yuu, who flinched at the sudden action.

Grim dismissed it. After all, he did a very good job of it, so Yuu will definitely be impressed by it, so he held it up with pride.

"85...?" Yuu's voice trembled, and his eyes widened with horror. Grim heard Yuu mumbling from underneath his breath how the teacher won't accept this and will be angry.

Yuu began to shed tears when he saw Ace's and Deuce's marks but not from happiness as he expected. His expression looked frightened and alarmed.

"Hey, it's closer to 100. That's fine, isn't it?" said Ace, trying to comfort Yuu, who is not participating in the exam yet was unusually upset at their marks. "That's not a terrible mark at all!"

"Yes, it is... Master Crewel is going to get angry..." said Yuu with certainty and fear.

Grim thought that the three of them definitely have the same idea in mind at that time, but none spoke them out loud.

Contrary to Yuu's words, Professor Crewel does not punish them, but he does look at them all suspiciously.

And now, it's their turn to be scared. Grim didn't expect that all of them actually made a deal with Azul, that scammer!

Upon learning of this fact, Yuu's expression turned to be even more horrified. He hugged himself, and he began to bite the flesh between the thumb and the wrist, almost piercing through them and drawing blood.

Yuu seemed to be in his own world that his words became incoherent, but some managed to understand a few of what he's saying.

"Cheating, lies, not allowed, punished, beaten, angry, apologize..."

A story formed in their head in an instant, but Grim doesn't understand why they would get beaten for that alone?

His question remained unanswered because everyone who managed to strike a deal with Azul sprouted an anemone on top of their head and began to march to the Octavinelle dorm.

Yuu, despite trembling like a shaky leaf, remained still amongst the moving crowd, looking hesitant, as though he will end up in a terrible situation if he followed them.

Grim, Ace, and Deuce didn't see Yuu that much after they started working in the Mostro Lounge. Grim did meet Yuu at the dorm, but he hardly gave any attention and just dropped on the spot and snooze.

He had never worked so hard in his entire life, and that made Grim think that it's not worth making a deal with the devil.

But then he thought of the reason why he accepted, and he can only grumble loudly as his tiny paws washed yet another dirty dish.

Surely... this isn't as hard as...

He yowled as the water splashed on his face.

They met again during lunch after who knows how long, but Grim is exhausted that time seemed to blend together. The same thing goes for Ace and Deuce as they all dragged their feet to find their table, resisting the urge to sleep.

Yuu, who is somehow accompanied by a very decent Savanaclaw student by the name of Jack, easily spotted them and carefully sat right next to them. His eyes flitted across all three expressions as though he's looking for something, only to slacken the tension in his shoulders.

It did not last long when the Leeches twins invited themselves in, but Grim no longer took notice of this the moment the twins suggested that there is a way for them to be free.

Yuu needed to make a deal with Azul.

It did not last a minute; Yuu buckled instantly under their pleadings to save them. They all cheered, ignoring Jack scolding them.

"You know, for the first time, I think I'm ready to recognize you as our prefect," said Grim, feeling elated at Yuu for the first time.

The smile on Yuu's face immediately went strained, and his gaze was lowered. Grim saw his still injured fingers clenched tightly on his pants as though it wasn't hurt days ago.

"I'm... glad I'm useful," Yuu said.

Maybe Grim should have shut his mouth.

Grim still stayed on the bed, and Yuu on the floor.

Grim slept to the scent of salt and the quiet sobbings accompanying the cold night.

Grim sneaked out of the kitchen to the VIP room on the day Yuu came to make a deal, a trail of wet spots formed on the carpet as he made his way over there.

He heard voices, and he, who at first wanted to recklessly barge in, suddenly out of character, stopped to lean on the door so he could listen in.

"...You see, prefect, my understanding is that you have no innate magical power." Came Azul's voice.

"You're not gifted with a beautiful voice, nor are you heir to any kingdom. You also do not possess any outstanding and useful skills. You're an utterly run-of-the-mill human in every possible way. Considering the big ask you're making of me, I would need considerable collateral."

It was insults, no matter how many different angles and how many times he tried to listen. If it was Grim whom Azul had told that face to face, he would no doubt be blown up with rage and yell back.

However, Yuu only replied with two words, spoken softly and without stuttering as though he had known that a long time ago and had long accepted it.

"I know."

Since Yuu had put the ramshackle dorm as collateral, they both were kicked out of their only shelter into the cold night.

Ace, Deuce, and even Jack offered to help them. The Adeuce insisted Yuu go with them instead of Jack; after all, Jack is from Savanaclaw, and Yuu and that dorm don't mix well together.

Except that didn't happen.

Yuu followed Jack, and he let Grim follow Ace and Deuce.

His sleep that night was filled with snores, the rustling of someone moving in their sleep, and a faint smell of roses that was enough not to irritate his nose.

It felt strange that Yuu was not here.

He was awake for hours and he doesn't remember what time it was when he had fallen asleep.

Grim does not know what happened to Yuu that same night. But the next day, he spotted bruises blooming all over Yuu's body that Grim suspected some of his ribs might have broken. There were also a few band-aids here and there, and even the face was not spared.

Grim suddenly went mad over this, yelling at Jack, who followed Yuu guiltily. Even Ace and Deuce joined as well, occasionally scolding Yuu lightly for even choosing the place where most students beat him up.

"I'm sorry... I... didn't want to bother you," Yuu murmured, the injuries making him look even more pathetic.

Their anger didn't last long upon seeing this and told him to come to their dorm instead.

Yuu merely shook his head, "I won... fair and square. I'll do my part well."

Nobody knows what he meant by this.

They cornered Jack when he's alone after their attempted to steal the photograph failed.

"What does Yuu mean?"

"Why is he hurt like that?"

"What did you do?"

Plenty of accusations were thrown at him that Jack's stern expression twisted into something complicated.

What left his mouth only stunned them even more.

In exchange to live there, Yuu had to be a gopher and also fight and win. And win he did, even as his body is blue and black and his form is close to a deathbed.

There's no benefit in living there and winning said fight if being beaten up and being a gopher awaited him there.

Grim was right when he said that Yuu was a coward and an idiot.

A coward because Yuu cannot say no so he does what Leona said and an idiot for not realizing that there's nothing good that will bring to him in that place.

Despite everything, Yuu still went there.

But Grim supposed that there's another reason why he needed to get what Azul wanted to get the ramshackle dorm back.

Yuu came up with a plan on the last day when everyone is starting to lose hope. It was simple. Too simple just like the time he came up with in the Dwarf mine, yet it proved to be effective.

The day they initiated the plan also went smoothly that not even the closed museum could ever obstructed said plan with the help of Ace.

Grim rather liked a smart Yuu rather than an idiot, but it is too bad that this showcase of intelligence is very limited and not available most of the time.

But it was on this very same day that Grim realized just how truly smart Yuu is.

Grim had learned Yuu had done something to Leona for him to join his plan, a second plan that no one in the group knows. Yuu and the rest were simply bait, but who would have thought that both plans succeeded anyway.

Grim wondered why it's only time like this that Yuu started to take the lead when he's usually the one who is following and endured.

Azul overbloated after that; his lower half became that of an octopus and Grim thought that everything can be handled since they've beaten Riddle and Leona before.

This proved to be a bit difficult seeing as Azul had stolen half of their magic and used it against them. Offensive and defensive, he had it all much to Grim's displeasure.

Azul, just like Leona before, reached out to Yuu with one of those octopus legs the moment his eyes laid on him. Eyes dilated with anger and hatred, only to replace with malicious glee when he caught Yuu who stood still like a sacrifice.

Again with that.

Grim thought he imagined it last time but he really did it again.

Yuu cried and gasped for air as Azul choked the life out of him while everyone is screaming for his name.

Grim thought Yuu hated being beaten up, thought he's scared of it.

So why is he smiling?

Grim never got his answer, feeling quite lost and confused with how Yuu acted. The others seemed to know, seemed to understand what Yuu is thinking even if it's just snippets.

But Grim is not as smart as Yuu, so Grim could never understand what goes through Yuu's mind.

The moment the monster got defeated, Grim quickly ate the black magestone the monster left behind to distract himself.

Yuu was currently knocked out cold on the floor, surrounded by his friends who have disheveled appearances. No doubt, they will scold him when he woke up later.

They did scold him when he regained consciousness.

Yuu apologized pathetically and said that he was scared he couldn't move his feet. He shed tears and trembled upon being stared upon.

But that's not what Grim saw earlier. Yet, he kept his mouth shut anyway.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst yuu #everyone loves yuu #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #Pitiful and Pathetic! Yuu #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #twst floyd #twst jade #Am I doing Tsundere Grim right?

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eetherealgoddess · 4 months

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ꨄFavorite Professorꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere College Au

❦Never give a low score to a delinquent❦

Sanzu Haruchiyo & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Favorite Professor

Y/n meets the stoic gaze that doesn’t match the hostile aura of the male standing at her desk.

“What is this?” Her student known as Haitani Rindo asks, shoving his phone in her face as she eyes the screen. She leans over her desk as she crosses her legs, interlocking her hands.

“Ah yes, your midterm exam? I’ve actually wanted to talk to you about your dropping score, Mr. Haitani. I’m concerned as you used to be one of the highest graded students along with your friend Mr. Akashi. What happened?”

“What do you mean what happened? Obviously, your grading skills are lacking.” He states calmly. Her eyes widen slightly at the deflection before returning to her normal gaze out of professionalism.

“I assure you that my years of schooling and even being accepted in this profession was not in vain. It’s not my place to say, but usually when situations like this occur, there’s a distraction going on outside of the classroom.” She responds, only for him to glare at her before crossing his arms. She sighs.

“Mr. Haitani, the only thing you can do is try to achieve a higher grade with the assignments and final. I also have extra credit discussion boards posted online for your submission.”

He only narrows his eyes at her before walking away from the desk, the chill in her spine leaving along with the energy that follows him. She breathes out a sigh before returning to her laptop, completing her work.

Rin walks side by side with his brother and Sanzu as they head to the cafeteria.

“Didn’t go well?.” Ran chuckles as he observes his brother’s body language. He ignores him as they walk through the doors, irritation engulfing him as he thinks about the professor’s words.

“Wanna do something about it?” Sanzu smirks. The younger Haitani side glances at his friend, giving a thought to what those words could mean.

The next day, Y/n sits at her desk that morning, eyeing her screen as she types on the keyboard. She halts her movements as she sees the younger Haitani walking in with a coffee cup in hand.

“Hello, Professor. I wanted to apologize for my outburst yesterday. I was disappointed with the grade and took it out on you. Please accept this coffee as my gratitude for your leniency on my actions.” He says with a sincere look as he hands her the coffee. Her eyes widen at the gesture as she takes the coffee.

“Thank you for that, Mr. Haitani. That’s very mature of you.” She responds smiling as she sips from the cup. He nods, a smirk forming as he sits in his seat, to her confusion though she ignores it and minds her business.

Thirty minutes later, she finishes the coffee, eyeing the clock and seeing that she has an hour and a half before she lectures her first class. She’s usually at the university about two to three hours before to create her lectures and make sure everything is set in place for her classes, which is why the coffee was a nice surprise. His presence wasn’t so bad besides the chilling feeling of eyes observing her, but thats probably just her imagination.

A few minutes passed and sweat began to form as she started breathing heavily. A heated feeling builds in her core as her body begins to tingle. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her body tenses. Wetness forms as she squeezes her legs together, her clit gaining a heartbeat as her nipples harden. Her hands start trembling as anxious thoughts take over.

What’s going on? What’s happening to me?

“How was your coffee, Professor?” Rin smirks as he walks from his seat, two of her students walking in to the room before they stand in front of her desk, one holding a baton.

“What is this? What did you do to me?” She questions with shaky words.

Before anything else is said, Sanzu sits at one of the seats in the auditorium closest to her desk as he props the phone up, yet doesn’t hit record until it’s the correct time.

Ran walks behind her desk, swinging her over his shoulder as Rin shoves everything off of her desk. She hits Ran’s back as she kicks her feet, growling curses as she’s suddenly dropped on the desk resulting in pain for her bottom and backside.

Both men force her on her stomach as her feet hit the ground.

“We should’ve drugged her with more than the aphrodisiac.” Sanzu states as he crosses a leg, his face in his palms as his elbows meet the table.

“We need her awake for this to work.” Ran responds, lazily smiling as he pulls her skirt up, showing her panties. She gasps as she attempts to break free from Rin’s hold on her back and wrists.

“If you keep struggling, we’ll have to knock you out for a bit. Do you want that?” Rin asks, smirking at her distressed state. She shakes her head as she attempts to relax her shaking body.

“Th-this! Whatever this is, it’s not okay! The dean…!”

She screams as a painful sensation forms after a smacking sound. She turns her head back to see what landed on her ass to cause so much agony. Her eyes widen when she sees Ran pulling back the baton before slamming it against her bottom once more, resulting in another shriek. Rin removes her sweater as he balls it up and shoves it into her mouth. Tears fell from her eyes as she could feel the throbbing skin bruising. He crouches to meet her face to face, smiling as he licks his lips.

“Now, Y/n. You should be thanking Sanzu because that stimulant is going to help us make this a lot easier for you.” Her eyes shut as another yelp leaves her lips, muffled by the cloth as the baton meets her aching ass again.

“Look at him and say thank you.” He grabs her head, turning it to face the smirking pink haired man who waves back. She doesn’t respond, too humiliated to comply. Another smack from the object causes her to grunt as more tears fall from the pain.

“Thank you!” She muffled before her head was turned back to the Haitani.

“This is how it’s gonna go. We’re going to take this video of you, then so you don’t get caught seducing us, you’re going to fix my grade. If not, then kiss this job and your reputation goodbye.”

She stares at him wide eyed, disbelief from the cruel behavior he’s revealing. He stands from his position, unbuckling his pants as he reveals his erection. He pulls the sweater out of her mouth and motions for her to begin. Ran pulls her panties to the side, having already pulled his girth out, readying it to her entrance. Her legs clench, conflicting emotions occurring as arousal prowls yet the situation at hand being unfortunate for her job title.

“Time is ticking, Professor.” Sanzu taunts as he presses the record button. Reluctantly she opens her mouth as Rin eases in until her lips reach his base, gagging slightly as he adjusts. Ran pushes in, shoving his erection all the way to the base. He grabs her hips as Rin holds her head, beginning to throat fuck her as saliva drips from her mouth, mixing in with the precum.

“I always knew, since the first time you walked in, you’d be good at nothing but taking dick. You suck at grading.” Deciding that they can edit whatever they want out later, he taunts her, grunting as he accelerates his hips, thrusting hard as his tip hits the back of her throat each time, her eyes squeezed shut. His blonde hair flipping against his neck as he moves.

She releases a moan she was holding back as Ran moves faster against her backside, skin smacking skin as his cock hits her cervix. The shame in enabling the behavior hitting her as she cries out once more, the aphrodisiac causing her to feel weighed down by the pleasure, her legs clenching as the front of her body aches from her position over the desk.

“Wow Professor, you're really sucking me in. Is this what you wanted? To take advantage of your students?” Ran chuckles as he continues his assault, breathing heavily as well as a few moans slipping.

Sanzu, with the phone still recording in his hand, walks closer to get a better angle of the view, biting his lip as he ignores the tightness in his pants. Observing the distressed yet aroused woman as her body rocks from the contact with the younger men. He’s already gotten enough footage to show the dean if needed, but he decided to continue recording for their own personal endeavors.

“You look like you were made for this.” He states, as he watches her mouth engulfed with cock and saliva mixed with semen, her pussy full and thighs shaking as Ran squeezes her hips.

“I’m gonna cum.” Rin hissed as he thrusts harder, releasing after the last two. Ran follows not long after as he pressed against her g-spot, the pressure causing her to come undone all over his cock. Finally, Sanzu ends the video as they all get up, leaving her on the desk.

“You better get ready for your class, Y/n.” Sanzu says before they readjust their pants and walk out. Ran stops before he leaves, turning to face her.

“Change my grade while you’re at it, yeah?” He then walks out. She lays there breathing hard as she slowly pushes herself off the desk, tears falling as she begins to sob.

“Fuck.” She whispers as she throws her sweater on and pulls down her skirt, walking to the bathroom to fix herself up and leave the building.

When she’s done washing her face and wiping down her legs, she walks to the teacher’s lounge, claiming to be sick and having thrown up so she can be excused for the day. Succeeding she reaches her car, immediately going on the grading system’s site through her phone and changing both of the Haitani’s grades without having to touch Sanzu’s considering his already high score. Her forehead leans against the wheel as she stares numbly into space, pulling back as she moves her gear shift stick to reverse out of the parking lot and head to her apartment.

After a few days of staying home, she decides to resign, too sick from the memories of the dreadful event that took place. She hides herself from the world as she scrubs her body till it's raw routinely, disgusted with herself as she stays in her room. Suddenly, she’s torn from her thoughts as she hears a knock at her door.

She walks from her bed and opens the door. She gasps before attempting to slam it back closed, a hand preventing it from shutting.

“You thought you could just leave?” The younger Haitani hissed as he stepped into her home, his older brother and friend walking in as well.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” She exclaims, angry at the audacity. Sanzu shuts and locks the door behind them as Ran shoves his hands into his pockets, staring amused at the reaction she’s giving.

“What do you want?” She growls as she moves, backing away from them while they glare at her like a predator stares at its prey.

“You’re not quitting.” He states.

“How is any of that your business? Get out! Matter of fact, how the hell did you find my apartment?”

“Not until you agree to get your job back. Tell them you made a mistake.”

“This literally makes no fucking sense! What is wrong with you? I changed your score, what is the problem now?”

“The problem is that you’re trying to run. When you were bent over that desk, you were claimed as our slut. You can’t go anywhere.” Sanzu responds with a stoic expression, her disbelieving how serious they’re being at the moment.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What, so you got a crush or something? News flash, I’m nobody’s. You got that video and you got what you wanted so get out of my house.” She responds angrily, crossing her arms as she grits her teeth.

“That’s alright, you look like you were made to be a star anyway.” Ran states as he smirks. She glares in response.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t play dumb Professor, I know you’re smarter than that.” Sanzu says, rolling his eyes as he takes a seat on her couch.

“Hey, get off of that you’re not welcomed here!” She turns to glare at all of them. “None of you are!”

“As I said, it’s alright.” Ran says as he holds up the phone, screen facing her as he posts it to a porn website. She cries out as she runs to grab it, failing as he steps out of the way.

“I think social media would respond great if we post it there.” Sanzu says as he leans back, crossing his leg.

“No! Stop! F-fucking…! Please, don’t do that and just delete it off of there.” She almost sobs as horrific scenarios of her family, friends, or anyone else she knows reacting to the video, including the dreadful thought of future jobs or even her old job completely shut off from her being able to apply.

“Go back to work, Y/n.” Rin says as he leans on the counter connected to the same wall as the door.

“F-fine, just please… Please delete that and don’t post anything else.” They glance at each other, Sanzu hopping from the couch as he walks over to her, hand placed on her head as he gives a peck to her forehead. She eyes them in fear and disgust as they stroll to the front door.

“We’ll be seeing you more often, professor. So, be prepared.” Rin says as he faces the doorway, exiting the building as the door slams shut.

#yandere x reader #yandere #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #bonten trio #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani #rin haitani #sanzu x reader #rin x reader #ran x reader #professor au #college au #yandere tokyo revengers

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kywaslost · 10 months

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Emotionally Vulnerable - Severus Snape

A/N: Day 4 of writing for every character on my masterlist. Fate is really giving me characters that I have not written for in such a long time. This is going to be another short one because today’s prompt theme is crying and I just don’t see Snape being that comforting with tears. But I’m not breaking my own rules so here we go… this is absolute trash in my opinion lol

Prompt/s Used: Were you crying?

You walked into potions class biting back tears with every ounce of strength you had left in you. You thanked Merlin that this was the last class of the day and you could hide out in your dorm for the evening. It had been a stressful week. It felt like all of your professors met together and decided to schedule all of their exams within the same week. Everyone except Professor Snape. The cold-hearted man was your saving grace of the week. His classes were filled with lectures and today was the day you began brewing the potion discussed in class.

It helped that potions was your favorite class. You were a Slytherin, so Snape was much nicer to you. You felt calm, working in silence over your cauldron, stirring ingredients and taking measurements. You let your emotions take over as you read through your textbook, tears finally spilling over and making their way down your cheeks. You were grateful for the darkness of the classroom, and for your spot in the corner of the room. You were close enough to Snape’s desk that you could carry a small conversation with him if you pleased, but far enough that you could do your own thing.

What you didn’t realize was that the professor could see your tears. He watched you, brows creased ever so slightly with worry. Of all of his students, you were one he seldom worried about. You excelled in his class, asking for help only when necessary, and staying quiet most of the time. So the fact that you were crying shocked him.

Class ended and Snape watched as you quickly threw all of your belongings into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and racing to the door.

“L/N, stay a moment?” he called out, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes closed, cursing anyone and anything as you quickly wiped the tears from your skin and turned around with a small smile. “Yes?”

“Come here, will you?” You nodded jerkily, stepping over to your professor’s desk. You glanced at him quickly, hoping this would be over soon so you could go cry in peace.

“Were you crying?” he asked bluntly. You startled, wondering how he could ask you so nonchalantly. “Y/N, I’ve been a professor for many years. It doesn’t faze me.” His cold eyes met yours. He almost looked annoyed, but you weren’t bothered by it. That’s how he usually was, right?

You cleared your throat, nodding slightly. “Yes, Professor Snape.” You retreated your gaze to the inkpot on his desk.

“Is there anything I need to take care of?” This was the most concern you had ever heard from Snape, and needless to say you were baffled.

“No, sir.”

“Alright then, you may be on your way.” You thanked him, offering a small smile before practically running out of the classroom and to your common room.

That night, Snape watched over you during dinner, and then checked in one last time before you headed to bed. He wasn’t comforting by any means, but he still cared and you saw that, thanking him again before turning in for the night.

#comfort #platonic #snape fanfiction #professor snape #snape #severus snape #snape x reader comfort #snape fluff #snape x reader #severus #harry potter #x reader #platonic comfort

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sl-newsie · 8 months

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Mature (Dr. Spencer Reid x College Student)

(Summary: The BAU gets a case that takes place near a college campus, and one student seems to catch Reid’s attention. There is a bit of an age gap. This is based during the end of Season 6. Warnings: Talk of cannibalism, gun violence)

“Remember class: Monday’s exam will have 150 questions and no makeups. Remember to study hard!”

My dental hygiene professor finally releases us, signaling the beginning of the weekend. It’s currently 5:30 on a sunny but crisp Friday in October. Nothing special, but the lack of leaves and chilly frosts makes it one of my favorite seasons. But I can’t take too much time to watch the weather- I’ve got work to do.

Of course I’m the only student who dares to sit in the front of the lecture hall, and I take my time to gather up my things as the others start filing out.

“You going to the game tonight?” One guys asks his friends.

“Yeah it’s gonna be sick! You’re bringing the beer, right?”

“Sure am! And what about-” He whispers: “The pot?”

Their conversation dies away as the walk out of the room, leaving me to shake my head in disappointment. No doubt their whole weekend will involve drinking, getting high, and possible sexual content. More than likely they’ll fail the exam.

“Merrian! Are you coming to the game?” I hear one classmate, Regina, ask.

“No, I can’t. I’m going for a jog and then starting my flashcards for the exam.”

Regina, one of the more popular and *cough* snobby girls gives me a fake smile. “Oh you never go to any social events! Why not give that brain a break and be a college student for once?”

I just shake my head and continue to look through my notes. “I am being a college student, only I’m being a smart one and actually trying to get through this class without depleting any brain cells through alcohol abuse.”

But my insult flies right over Regina’s head. She just keeps smiling, turns and walks away, leaving me (no surprise) alone again. But it appears today has something else in store, because the door opens and my professor walks back in leading a group of people who look way too professional for a place like this. The one that appears to be the leader is tall, dark-haired, and is wearing a traditional business suit. The man following next to him appears to be of Italian descent and is wearing a dark suit similar to the leader’s. Next is a blonde woman wearing- quite honestly, one of the most unique outfits I’ve ever seen. It’s a purple and blue patterned dress, hot pink heels, and a big purple bow with her hair in pigtails (it almost puts my current Veronica Sawyer gray skirt and blue blazer outfit to shame). Another man is bald with darker skin and a more athletic build, wearing a more laid-back style of clothing, obviously the muscle of the group. And last behind him is- huh. He’s a lot younger (and much cuter) than the others, one might say a few years older than me. He’s dark-haired like the other men and wearing slacks with a white shirt with a gray vest and blue tie, almost matching me. But what stands apart from his attire is the pistol tucked in a holster attached to his belt. It’s almost like the one I’ve got tucked under my skirt (for protection, of course). Are these guys from the police station? They don’t look like local authorities.

But sadly I’m still in the front and am caught looking.

“Who’s the model?” The blonde with pigtails asks, making me turn pink.

My professor finally notices me. “Oh yes. This is Merrian, one of my students. She’s just packing up-”

“On the contrary, it might be nice to have a younger person’s opinion on this matter,” the Italian agent speaks.

A younger opinion?

“By the way, I love your blazer!” The blonde squeals and rushes over to get a better look.

I title my head. “Not too bad yourself, Barbie.”

But the leader doesn’t seem too impressed. “At ease, Garcia. Remember why we’re here.”

The blonde nods and backs off, leaving me facing the group head-on.

“Is she trustworthy? We need to keep this as confidential as possible,” the athlete says.

My professor nods her head. “Merrian is one of the most dedicated students I have. I guarantee she’ll give you her best effort.”

“Very well.” The leader steps forward to shake my hand. “I’m FBI Agent Hotchner of the BAU. These are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Garcia, and Dr. Reid.” He points to each agent, and when he introduces Agent Reid I can’t help but notice his body language shifts. He keeps playing with his hands and changing his footing, and isn’t as relaxed as the other agents. Maybe he just drank coffee.

I give a small wave. “Hello. So, what is it you guys do? Obviously you’re a government department but I’ve never really paid attention to that stuff.”

“Don’t you watch the news?” The blonde ‘Garcia’ asks.

“Nope.”

This answer gets me surprised reactions, especially from Reid.

“Why not?”

Yes, he’s definitely younger. His voice reminds me of the smart nerd type, but with my educational history I’ve never actually been able to meet many smart guys so it’s very new to hear this.

I shrug. “Ignorance is bliss. I figure if there’s something that’s truly important that’ll affect me then I’ll hear about it sooner or later. I try not to let the fear that strands from current events control my life.”

“Ok. Then to catch you up, we have a potential threat that’s been sited near the edge of town. There’s a man who’s been catching people in hunting traps and then eating them.”

Uh- Oh my! Was not expecting that.

I try to keep a steady face. “Alright. So what does this have to do with me?”

“Your current study of dental work, plus the unsub seems to prefer female victims,” Reid speaks up. “There’s one witness who managed to escape his trap, but not before he bit her. We’ve been able to analyze the teeth marks, but it doesn’t match the correct dental records. They show the unsub’s supposed to be someone who died 10 years ago. We checked the death certificate and sure enough the body’s buried in a nearby cemetery. Do you have any ideas why?”

I take a deep breath and try to piece together what I’ve learned so far. I’ve only been in this program for a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m useless.

“Take your time,” Agent Rossi assures. “It doesn’t have to be much, just anything we might have missed-”

I snap. “I got it! Have any of you guys ever seen the movie The Whole Nine Yards with Bruce Willis?”

Most shake their heads, but then Reid seems to follow my idea.

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that? Brilliant, Marrian!”

“Excuse me, mind letting us in on your inside joke?” Agent Morgan questions.

“At the end of the movie, they modify another body’s teeth to match Bruce Willis’ character and then burn it in a fire so the mafia will think he’s dead. What if this unsub had dental work done so he couldn’t be traced? ” My explanation starts the agents sparking up new conversations, leaving me to believe I might have actually just helped solve an FBI case.

“I know it’s not the type of professional answer you might have wanted.”

“That’s just the kind of insight we were looking for,” Agent Hotchner finally addresses me. “Thank you, Merrian. We’ll be sure to stay in touch and inform you if this threat is neutralized.”

He walks out, followed by Morgan. But the others linger for a moment.

“You’re taking all of this surprisingly well,” Rossi points out. “Ever consider becoming a profiler?”

I chuckle. “I did once, a few years ago. Sociology is one of my favorite subjects to learn, but I’ve just used that as a hobby. When I looked further into the job description I decided I wanted a career that wouldn’t take so much out of my free time. So for now I’m sticking with dental hygiene.”

He nods. “Well if you change your mind, here’s my card.” He hands me his contact info and exits after the other 2 agents.

“Tell me- where did you get your shoes?” Garcia asks when she points to my feet.

“Oh. Um, Goodwill actually.” I’m a bit embarrassed to say I’m a thrifter, but in college all money must go to classes.

“They’re so cute! I’ll email you my list of favorite thrift websites later,” she remarks as she walks to the door.

“B- But Agent Garcia you don’t have my email-?”

“I’ll find it.” She winks. “And call me Penelope!”

She gives Reid a smirk and shuts the door, leaving me alone with the last agent.

“I gotta ask, how old are you?”

My blunt question doesn’t seem to be new to him. “30.”

I was right!

“Sorry for asking, but it’s just very different-”

“To see someone like me on a government bureau team,” he finishes. “It’s ok, lots of people ask. I could say the same thing about you.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

He mirrors my confusion. “Aren’t you close to my age?”

“I’m 22.”

Reid’s eyes widen. “No way! You look- I mean, you seem- Um… you don’t act 22.”

I chuckle and go to grab my backpack. “I get that a lot. My mom says I’m more mature than most people my age, which means I have to be forced to associate with immature peers. I just hope other people never assume I’m the typical college type. You know, drugs, drinking, sex, procrastination. I’ve never even gone to one party. I apologize for the idiots you might come across here.”

I expect the FBI agent to leave it at that and go off to find his team, but instead he jogs up behind and walks with me down the hall.

“No I don’t see you like that, it’s just… you’re definitely more mature, and seem more clear-headed than the other students I’ve seen here so far.

I hold my head back and laugh. “Oh, no. By no means am I as smart as you might think. I have what I call ‘selective knowledge.’ I never picked just one topic I like, so I find bits and pieces of information about all kinds of topics. But not too much in depth that I’m an expert. With what I know about you so far I’d say you’re way more smart.”

He looks down. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Spill it. What’s your education background?”

“Um… I’ve got PhDs in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. Bachelor’s in psychology, sociology, and in the process of one in philosophy.”

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to look at him with wide eyes. “And you’re downplaying that? Jesus, you’ve got more knowledge stuffed in your brain then I’d ever have in 5 lifetimes! Why choose a job in the BAU?”

He considers this. “I find that I do some of my best work under intense terror.”

I nod. “It’s nice to know what type of job works best. I’ve jumped around different jobs, and still haven’t found one that fits right. As for the terror thing, props to you for dealing with that on a daily basis.”

Dr. Reid seems surprised. “Hm. You don’t mind crazy talk, do you?”

I stifle a laugh and hold the next door open for him to pass. “‘Crazy talk?’ What’s that?”

“Talking about subjects that any random passerby would find odd, like murder or psychological disease.”

“You’re talking to someone who watches The Conjuring as a comfort film. I don’t call that crazy talk, I call that enjoyable conversation,” I smile cheekily as he walks past me through the doorway. “You gonna go find your team now?”

Reid clears his throat and bites his lip. “Well, um… Since the unsub’s been sighted near the city I should make sure to get you to your dorm safely.”

This unsub must be pretty dangerous for him to be this anxious. Or is it something else that’s got him so worried? I must say it feels nice to have a smart guy to talk with who’s actually taking the time to make sure I’m safe instead of daring me to chug a beer.

“Aw, that’s sweet. But I don’t live in a dorm, I live in a small rented room downtown.”

“Really? I guess you really aren’t like normal students. So where are you going now?”

Is he asking professionally or out of curiosity?

“There’s a secret spot I have in the theatre lab. Dark and quiet with a nice table. Good for studying.”

He perks up. “Dark? Do you think you could show me?”

I shrug and start leading him to the lab, pushing my sleeve back to check my watch. “Sure, just don’t tell anyone. I like having a place where stupidity is at a minimum.”

Reid gets a wide grin on his face and follows eagerly. “Your secret’s safe with me. It’s kind of embarrassing but lately I’ve been dealing with- Oh my gosh! Are you hurt?”

I follow his gaze to my arm, which has gauze wrapped around it. I’m surprised he noticed- usually people don’t give it a second thought.

“Wha-? Oh, no. I donated plasma earlier today and have to keep this on for 2 hours.”

“I see. Do you get paid?”

“Yup. If they’re willing to pay me to sit in a chair for an hour, money is money. Gotta pay the college bills somehow. So what have you been dealing with?”

“Right. Um, I’ve had these headaches for a while now and none of the doctors I’ve seen can tell me what’s wrong. They’re triggered by bright lights, so that’s why I like to find dark places to think.”

Hearing this makes me sad, especially since a nice guy like him shouldn’t have to go through something like that.

“Then don’t have me keep ya waiting. Here we are!”

Now we’re at the theatre lab and when I open the door to let him in, Reid . “So then how are you liking your dental hygiene clinicals?”

I set my backpack down and switch a small light on. “I like it, but it’s more of a job that pays well and allows me free time. Next summer I’m looking into a program that gives me a certificate in culinary pastry design-” I stop myself before I start ranting. “Sorry, I don’t mean to talk your ear off. People don’t always listen this long so I usually just talk to keep away any awkward silence. Americans are intimidated by it, you know.”

Agent Reid just nods and sits down on a nearby stool. “I don’t mind. I like hearing you talk.”

“But it’s not as intellectual as you’re used to.”

“Maybe not, but- how should I describe it? You’re like a funfetti cake.”

Reid’s analogy makes me giggle and give him an odd look. “Um, thanks? How so?”

“Because you’re not just one flavor. You bring a sprinkling of all different topics, and none of them are boring or immature. Go ahead, continue.” Reid sits back as if he’s sitting in for a lecture, and I’m the teacher.

“Um… ok. So anyways, between work, school, and all my other hobbies it’s no surprise when I keep telling my mom I haven't gone on a date-”

“Wait, seriously?” Reid interrupts. “You’ve never gone on a date?”

I try to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks and go turn on the music speaker. “Never got a chance to. Back in high school I was more introverted and read all the time. Now no one wants to be around a boring, mature college student who dresses… like this.” I gesture to my unusual outfit.

“Hm. I’d think you would’ve been able to find at least one decent guy.”

I’m not sure if he’s kidding or just trying to be nice.

“Don’t make me laugh. Even the few guys I’ve talked to see me as a colleague or acquaintance, not even friendship status. I’ve steered clear of all the red flags and bad habits college kids typically get into, and it’s gotten me this far. All I’ve got is some family, my cat, and my brain.”

Reid doesn’t say anything, and a part of me is glad for it while the other half is a nervous wreck. While I don’t want to really get into the details of my miserable social life, at the same time I’m strangely anxious about what the handsome doctor thinks of me.

“It’s the musical season, isn’t it? I can tell you’re a fan.” How does he-? “I’m guessing on account of the Newsies sticker on your water bottle and your outfit that resembles Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.”

A smile grows on my face. “Oh! A profiling genius and a theatre fan! You’ve got quite the brain, Dr. Reid.”

“I actually only recently got interested in it after watching one of Garcia’s plays- oh! You actually remembered!” Reid scratches his head and smiles. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“People don’t always address me by my full title. So what’s on your agenda now?” He seems to rethink and adds: “Not that I’m being nosy!”

His curiosity isn’t uncomfortable for me. If anything it’s nice to have someone take an interest.

“I was going to practice for musical auditions, but since you’re here I’ll just do some homework.”

“Oh I don’t mind! Really! I won’t laugh, promise,” Reid says sincerely.

“No, no. I do my best work alone, as always.”

He frowns. “That’s not a healthy mindset.”

I chuckle darkly. “I’m not exactly the ‘teamwork makes the dreamwork’ kinda gal. I’ve always done best on my own, so I don’t argue it-”

“Attention, attention!” The intercom starts blasting an alarm overhead. “There has been a potential shooter spotted near the edge of campus. All students, staff, and visitors are to head immediately towards a sheltered area. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!”

Agent Reid immediately goes alert and checks his pistol. “We better get to a more secure location. Come with me!”

He goes for the door, but I don’t see a reason to leave.

“No, you go find your team. I’ll stay here. It’s a hidden spot, anyway.”

But Reid shakes his head with concern and takes my hand. “No, I can’t allow that. If the unsub is here he’ll go after you. You’re his type, Marrian, and I won’t let you get hurt.”

Wow. I’m sure he’s just doing his job. Still it’s becoming incredibly difficult to ignore the growing affection for the geeky agent. And it doesn't help that normally I’m a very anti-touching person.

He pulls out a cell phone and dials a number. “Hotch, this is Reid. What’s your location?” After a few moments he says: “Yes, I’m here with the student we interviewed in the theatre lab. We’ll meet you there. Yeah I know, we’ll be careful.” Reid seems to notice my slight reaction to his physical touch and his hold tightens. “I need you to stick close to me, understand?”

I nod and follow him out. “This is… definitely not what I planned for a regular Friday evening, but as my mom always says I need to stay open-minded. Lead the way, Dr. Reid!”

His stern face lightens by a fraction. “Um, you can call me Spencer if you want.”

Is- Is he trying to flirt? Seriously, I wouldn’t know. Somebody tell me!

“Isn’t that less professional? I thought you FBI guys were all suits and no humor.”

He doesn’t answer and triple-checks the hallway before signaling the all-clear. We quietly make our way to the main office, and the whole time I’m trying to ignore Reid’s hand clutching mine.

“We'll be able to-”

“Look out!” I push Spencer out of the way just as a bullet flies past my head, but I’m not too lucky with the second one. It buries itself in my left shoulder blade and the sudden force sends me crashing to the cold floor.

“Oh my God!” Reid shouts and kneels down to address my wound.

“Well hello, my pretty,” a deep sinister voice chuckles. A figure in a black hood lurks out from the corner, with a hunting rifle pointed directly at Spencer.

“I’ve gone too far this time, too far to disappear. But I’ve got one more chance, right? That’s right.” He points at me, the gun wedged pointed on his shoulder. “I’ve been watching you, girly. And I like you. Your healthy diet is most delightful, and…” He gets a twisted look with a sinister smile on his face. “Such a pretty face…”

“You leave her alone!” Reid speaks sternly.

I turn to find him pointing his pistol at the unsub, but the man just laughs.

“My my, Dr. Reid. You’ve grown quite attached to this woman. I’m almost sad to have to kill her and end such a blooming young love.”

Love? I don’t know who this guy thinks he is, but he’s creeping me out! Still not what I planned for a regular Friday evening…

The unsub starts to creep closer, and before I know it I’m backed against the wall with Spencer at my right.

“Don’t you touch her!” Reid shouts. “Stand back or I will shoot!”

“Oh no you won’t, Dr. Reid!” The unsub turns angry. “You won’t, or else I will skip my evening meal and blow a hole in this girl’s brain right now!”

He’s going to kill me… Eat me… Oh God. But I can’t let him hurt Spencer. His life is worth a thousand times more, and I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.

The unsub is still focused on Spencer, so while he’s distracted I slowly inch my hand towards my skirt, almost to my concealed pistol-

Bam!

The unsub fires what seems like a warning shot and in the sudden chaos Reid fires his gun too. Reid doesn’t get shot, and instead his own bullet buries itself in the unsub’s calf. He stumbles out of sight around the corner.

“Quick! In here!” Reid pulls me into a nearby classroom and shuts the door. “Are you in pain?”

Yes! Every inch of skin in my shoulder is screaming at me and the adrenaline is starting to wear off, allowing the pain to escalate. But I need Reid to focus on the task at hand.

“I’m fine. I’m fine…” My head starts to feel dizzy and I put a hand to my shoulder, pulling it away to find it covered in blood.

“No you’re not fine. Here-” Spencer takes off his tie and does a makeshift tourniquet near my acromial region. “It won’t last long, but it’s the best I can do.” He kneels down and starts searching through his pockets. “I’m all out of bullets!”

“My… my skirt. Under my skirt…”

He lifts the fabric up to reveal my pistol. “When did you get that?”

“Since I turned 21, but I’m too dizzy to shoot it. Take it!” Reid removes my pistol from its holster, using careful hands to show modest intentions. “Now go. Go stop him.”

“But if you don’t keep appropriate pressure on it then you could bleed out!”

“Just go! I’ll figure it out. I don’t care if I pass out, you gotta go stop him and end this.”

I’m pretty sure Reid’s now speaking through panic mode. “No you can’t die! I still need to ask you out!” Did I hear that right?

“You- what? I think I’m starting to blank out. You need to what?”

But Reid doesn’t answer. He just rubs a hand through his messy hair in frustration, while all I can do is slowly slip in and out of consciousness. When he’s decided his next move he leans down and kisses my forehead, and if it weren’t such an unusual situation I’d actually have butterflies in my stomach.

“I’ll be right back, Merrian. I promise.”

And just like that he sprints out. I don’t know how long it’s been, but soon I hear gunshots in the hall and all I can do before I pass out is pray that Spencer’s ok…

“She’s lost a lot of blood, but she’ll live.”

“Quiet an injury. She’s lucky you were with her.”

“And where is she going to?”

My mind buzzes to life and I start to become aware of my surroundings, opening my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. My arm has an IV. More than likely they’ve given me morphine for pain control. But the biggest relief is when I see Reid talking to one of the doctors at the foot of the bed.

“Spencer… you’re ok,” I croak through a groggy voice.

He notices I’m awake and quickly rushes over to give me a gentle hug. I see he has no wounds, another relief.

“God Merrian, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you-” He whispers into my hair.

“No, don’t worry about me. You did all you could, Spencer. Is the unsub taken care of?”

He nods repeatedly. “Yeah. I shot him dead right after I left, but by the time I got back you’d already blacked out-”

“Excuse me sir,” the doctor steps forward. “I’m afraid she has to be transferred now.”

I look up with wide eyes. “Transferred? Where? What do you mean?”

“The bullet nicked one of your main arteries,” the doctor explains in a calm voice. “We don’t have the proper tools or expertise to perform the surgery on your shoulder, so you are being transferred to Grand Rapids.

“Then I’m going with her,” Reid pipes up.

“I’m sorry sir, but unless you are a guardian or next of kin then you cannot accompany the patient-”

“She’s the victim of a BAU unsub. That makes this a government matter so I should be able to find an excuse to go-”

“No you can’t, Reid.”

We all turn and find Agent Hotchner, along with the rest of the BAU team, walking into the room.

“We’ve been called back to Quantico. I’m afraid you need to say your goodbyes now.”

Spencer and I exchange disappointed looks, but I figure good things must come to an end. All this unsub business is enough excitement to last me a long time, even though I am sad to see the handsome agent go.

“I’ll be fine, Spencer.” I give him a small smile. “Go do what you do best.”

He nods, seeming to debate something in his head. “I- I’m glad I got to meet you, Merrian.”

I chuckle. “I should be the one saying that about you, the great Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Spencer returns my laughter and takes my hand again. “Feel better. I know from personal experience that recovering from a gunshot is no easy task. I’ll come visit as soon as I have free time. And… I’d like to take you out sometime, maybe someplace where you won’t get shot?”

His question is asked as if it’s a simple classroom inquiry, but it’s making my heart jump (unfortunately shown by the heartbeat monitor). I can tell Reid’s nervous just as I am, but I know it’s all part of the dating ritual.

“I’d like that.”

He cocks his head. “What part?”

“The not being shot part is definitely a perk, but I’d like to finally go on my first date. With you.”

Spencer gets excited and I can already see the wheels spinning in his head just as Agent Hotchner calls for Reid to get going.

“I- I’ll see you later, then! Hope you won’t mind me ranting about literature by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?”

I squeeze his hand just as the paramedics start to get me ready to leave. “It’s a date, Spencer.”

Reid’s POV

The ride on the Jet is quiet, and as usual I chose to read alone in a corner. This time I’ve chosen Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie, most appropriate for the upcoming holiday in a few weeks.

“Hey loverboy! You gonna join us for a card game?” Morgan smirks from the table. “Or is your head too fuzzy thinking about your new friend?”

“You do know I could still beat you, right?” I ask matter-of-factly.

“Screw cards! I wanna hear all about the boy genius’ new girlfriend!” Garcia giggles.

I just shake my head and turn back to my book, ignoring their gossiping chatter. I won’t let their teasing get to me. Ever since Emily died my mind’s been in a fog, but meeting Merrian seemed to snap me back into reality. Give me something to hope for. All I know is I can’t wait to get time off so I can see her again…

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my nerdy love

eric x reader (requested by anon! sorry i cannot reply to your message directly bc i feel like that would spoil the whole fic LOL but tysm for your kind words ^^)

genre: loser eric, college!au, eric is such a nervous wreck, he's also always angry, jealous eric, villain hyunjae (not really) notes: i love these kind of stories like they're so funny LOL i hope you guys enjoyed! i enjoy writing losers more than i do flirts... song rec!

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Act 1

in the back of a large lecture hall, sat two best friends, both born in the same year. they were not paying attention to the professor whatsoever.

sunwoo poked the other’s shoulder, “yo… are you good?”

the other boy, named eric, was currently fuming, looking off into the distance where you were now sitting. there was another man who had recently plopped down next to you. eric watched as he took your pencil, twirling it around as you whined at his teasing. eric then glared with heated jealousy as you leaned over the man to try to reach it.

sunwoo asked again, “are you-”

“no,” eric yelled, making some people turn their heads and frown. eric apologized silently as he lowered his voice. “no, i’m not good. that guy is just so-” he groaned. “annoying.”

“if you like y/n that much, just go up to them or else he’ll steal your sweetheart,” sunwoo casually replied.

“i can’t just-”

“yes you can,” sunwoo refuted. “you guys are literally working on a final project together. aren’t you comfortable with them already?”

eric did not reply, only looking at sunwoo sheepishly.

“don’t tell me,” sunwoo groaned. “were you a nervous wreck?”

eric recalled that time when you were assigned to be his partner. he kept stuttering over his words and even dropped coffee all over your bag which he had to spend his whole paycheck to pay for it. even though you insisted it was fine.

“look man,” eric tried to defend himself. “you have to see what y/n looks like up close. like an angel, i swear.”

“still,” the older glared. “try not to be a coward for once.”

eric sighed, looking back to where the man was now playing with your hair. and out of nowhere, he glanced back to where eric was sitting. he looked him right in the eye and much to his anger, the man winked. eric slammed his laptop closed and took his belongings, leaving the room.

now, you and eric were working at one of the popular study spots, trying to finish planning out the final page of the project. eric was so, so giddy to see you and get some alone time. he even dressed up (which sunwoo teased him for).

“wait so-” he started to ask a question. “what about if…?” he trailed off because you were now leaning into his side to look at his computer. he blushed, looking away.

“what were you saying?” you looked at him expectantly.

“uh-” he faltered. “i… um- i wanted to ask if-”

“y/n!”

you turned around at the familiar voice. eric glanced in that direction too and of course, it was him again. eric looked him over, his eyes narrowing. he was tall, possibly (definitely) taller than eric, which severely hurt his ego. he was also insanely handsome, which eric despised. the younger puffed his chest out to try to look stronger but it was of no use, as the boy dragged a chair over to sit next to you, his muscles showing even through his oversized shirt.

“what are you doing here?” you smiled. you smiled! eric’s heart plummeted, envy quickly taking over every inch of his heart. i could make you smile like that too.

“just stopped by,” the man grinned, with his horribly attractive smile. “i’m exhausted from that exam.” as he talked on and on, he looked at eric with an amused glint in his eye as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. smoke was practically coming out of his ears at this point as you laughed, shoving the man away.

oh, eric was about to explode.

“ah!” you gestured to him. “this is eric, by the way.”

the man looked at eric knowingly, a sly smile appearing on his lips. “so that’s your name…”

“what?” eric asked, with a hostile voice.

“nothing, nothing,” the man was definitely amused as he got up. “i have to go, bye y/n! and don’t miss me too much!”

oh, how eric hated him.

later on, eric confronted that same man.

“hey,” eric gripped his shoulder, turning him around. “what’s your problem?”

the man feigned innocence, “what’d i do?”

“you know i like y/n, don’t you?” eric asked, his hand forming fists. “you know and you’re always hanging around. you even look at me while you’re being all touchy. don’t! don’t try to act slick… uh…” he paused, his mind going blank.

the other simply smirked, tilting his head, “you don’t even know my name don’t you?”

eric was about to reply but the man beat him to it.

“hyunjae,” he interrupted. and then he turned around, waving goodbye with a flick of his hand. as he walked, he glanced back at eric with a cunning smile. “and i have no idea what you’re talking about. have a nice day!”

eric loathed him.

Act 2

much to eric’s surprise though, hyunjae had disappeared for a while. were his prayers and wishes with shooting stars finally answered? would hyunjae finally vanish and stop disturbing his soon-to-be love story? it seemed like that for a while.

it was finally eric’s chance to get closer to you, with sunwoo’s constant urging. and so, he came up to you one day after the lecture.

“hey, y/n,” he gave you a nervous quirk of a smile. you looked up and smiled brightly. his heart stuttered almost immediately and so did his breath as he quickly tried to compose himself. he frantically played with the strings of his hoodie. sunwoo snickered in the background.

“hi, eric,” you softly greeted, tilting your head. eric felt like he could faint on the floor at that moment.

“do you-” he suddenly jabbed his finger at your textbook, making you jump. “want to study the next chapter to- together?”

your eyes widened and you felt excitement through your veins.

“oh!” you stood up, eagerly as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “sure!” you grinned. “let’s go to the library now then if you’re free.”

“really?” he looked at you hopefully. and then he trailed after you out of the room almost like a lost puppy.

sunwoo shook his head, “he’s got it so bad…”

eric wiped his sweaty palms on the fabric of his pants as he glanced at you. you looked incredibly focused while you read the chapter and took notes on it.

eric on the other hand… he wasn’t doing quite well. he was so caught up in staring at your beauty. his eyes would constantly wander over your features, even wondering how your lips would feel against his. he quickly shook out of it.

you looked at him, puzzled. and then out of nowhere, eric felt your hand be pressed to his forehead.

“are you feeling okay?” you looked worried. “you’ve been out of it for a while…”

his face was completely red now as he backed away. he thought that would be the end of it but much to his embarrassment, his chair had gotten caught on the carpet and he quite literally fell backward.

you yelped, immediately getting up to help him. eric was mortified as he considered just curling up into a ball in the middle of the library. nonetheless, he stood up with a pink face.

“are you hurt?” you asked, looking him over.

“no, no,” he laughed, painfully. “i’m fine.”

you looked at him skeptically. “maybe we need a break…” you pondered. you looped your arm around eric’s making him sputter. “i know, let’s go to the cafe near here?”

so it was a cafe date now. you were drinking your order as you stared at eric who could not seem to look you in the eye. his pupils darted everywhere, his eyes wide and round. he bit his lip nervously as he fidgeted with his bag.

“you’re like bolt,” you observed.

“huh?” he finally looked you in the eye. he wondered how beautiful someone could be just by sitting at a cafe seat near the window.

“bolt,” you repeated. “the puppy from the movie?”

eric practically choked. “you think i’m like a puppy?”

“yeah!” you laughed. he couldn’t help but smile back at your cute expression. “you always look so curious. it’s cute… like a puppy.” there was a beat of silence before you slapped your hand over your mouth, in disbelief that you had just called the arguably cute boy… cute. out loud.

he stared at you, mouth open as he gradually blushed more and more.

“thank you,” was all he could say, completely calm.

he went home and giggled about it to himself at 3 am that same day.

the study dates and cafe dates slowly branched out into other ways to hang out. but eric liked to call them dates. he’s delusional like that. one time, he took you to the movies where he attempted to do the “yawn and put his arm over their body subtly” thing. he failed miserably. apparently, he has bad aim.

“eric?” you looked at him confused as you munched on the popcorn.

he jolted, “h-huh?”

“you just poked my ear.”

“oh! did i? haha,” he fake laughed as he took his arm back. god, sunwoo was so going to bully him about this.

another time, he took you to the mall. you were browsing various bags when your eyes lingered on a specific one. he noticed and was about to buy it for you like the gentleman he was. except he forgot that he was a college student in debt.

“do you like this one?” he smiled sweetly. “i can buy it for you!”

“ah,” you shook your head sheepishly since you had already seen how much it cost. “y-you really don’t have to…”

eric was stubborn. “i insist!” he looked at the price tag attached to it. his eyes enlarged at the cost. it was so expensive. the number of zeroes in the number made him revolt as he hurriedly put the bag back on the shelf. “on second thought…” and he quickly walked away as he mentally slapped himself in the face.

you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Act 3

hyunjae came back.

eric clearly remembered gasping when he witnessed hyunjae open the door to the lecture hall. he even looked at the poor young boy and winked cheekily. eric swore he saw red.

and of course, hyunjae would bound straight over to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder to pull you into a tight side hug.

“you good?” sunwoo nudged him.

eric could only glare, the paper in his hand now turning into a crumpled ball under his fist.

“i literally hate him.”

unlike last time though, eric did not stray far anymore. instead, he clung to you. he refused to leave your side in fear that hyunjae would come and snatch you away from the only love of his life. as soon as class ended, he immediately was by your side. again, like a puppy.

“hi, eric!” you gave him a hug. he froze, looking down at the top of your head as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“oh,” he breathed out, surprised. “this… this is nice.”

“mhm,” you hummed. “i think so too.” you nuzzled closer.

(sunwoo wondered to himself, “aren’t they already dating at this point…”)

one day, the two of you were taking a peaceful walk, talking about how horrible your exams went and how badly eric craved instant ramen at that moment. that was when hyunjae suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“y/n!” he ruffled your hair. eric grumbled, rolling his eyes. what a way to ruin his day. “did you do something to your hair?” hyunjae asked, smiling sweetly (obnoxiously, in eric’s opinion). “it looks nice.”

eric mumbled to himself, “i noticed first…”

when you confirmed hyunjae’s observation and finally shooed him away to his next class, you turned and noticed eric glaring daggers at hyunjae’s back.

you poked him. he looked at you, his eyes softening. “everything okay?” you asked.

he paused and gazed at you with an unreadable expression.

“are you aware that he’s been hitting on you all this time?”

you froze, your heart had stopped beating. “eric-”

“it’s seriously getting annoying,” he groaned. “every time we spend time together, he’s always there, ruining the moment. with his stupidly handsome face, his long legs, his perfect hair, his fit body, his-” eric paused. “whatever! you get the point. still, don’t you think that it’s a bit low of him? like does he not get the hint? shouldn’t he back off since i-”

and eric really should have stopped before he would blurt out something stupid. but eric was never good at stopping himself.

“since i like you.”

you stared for a while. he looked at you, his mouth shut closed as a blush began to creep up his neck at the realization that he had just confessed. and then you burst out laughing.

“i-” he stuttered. “i didn’t mean to confess i-”

you kept on laughing. eric continued to try to defend himself.

he scrambled for words, “it’s just that you are so my type. you’re so beautiful and kind and i can’t help but-”

and you leaned up, cupping his face in your hands, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. he gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. and then they darkened, looking straight at your lips. he quickly wrapped a hand around your waist, making you yelp as he pulled you right against his body. his lips were back on yours, deepening the kiss with such tenderness that you couldn’t help but melt in his arms.

you pulled away after a while, trying to catch your breath.

“hyunjae is my older brother.”

…

and it’s like the whole world came crashing down on him.

“what?” he squawked.

“he’s my brother!” you laughed. “he disappeared earlier because he had to go and do a study for the major he’s in. eric…” you poked his cheek. “he’s just very affectionate. no need to be jealous. oh, and by the way,” you leaned up, whispering in his ear. “i like you too.”

eric practically almost fainted.

“you like me?” he exclaimed as if you hadn’t just initiated the first kiss. “and wait-” he gasped loudly. “was he doing all that on- on purpose? are you serious? he knew?” he put his face in the palm of his hands with mortification. “i hate that guy so much. and you- you like me?”

you giggled and pulled him into a kiss, interrupting his little crisis.

he quickly forgot about it when he felt your lips against his.

“oh, i could get used to this,” he mumbled, pulling you closer by the waist.

Extra Scene

“why’re you hiding behind a tree?” younghoon remarked, appearing behind hyunjae who seemed to be spying on two people… kissing and giggling.

“oh they’re so cute, those two little lovebirds,” hyunjae snickered. “all thanks to my plan.”

younghoon punched his shoulder, “stop standing there, you dork. you’re going to be late for your first date. enough of playing cupid for one day…”

“never.”

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legolasbadass · 1 month

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Office Hours, Part 32

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague.

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 2k

Rating: M

A/N: Thank you all for your kind comments on this story, both here and on Tumblr. This story is quickly coming to an end, but I hope you will enjoy the last chapters! 💙

With an exhausted sigh, I drop one of the last boxes into the living room and take a moment to catch my breath. The early afternoon sun floods into the house from the tall bay window, casting beams of light onto the overflowing bookshelves and the pale couch. Boxes are scattered all over the place, and the sound of loud voices coming from outside and the thudding of heavy boots against the old wooden floors disrupt the usual tranquillity of the house, but it is still home.

Home.

The last few days have not been the most restful. Since the end of the term and the college party a few days ago, Richard and I have spent every waking moment packing my belongings, making room in the house, and correcting exams, and we have not gotten nearly enough sleep, but the fatigue and stress do not compare to the happiness that fills me.

I make my way toward the front door, but before I know it, a pair of strong arms circle my waist from behind and pull me into a warm but sweaty chest.

“Oh, God—you’re all sweaty!” I exclaim and try to wriggle out of Richard’s embrace.

His rumbling laughter reverberates through me as he leans in to brush his lips against my earlobe. “That doesn’t usually bother you.”

Warmth floods my cheeks, but before I can respond, William peers down from the bannister overhead. “I’m right here.”

It is Richard’s turn to blush, and we giggle in embarrassment as William walks down the stairs and back outside. William, Claire, and Beatrice all kindly offered to help us with the move today, and I certainly do not want to leave them to do all the work, even if there are only a few boxes left in the truck. But as I turn around to face Richard, I cannot yet will myself to go back outside. His cheeks are red and his hair is an irresistible tousled mess of curls, and I cannot refrain from running my hand through it as he smiles at me.

“We’re going to live together,” he says, his gaze warm.

“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” I reply teasingly, earning a look of fond annoyance from him.

He chuckles, then squeezes my hands. “You’re not nervous at all? No second thoughts?”

“Of course not! Why, did you expect me to have second thoughts?”

“No, I just—it’s a big thing.”

Unable to stop myself, I grin and glance down at his groin. “Yes, it is a big thing.”

He laughs as another blush blooms on his cheeks. “You’re impossible,” he says, shaking his head, though the affection in his eyes is undeniable.

My mischievous grin widens as I revel in the playful embarrassment I have managed to cause. “But seriously,” I begin, traces of laughter in my voice, “I’m not nervous and I’m not having any second thoughts. I’m so thrilled that we’re going to live together.”

His smile softens, and he leans in to gently kiss me. “Me too.”

William’s voice reaches us from outside. “Come on, lovebirds! Stop snogging and grab some boxes!”

Chuckling, I give Richard’s hand a final squeeze before dragging him outside, though I wish I could spend the rest of the day kissing him. The air is thick and humid under the bright afternoon sun, but thankfully, after Beatrice and William make another trip into the house, only one box remains in the truck, and Richard effortlessly lifts it as if it were not filled with tons of heavy books.

“Well, that’s the last of it,” Claire says with a relieved sigh.

“Thank you so much for all your help!” I say as we follow Richard into the house.

“Anytime! It’s the least I could do to repay Richard for all the times he’s helped Will and I move in the past.” She looks up at Richard as he drops the box into the living room. “Remember when you helped Will and I move into our first flat?”

He chuckles in remembrance. “That feels like a lifetime ago.”

“It does!” she responds with a nostalgic sigh before turning her gaze back to me. “It was right after I graduated from uni. We moved into this horrible tiny flat in the Leicester city centre that was always cold and had no storage space, and I nearly broke up with Will because he never picked up after himself, and it was driving me crazy.”

“Typical Will,” Richard says with a deep, rumbling laugh, and Claire rolls her eyes in agreement.

“And the worst part is that he’s still like that! I hope for your sake, Lorelei, that this clown is tidier than his brother.”

I chuckle. “Well, Richard can be a bit messy, but he tends to contain his mess to his office, and as long as it remains that way, it’s fine with me.”

“Day one and you’re already the boss in the house, are you?” Richard retorts playfully as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. “And I’m not messy—you’re just a neat freak.”

“I am not!”

“Yes, you are!” Beatrice chimes in as she walks down the stairs, causing them to laugh. “We only lived together a few months and I honestly think any longer might have ruined our friendship.”

“Bea!”

“It was all ‘don’t dry your hands with that dish towel’, ‘you haven’t vacuumed your room in two weeks’, and ‘take off your shoes on the rug, you’re trailing mud all over the hallway’.”

“Stop before Richard changes his mind about living with me,” I respond with an embarrassed chuckle.

But I have nothing to worry about as Richard pulls me into a hug and says, “Don’t worry. You’re my little neat freak, and nothing anyone says is going to make me change my mind.” He then presses a tender kiss atop my head, and I blush as Claire and Beatrice smile knowingly.

“Well, Lorelei, you are officially moved in!” William announces as he joins us in the entry. “But don’t worry—we still have the truck so there’s still time to change your mind and run. Because I’m telling you, my brother can be difficult to deal with.”

“Rumour has it you’re the one who’s difficult to live with,” I respond teasingly.

William tilts his head questioningly, then narrows his eyes at Claire. “What lies have you been saying about me now, Amy Dunne?”

Chuckling, she raises her brows in challenge. “Just that even our five year old son is often tidier than you are, which is not a lie.”

“Only because you’re always nagging him to clean up his messes,” William retorts.

“Well, at least one of you listens.”

“Behold, our future,” Richard whispers playfully in my ear, causing me to giggle.

As the scorching summer sun makes way for a refreshing evening breeze, we all work tirelessly to unpack as many boxes as possible. We leave the endless boxes of books for later and tackle the kitchen first, and soon enough, all the counters are covered in dishes waiting to be organized into cabinets, forcing us to eat dinner in the living room, plates piled high with pizza. I grow silent when the conversation inevitably turns to Richard’s imminent move to Boston, selfishly wishing we could pretend for tonight that he is never leaving. Richard is clearly proud and excited about this new opportunity, but when he rests a hand on my thigh and squeezes me tight, I know he, too, wishes the same.

Eventually, I make my way upstairs to continue unpacking in the bedroom, letting him enjoy his success and discuss his plans with the others. I am halfway through a third box of clothes when a knock on the door interrupts me, and I turn to find William standing in the doorway with a hesitant smile.

“I was just coming to get some boxes to put in the recycling bin,” he explains, pointing to the pile of empty boxes in the corner.

“Great, thanks!” I say. “But you can leave one or two here—Richard might need them to pack some of his things.”

William nods, then pauses. “You doing ok?”

I turn to him after folding a jumper into the drawer. “I’m doing great,” I answer with a slightly confused frown.

“I mean, it can’t be easy—with him leaving for a year.”

“Ah. That.”

William nods slowly.

“Well… I wish he didn’t have to go, obviously,” I reply with a humourless chuckle. “But he has to—I want him to! I’d have to be really stupid to try to stop him, and I’d have to be even more stupid to give up on what we have because of this.”

“My brother’s lucky to have you.”

I smile, unsure how to respond.

“I mean, to be able to count on you through all this…”

“Are you referring to his ex Rebecca?” He nods. “Well, it’s different… We’re different people and—and he’s not asking me to uproot my whole life for him. It’s just one year, right?” I shrug again, trying to convince myself that it is not as difficult as it is.

“Right.” A few moments of silence later, William chuckles and shakes his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to come up here and get so serious. I just—I like you and I think you and my brother are great together. And I guess this is my weird and really awkward way of making sure you’re doing ok and reminding you that my brother’s a great guy and I think he’s worth the wait.”

“He definitely is. And thanks,” I reply with a shy smile.

He smiles in return, then clears his throat. “And hey, I know I’m not Richard. I mean, I’m funnier and more good-looking than him,” he begins with a playful smirk, causing me to chuckle. “But if you’re ever feeling down or whatever, and you want someone to talk to or hang out with while he’s away, I’m here. I can tell you all sorts of embarrassing stories about him.”

Laughing, I shake my head. “I might take you up on that.”

At that moment, Richard steps into the bedroom, and the brothers exchange a look before William leaves us alone, winking at me as he walks through the door. Still smiling, I turn to Richard, and the love I feel for him, and the joy of moving in with him momentarily chase away the ache in my heart. For now, he is still here, within arms’ reach, and I can pretend that this day is only the beginning of our new life together and not bringing us closer to our separation.

With a soft smile, Richard closes the space between us, and I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent as he wraps his strong arms around me. We remain in this embrace for a little while as the sun slowly dips below the houses at the end of the street, but eventually, Richard breaks the silence. “He’s not really funnier than me, is he?”

My laughter echoes through the room as I look up to meet his eyes, which sparkle in the golden warmth of this summer evening. “No, of course not, love.”

A playful grin lights up his face. “Good.”

Then he slowly leans in, and, understanding his intention, I stand on my tiptoes to meet his lips halfway in a tender kiss. He holds me tight, the fingers of one hand gently tracing patterns on my back while the other cradles my face, pulling me even closer and urging me to part my lips. I shiver as his tongue caresses mine, still marvelling at how easily he can awaken desire within me. Eventually, we are forced to break the kiss, and he rests his forehead against mine, his tender eyes slightly darker than usual.

“I love you,” he says, his voice barely above a murmur.

“I love you, too,” I reply in the same tone, pressing a lingering kiss onto his bearded jaw.

“We’ve made some pretty good progress with the unpacking already, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Good. So how about I start hinting that we’re getting tired so they leave and we can be alone?”

I chuckle at his suggestive tone. “I like the way you think.”

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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A much needed break

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Wolfwood X F!Reader

CW: P in V sex, creampie, clothed sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, office sex, oral sex, slight voyeurism, teacher-student relationship, porn with plot, listen you’re getting railed by Wolfwood as a teacher,

Word count: Roughly 1.2K words

A/N: A follow up blurb to file versions are important, where you’re still enjoying some intimate encounters with the salt and pepper man and this time it’s exam week.

The smell of nicotine wafts down from above you and mixes with the smell of dusty books and the musk of sweat and sex. Your legs spread as you lick the underside of Nicholas’s shaft tasting the remnants of your coupling from minutes earlier on his soft skin. A long exhale from Nicholas above you and the smell of nicotine grows stronger as he leans on the open window sill.

“That’s a good girl.” A low groan as his free hand tangles in your hair briefly and you lightly nibble on his cock where the skin connects to his balls. “Making sure I take breaks.” It’s been a rough week for both of you, and while it’s only Wednesday you’ve written your final exam for this semester and most of your peers still have more to go. Nicholas has the pressure of marking everything from his three courses so you’re helping him the best way you know how.

Your first coupling had been hard and fast on the floor of his office, shedding all your clothes in your hurry to have his dick split you open while Nicholas kicked off his shoes and slacks. Dragging you towards him before slamming home and throwing your legs over his shoulder so he could hit your cervix on every thrust, lips connected with his tongue plunging into your mouth and swallowing your screams.

Fast and desperate.

Too bad that one round was no where near enough.

When he left you for his post orgasm smoke you followed dropping to your knees with your hands on his thighs as you kissed his shiny tip. “Just till you’re done your smoke, then you can fuck me again. You deserve the break.” Giving him your best sultry smile until he relented letting you have your way.

“Fine. But once this cigarette is done I’m reminding that tight pussy who owns it slut.” Flicking his lighter as you got to work licking at skin, as much as he was gruff with you you were starting to figure out when he was playing the part and when he was actually upset with you.

“Yes Sir.”

Lapping at his semi hard cock you smile, well aware he’s dragging this cigarette out and you raise an eyebrow at him. Wondering just how far he’ll let you push him so he can say it’s for some punishment later. Smirking as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck, an involuntary jerk of his hips and more of his length is splitting your lips apart. “Horny slut. You better take it all now.” Growling down at you.

You’re happy too, humming as you start to bob your head feeling him growing firmer as you work more and more of his impressive size into your mouth. Drool escapes the corners of your mouth as you keep your eyes on the salt and pepper hairs that grow around his base. Keeping one hand on his thigh and using the other to push the edge of his dress shirt up so you can run your fingers through the same coarse hairs that start at his belly button and trail down. Your clit throbs in response to the way the muscle of his body flex, your mind already thinking of the wonderful ways he’ll have you screaming later.

Taking a deep breath through your nose now that he’s fully hard you start to deep throat him, relaxing as much as you can so your lips brush those same coarse hairs. You’d hum if it didn’t make you want to gag when his head brushes the back of your throat, looking up at Nicholas you can see him watching you as he takes another drag on his half-finished cigarette. His eyes are dark and your walls clench in response, he always looks so damn fuckable when he smirks like that. His eyes tell you how he’s going to enjoy the rest of his break.

“Hey, Professor!” A voice calls from the open window and both of you react. You try to pop off his cock in surprise as the fear of being caught shoots through your spine. Nicholas however responds very differently.

His broad palm is at the back of your head, shoving down his length so your lips are at his base and your nose buried in those hairs you had been admiring. A pained whine at the sudden forcefulness of it as you do your best to breathe while your throat spams like mad. Nicholas answered with a wave of the hand holding his cigarette. “Good morning! How are you doing?”

“Well, wondering why you’re smoking out your window? And it’s afternoon Professor!” You and Nicholas both know you’re slowly learning your different kinks, and you’re pretty sure this just unlocked a new one with how hard your walls are clenching. Wishing his dick was in your cunt instead of your mouth right now with the way your stomach was burning as he carried on a normal conversation.

“Taking a quick break, and if I leave my office I might not get all these exams marked.” Nicholas is equally as affected if you had to guess from the way his hot cock is throbbing inside your mouth and his hands are gripping your head.

“Oh, well good luck Professor! I'm off to my next exam!” Both of your hands are suddenly gripping great handfuls of his ass, moaning gently as the smell of sweat trapped in his pubic hair has your sex roaring.

“I think you need more luck than me!” Laughing as if he isn’t shaking or has his cock down your throat. You don’t know how you managed to hear it over the sound of your blood pumping through your veins, but Nicholas has his cigarette out and is closing the window. The snap as he locks it in place and he’s stepping back, grabbing you and pulling you upwards before slamming you into the wall next to the window. His mouth is insistent as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth, his hand flying to hook one of your legs over his hip and slide into your wet cunt.

“Maybe after this round, you need to stay behind and drink some tea.” Panting as he slams into you against the wall of his office.

Your fingers are flying to his shirt, loosening the buttons so the flesh of his chest can touch your tender breasts directly. “Oh?”

“Your throat must be sore after that rough treatment.” Meeting you for another sloppy kiss as he grinds his hips more into you, rubbing you in all the right places. “And after that I don’t I can focus on work.”

“Why is that, Sir?” You don’t need to pretend to let your voice drop, breathless from his actions as your hands dig into the meat of his shoulders under the shirt.

“Because my dick is going to want you wrapped around it again, so you need to stay and keep it warm. Either in this tight pussy or that pretty throat of yours.” Tossing your other leg over his hips and raising you higher to thrust harder up into you and shoving his face into your neck, starting to leave a trail of bruises just below where the neck of your shirt would sit.

Well, who are you to say no to such a hard-working man?

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justatypicalwizard · 11 months

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 10

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,8k

18+, minors do not interact

You had the feeling that you're sitting too stiff, your hands are too sweaty, your legs are like wood. Everything was off about you when he pierced you with his gaze. Panicking out of excitement, you instantly grabbed your phone, the screen illuminating your face as you checked the time.

''Nine minutes.'' You breathed out quietly, not looking at him.

''Mhm.'' He nodded with affirmation.

You were stiff fidgeting with your fingers. You could not think about anything to talk about. He was so close, so good looking, everything was dark, the only light source being the city lamps seen from the vast windows of his apartment.

''The semester nearly ended, you must have written all of your exams already, didn't you?'' He started and you were grateful he picked up the university topic once more.

''Yes, I don't have anything else to pass. Everything went well.'' You answered in a stiff manner.

''And how did you like my classes?'' His prying voice echoed in your head.

''They were interesting. I've really learned a lot of things.'' You started, feeling your breath shallow. ''Sometimes you were more demanding and... hard to please, professor.''

''You think I'm hard to please?'' You couldn't believe he caught that one not relevant phrase that you used because you were out of ideas.

''I just phrased out myself in a poor way, what I meant was...'' You wanted to explain but he interrupted you.

''I know what you meant, Miss Y/N.'' You literally had no idea whether he is still talking about the university or maybe...

Realising you're once again thinking about weird stuff you blushed hard. He saw it even in the dim light lurking out of the windows.

''What do you have on your mind?'' The white haired man didn't ask, he demanded an answer.

''Nothing in particular.'' You squeaked out.

''No need to lie to me.'' His slick voice smacked you with realisation.

Finally, you looked him in the eye. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had won something he really badly wanted. Your face expressed pure shock and guilt, you felt exposed.

''No need to be ashamed.'' He added upon seeing your facial expression. ''You're not the only one.'' Shinazugawa purred, looking innocently to the side.

Blinking a few times, you asked yourself whether you were the first person he treated that way... or maybe just the next one. Could Shinobu be right?

''But you're the only one not annoying me with your behaviour.'' He whispered, giving you a glance from under his long eyelashes.

For Shinazugawa this was now or never. He risked a lot, but his lust was just too big.

Then, just as you were about to say something in your defence, you heard something pop. Turning your head to the windows, you saw thousands of fireworks, erupting in the night sky. They covered all the stars with their colourful pieces. Something blasted next to your head and you spotted Shinazugawa opening the champagne bottle. Standing up, he poured you one glass and the other one for himself. Lifting it up in the air, he waited for you.

''Happy new year Miss Y/N.''

''H-happy new year.'' You mumbled.

''Answer me. Do you want this?'' His gaze pierced you.

''Hm?'' You were unsure of what he was asking.

Realising it, he moved closer to you, towering over your form.

''You're a smart girl, but I think I need to put this one more bluntly.'' Bending over slightly, he moved his face closer to yours, his hot breath tickling your ear. ''Do you want to go to bed with me?''

Your throat clenched as the answer desperately wanted to get out. Your mind was hazy with lust.

''...yes.'' You whispered.

His lips clashed with yours. You felt him taking the glass out of your hand. The world around spun as you focused on his mouth seeking entrance into your. He was not about to go slow. His hands sneaked under your thighs, picking you up. Still, kissing you he made his way to his bedroom.

Throwing you on the double bed, he looked upon you, his eyes glistening in the darkness.

''Turn around.'' he demanded and you obeyed.

Feeling his weight on the bed behind you, you saw his hands sneaking around your waist. He explored your body, grabbing and squeezing whatever he liked. Soon, the zipper of your black dress was undone and he was slipping it off of your arms. Helping him out, you freed yourself from the garthment. The man opened your bra and you were left only with your panties and stockings. Feeling exposed, you tried to cover your breasts with your hands but he didn't let you.

''Are you gonna hide from me now, after what you agreed to?'' He purred into your ear, making you loosen your arms.

Groping your breasts he kissed your neck. Moving his chin upwards he caressed your cheek with his face.

''How do you want me to take you?'' The white haired asked.

''I don't know.'' You answered, gasping as you felt him pinch your nipple.

''So, should I pick?'' His voice was heavy with lust and he seemed very pleased with where this was going.

''Yes.'' You mumbled.

''Okay.'' He snickered. ''If you would like me to stop with anything just say 'physics'.''

With that he grabbed your head and pushed it into the soft bed sheets. His other arm sneaked around your hips, pulling them up so that your ass was as high as he wanted it to be. Grabbing your panties he pulled with force, ripping them on their seam. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt a cold breeze on your folds.

He put one finger in his mouth, slicking it good and not waiting for any answer, he circled his fingertip around your entrance.

''Tell me to do it, I want you to please.'' He growled smacking your ass with his free hand.

A squeak found its way out of your throat.

''Please.'' You mumbled.

''Please what?''

Making up your mind, you decided that the last bits of shame were about to leave your body and mind.

''Please finger me, professor.'' You were ready to get what you wanted, but Shinazugawa suddenly stopped massaging your pussy.

Pushing his hips into your and his chest into your back, he once again hovered over your ear.

''Let's get one thing straight. If I'm about to rail you, you call me by my first name and you know damn well what it is.'' Pushing himself up he once again started to rub your entrance.

''Please, finger me... Sanemi.'' The sound of his name, so lewd in your lips, drew him crazy.

Sanemi pushed his long finger all the way between your walls, earning a gasp from you. He pushed it in and out a few times, stretching you. Then, he started to seek. Moving around in you slowly, he waited for that one hitched breath that was about to come out if he found it. Feeling him around in you, you clenched the bed sheets. Not knowing what to expect you just waited, grunting from time to time. Then, it hit you. He brushed around something that sent a faint signal down your spine and legs. It was not an explosion of pleasure but more like the first step. You gasped and tensed your tights which made your walls clench slightly.

This was the sign for him.

Bending over on you, he went back to that place making your hips start to move. The pleasure slowly, shyli building up in you. It was a light sensation that felt like it could be lost anytime. Sanemi was not about to make that happen. Seeing you picking up the game, as your body pushed into his, he clenched his fingers around your neck, pulling it up, arching your spine in a delightful manner. Moving his lips to your neck he whispered.

''Tell me where it feels the best baby.''

His teeth sunk into your skin and a new wave of pleasure escalated from your warm bottom. His other hand found your right breast and pinched on your erected nipple. Shinazugawa shifted his weight on you, standing on his knees and using the grabbing hand to steady himself. The three places where you felt a slight pain and overflowing pleasure mixed and made the sensation in your pussy triple.

Now it didn't feel like it was about to vanish, it was very physical and overwhelming. You felt your walls squeeze lightly and his snowwhite hair tickled your ear. Wanting to know how it feels, you tighten your kegel muscles and a loud moan escapes your lips. Breathing heavily you were not able to squeeze those muscles any longer, the sensation that it gave, pairing with his finger and mouth, was just too much.

''You ever had an orgasm?'' He asked, also panting a bit.

''Not really, agh, I don't think so.'' You spat out between your deep breaths.

''Then I'll give you your first one.'' He snickered into your ear. ''Clench them, open and close, the way you want, but don't stop.'' He ordered you and you did as he wanted.

Tensing your muscles once more you groaned from the amount of pleasure you felt. Doing as he told you, you soon found your own tempo that paired with his, making your lips part and soft moans escape them. The feeling built up making your head light. Your legs tensed more and more with every second, the muscles in your tights twitching from time to time delicately. Your hips moved side to side, brushing over his. His teeth and tongue marking your neck, making you feel absolutely wonderful. You knew it was going to leave marks, and that's what drew you over the line, the feeling of being his small, small, obedient slut.

You felt higher and higher as your body gave out more and more signs of the upcoming.

''Sanemi, ugh!'' You wanted to say something but the sound of his name made him bite you hard. ''I think I'm-I'm, mmm, is it not better to come, uh, together?'' You finally spat out.

''Oh baby, if you were squeezing me like that I would burst in a second. Let yourself relax first. If you want to give me real pleasure, say it out loud when you'll be cumming.''

Groaning at the sound of his voice you only lasted a short while.

An extreme wave of pleasure flushed through your body, from your core upwards. You were no longer in control of your own muscles as they acted on their own. Every tense sent a new, pleasing wave. Moaning out loud, you let yourself sink in that feeling.

''Sanemi!''

You gave your legs a break, falling on the bed, experiencing new parts of your body. After a few seconds your core stopped throbbing and you slowly started to focus on the world around you. Yoru head was spinning slightly as if you were intoxicated and your arms and legs felt relaxed, the warmth of your core calming down.

The man pulled his finger out of you, standing up slowly, looking at your lying form. He helped you up, holding you tightly, both of you sitting on your knees.

''How did it feel?'' He asked, pleased.

''Good, you made me feel good.'' You smiled, pushing your head into his chest.

He laughed slightly, turning you around on the bed. You looked him up and down, waiting for more.

''Are you just going to stare at me or will you finally undress me?'' He gave you a raised brow look.

Blushing, you took one of the buttons of his black shirt into your hands. Undoing it you revealed more and more of his toned chest. His muscles were standing proud in front of your face. Wondering how you achieved this, you let out a small sigh, done with your work. Helping him slide the shirt down, your breasts pushed into his exposed chest, as you looked at him. The man patted his belt. Quickly, you unmade it and he slid it out of his pants. You went to work with his trousers. Grabbing the button holding them on his hips you brushed his erection, realising it's there. Blushing hard, you proceeded, undressing him fully.

''Oh.'' A shocked sound left your throat as you standed, face to face with his erection. It was bigger than you expected. ''How will it fit?''

''You're a skillful girl, you'll manage.'' He smirked, proud of himself. ''Do you want to please me now?''

Nodding, you knew what to do.

Grabbing his penis in your hand, you moved your palm up and down slightly. Giving the tip a shy lick, you circled your tongue over it. Taking it all in your mouth, you sucked lightly, matching the movement of your hand. His beck straightened up as he was pleased with what you were doing. Speeding up a bit you sucked him more pushing his tip all around your cheeks from the inside and deeper in your throat. Unfortunately, you felt a blockade at the end that gave a gag reflex.

''Do you know how to deepthroat?'' He asked, looking down on you and caressing your cheek.

''No.'' You shook your head, taking him out of your mouth. ''Never done it.''

''I can teach you if you want.'' He glanced down. ''But you don't have to if you're not feeling like it, it's not easy.''

''I want to try.'' You bursted, excited.

''Okay, just be careful.'' He nodded. ''You need to take it further slowly. Sit comfortably and relax your back. Breath between pushes, when I'm out of your mouth. Try to surpass the gag reflex, pushing yourself a bit more every time. If you think it's too much just push out, I won't move until you say it's okay for me to do so. Most important, relax your throat, don't make sounds and focus on your breath. If you do that, you should be able to take it. Remember, it will still burn no matter how good you are in it so be sure you want to do it. It may hurt your throat afterwards.'' He gave you the instructions.

Focusing on your goal, you took him in as deep as you could. Feeling the tight sensation you pushed a little bit more, gagging instantly. Trying once more it was the same. The third time however, you felt like you could go a bit further. Repeating this action on and on you took more and more of him, feeling his taste deep down your mouth.

Meanwhile, Shinazugawa stared at you, your eyes closed as you learned how to please him. His manhood drips with your spit and disappears further in your mouth every time. To be fair he thought you wouldn't be able to do it, but he felt the back of your throat harder and harder within minutes. It was hard for him not to slam himself into you, yet, he didn't want to hurt you so he fought with himself, waiting for the moment. Closing his eyes, he relaxed and focused on his lower parts, experiencing all of your mouth. A small moan escaped his lips.

After some time you caressed the side of his hip making him open his eyes. Looking down he spotted your lips touching his pubic mound. Letting out a small laugh he tangled his fingers into your hair.

''Good girl, you learned really quickly. Now move faster.''

Doing as he asked you, you started to pull and push, picking up on your speed. Soon, you had a nice tempo, opening your throat for him everytime. Yes, it did hurt but you didn't care. The sensation building down in your pussy was more important.

Pulling out completely, you locked eyes with him.

''Deepthroat me.'' You stated.

''I think you're not ready...'' He wanted to oppose.

''Fuck mu throat NOW. You'll repay me in a while. Fuck my throat, please, Sanemi.''

''You really don't know what you're playing with, don't you?''

He grabbed the back of your head, pulling on your tangled hair and slammed himself down into you. Tears built up in your eyes and fell down your cheeks but he felt you relax even more. Seeing all the signals, he started to ride out your mouth, feeling his tip caress your back. Panting and moaning he pleased himself with you, you gladly accepted it.

Your body was limp and your head held tight by Sanemi, but you felt wonderful. You felt used just in the way you wanted.

Suddenly, he pulled out, not ending in your mouth.

''I want to fuck you.''

SERIES MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

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in-the-shadow-of-the-blog · 10 months

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In the Shadow of a Proposal

Summary: Sebastian has a very important question to ask MC. He has the perfect occasion planned, but will the dangers of the woods spoil his careful planning? (Sebastian Sallow x f!MC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: A very anxious (and lovesick?) boyfriend, and some spiders.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I was supposed to be working on something else, but this just sort of happened. More Hufflepuff MC because I can’t help myself.

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It had to be perfect.

Sebastian agonized over the plan for days, obsessing over the smallest detail. If he was going to do this, he wanted to do it right. Born into a family of upper class muggles, MC must have expectations for something like this. Sebastian would meet them. Exceed them.

He would be worthy of her. He would prove it.

The ring was easy. Tucked away in a chest among the remaining memories of his parents, its sparkle eager to see the light of day. But the location, the timing, the manner… these needed consideration.

What was the right way to ask the most amazing person in the world to spend the rest of their life with you?

“Sebastian?” MC’s voice cut through the thick fog of his mind. He felt as if he was waking from a dream when he looked at her. “Exams are over. We’re supposed to be celebrating. What’s bothering you?”

Stretched out beside her by the black lake, the afternoon sun warming his face, he would normally be half asleep. But he couldn’t relax, not yet.

Not until he asked.

Not until she answered.

“Just thinking about some things.” It was an evasive answer, but the only one he could give.

She reached out, fingers brushing the hair at his forehead. A smile pulled at her lips. “I can practically see that mind of yours at work. Do you want to talk about it?”

He glanced at her, eyes soft and concerned, and couldn’t help but smile in return. “Not yet.”

“All right,” MC said softly. Her soothing touch left his head as she settled beside him, pillowing her head on Sebastian’s chest.

The pages of her book rustled in the breeze coming off the lake. It was one of her muggle novels she enjoyed so much. MC had elected an afternoon free from school books, now that their final exams at Hogwarts were complete. “Enjoying your book?”

“Oh yes, it’s the best part. The hero has overcome all his flaws and asks the heroine to marry him.”

He tried to keep his tone light. “And what does she say?”

“Having overcome her own flaws, she says yes, of course.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened. What on earth would he do if MC said no?

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Tonight was the night. Sebastian anticipated clear skies, which was important since they would be outside. MC loved exploring the highlands, so that’s what they would do. A quiet spot among the trees, just the two of them. An evening picnic of butterbeer and pumpkin pasties, her favorites. As the sun set, he would take her hands, look her in the eye, and ask his question. When she said yes - Merlin, please let her say yes - he would give her the ring, glinting in the fading sunlight. Then he would kiss her until they were both dizzy, laughing their way back to school, arm in arm.

Perfect.

He found MC with Poppy, talking quietly as they cared for the creatures outside Professor Howin’s classroom. They fell silent as he approached, calling her name.

“Sebastian.” She wore a smile when she saw him. Sebastian thought this particular smile was one she saved only for him, but maybe that was wishful thinking. “Do you need something?”

“I was hoping to persuade you to walk with me this evening. Thought we could spend a little time away from the castle.”

“I think you’ve convinced me,” she said playfully.

Sebastian laughed. “Didn’t know it would be so difficult. I’ll meet you outside your common room?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He didn’t realize he was afraid that tonight, of all nights, would be the night she was busy, until he was walking away. The sigh of relief that escaped his lips was heavy, and he chided himself for his nerves. That was the easy part.

When Sebastian was out of earshot, Poppy turned to MC, anxiously tugging on her sleeve. “Have you talked to him about it yet?”

MC shook her head. “He’s been so distracted since our exams, there hasn’t been the right moment. We’ve barely spoken about our plans after Hogwarts.”

“Is he still thinking about the curse breaker position?” Poppy asked.

“He hasn’t said otherwise. And I know he wants to leverage anything he can learn there that might help him break Anne’s curse.”

Poppy nodded. “Then you should tell him. That walk sounds like a perfect opportunity. And if anything he says changes your mind, you can tell me. I’ll understand.”

MC squeezed Poppy’s hand. “You’re a true friend for saying that, Poppy. But I’m not worried. He’ll understand, I’m sure of it.”

“I’ll wait up for you. Tell me everything when you get back to the dorm.”

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Resisting the urge to pace, Sebastian waited at the top of the stairs outside the Hufflepuff common room. He leaned against the wall, effecting the air of nonchalance he usually displayed so easily.

Their walk from the castle’s southern exit was peaceful, and Sebastian felt his nerves settle down. The feel of her fingers twined with his, the sound of her voice as they chatted about whatever came to mind; there was nothing like MC’s presence to put him at ease.

She waited until they were a few minutes into their journey to speak, her question catching Sebastian off guard. “Are you still thinking about taking the job at the ministry?”

“I am.” When she was silent, he continued. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been thinking about what I want to do now that school is over. You know how I’ve been agonizing over it. But I’ve been talking with Poppy, and we have an idea.”

“Oh? What are you two scheming?” Sebastian asked playfully.

“We want to start a kind of organization for the rehabilitation of magical creatures. Caring for creatures that were injured or trafficked and don’t have access to proper care or environments.”

“Why do I feel like this project mostly comprises the two of you hunting poachers and rescuing beasts?”

MC cleared her throat. “Probably because you are very astute, Sebastian.” This earned a laugh from the Slytherin. “It won’t be very different from what we’ve been doing around the Highlands. But if we branch out, it will mean a lot of traveling.”

There it was, the reason she had been hesitant to commit to joining forces with Poppy, concerned what Sebastian might think. How would he feel about her being away so much? Would it affect their relationship? Where would she go if they weren’t traveling? MC had nowhere to go outside Hogwarts.

“I’m keeping a home in Feldcroft, no matter where the ministry sends me. It’s where I grew up, and I want to be there if Anne ever comes back.” Sebastian looked over at her. “As long as I’m here, you’ll always have a home to come back to, MC.”

Her cheeks flushed at the sincerity in his words. “Thank you, Sebastian.”

“Who knows? Maybe in between breaking curses, I can tag along. ”

A noise in the woods to the right stopped them in their tracks. “Did you hear that?” MC asked, drawing her wand.

Sebastian’s was already in his hand, his other gently tugging MC behind him. They peered into the trees, but before they could make out what stared back, it leaped out in a scatter of leaves. MC and Sebastian jumped away from the hissing Thornback spider as it bore down on them.

“Incendio!” MC’s jet of flame hit the spider squarely, sending it screeching. MC turned to Sebastian, a pleased grin on her face. “Not so bad.”

“I think you spoke too soon, my little badger,” said Sebastian, scanning the surrounding area. Several more Thornbacks surrounded them, creeping up from all sides. “No match for the best dueling partners in Hogwarts, right?”

MC’s voice wavered. “Right.” She swallowed and raised her wand. With a swift movement, she blasted two of the spiders away, then turned to the next closest while Sebastian sent out a fire spell of his own.

A second spell died on his lips as a string of webbing slammed into his back. The force of it knocked him to his knees, and the web itself pulled him down into a tangled mess on the ground. Sebastian’s fingers scrabbled where he could reach, searching for his lost wand. He just felt the handle of it when a force started pulling him backward in a net of webs.

“Sebastian!” MC cried, flinging spells at the remaining spiders. She bolted after the fleeing Thornback, following Sebastian’s frustrated shouts.

Luckily, the web-covered lair of the Thornbacks was not far off the road. Nestled in a shallow cave beneath the overhang of a cliff, the spiders’ webby home stretched over the rock and into the surrounding trees. One of these trees was where Sebastian now found himself, quite stuck and without his wand.

Sebastian pawed at the web that surrounded him, but couldn’t free himself. He was staring down the bared fangs of the hissing Thornback, resigning himself to a very nasty bite (if he was lucky). It reared back to strike when MC’s voice rang out through the air.

“Confringo!” The spell - he still remembered the day he taught it to her in the Undercroft - transformed the mess of sticky webbing into a burst of heat. The spiders fled as their lair became uninhabitable, and a well-timed freezing charm kept the damage to the forest in check.

He felt his fingers bring wrapped around the grip of his wand as MC cleared the rest of the webbing, finally freeing him. She held out a hand, hauling him to his feet. “Are you all right?” Breathless, she fussed over him, checking him for injuring and righting his disheveled clothes.

She was still looking at him, waiting for an answer, but Sebastian found himself lost in her eyes. They still sparkled with the excitement of taking out a whole nest of spiders single-handedly, and all he could do was smile at how impressed he was by her. Clever, powerful, vibrant; all those traits that made her exceptional brought a brightness to her eyes that made him weak. Merlin’s Beard, he loved her so much it hurt, and he especially loved her when she looked at him like that.

Yes, thanks to you. Those were the words Sebastian meant to say. Yet when he forced his voice through his lips, the words that escaped were thus: “MC, marry me.”

She blinked those bright eyes at him, wide with surprise. “What?”

He ran a hand through his hair, a pained expression crossing his face. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but I can’t wait a second longer to ask you. MC, will you be my wife?”

“Sebastian…” MC’s heart raced. She wasn’t expecting that question. She certainly wasn’t expecting how it made her feel to hear it. Sebastian wanted to marry her?

His face fell as she wavered, trying to find the right words to say what she felt.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, Sebastian Sallow, I will marry you.”

He had never smiled the way he smiled now, Sebastian was sure of it. He pulled MC close, arms wrapping around her in a hug so tight that it took her breath away. She could feel his breath against her ear as he whispered, “I love you, MC.”

“And I love you, Sebastian.”

He released her from the embrace, only to grab her hand, still smiling. “Come with me. I don’t want to do this here.”

He led her out of the trees, further down their original path until they came to a stop at Sebastian’s intended destination. There were fewer trees on this hill, and the evening sun cast a warm glow over them as they caught their breath.

“Did you do this?” MC asked, looking down at the blanket spread out on the ground.

“Can’t put anything past you,” he said with a smirk. “Come sit with me.”

As MC settled beside him, Sebastian fished in his pocket for the ring. For a brief, panicky moment, he wondered if it might have fallen out during the fight with the spiders. But it was there, still tucked in its box, safe and sound.

MC wasn’t looking at him, instead staring out at the view the hill afforded. “I was just thinking something.” MC trailed off, and Sebastian waited for her to find the words. “You said I’ll always have a home as long as you’re in Feldcroft, but Sebastian… you are my home.”

It was his turn to blush at the weight of her words. “Then you better promise to always come back to me.”

“Always,” MC whispered. Cradling her hand in his own, Sebastian slipped the ring over her finger.

MC turned her hand, watching the green stones catch the light, the silver band reflecting the yellows and pinks of the sunset. “Sebastian, this is beautiful.”

His smile was a mix of reverence and sadness. “It was my mother’s. My father gave it to her when he proposed.”

Tears pricked at MC’s eyes. “I will treasure it.”

He pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know it couldn’t be in better hands.”

She leaned against him, snuggling into the press of his chest against her back as his arms settled around her waist. “You said this wasn’t how you planned to ask me.”

“It was supposed to be perfect.”

“What does that mean?”

“There weren’t supposed to be insects, for a start.”

She gave him a wry smile. “Spiders aren’t insects.”

Sebastian’s look matched hers. “Don’t you start.”

“Tell me the rest,” said MC. “Everything you said you planned.”

So he did, recounting all the perfect moments he had devised for them to share through the evening. He pointed out that they could still have the pumpkin juice and the pasties; he had them stashed in a basket by the tree. MC was smiling as he finished painting the picture he had conjured so carefully in his mind.

“It sounds like something out of a novel. It would have been lovely, of course.”

“But?” Sebastian prompted, sensing there was something more she wanted to add.

“But I love it when you are yourself with me, Sebastian. I loved how authentic you were when you said it.”

He tightened his grip on her. “I just wanted it to be as special as you are to me.”

“Is this what you’ve been so nervous about this week?”

“Yes.”

She cupped his face, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “Why?”

“What if you said no?” It felt strange to voice the question, the one that had haunted him for so long, out loud.

“That would have been a terrible end to the story.” MC looked up into his eyes. “And our story isn’t over yet.”

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Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow x mc

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fourseasonscomeandgo · 2 years

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Owlery.

Pairing: BLACKPINK Rosé x g!n reader.

Word Count: 800.

Genre: Fluff.

Clarification: Hogwarts AU.

I let my body slump onto the large couch. The dreary tones of the Slytherin common room caused my mind to relax, feeling increasingly sleepy.

That day had been stressful, due to my inability to brew varitaserum. I had always been a disaster at potions, the one subject I was never able to master, and thus, the only source of ridicule Jennie and Sehun had for me.

The worst part of my day was that it wasn't over yet. I would still have to spend the rest of it in the library studying for the arithmancy exam that professor Vector will take tomorrow, but which I insisted on pretending didn't exist until today.

While my head was creating and shaping more excuses in order to trick my conscience and not feel guilty for not yet having taken the initiative to study, I fell into a light sleep.

However, this did not last as long as I would have wished, because soon —or what I thought was soon— I felt my body jerk and a gentle pressure on my arm. Opening my eyes, Joohyun's features were the first thing I saw, and after sitting up and watching her expectantly for an answer, the prefect finally spoke.

"Someone left this for you" she held out a carelessly folded piece of paper to me, "but I warn you, if you do what it says on the paper, I will be the one to tell Vector why you missed her exam"

After finishing her threat, she simply left the room, leaving me behind with the clipping in my hands. I opened it to find delicate handwriting.

"The owlery tomorrow, during the exam.

–Jisoo."

I thought about it for the rest of the day and night, and couldn't find a reason why she would want to see me, let alone why she would want to see me during an exam.

Morning came and it was still a few minutes before the test was due to start. I definitely didn't know anything, so without hesitation, I succumbed to my Ravenclaw friend's wishes and headed to the west tower.

I arrived at my destination and was surprised to find that Kim wasn't there, and in her place was a girl in a Gryffindor uniform. I recognized her as one of the black haired girl's friends and also Jennie's, but I didn't know her name.

"Excuse me" I spoke a little loudly so she could hear, the sound echoing through the whole place and causing some of the birds in the place to get a little nervous and even fly away.

She turned to look at me and smiled shyly as she approached me.

"Hello"

"Hello" I returned the greeting with some confusion "did you leave the note?"

"Yes" she nodded after a few seconds of thinking "sorry for lying to you and signing as Jisoo, I was afraid you wouldn't come"

"And what exactly did I come for?"

The light haired girl didn't answer with concrete reasons that time, but she convinced me to come back the same day the following week at that hour, and since I was afraid to face professor Vector after disappearing during her exam, knowing that Joohyun probably told her why I did it, I preferred to go back to the owlery.

Time passed with me going back to that place every week to see the Gryffindor girl, who I had learned was named Chaeyoung. Eventually I ditched arithmancy class so I could spend that time with her.

One thursday I went to where I always met Chaeyoung, but when I got there I noticed she was anxious, breathing heavily and maybe even shaking.

"What's wrong?"

The question managed to escape my lips, but by sheer luck, because the moment her eyes fell on me, she walked swiftly to where I was, taking my face in her hands and kissing me unawares. Placing my hands on her waist with care and delicacy, clearly nonexistent in her, I followed the kiss. I felt her relax in my arms, eventually enjoying the situation. Until she broke away, directing her eyes, tender and full of warmth, towards mine.

"This is what I wanted when I sent you the note" she confessed almost in a whisper "I took too long to do it" her laughter echoed in my ears, provoking a feeling of joy within me.

"This is the reason why I dropped arithmancy class?" I asked with some sarcasm "It's still not enough to make up for it" I said, clearly joking.

"Oh, then how about this?" She left another kiss on my lips, but I shook my head as she pulled away, implying that it still wasn't enough "And now?" She gave me another one.

And we went on like that for as long as we could. Geez, I was really grateful I ditched that test.

—O—O—

sooo, i know i have requests, i'm working on them i swear, but i wanted to post something so you had something to read till i finish the rest, and as i seem to have the biggest rosé fanbase among my followers, here's my mini hogwarts au with her, hope you all like it<3

—ica.

#kpop imagines #kpop #blackpink imagines #rose x reader #rose imagines #rose reactions #rose blackpink #rose scenarios #blackpink rose #blackpink reactions #blackpink scenarios #blackpink

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hstylesloverr · 2 years

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CHAPTER ONE: CALIFORNIA.

stranger things!harry x mayfield!yn

y/n, the new girl, meets harry and is interested in him (she insists she is not interested).

When Steve Harrington was no longer the king of Hawkins High, Harry Styles immediately became the king.

Harry had always been Steve's handsome friend. Yes, girls flirted with him and he had fucked more than one, but a girl who wanted to be with him for more than his looks? Harry couldn't even remember anyone complimenting him on anything other than his looks.

That's why he had stopped dating. Temporarily, at least. Sure, he still had one-night stands or hang-outs, but he really forced himself not to develop feelings for any girl. That way, when rejection comes, it won't hurt.

So when the headmaster showed up at his classroom with a skinny blonde girl behind him, Harry looked at her for a second and continued to doodle in his notebook, chewing gum.

“So guys, your new partner just flew in from California. Be nice to her " Said the teacher in a monotone voice.

Immediately all eyes - except Harry's - were directed at the blonde girl, who entered the classroom clearly uncomfortable and sat down in the first empty seat she saw. Behind short brown hair.

“Could you tell me your name? " asked the teacher " I have to write it down, you know.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N what?”

“Y/N Mayfield.” the girl growled reluctantly.

The professor nodded and wrote it down in his notebook. After a couple of minutes, he continued teaching the class.

The girl in front of Y/N turned to her and saw a white face with freckles, perfect nose, very blue eyes and thin pink lips.

“I'm Nancy Wheeler, nice to meet you,” she said, giving her a smile.

Y/N forced a smile. Sure, she was aware that she couldn't afford to be mean to people either, and that she was the new girl, so she needed to make friends.

“Hello” Y/N put on her nicest voice “nice to meet you too.”

“Are you liking Hawkins? I know it sucks compared to California but…”

The truth was yes. The only mall the town had was scheduled to open in July, and there were more grandparents than teens, so yeah, Hawkins sucked.

"Well, it's not the same as California but it's not bad." Y/N answered finally. Nancy smiled.

"I think I should give you my notes," Nancy said, turning to her desk to pick up her notebook so she could give it to Y/N "The test is next week, and I'm sure you'll have to do it." She grimaced, as did Y/N at the thought of an exam.

"Thank you" that time the smile that Y/N gave Nancy was full of sincere thanks.

The rest of the class, Y/N spent scribbling on the already shabby school table. When the teacher announced that the class was over, all the students quickly headed towards the corridors, going to their lockers to put away the things for that subject and take out the things for the other.

Y/N, with the paper in her hand that indicated the number of her locker and the key number to open it, spent 10 minutes looking for the specific order before finding it and opening it.

She was so busy putting her things away and looking for her other books for the new class that she didn't realize that, in fact, her waiting time was running out and the students were making their way to their next class, albeit at a slow pace.

The girl grunted when she saw in her schedule the class and classroom that she was assigned. It was worth saying that she was completely unfamiliar with the building and its layout. So she approached the person closest to her.

A guy with his back turned talking to a girl, who, from the way the girl was looking at him, Y/N guessed they were a couple or something.

"Excuse me" the boy turned and focused his full attention on her. Y/N felt the air escape from her lungs.

The boy was tall, much taller than her, athletic, in fact, very well endowed with muscle. With an apparently symmetrical face, a large nose, with a straight bridge and a pointed end; impossibly green eyes, a mouth the perfect thickness, heart-shaped and pink. His brown hair, totally unruly and that made him look much more attractive.

Y/N was intimidated by that perfection.

"Can I help you with something?" The boy's voice made Y/N's knees go weak. From his accent, Y/N could tell that he wasn't American, he had more of a British accent. And his voice was deep and nasal.

"Uhm... yeah yeah. Now I'm supposed to have American History and I have no idea where the classroom is. I'm new and..." The boy nodded at the brown-haired girl and she left, but not before rolling her eyes, clearly upset that Y/N had interrupted them.

Before Y/N could add anything else, the boy spoke again.

"I'll walk you to the classroom myself, I have a free hour now anyway" he shrugged.

Y/N felt butterflies flutter at the thought that such a handsome boy had decided to help her so kindly.

He led the way through the halls, with Y/N following close behind, not a single topic of conversation she could think of to start talking about. If Y/N was completely honest, she had already guessed the social status that boy had in high school, and she didn't like that at all.

"You come from California, don't you?" the boy asked suddenly, making Y/N jump a bit.

"Uhm... yeah, I'm from California."

"That's good, it's a very nice state." he said, turning to look directly into her eyes. Y/N I was beginning to think that maybe he was wearing contacts or something, his eyes just couldn't be that pretty color.

"Have you ever been to California?" she asked.

Harry turned a corner and stood in front of a door. Y/N guessed that they had already reached her destination. Harry gave her a lazy smile that made Y/N's heart stop for a moment and her whole body tingled.

"Just on vacation. Here's your class, have a nice day, Californian." he waved her goodbye and before Y/N could ask for his name, he had already rounded the corner and was out of sight.

Coming out of her American History class (her teacher had scolded her for being so late, but she excused herself by saying she didn't know the building), Y/N was determined to find out the boy's name, so she went to the only person who was remotely her friend and who surely knew who that boy was: Nancy.

"Nancy" Y/N quickened her pace towards the short-haired brunette, who was standing next to a tall, athletic boy with the most perfect hair Y/N had ever seen.

"Y/N! Hi! Where were you? I've been looking for you." Y/N walked over to the girl and the friend of hers, who was standing next to her. "Uhm... Y/N, this is Steve, my boyfriend. Steve, this is Y/N, she's from California."

"Hello." Steve said politely, greeting which Y/N returned.

"I need to talk with you." Y/N told Nancy, who nodded and gave Steve a look telling him to go away.

"Okay, see you later, Nance. Goodbye, Y/N."

Nancy decided that the best place to talk about a boy from school without anyone listening would be in the car park. Y/N told Nancy about the physicality of the boy who had helped her find her class today: his unruly hair, his incredibly green eyes, his deep, nasal voice, his perfect nose, and his height. When she finished, Nancy looked at her almost pityingly.

"Y/N...forget about him, I'm serious."

"What?" Y/N frowned "No, I'm not saying that."

"Nope?"

"No! I don't want to have sex with him or anything like that, I just wanted to know his name, we'll probably never speak again, I don't care, I just want to know his name."

"Harry. His name is Harry Styles."

"Okay, okay, thanks." Y/N smiled at Nancy. However, the short-haired girl was not happy at all.

"I'm serious, Y/N. You shouldn't talk to him much. Harry doesn't go out with anyone, all he has is one night stands and then he leaves. Don't fall for him, he's going to break your heart."

"Nancy" Y/N frowned "I won't, I don't even know him."

I think it goes without saying that the mental note Y/N made to herself not to speak to Harry Styles again was forgotten and deeply buried.

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Sugar (Too) Sweet

Mafia!Childe x Brat!Female!Reader

ANON REQUESTED PART 2

➢ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: never in a million years did you expect to run into the man who haunted your dreams again.

➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: mafia!au, modern!au, smut

➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: fingering, oral (F receiving), semi public sex, turned slight dub-con, slight yandere childe

➢𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.1k

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Part 01

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The next morning was a blur for you.

After waking up in the (thankfully) room you got dressed and fled the scene in record time, catching a cab back to your side of town to your little apartment in the large city.

You washed off any memory of last night, flushing a deep red as you inspected the hand sized bruises on your hips, trying so so hard not to think of those ocean eyes and cherry lips against your heated skin.

It was just a moment of weakness, you’ll never see him again.

You still had that important exam that put you in that situation last night and you were positive Professor Ningguang wouldn’t allow a re-test so you ignored the wobble in your legs and set off to school.

Thankfully you’d made it just in time, Ningguang gave you a curious look as you half stumbled to your seat, wincing slightly at the ache but it was smooth sailing.

You silently cheered yourself on as you took your finished test over to the white-haired woman’s desk, placing it down with relief.

Ningguang looked up from her laptop, a graceful smile appearing on her red lips as she slid the test over to her side.

Your eyes couldn’t help but linger a bit on her long fingers wondering how they would feel like in your own.

A small cough broke you from your embarrassing thoughts, you quickly shook your head and apologized to your Professor who simple gave a playful sigh and swirled a pencil in her right hand.

“I’m sorry Professor! What were you saying?”

“I asked if you were okay. You’re usually the first one to finish any exams I assign but this time it seems like you took your time staring at your sheet. Is everything okay?”

Your heart squeezed at her concern. Ningguang was a stern teacher but she had a soft spot for you, always making sure you were healthy mentally and physically. You were her top student after all.

“Y-Yes! I’m totally okay! I guess I just stayed up too late studying last night haha…”

You wanted to punch that stupid ginger in the nose for making it hard to think of anything but his skilled lips and– other body parts.

Ningguang didn’t look all convinced but she let it slide regardless, placing your test in the pile beside her and returning back to her laptop.

“Just make sure you take care of yourself okay?”

You bowed in gratitude, only to jump when the door to the classroom was slammed wide open, revealing a panting Hu Tao who looked like she’d just run a mile.

“(Y/n)!” She cried, rushing to your side. “I finally found you! There’s a scary but hot looking guy in front of the school asking about you! Are you in trouble? What did you get yourself into this time?”

Your blood ran cold at the vague but on the money description your friend gave you.

“O-Oh! It must be my friend! I told him not to come here, I’ll have to scold him!” You forcefully laughed when Ningguang stood from her seat, looking every bit protective.

“It’s okay Professor, I’ll be going now, thank you for your concern!” You left no room for argument as you hooked your arm with Hu Tao’s and pulled her out of the large room to the front of the school where the rest of your friends and some other students stood watching the display of scary looking men in black suits surrounding the same man who almost broke your spine.

“Are those gangsters?”

“Maybe (y/n) is in debt.”

“She’s in a gang too?”

You clenched your teeth at the mummers surrounding you, walking past the growing crowd up to the tall men shielding Childe.

“Ah! There you are (Y/n)!”

A chorus of more whispers traveled around you as Childe waved the men away and took you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

Sure he was scary last night but now he looked like a puppy waiting for his owner to tell him how good he was for waiting.

You would laugh if half the school wasn’t witness to this madness.

You were quick to push him away, looking around to see a girl holding her phone up as if to take a picture.

“What are you doing?!” You whisper-yelled, poking your index finger into the man’s chest with force. “How did you find me and how do you know my name?”

Childe grinned smugly and dug into his suit pocket, holding up your school ID between two slim fingers.

“You really should double check your belongings before you rush outta my place. In fact I’m surprised you made it out as quickly as you did, especially after how hard you worked those hips last night.”

This time you really did punch his shoulder, once for his obnoxiously loud comment and another for being stupidly handsome.

“Come on.” Was all you supplied before taking his wrist and pulling him down the hallway into an empty lecture room.

You didn’t trust his mouth to not embarrass you further and he was too flashy. Anyone with eyes could tell that he was someone of importance. Well if his designer clothes and mob of goons at the front didn’t already spell that out.

“My my, if you wanted me that bad I could have taken you back to my place.” Childe laughed as he looked around the room before pulling you against his chest as he sat against a desk. “Though I won’t complain, I’ve always wanted to fuck in classroom.”

Your jaw dropped at his bold words, hands rested on his shoulders that you now had the urge to wrap around his throat to silence him permanently.

“So you really came all the way over here so I could climb on your dick? No flowers? Chocolates maybe?”

As much as you wanted to slap that smug smirk off his beautiful face, you had to admit that all the attention was exciting.

You’d lived a very uneventful and boring life buried under books always being the good girl but now here you had an actual Mob Boss looking for you like a lost puppy, what jackpot you hit.

Childe laughed again, his hands trailing down lower till his large palms cupped your ass, giving the plump flesh a generous squeeze making you bite your bottom lip.

“I don’t know, that’s a high price for someone who caused me a great loss.”

Shit, how could you forget that?

If you wanted to get out of this you had to turn up your charm and seduce the man much like he had done the night before.

Your arms moved up to snake around his neck as you pressed your body fully against his own firm one and you fluttered your pretty lashes at him.

“You’re still mad about that? I said I was sorry didn’t I? Or should I remind you?” You leaned up till your lips just barely brushed against his own with each word you spoke, forcing his eyes to hood in a daze.

“I’m a good girl, please forgive me Sir.” You pouted, one of your hands playing with his red curls.

“Little brat, you know how to talk your way out of things don’t you?” Childe cursed before closing the distance between your lips, kissing you deep and slow as if savoring the sweetness of your lips.

You moaned against him, not expecting the man to take his time to push you flat against the desk and undress you down till you were completely bare.

His kisses moved down to trace your jawline to your neck, remembering your sensitive areas, latching on and sucking till fresh bruises blossomed against your flushed skin.

“You’re not going to run away after this are you princess?” He mumbled as one hand moved down to press between your thighs, two thick fingers sliding between your already wet folds collecting your essence before tracing lazy circles against your clit.

“I’ve got you in the palm of my hand now, you’re mine until I let you go, but I don’t think I can.”

He trailed his kisses down the valley between your breasts until he came face to face with your glistening cunt.

“Especially when I haven’t tasted this cute little jewel yet.” Without another second wasted he dove in, swirling his tongue and slurping lewdly like a man starved.

Your hands shot down to tangle in his mess of curls, accidentally pulling harshly when he wrapped his lips against your throbbing clit and sucked.

The cry that left your lips didn’t seem like your own, the man’s lips forcing out noises you’d be too ashamed to let out of you.

“Are you close princess? Ready to make a mess of yourself already?” He teased as he pulled away, his fingers focusing fully on your clit as the knot in your belly tightened and tightened till your eyes rolled back and another loud scream ripped through your throat without warning.

The wet squelch that followed as Childe collected your release and slide a finger into your entrance was enough to break you out of your dizzy fog.

“W-Wait I’m still se-sensitive!” You whimpered, your hips unwillingly pushing down against his fingers as he pushed two more in despite your release.

“Shh, you said you were a good girl or were you being naughty again? Should I punish this pretty little pussy?” He emphasized his words with a thrust of his fingers, the pads pressed against your g-spot painfully.

“No! No, fuck! Please I’m sorry!” You gasped, reaching for his wrist in a weak attempt to pull his hands away as another orgasm was approaching too quickly.

“You’re sorry, what?” He hummed playfully, watching you with those dark eyes again.

You gulped down your pride and weakly parted your swollen lips. “I’m sorry… Sir.”

Childe smiled warmly down at you. “Good girl, you’re a fast learner.”

He resumed his assault on your poor sore cunt, trying to draw out as many orgasms as your body would allow, determined to drive his point home.

“Sir, please no more, I need you now! Sir I promise I won’t run!” You wailed, hoping he’d have mercy and finally give you what you knew you both needed.

Before the red-head could tease you any longer, the sound of heels coming straight for the classroom echoed outside the door.

The door you forgot to lock.

“(Y/n)?” Professor Ningguang called out in the distance, concern laced in her usual suave tone. “You left your bag in my class. Hello? (Y/n)?”

Your eyes widened in horror as you watched the door, your heart hammering loudly in your ears as you prayed to every god out there that she wouldn’t open the door.

You’d almost forgotten the situation you were in if Childe hadn’t lifted your thighs up to wrap around his hips, his fingers now drilling straight into your g-spot forcing your muscles to tense tightly.

“Who’s this? Someone you know? Your girlfriend?” He chuckled as tears began to well up in your eyes at the possibility of your favorite Professor seeing you in such a position.

“Stop, pl-ah… please!”

Childe felt his cock twitch in his pants. You were a mouthy brat before but the added fear and lust in your eyes was enough for his composure to crack.

“Oh, do you like this person?” He mused with a glint in his eyes.

You shook your head as your blood ran cold, knowing fully that this bastard was thinking. “No! Shut up!”

Childe laughed and pulled his fingers out, lifting you up so you sat facing the door as he stood behind you, forcing your thighs wide open and exposed.

You took the chance to cover your most vulnerable area with your hands only to have the man place his own larger ones above them, his fingers forcing your own to push into your messy cunt as if leading you.

You tried to fight against him but your mind was too pumped with adrenaline and the fog of pleasure made it hard to think of anything but the way he guided you to finger yourself like some toy.

“Let’s give your little girlfriend a show Hm? Maybe if you’re good enough she’ll join. Would you like that baby?” He whispered hotly into your ear as tears now trailed freely down your cheeks caused but the shame of it all.

You could possibly be caught by someone you looked up to and all you could think about was the orgasm that was seconds away from tearing you apart.

“Let go princess, show her how beautiful you.” He kissed your cheek, his last words finally tipping you over the edge as your body trembling back against his own, your release gushing out between your and Childe’s fingers onto the desk and your thighs.

You hiccuped softly as you fell back against the man allowing him to take you into his protective arms and shield you from sight as the door slowly opened.

#genshin impact #reader insert #genshin x you #female reader #genshin smut #ajax smut #anon request #childe #yandere childe #dubcon

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