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I apologize if this was requested already after reading last night's chapter i got inspired innocence kink + breeding kink + daddy kink jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + hand kink + exhibitionist i don't know about the daddy kink but i'm down with professor nylander

Oh, I’ve missed Professor Nylander 🫦💦 he’s such a good one to work on when you’re in need of something extra naughty and filthy 😈 😏

And babe, I don’t think anyone has ever requested all of this (at least not at the same time 😉) but it did give me a lot to work with 😊🤍 Though I did forget about the breeding kink... my apologies!

Still hope you enjoy it 🙏🏼

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); fingering; unprocted sex (p in v); dom/sub (ish); basically everything in the request ⬆️

Word count; 5.6K

[Prof!Willy x reader]

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Please, excuse me I don't mean to be rude… But tonight I'm fuckin' you I William Nylander [AU] 🖋️⚡️💦

You just couldn't stop staring. The way his arm moved, his strong hand gripping the pen as he wrote on the board in the lecture hall had you completely captivated.

You were in your usual spot for Professor Nylander's class, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been a few weeks since you'd had that little chat on the sofa, and though you hadn't talked about labels or anything further, what you knew was: a) neither of you were sleeping with anyone else, b) he'd shown jealousy when Josh Adams tried to flirt with you, and c) you didn't appreciate Angie Turner's attempts to come onto him.

And d) even though it was all kinds of wrong, you found yourself falling deeper into your relationship with Professor William Nylander.

In your mind, he was the most attractive man alive, and there was no one else for you. No one could compare to him, so all you could think was that you needed to get through the final months and exams, and then you could be together.

Well, if William was up for it, of course. You weren't entirely sure what was going on in his head. Every time you crossed paths, he kept it neutral and calm but when it was just the two of you, he could rock your world for hours.

And William was definitely skilled when it came to sex. The way his mouth worked on your sweet little tight core, could make your head spin. It was like he used magic when he added his fingers to the mix, curling them to hit your most sensitive spot and send you into overdrive.

Moreover, his member was nothing to be embarrassed about either. William had confidence, and you knew exactly why. Not just from his physical training as a child and teenager, aiming to become a professional hockey player before an ankle injury ended that dream. But also, from his skilled... well, everything. He was creative, to say the least. And to top it all off, his member had that slight curve to the right, hitting just the right spot over and over again.

However, your relationship had also slowly become more romantic and tender. Though you couldn’t go on public dates for obvious reasons, he had treated you to dinner a few times now, enjoyed at his place. Sometimes on the couch in front of the telly, which may or may not lead to passionate snogging sessions. And sometimes at the dining table, a romantic setting that may or may not end in a passionate encounter on the surface.

Alright, needless to say, your relationship was filled with raw and mind-blowing sex.

And today was no different.

As you watched him intently during the lesson, you had to stop yourself from biting your lip. His suit looked particularly sharp today, fitting nicely around his bum, and his rolled-up sleeves revealed his strong arms. He'd opted for dark grey trousers and a semi-loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but imagine how you'd unbutton it later.

Shaking your head to snap back to reality, you cleared your throat and refocused. Yet, as always, you felt a little tempted to stir things up, maybe ensuring you'd definitely get some action later. So, you sent him a text.

"Can’t wait to have those hands on me 🫦 you’re turning me on just by writing"

It wasn't anything too wild, but you knew it would provoke a reaction from William, and you couldn't wait to see how he'd respond.

You didn't feel sorry about what you’d done during the lecture. At least, not at first.

After the call, William had naturally invited you to join him for dinner, but that evening's meal turned out to be more than just a serving of Italian takeaway.

First things first were that he’d asked you to dress nicely - which you knew in his world meant something that was easy to discard and could/should include a skirt of a sort. So naturally, you opted for another schoolgirl-like outfit; the “Hit me Baby one more time” era inspired look, just a tad more modern.

You wore socks just below the knee, a red checkered skirt, a white blouse (no time for buttons), and your long-curled locks styled in a half-up 'do with space buns, giving it a cute, innocent vibe.

And William was left speechless when he saw you. His jaw almost dropped as he looked at your outfit and your cute smile. Did he maybe have a bit of a daddy kink? Perhaps, but he didn’t mind. He knew you were a mature adult, taking responsibility for your own actions, and your relationship was consensual. He trusted that you would speak up if you weren’t comfortable with these kinds of intimate actions with him, so he didn’t dwell too much on whether it was right or wrong.

Moreover, you didn’t complain either. Your professor wasn’t just attractive, but he was attentive too, ensuring all your needs were met and prioritising you first - something guys your age weren’t always too concerned about.

So, after the delicious dinner where you’d playfully re-enacted a scene akin to the lady and the tramp with the spaghetti, you found yourself swiftly in his lap, straddling him - not exactly ladylike.

Your tongues intertwined as you shared a deep, hungry kiss, his hands resting on your buttocks while yours were tangled in his hair. It was passionate and messy, your fingers lightly pulling on his locks as his hands squeezed your cheeks.

The urge to let your hips rock against him was irresistible, your pulsating core pressing against his slowly hardening member. But William stopped you. Sensing his trousers becoming tighter around his crotch, he pulled back, allowing you both to catch your breath.

“I’ve got something for you…” he murmured, his hands still holding onto you firmly.

“Mmm... I can feel that,” you teasingly remarked, allowing yourself to rock a few more times.

“Not just that, babe,” he chuckled lightly, before gently moving you off his lap and walking to the desk to retrieve a small black box. Returning to the sofa and sitting next to you once more, he opened it.

Inside was a white-gold necklace with two charms: one bearing a W, and the other a locker.

You were taken aback. Had he actually bought you a gift? Did that mean you were more to him than just a sexual partner?

Suddenly, you realised you were holding your breath. Snapping back to reality, you let out a deep breath and flashed him a smile.

“Wow, Willy... it’s incredibly beautiful,” you spoke softly. “But you didn’t have to do that…” You tried to act as if this wasn’t the sweetest thing any man had ever done for you, but you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“I know... but I wanted to... since we can’t be officially together, at least I could show you that I wanted more than just... sex,” he admitted softly, offering you a mix of a smile and a smirk. “It doesn’t have to mean anything special; I just thought it looked nice, and you deserve to be treated like a princess.”

His words were incredibly sweet, and you couldn’t help but let the smile spread across your face.

“Oh, Willy, I love it,” you replied, sincerely looking into his eyes.

“Well, then turn around.”

And without hesitation, you did. Lifting your hair, you allowed William to gently place the slightly cold piece of jewellery around your neck, followed by his lips tenderly planting a few butterfly kisses behind your ear.

However sweet and romantic the moment was, there was an undeniable sense of sincere commitment hanging in the air, alongside a mutual longing for each other.

And as William gently nipped your earlobe, he then growled deeply. “Now… where were we?”

You couldn’t help but gulp lightly as his voice sent shivers down your spine, a slight tingling occurring between your legs.

Then, very slowly, William let his large hand gently wrap around your neck, his mouth moving to the opposite side as he spoke huskily once again. “So, you want to feel my hands on you? You want me to touch you?” He asked rhetorically, referring to your naughty text from earlier.

With another gulp, you carefully nodded under his grip, a soft ‘mmm’ confirming his questions.

“Good girl…” he softly muttered, his praise sending signals straight to your eager core. “Then go to the bed and wait for instructions.”

And again, without hesitation, you immediately complied. Rising from your seat as William released his hold, you made your way to the bed and stood waiting, just as he had instructed.

You stood with your back to him, facing the king-size bed, as you heard him unbuckling his belt. And as he kept you waiting for a few more minutes, you assumed he’d undressed completely - and you were right.

As he drew nearer to you, you felt his bare chest against your back, his hands freely roaming your curves as he breathed near your hair.

“Take off your clothes and bend over,” he ordered simply. But as you slowly removed your blouse and bra, he stopped you. “Keep the skirt and socks on.”

And naturally, you obeyed. And as you stood with your arse exposed to him, hands resting on the bed for support, you once again felt his hands on you, sliding beneath the fabric of your skirt to find your underwear. With a quick motion, he pulled them down, allowing you to step out of them.

You tried to maintain your composure, but despite controlling your breath, you couldn't help but gasp as his thick fingers traced up your folds.

“Mmm… so wet for me, baby girl…”

William was thoroughly pleased with what he found, and as he continued to explore your flesh with his fingers, he relished in the soft moans he elicited from your lips. Occasionally touching your clit gently, he knew he was making you feel good, yet he didn’t give you everything right away. You had to earn it. Instead, he slowly inserted two fingers past your entrance, effortlessly stretching you.

You were dripping for him. And as he moved his fingers in and out of your core, you felt the pleasurable sensation that only he could bring. The way he curled his fingers upwards just right had him hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. And your eager moans conveyed nothing else but how much you were enjoying it.

The sound of your wet pussy echoed through the room as William picked up the pace, his other hand supporting your lower back as he noticed your legs trembling slightly.

You had to shut your eyes as the stimulation intensified, a knot forming in your stomach and your mind entering a foggy state. You sensed an impending orgasm approaching, knowing it wouldn’t be long if he kept this speed.

And William gladly persisted. Taking pleasure in the sight before him as he observed how responsive you were to him, with moans and deep breaths escaping you with each thrust, he then intensified his movements. Fingering you vigorously, he was intent on bringing you to climax, and he knew your body intimately, giving him the confidence to know just how to push you over the edge.

As his fingering sent waves of pleasure through your body, your moans grew louder, your hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. You were so close. Incoherent breaths escaped you as William drove you towards ecstasy, and finally, you felt the climax nearing.

“Mmm… oh, Willy… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly. And as he maintained the intense speed, William let you reach your peak, causing you to bow your head, moan out his name in a sensual scream, before having to take in deep breaths to recover.

It took almost a minute for you to come down from the high, and as you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers withdrawing from your pussy, you heard him chuckle darkly behind you. “Done already? Oh, baby girl, we’re just getting started.”

With those words, you realised the night had only just begun.

And it didn’t take long before William firmly grasped you, pushed you down onto your knees, and tapped your lips, signalling you to open your mouth. The ease with which he could slide his hard length into your warmth, pressing it deeper into your throat as you skilfully took him, left him thoroughly satisfied.

You were talented, he had to give you that. Working his shaft with both your mouth and hand to please him. Breathing through your nose, you did your utmost to show him just how skilled you were, while coating his shaft with saliva as he guided your head. Then pulling back to catch your breath while still stroking him, before eagerly taking him back in.

“Mmm, you're so good to me,” William moaned softly as he leaned his head back slightly, relishing in the pleasure you were giving him. His hand gripped tightly onto your hair, and as he felt his climax approaching, he wanted to pull away, not wanting to finish just yet. But you were making him feel too good to stop.

Rocking his hips slightly against your movements, he let himself succumb to the impending release. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” he warned. And by the time you pulled away to catch your breath, he looked down at you with intense eyes, gripping his member firmly as he eagerly stroked it. “Stick out your tongue.”

Once again, you obeyed his command. Then, with a deep grunt and his eyes rolling back in his head, William released himself all over your mouth, chin, and cheek. He painted your face like a canvas, marking you as his own.

And as he slowly opened his eyes, coming down from the high, he admired his handiwork. While you remained in position, he gently ran his thumb over your lips, delicately playing with his own cum as he enjoyed the sight of you on your knees.

“My little cum slut…” he murmured as he smeared some of the stickiness onto your lips for you to taste.

“Mmm…” you hummed as you gently sucked his thumb, then licked your lips to savour more of him.

It was intensely arousing for him to watch, but he was still eager to feel himself inside your warmth. And being the gentleman he was, he allowed you a moment to wipe your face before pulling you onto the bed, pressing you down as he pinned your hands on either side of your head.

Your core was still tingling from the first orgasm, but William was also still hard, craving for more, so he didn’t give you any time to rest. With a forceful thrust, he easily slipped his cock into your cunt, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips.

William fucked you deeply, almost reaching places you hadn't known existed, sending your mind spinning with pleasure.

And as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, he couldn't help but grin at the loud, uninhibited moans he was eliciting from you, which only spurred him on to increase his thrusts.

His grip around your wrists tightened as he pounded into you, his length stimulating your walls with every thrust. It was almost overwhelming for you to handle. William was relentless. His self-control waned as your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, and his sole mission was to push you over the edge.

And he was succeeding. You could feel another orgasm building within you, your mind clouded as you were filled inside and stimulated in your core.

“Mmm, fuck, Willy… I’m gonna cum…” you whispered in a soft cry, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you closer.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby… show me what a good slut you are for me…”

And that was all it took for you to arch your back beneath him, your walls tightening around his member as you let the ecstasy take over once more. It was intense. His dominant demeanour was overwhelming, and as you embraced your role as his good girl, you simply tried to take him so well.

Then as you began to come down from the high, William admired you, revelling in how he could make you feel. Releasing your hands and sitting back, he couldn't help but gaze at the necklace he'd given you, a symbol of your relationship's deep connection, trust, and comfort.

However, the tender moment was short-lived as he withdrew his length, took a firm hold of you, and spun you around onto your hands and knees. Which was undoubtedly his favourite position. It gave him ultimate power to thrust deeply and vigorously, while also providing you with incredible sensations.

He then gave your cheek a firm spank, eliciting a little squeak from you before plunging back into your core.

“Shit…” you muttered as he swiftly increased his pace, once again stimulating you deeply with rapid and forceful thrusts, just as he knew you liked it.

But it was too much. His hips pounded harder and harder against your bum, surely leaving a reddened mark. And as his fingers dug into your hips, you felt your cunt dripping with juices, trailing down the inside of your thigh. You cried out loud with every thrust, feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat for his pleasure.

But it was all part of the role play. As your mind turned to mush, your vision blurred, and your fingers clenched the sheets, you allowed yourself to edge closer to another climax. The impending orgasm forming as William rapidly moved his cock in and out, overstimulating your walls.

“Willy… Mmm… I can’t…” you cried out as your body started to feel numb and spent from his vigorous fucking.

“What's that?” he spoke, still thrusting at the same intense speed. “Can't handle me, baby? Not being a good little slut for me?”

But you couldn't form a coherent response. Instead, you moaned and whimpered as he delivered another hard spank to your ass, leaving it a solid red hue. Then, he moved his hand to your neck once more, his other hand finding your lower abdomen as he firmly pulled you up and held you against his chest.

His pace slowed slightly in the new position, allowing you to catch your breath, yet his firm grip remained thrilling and dominant. And as he growled once more in your ear, you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Hmm… I know you're a good girl… my little princess,” his deep voice echoed in your ear, his hand maintaining a firm grip around your throat without restricting your airways. “Your cunt is made for me…” He then moved his hand slightly to touch the necklace... “And you belong to me… you’re mine.”

His words were like a spell as he spoke huskily. And with his cock deeply buried inside you, thrusting hard and deep, you couldn’t help but surrender to him once more.

“I’m yours…”

And as if those were the magic words, William pounded vigorously a few more times before allowing you to reach your final climax, your muscles tightening around him, causing him to release himself into you. He let out a deep grunt as he spilled his cum, painting your walls just as he had your face. Then, gently releasing his hold on you, he guided you back to support yourself on the mattress.

Your head hung low as you gasped for air, your mind still fuzzy as you slowly opened your eyes. Then you heard William chuckle darkly behind you as he slowly withdrew his cock and spread your cheeks apart.

“Mmm… show me how good of a cum slut you are…”

He watched your pussy intently, relishing the sight of his dripping cum from your core. Then, delicately, he used a finger to glide through your sensitive folds, eliciting another light gasp from you. He then picked up some of his fluids and traced it up your cheeks, over your butthole, and to your lower back.

The air hung heavy as you both needed to calm down and return to reality. And when William had finished playing with his cum and marking you as his own, he broke the comfortable silence.

“Come on, baby, I think you need a shower.”

It was an unspoken way of returning to the romantic relationship that had developed between you, away from the dom/sub role play. William's attentive and mature nature made him a wonderful and caring person, ensuring you didn't actually feel like a slut, despite the names he used during your most intense moments.

And as he held you close under the water, you felt nothing but comfort and solace in his embrace. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder something.

“So… the necklace, Willy,” you smoothly turned in his arms and gazed up at him. “Does that mean… we’re exclusive?”

Your voice almost trembled as you asked. You didn’t want to seem needy or anything of the sort, but you needed confirmation. And William simply smiled as he locked eyes with you, his thumb tracing over your lower lip as he considered how to articulate his response.

And with a gentle nod, he conveyed his thoughts. “Yes, baby… we’re exclusive.

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lunaroserites · 1 month

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Art and Ice

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: This might a 2 or 3 parter. College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that troupe and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing I think, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Derogatory use of the word puck bunny. Bucky is a playboy. There is not interaction be MC and Bucky quite yet.

Word Court: 1935

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Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

“I don’t know what to do,” you groaned as you threw your head back against the worn couch.

“I want the project to focus on movement, but lifelike movement. Human movement.” You mocked your professor. It not being nature themed had to be a jab just for you. All your projects were nature related or still motion.

“Professor Grace wasn’t targeting you,” Wanda said, letting out a chuckle at your dramatics.

“Are you sure you’re not a drama major?” Pietro laughed as he threw a butter packet at you.

“You two are the worst,” you sighed as you threw your arm over your eyes. Twins, why did my best friends have to be twins. The world is cruel, your thoughts drift.

“Why don’t you come to the track and draw me?” Pietro wiggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response.

“Eh,” you sighed. You didn’t want a solution at the moment. You just wanted to complain.

“She just wants to vent guys,” Natasha said as she came through the door holding a couple bags of takeout and a box of wine. “And I doubt she wants to see you and the rest of the track team in those tiny little running shorts you call clothing,” she sassed at Pietro. He just laughed, and stuck a pose with his leg up on the bar stool next to the island counter causing you all to laugh with him.

“Thank you,” you exclaimed as she handed you your food. You threw a 10 at her and settled back down into the couch.

“You know, you could come by the rink and draw a couple of the guys,” Nat mentioned. Her long term boyfriend was on the hockey team, Clint, a sharpshooting winger nicknamed Hawkeye.

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “I’m not going to have them think I’m one of those, puck kitties, or whatever they’re called.”

“Puck bunny,” Wanda chimed in, you pointed your chopstick at her and smiled.

Natasha let out a loud laugh, one of those full bodied ones, “god they won’t think that.” You raised your eyebrow at her and gave her an incredulous look.

“I can’t have them showing off because I’m there. I need to get them in their element. Not focused on what I’m doing,” you groaned again. “Biggest issue is I will need permission from the person or people. So they’ll have to know.”

“Like I said Princessa, draw me. You have my permission,” Pietro winked, you rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re too obvious of a choice. And as much as Wanda insists that Professor Grace doesn’t have a personal vendetta against me, she’ll love pointing out I picked the safe option,” you whined.

“Wanda, you haven’t seen Grace in class. She will take any chance to criticize her pieces. Nitpicking to the extreme.” Natasha chimed in, “if it wasn’t for Dr. Rain I think our resident artist would've failed out of this course by now.” Dr. Rain was the head of the art department and after a wholly undergraded piece you submitted last semester Prof. Grace was on thin ice. So she graded you fairly but took every chance to tear you apart in front of the class.

“I’ll think about the hockey team. It would be the least expected from me anyway,” you signed and got up from the couch taking everyone’s garbage and throwing it out. Football season was over, but the hockey season was in full swing right now and our team was top of the league.

“They have practice tomorrow night, you should come by and look at it,” Nat said, giving you a knowing look.

~The Next Day~

That's how you ended up in the rink. Underdressed because you didn’t realize how cold an ice rink would be in the stands. You were right though, about the type of girls that hung out there, they were scantily dressed and leaning over the tunnel that the players exited and entered from. How they weren’t frozen baffled you.

Nat was sitting reading a chemistry book across from you near the bench, as you didn’t want the team knowing you knew her. Well everyone but Clint. You’ve hung out quite a few times over the past couple years. You took a seat a few rows up opposite the bench near what Nat called the Sin bin (penalty box.) It gave an excellent undisrupted view of the rink and the players as they practiced.

The sounds of skates gliding over fresh ice and sticks bouncing off it was an almost soothing sound. The puck skittered across the ice as it was passed between teammates and shot toward the empty net. The goalie, a guy named Quill, was performing some kind of ritual at the opposite end of the rink. Nat mentioned he was a bit of an odd duck. But according to her all goalies were odd in their own ways.

The movement was fluid and easy to follow. How these giant men moved so weightlessly across the ice left you in awe. The Captain of the team was a blonde center named Steve Rogers, better known as Cap. Most of the school knew him, he was in a few of your art classes over the semesters. His girlfriend Peggy, was the student union president.

The star of the team was his blurry best friend James “Bucky” Barnes. He was a “winger,” with good prospects for the NHL according to Nat as she gave you a lowdown of the team as you guys went there just after practice started. He was nicknamed the White Wolf. How a man of his size moved that easily was mesmerizing, he almost floated over the ice and it looked like he was dancing. He was sinfully handsome as well. Every other week he had a new girl hanging off his arm. Undoubtedly one of those puck bunnies as they were called. He was the talk of the school after the football season concluded.

It made you dislike him on principle. The sports were definitely more priority in the school and the art department lacked thanks to these overgrown toddlers on skates. But you couldn’t deny his natural handsomeness, he looked effortlessly handsome and it was almost unfair.

You looked down at your sketch pad that you had been absently scratching at. Bucky seemed to be your muse because you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he effortlessly skated around the rink. You were in danger and you knew it. You gulped and closed the book before quickly gathering your things and leaving.

It didn’t take Nat long to text you and ask where you went. You sent her a quick message back saying you were cold. Not that Bucky, the school's playboy, had quickly become the muse of your piece.

“Nat, I thought you said your friend was coming by,” Clint asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“She did, she left because she was cold,” Nat chuckled.

“Anyone know the pretty one watching by the sin bin?” She overheard Wilson ask. “And what she was doing?”

“I think I was in a couple art classes with her,” Steve mentioned missing your name.

“I won’t complain if she comes by again,” Barnes said. Wilson raised a brow at him.

“What, so you can break her heart well?”

“Look doll, it’s not you,”

“It’s me.” Wilson and Stark said together. Barnes shot both men a glare. Then the high pitched whine of Barnes newest fling squealed his name and that was Clint and Nat’s queue to hightail it out of there. The collective groans from the rest of the team matched her thoughts.

~A couple days later~

“Loki, I don’t know what I’m going to do, this project is worth too much for me to go safe,” you sighed as you laid your head on his lap. He was reading some classic novel for his English class in the student commons. His fingers nimbly moved through your hair as he held the book in the other hand.

“Darling, just go back to the ice rink,” he knew almost immediately when something was up when you were walking together a couple days later. The perspective bastard. Loki was your best friend since middle school, his brother Thor was the star quarterback for the football team in both high school and here.

“Why would I do that,” you pouted.

“Because you clearly want to draw this man, and it will ruin you for months just like that piece you did of Helena,” he said shortly. Helena or Hela was his big sister and she was absolutely stunning. You had pined over drawing her for a piece for months before Loki forced you to ask her. It fixed everything and life back to normal after you painted the piece.

“I hate when you do that,” you whined, his eyes flicking down to your face.

“Hate what darling,” he mused.

“That, being reasonable and knowing what I need before I admit what I need to do.” He laughed and ruffled your hair affectionately.

“Comes with years of experience,” he sighed and placed his book down next to his leg. “Do bundle up this time will you,” he called as you walked away, you quickly flipped him the bird as you rounded the corner.

And there you were back at the rink again. Although tonight was a game night and the rink was packed. “20 dollars,” a nasally boy said as he pushed his glasses up, he looked bored out of his mind.

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him.

“It’s 20 dollars to get in the game,” he said in an annoyed tone.

“Oh, I’m a student,” you showed your ID card, he rolled his eyes, “5 dollars.” You nodded and placed the five down. Only partners of the team got in free. Perk of fucking one of the team members you guessed, that must have outweighed the fear of them cheating or getting bored. You knew that wasn’t fair. At least two of the guys were in committed relationships and one was in an on again off again relationship. The rest though you weren’t sure, you shock your head at the thought.

You caught the flaming red hair of Nat in her reserved seat next to the bench, Peggy was next to her. There were a few open seats at the top of the rink, not great from getting a good view of what you needed to draw. But it would have to do. Instantly your eyes were drawn to Barnes, number 17, flying up the ice leaving the opposing team in the dust, snow? With a quick flick of his wrist the puck was shot sideways and Barton scored. The crowd stood and cheered loudly. You wished you had ear plugs now. The buzzer was insanely loud and made your ears ring. How Nat enjoyed this you’d never understand. Barton. You thought, Nat wasn’t big on sports, but she was big on her sweet boyfriend.

You focused on Barnes as he showboated around the rink, celebrating his assist. He moved so fluidly, you were mesmerized. You drew many little pieces focusing on the movement trying to capture the effortlessness of him skating. You were startled from your drawing when the buzzer screeched again the crowd roared in applause. The team scored again and it seemed to be Barnes that scored this time. Hats flew onto the ice as he skated around. That was odd, you squinted at the action. His eyes caught yours for a split second as he rushed past and it felt like eternity.

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simpxxstan · 7 months

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perfect complements (ch. 2)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.4k

warnings: bickering.

a/n: i have never been to a therapist/counsellor, so i apologise if there are factual inaccuracies in how the process of counselling goes. the italicized portion is an excerpt from the past, and that's how it'll be indicated in the rest of the story!

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The walls of the counsellor’s office are painted blue and green- quite contrary to what you had thought would be clinically white and even more depressing. There’s no sign of Seungcheol though, as you sit in the small waiting space outside the office, reading a magazine off the coffee table, your legs shaking nervously.

The man you’re waiting for storms in through the door, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and his slightly longer hair all fluffy and messy. “Sorry I’m late,” he says to no one, especially not you since he’s averted his glance from you as soon as he entered, and there’s no one else in the space. “Dr. Lee is waiting for us.” You speak softly, trying to level your tone. He takes a minute to brace himself before looking at you, fixing his hair, fixing his crumpled shirt, and breathing in.

In the past sixteen hours, you’ve thought about this moment a million times at least. It’s been a long time coming, and you know Seungcheol knows it as well as you. Wonwoo has spoken to the two of you multiple times, and yet- things never seem to improve.

It’s not like you purposely piss him off, well, most of the time. He is a dickhead, but it’s not like you have a lot of free time just to educate him on being a better human in the world. It’s mostly a slip here and there, and the spark blasts.

It started on a rainy day, in the middle of August. You really didn’t like the rain, to make it worse you’d got your period that morning. You wanted to go home as soon as possible, but all public transport had suddenly disappeared, leaving you stranded in the monsoon on a busy street where no one cared about you, no matter how desperately you called for a taxi. It was just not your day-

But all that had a hope of reversing when you noticed a familiar smile and a wave through a car window, which was right next to you now. “Seungcheol-ssi?” you asked. “Can I give you a ride, Prof Y/L/N?” You started refusing him, hands moving animatedly, but then he gave you a look- oh- and you couldn’t refuse him anymore. “Please. You’ve been standing here for the past twenty minutes,” he said, as you shuffled into his car, trying to not wet the seats but in vain. “You’ve been watching me?” “Uh-” he was nervous now, “no I was just…” “Hey, I really appreciate your offer. I was really having a difficult time. Thank you so much, Seungcheol-ssi.” Three months into his new job, and you both had developed a good relationship, being of nearly the same age. The three other professors in your department were all above fifty, two even due to retire that year, leaving you two as the youngest of the department, and it was a good partnership. You enjoyed talking about the subjects that you had chosen as the first loves of your lives over a cup of coffee, sometimes you would smile at him for a second too long when he would speak of his pet dog Kkuma, sometimes he would return the smile when you spoke fondly about your favourite students.

The car ride was also just as smooth as the rest of Choi Seungcheol. As much as he was an eye candy, you had decided you were certainly not interested in him, having noticed how well he got along with every female (and most male) faculty members of the university, and his smiles were just not reserved for you. Within weeks, he had students fawning over him, and soon he was becoming the most popular professor in the university, not just among students but also among your colleagues. While you had no fancies for these titles, it felt a little weird losing the good rapport you had worked hard in building, being the only female professor in the department. Or maybe it was just you being too competitive.

Anyhow, when Seungcheol played the music of your favourite idol group, you couldn’t complain. The depressive mood from the rains had already mellowed out. You raised your eyebrows at him in query, he replied, “What? I’ve seen their photocard behind your phone.” He smiled again, and you smiled back. So attentive.

Just then, there was a crazy sound from his car. Alarmed, he instantly got out of the car to check- soon there was smoke coming up from the front of the car. You felt guilty sitting in the dry shade of the rain while he lifted the front hood of the car, drenched in the rain, trying to figure out the issue, so you stepped out. “I’m sorry- I really-” “No, hey, why are you apologising to me?” “I don’t know what’s wrong. I think I’ll have to call a mechanic.” You looked around, it was a shockingly deserted area, maybe the rain had washed away all people into their homes. As evening began to descend, your cramps got worse, not improving as the wetness of the rain began settling into your bones.

“Should we wait inside the car? I’ve called for the mechanic, but they’ll definitely take some time.”

“Sure. I mean, we don’t have an option, do we?” You chuckled, trying to reduce the tension. “I’m sorry I got you stuck in this.” “Nah, it’s okay.” “You can try looking for a cab-” “Do you see a cab out there, Choi Seungcheol?” you snapped out a bit too harshly, recoiling instantly. He was taken aback too, wincing. “Sorry, I just…” Then he grew quiet, and so did you.

Seconds became minutes.

Minutes to hours.

Precisely, two and a quarter hours, before the mechanic arrived.

Your water bottle was empty, your lunch long finished, the cramps growing worse in the confined space and the anxiety, and Seungcheol wasn’t a close friend who you could become casual around. So you kept your legs down, your heels on, even if your ankles hurt. You kept your hair tied, even if the hair tie began to hurt your scalp, because your hair was too unruly to let down. You couldn’t even take off your jacket, because your body was too cold to let go of even one piece of clothing.

This was really not your day.

There was no conversation, mainly because you were afraid of snapping again. He stepped out to help the mechanic, and you closed your eyes tight in the car, trying to hold back the pain. Wordlessly, the mechanic left after the issue was fixed, the rain still pouring relentlessly, and Seungcheol came back into the car.

Thankfully, this time when he tried to start the car, it roared to life. After travelling slowly for fifteen minutes, Seungcheol spoke up, “It’s almost seven- do you want to get some ramyeon before heading home?” You weren’t even looking at him, but you could sense the expectation in his voice. “My treat, to make up for the-”

“I want to go home, Seungcheol.” Your voice was bitterer than you had thought. Seungcheol extended his hand to your arm, and you flinched. “Can you please drive me to my neighbourhood? I don’t want to stay here a minute more.” He took back his hand in a second, and amped up the speed of the car. In less than twenty minutes you were in the front of your home, the address you had input into the Google Maps of the car dashboard earlier.

Without a word, you stepped out of the car, into the rain that had fizzled down to a drizzle now. Seungcheol was looking at you, and you had no way to avoid his eyes now. “I’m sorry for making your day so bad. Really, if I could make it-” “Bye, Choi Seungcheol-ssi. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And you had turned your back on the man who had drove you home that evening, the hopeful glint in his eyes burning in your head but other feelings like exhaustion, pain and desperation overwhelming you.

“Has anger always been an issue for you?”

Ouch, that was harsh. You had thought counsellors were soft with their words- but then, you’d never been to one’s office before. Seungcheol seemed calmer than before now, honestly that irked you more. Was he actually okay with sitting here? Being reprimanded for how you couldn’t help but behave around each other, at the age of thirty-three?

“I don’t know… I guess I’ve always had a slightly sharp tongue. Quick to lose my temper.”

Seungcheol sighed next to you. You can feel his eyes poring into your face, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“And you, Prof. Choi?”

“I don’t think so. I think Prof. Y/L/N brings out the worst in me.”

Now you’re looking straight at him, and you know he’s facing you while saying the words. “Excuse me?”

“Prof. Y/L/N-”

“I’ve never faced issues with my temper before, you know. Yes, some may call me an alpha but-”

A laugh escaped from your lips before you could help it.

“Prof. Y/L/N, please refrain from scoffing here. Remember the common goal.” Dr. Lee reminded you.

“I can’t help it, Dr. Lee. It’s blatantly obnoxious for Prof. Choi to think of himself as an alpha. Why, the man’s scared of ghosts! As if ghosts even exist.”

“Prof. Y/L/N-”

“Might I inform you, Dr. Lee, than Prof. Y/L/N has a phobia of thunderstorms. She can’t stand seeing lightning, absoltely shivers like-”

“Professors!”

Again the dreadful feeling of being reprimanded.

“Laughing at each other’s phobias are petty and not acceptable. This is a safe space. We are all respectful of each other’s fears, irrespective of how they appear to us. We have a common goal of resolution, please be mindful.” Your eyes were cast downward, fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’m sorry, Dr. Lee.”

There was a sharp intake of air from Choi Seungcheol.

“But I don’t think this can ever reach resolution,” you complete, nearly standing up from your chair. Seungcheol openly scoffs at you now, laughing at your surrender. Exactly what he was pushing you for.

“There, there! No need to rush, Professor. How about, we move on to the first activity I’ve planned for you both?”

You pause, sitting back in your chair.

“Activity?” Seungcheol asks, running fingers through his hair.

“Yes! It’s part of my toolkit for couples’ therapy-”

“This isn’t couple’s therapy,” you both chime together. It’s getting annoying how often people think of you as a couple.

Dr. Lee only chuckles, as if they had laid the bait out for you to hold on to, and you both had caught on to it like fishes. You gasp, realising this session may be more complicated than you thought.

“Of course! Now, have either of you done colouring before? Ever heard of art therapy?”

Seungcheol shakes his head, while you nod. “I colour on my phone sometimes- numbered colouring. Stress relieving, it is for me.” Dr. Lee smiles. “Yes! Except, we’ll not be doing numbered colouring.” They pull out a sheet of paper from underneath their desk, and lay it right in front of you both.

It’s a beautiful picture of a scene from nature- trees, foliage, flowers, even a river through the grass. But in black and white outline, and more spaces marked in between indicating where to fill in colours.

Then Dr. Lee brings out a pack of colour pencils, and keeps it beside the sheet of paper.

“Can I trust you both to fill this in?”

Seungcheol’s jaw actually drops. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more surprised.

“You want us to fill this with colours? Colour pencils?”

“Yes! It’s really quite simple, and really would be great for healing you through all the stress of work during the day.” Dr. Lee’s smile is genial, but you don’t feel it catching on to you. The thought of colouring this- with Seungcheol- does nothing but add up to your stress.

“Alright.” Seungcheol is doing it again- pushing you to surrender. He even picks up the sheet and colour pencils and stands up, looking at you expectantly.

But you’re not going to give up so easily.

It’s a matter of your pride after all.

“We’ll bring this to you, all complete and pretty, at our next session!” You’re staring into Seungcheol’s soul, seeing the panic flash momentarily before he dons his standard pretty smile, gums threatening to show.

“Yes, Dr. Lee!” And for a second, you wonder if this was how he used to suck up to his teachers in school, all cute and excited- but, you forget the thought quickly, as Dr. Lee stands up, a very knowing smile in their eyes, waiting to bid you goodbye. As you both shuffle out of the room, you face Seungcheol outside the office. “Our next session is day after tomorrow. What were you thinking when you promised to complete this, like a little good girl, so eager to please?” he snaps, standing inches away from you.

“Seungcheol, spare me your nonsense. I’ll take it home today and complete the top half, and you can take it home tomorrow and complete the bottom half.”

“Impossible. I have at least two dozens of projects to go through. I’ll not be coming to work tomorrow. No time for this” he points at the sheet in his hand.

“Then I’ll just come over tomorrow evening, after your project corrections are done. We can complete it together. Makes the process quicker.” You know you’re stepping into extremely risky territory, but hell, even you didn’t want to go home and colour on a lovely day like this. Wine and jazz sounded much better.

He seems to ponder over the offer for a second. Then he takes out his right hand from his pocket, and holds it out to you. “Deal,” he says, and you almost scoff at his childish behaviour. Then you shake your right hand with his, and take a step back.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, my place, at 8?”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll text you the address-”

“I have it already, Prof. Choi.” you say quietly, before turning your back on him and walking away slowly, ignoring his eyes on your back.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 16 days

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Could you write something with number 21:

A character is being held by an unsub and thinks about the team they are sure will save them.

Like I know a lot of people on tumblr write this storyline, but I just love it sooo much😩😩 I’m thinking that reader is being held by the unsub and it affects Spencer the most, and then you can decide the rest🫶🫶🫶

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Hi lovely Anon! 🌼🌼🌼

I would love to write this fic for you! I hadn't thought of this idea with Spencer, and I love it. If you are willing to say in another ask or dm would you like it to be fem!reader or gender neutral!reader? And do you like earlier seasons Spencer or later seasons Spencer? If you don't have a preference I'll just go with what feels right, but I want you to have some say as you asked .

It may take a while for me to write this, but I already have the idea brewing in my head. I do have an Emily fic to finish and then I want to write a hurt!Aaron fic, then this will come next after those, fic wise at least. Near the end of the semester, I always start to feel overwhelmed and sad, so I'm just taking it more slowly with posting on Tumblr. I'm still checking in every day to see how my friends are doing. I appreciate everyone who encourages me every day though. Y'all are amazing. If you are a student, make sure you're keeping track of your work and talk to your teachers or profs if you feel lost. That's why we are here. Please take care of yourselves today - Love Levi❤️

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notmaplemable · 10 months

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Weapons of Summer Love Part 10

Everyone made mistakes.

Willow choosing to leave her home, to try to become a huntress, was the worst that she had ever made. At least, that's what she thought when she decided to leave Beacon.

Ozpin: Ms. Schnee, I know how... difficult it is to recover from the loss of a teammate, let alone a partner, but I believe that leaving your team is a poor decision.

Willow: It's not a decision I make lightly.

Ozpin: I'm sure you've spent the last few days convincing yourself that becoming a huntress in training was a mistake, but-

Willow: With all do respect, it's an easy decision to come to, and one that you will not convince me to abandon.

Ozpin: Hmmm. If you believe a change of scenery could help, I could have you transferred to one of the other academies. Such as in Atlas.

Willow: I have no interest in transferring. I simply wish to return to where I belong.

Ozpin: ...Hmm. I'll have the necessary paperwork delivered to your dorm within the hour.

Willow: Thank you.

Ozpin: Hmm.

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Minutes later, Willow exits the elevator leading up to Ozpin's office. Finding an almost empty room, except for one Summer Rose. Who's team she'd grown particularly close to.

Willow would even call her a good friend.

Summer: Willow!

Willow: Hello Summer, I see you're recovering well.

Summer: Yeah, I guess. Why were you in Prof. Ozpin's office for?

Willow: I was just doing the post mission debriefing, since Blanche is still recovering.

Summer: Oh, that's what I'm about to do.

Willow: Hmm, how's Qrow?

Summer: He's going stir crazy in the infirmary, but he's healing well. You should go visit him.

Willow: That's... No, I unfortunately have some matters to attend to. But would you mind delivering this to him after you're done? *Holds out a letter addressed to Qrow*

Summer: Oh, umm, sure. Is it... a dirty letter?

Willow: *Chuckles* No, but I would appreciate if you didn't read it before delivering it to him.

Summer: Oh, of course! Do you need anything- Ooh!

Willow: *Hugs Summer* Thank you. For everything.

Summer: You're welcome? Are you sure everything is okay?

Willow: *Pulls away* Of course. Now, I have to... attend to some business. I'll see you soon.

Summer: You know, maybe we can do something with both of our teams? You know... after... you know what, nevermind. I'll just see you soon.

And that would be the last time Willow would see anyone from STRQ for many years.

Too many years.

#rwby #weapons of summer love au #willow schnee #summer rose #ozpin

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headspace-hotel · 1 year

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As a hillbilly living in a rural area I'm loving your posts about humanity's current disconnect from nature.

I do have a question for you though: do you think that people living in cities, suburbs, and other such uuuuh concrete jugle-y areas are more likely to have such an extreme disconnect from nature? I mean obviously we are all disconnected from nature to some degree because even in rural areas there are so many parts of nature we don't get to see. But I am curious if you think that partaking in things like hunting, fishing, and other such rural hobbies makes a person appreciate nature a little more.

I know that for me personally living a more rural life definitely makes me feel more connected to nature. I've had a lot of experiences with the natural world around me that I wouldn't have had in the city, and being around so many bugs and plants all the time kind of gives you no choice but to learn how to live alongside them. I'm getting really good at identifying bugs and various small animals because they are always in my house 😭

Aside from my own personal experiences I also know that people in my town have a much better understanding of where their food comes from because most of them hunt/grow a lot of it themselves. My brother actually worked at a local butcher that processed local folks' livestock and hunted meat. My town even has its own community garden! And of course we all have at least some understanding of how to do things like identify venomous snakes and spiders, how to behave around certain wildlife, etc.

But do you think it's enough to make a meaningful difference? Is it a step in the right direction?

I'm starting to realize that you and I probably way, way, way, overestimate a city-bound person's typical literacy with nature. Apparently there are real human adults that don't want to eat eggs that came from chickens, or apples that came from trees. I,,,am still having difficulty accepting this but...it feels kinda plausible and i am scared lol

Having friends that hunt and farm, living surrounded by farm land and woods, definitely has put me more in casual contact with the natural world.

One of my realization moments for this was my anthropology class where the prof asked if we had ever had a "farm-to-table dinner" and I was like...I mean i've eaten at my friend's house, and their family farms for a living, and so i've had their goats milk and like kale and potatoes and stuff?? but actually, this is a specific Experience people seek out where they go to a farm and eat a meal made of stuff only from that farm. I don't know, Id never heard of it.

I don't think that rural life predisposes you to sustainable use of resources at all. Gestures to, uh, all of the history of the USA. But yeah I think you have to have a basic idea of how The Ground Is Make Your Foods to really...grasp higher nuances of the "how do we relate to the planet" conversation.

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pardi-real · 3 months

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Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 12 - Foundation for Feelings

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Miyaji: "Apologies for the wait, my lord. How are you? I hope you're not tired, listening to everyone?"

> "I'm fine"

Miyaji: "Good to hear. If I could, I'd like to shorten the conversation and ease your burden... But looking at the card and reflecting on myself, words I want to convey to you overflow. I'm usually not very talkative… so it's odd. Anyway, this is an important step to save you, so I'll do it properly. Is that okay with you?"

> "Yeah, understood"

Miyaji: "Great. Now, take a look at my tarot card. Mine is the 'Temperance' in ‘reverse’. In essence, it means 'lack of self-control' or 'emotional.' It accurately describes me. At first glance, I might appear as a mature person, but... my lord, you know how my true self is different, right?

Especially... when it comes to Lucas. When it comes to him, I inevitably become emotional and decide to always ‘give him the cold shoulder’... Phew… Hearing it myself makes my ears hurt. But at least for now... I've realized that mistake.

Being able to listen to Lucas' words and opening my heart again… it was none other than you, my lord, who gave me that opportunity. If it weren't for you... I would have lost my life… with lingering resentment between us.

Not just me, but also Lato, Haures, Bastien, and many other comrades... Would have ended up bearing the despair of fierce battles and losing comrades… Sorry. My habit is to imagine the worst. But... that didn't become reality. Thanks to you being here... we've been spared from witnessing the worst outcomes.

Maybe... someone else has already told you, but... you’re not only important to me, but also to the people in this world. Thanks to you... this world has experienced positive changes.

Thank you very much, my lord. I owe it to you, that I've come to cherish my own life. Thank you.”

> “Likewise, thank you"

Miyaji: "......It's strange. In front of you, my lord... I always end up talking a lot. I feel a familial warmth, and I think it's the same with Lato and Flure... Maybe I'm... relying on you?"

> "Huh..."

Miyaji: "Oops. That was an unnecessary remark as a butler. But this time, the purpose was to 'convey our feelings as they are.' I'd appreciate it if you could overlook my slight slip of the tongue. Phew... Thanks for hearing me talking for so long, my lord. Well then... I'll call Lato and Flure now."

~ A little while later ~

Lato: "Well… we managed to convey our feelings to the lord… but isn't it earlier than planned?"

Flure: "Yeah. The lord came to the Earth Temple sooner than expected too... Maybe everyone's being considerate and trying not to make the conversation too long. It must be tough for you to listen to the stories from 17 people..."

> "It's not a problem"

Flure: "Fufu. Thank you for saying that. Now, we have the three butlers from the villa left... After hearing everyone's feelings... I hope we can find the answer to save you!"

Lato: "Don't worry. If we can't find the answer, we can create one ourselves. Let's break this cursed fate. With you, we can do it. Because you... released me from the curse shackling me."

Flure: "I-I don't really get it... but when you say that, it feels like we might work it out. Anyway... If there's anything we can do to help, we'll do anything. Feel free to call me when you're in trouble! My lord!"

> "Thank you, Flure"

Lato: "Even when you're not in trouble, feel free to reach out to me, my lord."

> "Thank you, Lato"

Flure: "Ah! M-me too!"

Miyaji: "Heh… I feel like talking like this forever... but it seems Teddy is waiting outside… Should I go get him?"

Teddy: "Ah! Um…”

Click

Teddy: “S-sorry for interrupting… It seemed like you were in the middle of a conversation… Um... Have Prof. Miyaji and others finished talking?"

Miyaji: "Ah, yes. We've each expressed our feelings."

Teddy: "I see! That's good to hear. Then, it's our turn, the three butlers from the villa. My lord. Let me guide you to the 'Wind Temple' as the final one. It's a bit far… but it's a really wonderful place! I think you'll like it!"

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#tarot of destiny #aknk

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umbreonix · 4 months

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I didnt realize you have a tumblr thats amazing!! I just wanted to say beating about the bush is one of my most favorite fics ever and thank you for writing it!!!! I reread it constantly and the writing is soooooo funny and i think that fic is what truly got me into revalink. Ince again, ty for writing and if you ever continue it i can die happy

THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SO LATE AT REPLYING. T_T ao3 and tumblr messages all mean a ton to me but then I get so paralyzed at responding because I wanna craft the perfect reply that expresses how thankful I am that you took time out of your day to tell me you liked something I made T_T Especially when people tell me they REGUALRILY REREAD MY STUFF??? THAT'S SO COOL AND HUMBLING. My ao3 inbox is sitting at 343 comments though and I'm overwhelmed and ridden with guilt that I snubbed people with my perfectionist procrastination at crafting 'the perfect reply' when any reply is better than none. I will try to at least be much faster if not instantanous about tumblr inbox messages though! I'm actually really interested in rejoining revalink fandom and I want to... idk feel like I have a relationship with you all, (revalink producers, consumers, enjoyers, EVERYONE. If you are reading this and like revalink I mean YOU) I'm rambling XD I'm so excited to be off twitter and somewhere where I can type without word limits that I am ABUSING IT. Anywhoo yeah! I've been having a LOT of beating about the bush and youtubers au thoughts recently. I think about them every night when I go to bed. I really want to get back into writing BATB but I'm so rusty, but I have serious plans to!

BATB was always very special to me because I usually try to write stuff I think people 'want to read' but BATB was something that started off being 'I'm doing this for me. I'm not holding myself to standards of quality, I'm just going to have fun' and then people ended up really vibing with it!

It was definitely also my 'wish fufillment fic' Escapism into a small town surrounded by nature, being friends with all your neighbours that are so close you can just walk over to their house. I'm a geoscientist and I LOVE feildwork. A lot of my friends go off every summer in small Revali-type private planes to work in the Northern Canadian wilderness and I'm GREEN with envy so a bit of that is in there too fkjgn.

PLUS REVALI's ACREAGE. UG. My prof had an acreage he filled with all of his favourite things. a house for cats, a house for dogs, a-barn-renovated-into-a-home-gym. I thought 'that is the LIFE' and immediately took inspo giving revali an acreage to fill with all his fav things.

so tl:dr uh.. THANK YOU. I APPRECIATE YOU. AND I HOPE TO UPDATE EVENTUALLY! WHOOT!

#REVALINK #beating about the bush #revalink human au

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pixelblaze · 1 year

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yan prof venom with a sensitive, obedient and overall rlly kind s/o that actually doesn't mind being kidnapped bc she was deprived of love until she met him? srry for it being so specific shshsh ty for ur time!

Oh don’t worry, I appreciate the specifics >:) thank you so much for the ask!

cw!: Yandere themes!

please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with such themes!

-Yan! Professor Venomous with sensitive, obedient, kind s/o-

-You’re so kind and gentle…and making you his darling was just as easy as he had calculated.

-You practically walked into his palms, and now you were his, locked away in his mansion for him and him alone.

-He finds your willingness to be with him admittedly a little surprising and curious. Not that he’s complaining, he just doesn’t understand it.

-“Aren’t you…frightened?”

-Well yes, you are but…

-He loves you. Truly, genuinely loves you.

-And if being here with him, locked up forever is where you felt loved, then it’s where you wanted to stay.

-The two of you get along great.

-You’re obedient and quiet and kind, never trying to fight him or escape, and he shows you all the love in the world in return.

-Your good behavior gets you lots of rewards. Such as opportunities to leave the house, or more quality time spent with him.

-You really feed his yandere tendencies when you’re kind and gentle. He enjoys rewarding you by taking you out on the town on occasion, but, oh, you’re so perfect and wonderful that he finds it hard to let you be around people who don’t deserve to be in your presence.

-He knows he doesn’t deserve you. No one does. But he can at least keep you safe, right?

-He’d do ANYTHING for you when you’re kind and patient with him. He’s so so so enamored with you it’s almost Frustrating for him.

-“Oh, y/n…You’re too good for me…”he whispers while he runs his fingers through your hair.

-He’s so thankful you’re obedient, he’s never had to punish you. And for that, he’s glad.

-All in all, he needs you and your kindness and sensitivity in his life. And you need his love and validation in yours, and if that means being his prisoner then so be it.

-The two of you get along really well. In fact, you’ve never had a fight. Why would you fight? You have nothing to fight over. You don’t find his expectations for you overly demanding, and you don’t mind being his captive. So there’s nothing to fight about.

thank you for reading~

#Ok ko #ok ko Professor venomous #ok ko Professor venomous x reader #Professor venomous x reader

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 months

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The way ADC was mid-sentence and said something along the lines of “A TikTok influencer or something, is it good?” Before answering the question… making sure they were rolling 😂

It just makes me so appreciative of the fact that she has always been just a real ass bitch.

I love that woman.

Also that whole interaction is giving MBFW Lexa vibes on a book tour, doing a quick Q&A. Maybe prof AU during an interview with a student or something for a university news article.

You can just always tell she's genuinely surprised when people want to talk to 🥴 but also I get it I mean,,, who does red carpet interviews with a clip mic? That was strange. Very Miley at the Grammy's going "iPhones??" and they're not wrong lol

And YES very very much Professor Lexa energy. Woman has never used tiktok a day in her life but ya know, she's uhhh ya know she's hip 👀 er, well, she knows what it is at least. But ANYWAY yeah, any time a student needs a quite for a paper or a thesis, sometimes doing a quick Q&A for an up coming academic conference. She's done a lecture circuit or two in her day and shown in a few bigger name galleries, so it's not entirely unheard of that people like a good blurb for the scholastic write up of the event. But, oof. Elbow Patches does her best work behind a podium. Clarke's not kidding about when Lexa's not in Professor Mode or spicy mode she tends to be a little less smoothe 😬

#dysco lymonade #prof/stu au #teach me

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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Short story.

This will be a two or three part series. This story is entirely fictional. Theme was submitted by a fan. Final year uni student decides to make money by being a teaching assistant to a hot up and coming professor from overseas.

Elizabeth was a final year student in a local uni and as her education draws to a close, she needed to make some extra cash for the potential months of unemployment ahead. She got her chance when the school offered her a teaching assistant (TA) job for $50/hour and sessions last been 2-3 hours daily. On average, that meant that she’d make at least $500 extra a week.

She managed to get a TA position with a new professor that taught sociology and that is something she’s always scored well in. When she first saw her teacher, she had a crush on him. He’s tall, handsome, has a commanding voice and dresses extremely well.

“Hi prof, my name is Elizabeth and I’ll be your teaching assistant for the rest of the year.” Elizabeth said as she confidently introduced herself to him.

“Hi Elizabeth, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Marco and I hope we can get along in the next couple of months.” Marco said as he reached out to give her an Italian greeting by pecking her on both cheeks.

That simple encounter left Elizabeth feeling electrified and left her wanting more. Something primal in her awoken.

The first few weeks went by pretty fast and Elizabeth’s crush grew deeper and deeper. She knew it was wrong but she fantasized about Marco whenever her boyfriend fucked her and she started making him dress like Marco.

Little did she know, Marco too had a thing for her. He always saw Elizabeth in school and dressed well. She knew how to flaunt her curves and being a single expat in a new country, he always wanted to try a local girl. He’s seen his fair share of hot students but none like Elizabeth.

“Are you free after this? Want to grab a coffee before your class starts?” Marco asked Elizabeth as they wrapped up their class.

“Sure, I’d love to. I have time to burn anyway.” Elizabeth said, clearly lying because she had to rush off for her next class.

Marco knew he wanted to ask her out the moment he saw her outfit. It gave him a huge boner and he just wanted to spend time with her so he could take sneaky pictures of her and jerk off to them.

At the coffee place, they both started chatting like friends instead of a student teacher relationship.

“Hey, do you mind if I ask for your IG? I know it’s not professional but I feel like I want to get to know you more, so we can bond further.” Marco asked, but deep down he already found out her IG and has already started fapping to her pictures.

“Sure, of course.” Elizabeth replied, flattered by the interest from Marco.

“Wow, you’re famous. And you have a fantastic dress sense.” Marco commented upon seeing her IG for the “first time”.

“Oh that’s nothing. Sex sells and guys like to see such things. But in reality, I’m just a potato.” Elizabeth answered.

“Oh no, please never say that. You’re an absolutely stunning individual and your dress sense portrays your confidence and if you’ve got it, flaunt it.” Marco replied, his hand reaching out to touch her hand, comforting her and reassuring her.

“Oh you’re sweet. And I appreciate it.” Elizabeth replied, blushing.

“Pose for me. I want to post an IG story and poll it. Just want to show you how amazing you are.” Marco said, disguising his intent to take a new cleavage picture of her for fapping purposes.

“Awww, that’s very sweet of you.” Elizabeth said as she posed for him.

“You look great. If you have a bf, he’s sure to be a lucky guy.” Marco said, trying to find out if she’s single.

“Oh yes, he compliments me every day. One of the reasons why I love him.” Elizabeth replied.

“That’s cute. Anyway, I’ve taken too much of your time. You should head to class.” Marco replied, wanting to quickly head to the toilet to jerk off to the 7 sexy pictures he got of her.

“Actually, I missed my class. I wanted to spend time with you.” Elizabeth said, feeling a bit guilty.

“That’s not right. You should never skip class for me. You can always have me after class. Now, follow me.” Marco said, stunned but secretly happy.

They walked in silence to his office and he said, “Sit down. We are going to revise what you’re supposed to have learnt today. If you get any questions wrong, you’ll be punished. But for every correct question, you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes prof. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Elizabeth said as she excitedly awaited the quiz because she was very sure she’d get all correct.

Alas, she did. She got full marks and that left Marco very impressed.

“How shall I reward you?” Marco asked.

“I want to jerk you off with my tits.” Elizabeth said, leaving Marco turned on but shocked.

“What?” Marco asked, shocked, but getting a boner.

“I’ve seen you stare multiple times. You know you want it. I know I want it. You said you’d reward me. This is ,y reward.” Elizabeth said, as she inched towards him to unzip his pants.

As she did, out popped his huge dick. She stroked it and said, “Everything but penetrative sex. Those are my rules.”

“Ugh fuck, this feels so wrong but it feels so good too.” Marco grunted as Elizabeth started sucking his cock.

After it was lubricated with her saliva, she poured some lube down her chest and tightly wrapped her tits around his cock. She started jerking his cock off using her tits and talked dirty to him, trying to get him to cum faster.

“Prof, did you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you? Especially when my bf fucks me.” Elizabeth said, looking up at his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you to spank my ass whenever I make a mistake marking the papers with you.”

“I’ve wanted to suck your dick or tease you with sexy pictures whilst you’re teaching.”

“I’ve wanted you to put a vibrator in me and tease me for the whole 3 hours when you’re teaching.”

“I wanted you to titty fuck me and blast your cum all over my chest before lesson. I hear post nut clarity is amazing.”

“I want you to remember that only I have the best tits and my tits can get you off.”

The more she talked dirty, the harder Marco got. He was in heaven. His cock was being squeezed by her huge tits. Within minutes, he was about to cum.

“Ugh fuck Elizabeth. I’m about to cum. I’ve never had a titty fuck before but your tits are amazing.” Marco groaned, trying to contain his climax.

“Of course you haven’t. I will control all your orgasms from now on.” Elizabeth said as she titty fucked hi, faster and harder.

Within seconds, Marco couldn’t control it and he unleashed a hot load of cum all over her chest.

“Oh god, that was fucking amazing.” Marco said breathlessly, enjoying the release.

Elizabeth winked at him before licking his dick clean, tempting him further.

Part 1 done. How much more orgasms will Marco get? Will he have sex with Elizabeth? Stay horny to find out more.

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beloved-blaiddyd · 22 days

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Dear Prof. Veritas,

I wanted to say this to someone at least once in a lifetime without any context behind it.

Rawr.

Yes, that's it. I hope you and your friend have a good day! Oh, and thank you for reminding me to do my work despite me already finishing it, hehe. Your reminder is highly appreciated <3

Sincerely,

Ms. Reli

I'll just assume whatever pestilence you acquired is contagious. Visit Professor Manuela and ask for a rabies checkup as well— and then please go take a rest, Miss Reli. Who knows, maybe fatigue might just be the real cause for this abnormal behavior. That, or you're inherently delirious.

#$ the fool of april 2024 #$ support conversations #$ c-support = reli #(i know who this is but still lmao-)

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littlelewdmable · 1 year

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He's Very Friendly: An Extended Edition

"Game Over!" The sound radiated from Jaune's scroll as he'd died yet again in the game he was playing. He sighed and closed his scroll. Jaune sat up on the Rose's families living room couch.

It was the week after their semester exams, and after weeks of intense study sessions and more tests than Jaune ever wanted to see again, Yang and Ruby had invited him to spend their break week with them on Patch.

Why didn't they bring Blake or Weiss?

Weiss' sister, Winter, happened to have a posting in Vale for the next few weeks and Weiss wanted to spend time with her. Which was certainly understandable.

Blake, well, she kind of just didn't want to come. Though judging by the fact the Yang kept making jokes about her, "Spending a little time in the sun," her wanted alone time was probably less due to her wanting alone time and more her wanted quality time with a certain blond leader.

As for Jaune's own team, Pyrrha was visiting her mothers in Argus. Nora basically demanded Jaune leave so that she could "Ride Ren like a show pony." So it was looking like there would be some cleanup for both dorms.

Jaune had to sleep on the living room couch last night. Seeing as he doubted either Yang or Ruby would appreciate him sleeping in their bed and it just wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do. Though seeing as it was now a little past eight and the girls probably both wouldn't be up until at least noon, it didn't leave Jaune with much to do.

That was until he heard someone walking down the stairs. Looking back over his shoulder he saw a Rose, though not the one that had invited him over, but Summer Rose. Wearing an old, oversized, band t-shirt. It covered the shorts that she was wearing, or Jaune guessed that she was wearing. He really couldn't quite tell.

"Good morning Jaune," Summer said in a sing-song tone, "I hope the couch wasn't too uncomfortable for you. If it was, you could always sleep in my bed." Summer laughed before leaning over the back of the couch.

Jaune looked away from Summer, but not before getting a peek of the fact the she wasn't wearing a bra. And the fact that if he didn't know for a fact that Ruby and Yang had different mothers, he wouldn't have doubted for a second that Yang was Summer's child.

Which is to say, Summer would probably give Yang and Prof. Goodwitch a run for their money in the Bustiest In Beacon awards.

"Yeah, I umm, slept fine." Jaune said rubbing the back of his head. Trying to get the thought of Summer topless out of his head. That last thing Jaune needed was to get a 'Red Rocket' as Yang liked to joke about.

"I didn't hear a no to you sleeping with me," Summer teased before giving Jaune a playful pat on his shoulder. "Now come on, I'll make you some breakfast and then we can figure out what we're doing for today." Summer walked into the kitchen.

Jaune got up from the couch and followed Summer. Just a little breakfast. What was the worst that could happen?

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Well, it wasn't just a little breakfast. In fact, if Jaune's mom had served the whole household with the food he'd just eaten, it would have been considered a pretty decent helping for everyone.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast, Jaune?" Summer said placing a hand on Jaune's shoulder once again.

"Yeah, it was amazing. Thank you Mrs. Rose."

"You can call me Summer, Jaune." Summer said grabbing his now empty plate and taking it over to the sink. "And I'm glad you enjoyed it. You may not believe it, but I used to be a terrible cook before Ruby was born." Summer began cleaning up.

"It's going to be a beautiful day today," Summer said looking out the window overlooking the sink, "Great weather at the very least."

Jaune took the opportunity to look at Summer as she stared out the window. Shapely legs and wide hips. She certainly wasn't lacking her lower body. Jaune getting a clearer look as she leaned over, the shirt being oh so close to revealing... whatever Summer called het butt.

"Oh Jaune," Summer said in a sing song tone once again, pulling her shirt up to reveal that she was only wearing a pair of white and red panties underneath. "You like what you see?" She swayed her hips side to side as Jaune tried to come up with some sort of response.

Jaune failed miserably as he sputtered away, pulling a convincing impression of Ruby, Summer rolled her eyes and walked over to him. This time scratching behind his ear and placing her other hand on his thigh. Dangerously close to Jaune's sword.

"You are a good boy," Summer whispered into his ear sending a shiver down his spine. "And such a good boy wouldn't mind helping me out a little bit, would you?" she rubbed his leg.

"Help you with what?" Jaune managed to stutter out.

"You really are your father's son. You go through heats, don't you Jaune?" Oh yes he did, and he'd had the extra sock laundry to prove it. So he nodded, not quite understanding Summer's point. "Then you know what's like when a heat isn't satisfied, and you might be able to guess that it's been a very long time since I've been... satisfied."

Well that wasn't good. If a faunus went through enough heats without having it satisfied, at least somewhat, then it could lead to some bad things. Mostly irritability and more intense and frequent heats. Jaune guessed that same thing could be true for humans. And if Summer needed help, then what would a good boy do? He would help her.

"You- You want me to help... satisfy you?" Jaune said, with Summer nodding and giving Jaune a grin that he'd previously only seen on Blake during one of her book's steamier scenes. "If you think I can, then I'll help."

"Wonderful," Summer whispered in his ear, moving her hand to grab Jaune's groin and kissing his cheek. "The girls shouldn't be up for while, but we should make this first one quick."

"First one?" Jaune said, his sword being fully unsheathed in his pants as Summer rubbed him through his pants.

"Oh yes," Summer cooed, "We're going to be spending a lot of quality time together Jaune." Summer let Jaune out of her milfy grasp. Instead taking the time to bend over the table next to him. Pulling up her shirt and her panties down far enough for Jaune to get a clear view as he stood up and behind Summer.

Jaune pulled his pajama bottoms down, revealing his not quite manhood, as he stood erect. His red dog faunus cock standing at attention, knot already ready to stuff Summer's soaked pussy.

"I see someone's a big boy," Summed cooed as she looked behind herself at Jaune. Just measuring from his tip to the knot he would already be considered large by human standards, but adding the knot to his length, well, few of the men at Beacon could compare.

This wasn't quite the way Jaune thought he would lose his virginity, but as he looked over Summer's thick ass, he couldn't really complain.

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Summer felt Jaune place a hand on her hip as he lined himself up to her entrance. Rubbing against it in slow wonderful strokes. Pressing against her needy pussy. So close to penetrating her before sliding off. He once again attempted to skewer his target before slipping off again.

"Need a little help there?" Summer said, looking back over her shoulder again. Jaune nodded, so Summer ran a hand under herself and grabbed onto Jaune's thick cock. What an interesting texture. And she lined his cock up with her entrance as he slowly pushed in. She moaned softly as he finally penetrated her. Burying himself up to his knot and filling her up wonderfully.

Jaune wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled himself down on Summer's back as she held herself up on the table. Resting his chin on her shoulder. "You can start moving whenever you want dear," Summer said.

Summer moaned again as Jaune began making slow and steady thrusts. Nearly pulling himself out of her before slowly filling her up again. Steadily increasing in pace until he was properly fucking her like a bitch in heat.

She moaned loudly, not enough to wake the girls up, but more than enough to drive Jaune crazy as his breathing picked up and his pace followed.

"Oh, you're such a good boy," Summer said, taking the risk of moving on of her arms to reach up and pet his soft golden hair. Before quickly moving in back down to the table as Jaune placed more of his weight on her. One of his hand snaking up and grabbing roughly onto one of her breasts.

If he kept this up much longer Summer would start screaming her head off.

Jaune switched from his fast thrusts to a slowly, but stronger pace. Pulling his cock out of her so wonderfully slow before slamming in back inside making Summer moan his name every time he bottomed out.

But he hadn't bottomed out yet, no there was still that wonderful knot of his that he needed to shove in her. She wanted nothing more than to feel it's full girth inside her as he starting pressing it against her begging pussy. "Knot me Jaune! Knot me!" She screamed before finally, wonderfully, he pressed it against her harder.

Her tows curled and her arms gave way, only Jaune keeping her from slamming into the table, as his knot finally pieced her. She screamed from the pleasure and the pain as every single inch of Jaune's cock was in her. Grinding into her pussy as it filled her to the brim.

She came. She came harder than she had in years as thick ropes of Jaune's cum filled her. A warmth that she hadn't felt in years as all either pair could do was grunt and moan as they both reached their climaxes.

Summer and Jaune both panted as Summer rested her head on the table on Jaune resting his on her shoulder. "Not bad... for your... first time," Summer said, looking back at Jaune as he smiled softly.

"Thanks." He said, "It might be awhile before my knot goes down though."

Summer kissed his cheek. "Oh that's fine, I don't imagine-"

"MOM!!!" Yang and Ruby screamed in unison from the kitchen doorway.

Jaune responded with wide eyed horror. Summer simply smiled. "Good morning girls, I like your new puppy. He's very friendly." She cooed.

#rwby #rwby smut #summer knight #summer rose #jaune arc #dog!faunus jaune

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