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mybutcheredtongue · 2 months

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius x fem!reader

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (see full series list here)

1993

"Alright, guys, have a good evening," you say to your fourth-years as they pick up their bags and start to head for the exit. You've just started to pack up your own things and head down to your room when there's a voice behind you.

"Uh, Professor?"

You turn, finding Harry standing there. You smile and nod at him and he pulls a scrap of parchment out of his pocket, holding it out to you.

He glances at his classmates leaving, some of which look back at him curiously. "One of the other teachers told me to give this to you."

That's odd. Usually the teachers would just send it themselves.

You take it anyway. "Thanks, Harry. Have a good night."

He leaves, catching up Ron and Hermione who had been waiting for him, and you lean back against your desk, unfolding the parchment.

Your heart leaps when you recognise the messy, sprawled handwriting.

My love,

I'm flying north immediately. Harry told me about his scar, I presume he told you too, and I have heard far too many strange rumours to ignore it. I need to talk to you and Harry.

I miss you so much it hurts. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of you. Please stay safe and I'll be in touch soon. Remember how much I love you.

Yours,

Sirius

What about Harry's scar? He didn't tell you anything. So much for your whole getting-your godson-to-trust-and-confide-in-you plan.

You can practically hear Sirius' voice dripping from the page. The letter is short and looks rushed, he must've been in quite a hurry. Your stomach constricts with worry — he's completely putting himself in danger by coming here.

Whatever Harry told him, it clearly worried Sirius. Worried him enough to risk his safety to come north just to speak to Harry. And to you, too.

You ought to ask Harry what this is all about.

You read over the letter a few more times, a smile on your face, before you tidy up and start down the stairs, heading for bed.

The next morning, you wake bright and early, hoping to catch Harry at morning breakfast. To your luck, you do. He's sitting at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione. As you approach, you notice him having heated words with Hermione, but they suddenly stop when they see you.

"Morning," you greet. "Harry, can I speak to you when you're finished? If you have time before your first class, of course."

He nods, immediately standing up, exchanging wary glances with his friends.

"You're not in trouble, Harry. You look like you're expecting me to expel you or something," you reassure with a chuckle and he loosens up slightly, following you out of the Hall. You lead him down the corridor until you find one that's empty and where you won't be heard.

Involuntarily, your eyes flick up to Harry's scar, and he notices, pulling his hair down to cover it up.

You sigh, lowering your voice. "Harry, that letter you gave me last night...Sirius said he's coming north because of something to do with your scar. What happened?"

Harry glances away from you, shrugging, before putting on an awkward smile. "Oh, it was nothing, really. I just, er, imagined it was hurting...bit stupid now, to be honest."

Your eyes widen. "Your scar was hurting?"

"Like I said, I imagined it — "

"An unlikely thing to imagine, Harry," you tut, unimpressed. You think for a moment, racking your brains as to what could have possibly caused a scar to be painful. "And it was just out of the blue? There was nothing that could have caused it?"

Harry blinks at you.

"Yup, very random."

He's lying. It's as plain to you as the nose on his face. "I'm not that thick, Harry, I can tell you're lying."

His eyes widen, like he didn't expect you to call him out on his lie and he raises his hands up in defense. "Honestly, you don't have to worry about me. And Sirius doesn't have to either, it's nothing really. Honest."

You just sigh, shaking your head and shrugging. "I'll worry about you regardless, Harry, for as long as you have to go to Professor Snape's classes. And, y'know, 'cause it's my job. Sirius and I will always worry about you." You shuffle on your feet, thinking of what you should do. "But...if you're really that unwilling to tell me, I'll let you off. Just — just tell me everything you hear from him, won't you? Who knows what that fool will do next..."

Harry chuckles, nodding.

"Alright, off you go. Time for class," you say, glancing down at your watch. You pat his shoulder and he hurries off back to the Hall to find Ron and Hermione.

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You find yourself standing outside the castle, watching as students file down into the courtyard in single-file lines. Minerva leads her Gryffindors, throwing orders out left, right and centre.

"Weasley, straighten your hat," she barks at Ron. "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair."

Parvati Patil scowls and removes a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait. Aw. You thought it was pretty.

All the students are shivering, shifting from foot to foot in anticipation as they await the arrival of the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Minerva makes her way over to you, still casting a watchful eye over her house.

"I wish they would hurry up," she says quietly to you. "I fear Colin Creevey will not be able to stay still for too much longer."

You glance past her at Colin, who is practically shaking with excitement. He keeps glancing back at Harry behind him, grinning widely. Colin is quite a sweet lad, actually. He's very keen to learn and you like that about him. He's very enthusiastic in your class, even if he does have trouble discerning between Astronomy and Astrology.

"I share his excitement, honestly," you reply. "Who knows what we're in for?"

Down the line, Dumbledore speaks up. “Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!”

Many students ask 'Where?', eagerly scouring the area for any sign of the French school's arrival.

"There!"

Something large hurtles through the dark sky towards the castle, growing bigger as it gets closer.

"It's a dragon!" One first-year student, Melanie Mills, yells. She looks to have completely lost it.

"Don't be stupid...it's a flying house!" Dennis Creevey cries.

You share a look with Minerva, returning your gaze to the approaching shape. To your surprise, Dennis isn't actually that far off. You see a giant, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring towards you. It's pulled by a dozen majestic, winged horses, beating their wings as they glide through the air.

The enormous horses skid to a stop right in front of the first-years, who all rear back skittishly. The door to the grand carriage opens and a boy in pale blue robes jumps down from the carriage, bends forward and fumbles with something for a moment on the carriage floor before unfolding a set of gold steps.

You watch in shock as the largest woman you've ever seen steps out of the carriage. She's so tall all thoughts in your head genuinely just melt into pure shock. Bloody hell, she looks bigger than Hagrid. She's dressed from head to toe in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleam at her throat and on her large fingers. She's quite beautiful, but you just can't get over the sheer fact that she's about three times your height.

Dumbledore starts to clap loudly, and the students follow his lead. You clap, open-mouthed as you continue to stare at this incredible woman. Minerva elbows you and jolts you out of your stupor.

A graceful smile settles on the woman's face as she walks forward towards Dumbledore, extending a bejewelled hand out to him. Dumbledore barely has to bend to kiss it.

"My dear Madame Maxime," he says. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dorr," Madame Maxime says. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form, I thank you," he replies.

“My pupils,” says Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.

You now notice about a dozen boys and girls, all looking to be in their late teens, emerging from the carriage and moving to stand behind Madame Maxime. They're shivering, dressed only in their fine silk robes and without any cloaks. They stare up at Hogwarts with apprehensive expressions, glancing around at the students curiously.

"'As Karkaroff arrived yet?" Madame Maxime asks.

"He should be here any moment," says Dumbledore. "Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"

"Warm up, I think," says Madame Maxime. "But ze 'orses — "

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," says Dumbledore, "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other — er — charges."

You're sure that means Hagrid's current muse: blast-ended skrewts. Nasty buggers, they are. You're glad you're not a student taking that class.

"My steeds require — er — forceful 'andling," Madame Maxime tells him, looking as though she doubts whether any Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. "Zey are very strong..."

"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job," says Dumbledore, smiling.

"Very well. "Madame Maxime bows slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses drink only single-malt whiskey?"

"It will be attended to," assures Dumbledore, also bowing.

"Come," Madame Maxime says imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parts to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps.

The students continue to stand in waiting, their teeth chattering with the cold. Quiet murmurs sweep through the group and Madame Maxime's horses snort and stamp at the ground.

"How long are we gonna have to wait?" Sprout says from your left. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

"Don't say that to Madame Maxime," you mutter quietly and Sprout chuckles.

Then, you hear a distant rumbling and rippling of water.

"The lake!" Lee Jordan yells. "Look at it!"

The Black Lake, usually calm and serene, seems far from it at this moment in time. Some disturbance is taking place deep inside. Bubbles form at the surface, waves crash onto the muddy banks, and you squint as a small whirlpool begins to form in its centre...

Slowly, magnificently, a ship rises out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. You're impressed at the sheer size of the ship, which has an interesting...skeletal look about it. It's misty and dim, looking like it was just plucked from a silent crypt.

The ship nears the bank, and with a great thud a plank is thrown down onto the ground. People start disembarking, and you notice that as they get closer and closer, they appear to be wearing heavy coats of some kind of matted fur. The man who leads them is wearing a different fur cloak to the rest, this one is far more sleek and silver, like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" he calls heartily as he walks up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"

"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replies.

Karkaroff is quite a tall and thin man, not unlike Dumbledore, with short white hair and a goatee that ends in a twisted curl. When he reaches Dumbledore, he reaches out and shakes his hand with both of his own.

"Dear old Hogwarts," he says, looking up at the castle and smiling. It's not a true smile, you notice, it doesn't reach his eyes. It's dishonest. "How good it is to be here, how good...Viktor, come along, into the warmth...you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold."

A young man steps forward towards Karkaroff, and when the light from the castle windows hit him you realise that it's none other than Viktor Krum, the Quidditch player. Several of the students let out gasps as the sight of him. Ron looks like he's about to faint.

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Time passes and the Goblet of Fire has been left in the Great Hall, where occasionally, someone puts their name forward for the Triwizard Tournament — among them Fred and George Weasley, of course, who decided to employ a cheap Ageing Potion to swindle the Age Line. It did not work out as they planned. They ended up in the hospital wing with two long, silvery beards sprouting from their chins.

Sirius would have loved this. All the excitement and bravado of the Tournament, everything about it. You can picture himself and James putting their names into the goblet, walking away with smug smirks.

You miss him. You miss him so much. Every day you worry about him, hoping that he hasn't gotten himself killed since you last heard from him. It's tough.

One night you can't sleep, mind rampant with thoughts of Sirius, so you go up the Tower to sit and watch the stars like you usually do. To your disappointment, it's too cloudy of a night for you to see much and you decide to just go for a walk around the castle instead. Dubh joins you, jumping into your arms and clinging to your shirt, purring contentedly.

It's perfectly quiet in the empty corridors, silent but for the soft echo of your slippers sliding over the stone. The paintings are all still and sleeping. Some of them are snoring. You know this castle like the back of your hand. At this point, you probably know it better than your own home. You've spent so many days here, countless times have you passed through these same hallways, at all times of the day.

You stroke Dubh's head lovingly, gently scratching behind her ears. You'd be lost without her, really. She's the best company you could ask for.

You near the Great Hall and that's when you hear a muffled bang. You stop walking immediately, furrowing your brows and trying to listen for more. Perhaps it was just your imagination.

Bang!

No, you definitely heard it that time. It's quiet, but not quiet enough, and it's coming from the Hall. Your heart starts to beat a little faster, and you pull your wand from your pocket, edging closer to the double doors of the Great Hall. You slowly, apprehensively pull one open just a crack, and slip into the Hall.

Clunk, clunk, clunk.

Moody is approaching your end of the Hall, and when he looks up and sees you he stops dead in his tracks, good eye wide.

"Sir?" You say in confusion.

He doesn't respond.

"Is, uh, is everything alright? I heard noises..."

He grinds his teeth. "No, no. It's fine. What are you doing down here?"

You shrug. "I couldn't sleep, wanted to go for a walk. Why are you down here?"

"None of your business, girl," he snaps quickly, barely letting you finish your sentence before he's jumped in.

You swallow, glancing away from him, petting Dubh anxiously. "Right, yeah, okay."

He clunks his way over to you, and you brace yourself as he passes, glass eye fixed on you. Dubh hisses at him and you just worry that'll anger him even more.

It's not long before he's left the Hall and you're still standing there, confused.

What the hell is going on?

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You sit, once again, in the Great Hall. It's Halloween, so pumpkins and enchanted bats bob high in the room. Every student is watching the goblet closely, hoping it'll do something soon.

You glance down the staff table. You see Snape, who gives you a dirty look when he catches you and you scoff; Hagrid, who is eagerly chatting with Madame Maxime; Ludo Bagman, who is currently caught up in conversation with Minerva beside you; and Crouch, who could not look more uninterested and bored. What a lovely chap.

"Well, the goblet is ready to make its decision," Dumbledore announces, and several students look to each other excitedly. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them to please come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicates the door behind your table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He takes out his wand, quenching every candle in the room but for the ones in the pumpkins, plunging the Hall into semi-darkness. The mesmerising blue flame of the Goblet of Fire danced and captured everyone's attention, waiting with bated breath for its decision.

Any second now, you think.

You spotted Angelina Johnson putting her name in not too long ago, you hope it's her. Such a lovely girl. You'd heard too that Cedric Diggory also put his name in, and while you think he's also a great fit for Hogwarts champion, you'd like to see a woman lift that cup this year. A Gryffindor, too, that'd be nice.

Suddenly, the flame turns red and sparks begin to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shoots into the air and a piece of parchment flutters out of it. Everyone gasps.

Dumbledore deftly catches the piece of parchment. "The champion for Durmstrang..." he booms slowly, "will be Viktor Krum."

Loud cheering and applause sweeps through the Hall as Viktor Krum stands from the Slytherin table and approaches the staff table, passing down it.

"Bravo, Viktor!" Karkaroff booms loudly, clapping heartily and grinning at his student. "Knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and cheering dies down again and you return your focus to the goblet, its flames glowing red once more. Before you can even register it, a second piece of parchment fires into the air, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons..." Dumbledore reads, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur Delacour's face is bright and full of smiles as she excitedly heads up past your table to the raucous applause from the room, before she too disappears into the side chamber with Viktor Krum.

Silence falls and you can feel the added tension of this one: Hogwarts next. You don't even notice the way you lean further into the table, tapping your foot in anticipation as the Goblet of Fire finally turns red again, spitting out the last scrap of parchment into Dumbledore's waiting hands.

"The Hogwarts champion...is Cedric Diggory!"

This time, the applause is by far the loudest. Each and every Hufflepuff gets to their feet, clapping and cheering loudly as Cedric Diggory makes his way past them, grinning broadly. You clap enthusiastically and smile encouragingly at him as he passes you, following the other two champions into the chamber.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore calls happily as at last the celebration dies down. "Well, now we have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real — "

Dumbledore suddenly stops speaking, and you crane your neck to look and see what's stopped him.

The fire in the Goblet has turned red again. Sparks are flying out of it. A long flame suddenly shoots into the air, spitting out yet another piece of parchment.

As if automatically, Dumbledore reached out his hand to seize the parchment. He holds it out and stares at it, his expression unreadable. You stare at Dumbledore, wondering what's going on, but his face reveals absolutely nothing as he continues to study the parchment like there's some sort of unbreakable code written upon it.

He clears his throat.

"Harry Potter."

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cheekyowldraws · 10 months

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Friede, Murdock, Liko and Roy appeare fairly often too Minor part: Orla, Mollie, Captain Pikachu, Rockruff, Dot

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Murfrieshipping

Summary:

Friede keeps sleeping in the captains chair instead of his bed and Murdock doesn't like that unhealthy behaviour and tries to convince him to take better care of himself, even if that means he has to give him the "Professor" treatment (I headcanon that when Murdock is mad at Friede he doesn't call him by his name and instead calls him Professor so the other man will immadiatly know that he fucked up)

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Can't you see that I'm caring about you?

It's past midnight and today it's Murdocks turn for the night shift, so he wanders around the Brave Asagi to check on everyone. The kids were all sleeping safe and sound. Liko always slept on her side, sometimes hugging Sprigatito. She was breathing so softly that you could barley hear her. Roy on the other hand was more of a lively sleeper. The boy never layed in his bed the same way and Murdock always got amused to see which pose he would find him in, before gently laying him down in a more comfortable pose, tucking him under his sheets. Dot mostly layed on her back, arms over her head, softly snoring. She had a very deep sleep so it was easy for Murdock to pick up some empty bottles and snack bag, before leaving the room.

The next stop was the Captain's deck and he really hoped that he would NOT find a certain man in here today...but he was proven wrong. Friede was sitting In the captains chair or more laying half on his side. That pose couldn't possible be comfortable in any way ore means. The white haird man was sitting mostly straight, but his upper body leaning widly on the left side while trying to support his head with his arm, his left shoulder pressing against the hard wood. Normally Murdock would just pick him up and carry this unreasonable fool to his room and laying him in his bed, but not this time. Today is different. He is dissapointed...Friede did promise him earlier this day that he will sleep properly in his own bed tonight, but he cleary didn't hold to his promise...so he just let him be like that and left the room, but not before he put a blanket over this stupid idiot. He may be mad but he still cares and don't wanna risk that his best friend gets sick.

The next morning Friede was woken up by the rising sun. He needed to blink his eyes open several times before they could adjust to the blending light. With a deep and long yawn he tried to sit up and was immadiatly met with a stinging pain in his neck „Maybe sleeping here wasn't the best idea“ he admitted while trying to massage his neck. Then the yellow eyed man noticed the blanket he was wrapped in and was slightly confused „I can't remember getting this...“ but before he could think more about this his nose got distracted by the pleasant smell of freshly backed bread. „Hmmm...I wonder what Murdock made for breackfast“ he said ans with a soft smile he exited the room, still trying to strech his body.

Soon he entered the kitchen to see what Murdock was up to „Good morning“ he said with a big smile. The brown hairded man was in the middle of preparing said breakfast and answered him with a cheerful „Good morning did you sleep well?“ and a big smile on his face. Friede instantly grabbed his neck turning his head carefully and alternately to the left and right, making his eyes winch in pain a little while letting out a small groan „My neck is a bit sore“ „I wonder why...“ the chef promptly hissed out with a sarcastic undertone, barley loud enough for Friede to notice that Murdock said something but not being able to understand what exactly so he asked out of concern while lifting one of his brows „Did you say something?“ But Murdock just shakes his head „I was just talking to myself. The breakfast is almost ready so please get the kids“ he said with a smiling face before he continued to focus on the task before him. Friede just nodded and then left the kitchen to look if the kids are already awake. The cook let out a defeated sight as soon as his friend left the kitchen. „That idiot doesn't seem to remember a thing...I just care about you...you stupid“ he mumbled with a rather hurt but soft voice before he finished preparing breakfast. 15 minutes later everyone was sitting at the dining table. As usual Murdock served a tasty meal and everyone stuffed their faces, enjoying every bite. Murdock couldn't help but smile at this sight. But it didn't took long until he got interupted by Roy who almost choked on his last bite, because he ate to hastely.

Friede ate fairly much himself and felt full to the brim „Phewwww that was delicious as always Murdock. I'm so full I definately won't be able to move for a while“ he compliments the chefs food. Murdock just had the biggest smile on his face after hearing that „Thank you I'm happy your enjoyed your breakfast Pro..fes...sor!“ Murdock said the last word with such a joyful but yet terrifying voice that it made Friedes whole body shiver „Oh no...he is upset...“ he thought, cold sweat starting to run down his face while going through every interaction he had with the other man yesterday to find a possible clue of the sudden dissapointment towards him. „What was it!? Did I say anything wrong!? Did I accidentally break something? Did he forgot something important!? But if he forgot it how could he possible remember it now?“ Arrghhhh Friede growls while tearing at his hair „I do so many stupid and clumsy stuff how can he expect me to know what exactly made him mad?“ he thought. Molly and Orla immadiatly sensed the change of athmosphere between the two men. It wasn't the first time they witnessed Murdock getting mad with Friede, so they were sure they will figure things out themselves. After collecting all the dirty tableware Murdock left the room heading back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Liko and Roy got slightly concerened because Friede was sitting their for several minutes without moving a muscle. „A..Are you okay Friede?“ a nervouse Liko softly asked him. But the man didn't respond so Roy tried with his energiy voice this time „ARE YOU OKAY FRIEDE!?“ the small boy neary gave him a heartattack. „I'm...I'm fine!!“ He promptly answered while having one hand on his chest feeling his heart almost coming out „I just got lost in thoughts that's all“ he tried to convince the kids while trying to put on a smile but it looked more like a grimace. „Are you sure?“ Liko worried asked him again. „I'm okay I promise so don't worry okay?“ he said while patting her head with a hopefully normal smile on his face this time before leaving the room with a „I need to check something so see ya later“

Friede spent his whole day trying to find out with what action he upsetted Murdock. He didn't relaized how fast the time flew by when he decided to take a break from thinking. In fact it's already dinner time so everyone was gathering at the dining table. Friede also sat down on his seat and still had no clue. His head slightly hurted from overthinking and he tried to hide it but Murdock did notice. The cook exactly knew why his friend had a headeach so he didn't need to sugar coat him. He is still mad with Friede after all. So yet again the chef put up his brightest smile „Does the Professor have trouble remembering something important?“ That took Friede a little off-guard and he almost choked on his food. He hated that Murdock could read his face so easily. „A well...I guess so“ He said a little awkward while scratching the back of his head „I see...“ The cook almost lost his facade for a moment so he took a short pause before continuing „If you don't remember it probably wasn't that important to YOU so don't sweat it okay?“ Murdock tried really hard to sound happy but Friede catched the sad undertone in his voice and felt even more guilty now. He couldn't bring himself to say anything after that and just silently watched his friend leaving the room.

That whole situation didn't went unnoticed to the rest of the crew. And Friede already sensed judging eyes towards him so he just felt like running away himself „Sorry I ehm I think I should go and check if we still are on the right course so...“ the white haired man hastely stood up, almost falling from his seat and left the room without looking anyone in the face. Liko and Roy just looked at each other confused not knowing what to do. „I think Murdock would be happy if you two could help him with the dishes“ Orla said with a smile on her face to distract them. The two kids just nooded and started to collect all the dirty tableware to bring them to Murdock.

The cook stood in the kitchen, tears running down his cheeks. He just had to leave or else he would have burted into tears in front of everyone „I expected him to not remember but still...my heart feels betrayed...I thought my feelings had reached him...“ the brown haired man pressed his fingers against his closed eyes to stop the tears. He took a few deep breathes to calm himself down. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this. But in this moment someone knocked on the door and he started to panic a little „Murdock are you in there?“ Roy asked with a cheerful but hesitant voice. Murdock was a little relieved that it wasn't Friede and heaved out a deep sigh. He promptly wished the last bit of tears away with his right arm and had to clear his voice before he was able to answer. „Yeah please come in“ the two kids then opened the door, hands full of tableware. „We brought all the dirty dishes. Is it okay if we help you cleaning up?“ Liko shyly asked with a soft smile and Murdock was deeply touched „Of course! You two are a great help. Thank you!“ the cook cheerfully said and the two kids happily staretd to bring everything to the sink so Murdock could wash the dishes while Liko and Roy dried everything with a towel.

At the same time Friede was running outside to get some fresh air. He just busted out the door and leaned on the railing. He was out of air and needed to catch his breath. After a while he lifted his head and looked at the sunset. „Right it's my turn on the night shift...“ he whispered to himself. He kept silently watching the sun slowly going down, still thinking about what he can't seem to remember...but to no avail...he just can't remember and he hated himself for it. It was already dark when he finally decided to go in hoping that everyone else already went into their bedrooms setteling down for the night. He opened the door and cautious peak inside. To his delight no one seemed to be here, so without detour he went to the Captains deck grabbing the steering wheel.

Thinking all day about why Murdock was mad at him mentally have worn him out completely. „WHAT DID I DO WRONG?“ He couldn't shake off this question and it started to drive him crazy that he wasn't able to grasp the reason for the chefs dissapointment. Especially after the last conversation „He could just tell me what upsets him though“ It was almost midnight when Friede decided to sit on the captains chair for a while and he literally let himself fall exhausted into the seat. His sore neck immadiatly tried to protest when he leaned against the back of the chair. „I probaly should sleep in my bed today“ he paused for a moment and then just repeated part of the sentence with a questioning voice „...sleep in my bed......in my bed....SLEEP IN MY BED!!! THAT'S IT!!!“ he couldn't help but almost jump out of the chair in the process, just to get his joy of finally knowing why Murdock is mad at him promplty replaced by the realisation that he indeed fucked up and that the other man had the full right to be upset. „So the blanket last night really was from Murdock...he saw me sleeping here after I promised him I would sleep comfortably in my bed...and him directly asking how my night was...and if I struggle to remember something important...“ the man closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Everything made sense now...and he rememberd everything.

The day before:

Friede was keeping Murdock company in the kitchen while the chef was preparing everything for lunch. He sat on the small stool in the corner watching every move of his friend. He made it look so easy, every hand movement is perfectly coordinated. „I could never cut stuff while looking away“ he said after wittnessing Murdock cutting onios without even looking because the man was busy reading a recipe at the same time. The chef actually wanted to test a new dish he recently found or more searched especially for it. Liko is not a picky eater and eats everything the cook makes and he appreciated it but he really wanted to create some comfort food for the shy girl, after everything she went through. „It's not that spectacular. Its only a matter of trainng. I'm doing this for years ya know?“ The humble man said with a smile. „Don't play down your hard work. If it would be so easy everyone of us would be able to cook like you, but that's not the case. I'm complimenting you here ya know?“ Friede protested with a up brow. „Sorry, sorry!“ Murdock answered with a playful voice.

Friede then layed back and coulnd't hold back a small groan, cursing his hurtinh neck. That didn't went unnoticed by Murdock „You slept in the Captains chair again didn't you?“ the cook asked being annoyed by the unhealthy behavior his friend couldn't seem to stop with. But Friede was avoiding eye contact and didn't answer his question. „So I'm right...how many times did I already tell you that it's unhealthy to go one like this?“ Friede just went even more silent looking on the floor now „When was the last time you slept in a bed?“ Murdock asked with a slightly angry but concerned voice, staring at Friede in hope he gets an answer this time.

„You know...last time when we...when we slept in your room together and...“ „THAT WAS LAST WEEK!???“ the big man hissed at his friend „You are telling me you haven't slept in your bed for over a week!?“ Murdock has to admit that his voice came out louder then he wanted to, resulting in starteling the smaller man a bit. But he was shocked after what he just heard. „Ye...Yeah but it's not that big of a deal. Sleep is sleep! Doesn't matter how I get it“ Friede tried to defend himself. „It DOES matter where you sleep!“ Murdock started to scold the him „Your neck hurting is the best example that sleeping in a chair is unhealthy!“ „It always goes away after some time“ Friede tried to defend himslef, not understanding what Murdock is so worried about. The cook went silent for a while after that before he started talking again „Sorry for screaming at you, but can you promise me that you gonna sleep properly in your bed? At least for today?“ he said with a caring voice while looking at him with pleading eyes. Friede wanted to protest but it seemed important to his friend so he promised him to do so.

Back to the present:

Murdock layed in his bed unable to rest. His Rockruff cuddeling right against his chest. He gently petted the little puppy that was already snoring soundly. He couldn't help himself but to smile at this cute sight. But the smile was washed away from his face as soon as he fell back into deep thoughts. „Should he have just told Friede why he is mad?“ He started to play with one of Rockruffs paws, softly pressing it's toe beans. It wasn't the first time that Friede forgot something so he should be used to this, but for some reason he feels really hurt this time, almost betrayed „I just care about him...why can't he understand that I'm just worried? Are my feelings worth nothing?“ The cook asked frustrated while looking at his Rockruff, expecting an answer, but of course the only respond he got was a big yawn. Murdock had to giggle „Of course you don't have an answer on that“ while watching his little fellow getting even more comfortable „Maybe I should talk to Friede tommorrow...“ The cook then turned out the lights and kissed the little puppy on his head before trying to catch some sleep himself, tightly but gently hugging his partner.

The next morning:

Murdock always wakes up earlier then the others so he can prepare breakfast for everyone. Always trying to be as silent as possible. But before he could concentrate on cooking he needed to check something. That something included a certain someone he hoped he could talk to and clear things up. So of course he went to the Captains deck first, because he was sure to find the man here. But to his surprise he only got greated by Cap „Pika...chuuu“ The Pokemon said while doing his icnonic arm crossing pose. „Oh Good Morning Cap you seem in good spirit today“ Murdock replied with a smile. „Hope you are hungry, because I'm gonna make plently for breakfast“ the cook said getting out an excited „Chuuu“ of the Cap. Murdock walked out of the room but instead of going straight back to the kitchen he had to see with his own two eyes. So he now stood before Friedes room slowly opening the door and there he was. Laying on his stomach, arms and legs streched out. Murdock was so relieved to find him sleeping in his own bed „I wonder if you did remembered?“ he softly whispered to himself to not wake up his friend while gently tucking Friede under his sheets. Before closing the door he once more looked back at the peaceful sleeping silhouette and just could smile at this sight.

As expected Friede didn't appeard for breakfast, that wasn't unusual when his friend was in charge of doing the night shift. So Murdock went to bring Friede his share like always when this was the case. He knocked on the other mans door and was about to open it after he didn't get a response to check if he still is sleeping. But to his surprise someone suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. Murdock just tried to balance himself and the tablet with the food while he heard the door closing behind him. Friede was standing there leaning on the door with his back. „G..Good morning Friede!“ the bigger man stuttered out, still a little confused what just happend. But Friede couldn't bring himslef to look Murdock into his eye, not yet. Murdock put the tablet on the little night stand to get it out of the way „Are you alright?“ The brown haired man didn't sounded mad anymore he just was worried „I'm sorry...“ Friede still looking on the floor „I'm sorry I stepped on your feelings and broke my promise...I'm really sorry I'm...“ In that moment Friede took all his courage to lift his head and face his friend properly. But before he could say anything else he felt two strong arms around him taking him into a tight hug „I'm so glad you did remember and took care of yourself“ The cook let out with a trembeling voice followed by softly sobbing. Friede couldn't hold back his own tears at this point and hugged his friend back „Thank you....thank you for always caring about me!“ the words just gushed out of the white haired man with a quivering voice.

A few minutes passed and Friede almost started to whine when loosing the warmth of Murdocks body, because his friend pulled back from the hug. But soon enough he knew why when he felt two big hands gently cupping his face in between. „You know I love you and would do anything for you“ Murdock said with still teary eyes and such an beautiful and angelic voice that Friede wasn't able to hold himself back and pulled the other man into a passionate kiss. He wished this moment would last forever but they got interrupted by his grwoling stomach. Friede was a little embarressed and his already pink cheeks became more redder in an instant. Murdock let out a heartful laugh „Seems like someone is hungry“ he teased „ I guess I could really use something to eat right now“ he answered a little flustered. „Then sit down and eat your breakfast“ the cook said while pointing on the night stand were he put the tablet filled with food earlier. Friede didn't waste time, jumped on his bed and happily started to stuff his face. Murdock just sat right next to him watching his friend enyoing his food, softly smiling.

#pokemon horizons #Professor Friede #Murdock (Pokemon)#pokemon #Pokeani #Friede (Pokemon)#Friede/Murdock #capncrunchshipping #friede pokemon #Murdock pokemon #Roy (Pokemon)#Liko (Pokemon)#Captain Pikachu #mollie (pokemon)#dot (pokemon)#Orla (Pokemon)#rockruff #cheekyOWL writes stuff

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prowerprojects · 10 months

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I'm sure Rouge could, as with other characters. But it comes back to which ones and why? It is her style or required for her line of work? Does she draw the line with specific ones or isn't as skilled with one gadget compared to another?

It's a matter of what the gameplay calls for. (If Tails Adventure and Sky Patrol are anything to go by, a Tails focus game is likely not going to play the same as those who follow Sonic's main gamestyle. If flight the main aspect, the game will focus on that. If gadgets are, it will be on that. Both? A compromise would have to made, but I'm sure they could get it to work.) If you ever heard of "Rachet and Clank", it probably gives a better visual of what I mean for this hypothetical. Spyro too, though more flying than gadgets.

I would say Rouge mainly has experience and stamina over the youngsters; but coming down to what they use their flight capabilities for; Tails being air support and Charmy stated to be a tracker. Plus Charmy does use his stinger and Cream uses Cheese as a projectile. (The fox likely can't beat Rouge toe-to-toe, but I'm sure he'd cause enough trouble for her to not consider him easy pickings next time.) In fairness, we don't really get much time with Prime Tails. {Not the first time a Tails has used a RC device either} It mainly Nine and the other counterparts instead; who live in rather hostile places.

I checked to be sure, and yeah, there is one flight level: The first Speedy boss. There are places to land [in case you get hit], but the stamina bar is completely removed here, as the goal is to get to the top while avoiding Speedy.

Honestly, it's a concept that's not used enough. I can totally buy him coming from the grocery or tool shop, using his tails to carry as much bags and supplies as possible. (Although not techinally the fur, when Nine takes off with the shard; the one Sonic just got absorbed into, you can see it wrapped in his organic tails. So yeah, I say it stands a good chance of coming back.)

You are correct. (Hmm, well, Amy was already shown to throw hammers in Origins.{Which funnily enough again, was shown in X before. The episode Sonic finally comes back from Chris' world.} I say it has a fair shot of sticking. A little less certain with Tails, but I think it could work in Frontiers. Part of me feels that a tweaked version of the Avatar's Wispon gameplay from Forces would fit him well. We'll see what the DLC does for both.)

Hmm, I can buy Tails being interested in history. Especially if it helps him better understand of what's going on at the moment or could be applied later. (Also, I think he just likes learning new things. That being said, it doesn't mean he'll be an expert of something overnight. Hence why he consulted Professor Pickles during Unleashed.)

I feel like the Rouge conversation got a bit away from the point I was originally trying to make, haha =_=' (it's ok but I'm just gonna drop it here)

I heard of Ratchet and Clank but have never played it myself. I looked up some gameplay footage and it looks pretty cool! (Longing for a Tails solo game intensifies)

I know, I know, drones are just so... lame :( I'm still holding out hope that we'll get to see more flashbacks with Prime Tails, I really like him from what little we've seen of him even though he's written so differently from probably any version of Tails I've seen before (except for maybe in some fics haha)

Yep! I've noticed that thing with Nine! (Part of my headcanon is that Tails's ability to control his Tails like that helps him fly (a little bit); I don't have a clear idea of the details, but the basic one is that he's able to position the fur of his tails in such a way that it makes slightly easier for them to function as helicopter blades. At this point it's instinctual for him, but if you're not Tails you might have a bit of trouble figuring out how to do it)

Yeah, I guess we'll see.

Man you mentioned the wispons and it made me think – we haven't seen Tails actually inventing anything for a while, huh? Unless something completely slipped my mind, the last time he had a new invention was Unleashed (the Miles Electric), and it's also the last time we've seen him with a new vehicle (Tornado-1. Geez. The Sonic Boom tv show made fun of his inability to come up with names and I kinda see where they were coming from here lmao). Mannnn. We can talk forever about the loss of his fighting abilities, but he hasn't exactly been shining in other areas either.

Yeah, it definitely doesn't seem... ooc for him to be into history, it just doesn't seem as connected to his usual interests. (But I guess history is inescapable in any field of work) Though Tails also has his own interest in chaos emeralds. (And you know if Eggman keeps summoning ancient evils (and Shadow) it's nice to at least have a general idea of what's going on. Or at least who to ask haha)

#tails #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #project.txt #miles tails prower #tails the fox #project.ask

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 2 years

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Heyyy! Can I request a funny interaction between the van Zieks brothers (pre-Professor) set at a ball/party? Maybe Barok gets into shenanigans

Thank you very much for your request! This is going to be a little tricky – not only is this my very first request, but it also taps into headcanon for a younger Barok and for Klint. This may not turn out perfectly, but I appreciate the challenge, and I hope it's good enough to be enjoyable at least. I have never stopped to consider the way young Barok would have acted before, which is a shame since I think he's so cute.

Fandom: Ace Attorney (TGAA2) Characters: Klint van Zieks, Barok van Zieks Content warning: Alcohol consumption

It is a great honour to be invited to a celebration of the high aristocracy – one of such high status that even I, a Director of Prosecutions... cannot claim the certainty of whom invited us, or what it is we are celebrating. Crass as it sounds, it is common enough occurence that I have long put an end to my needless attempts to learn more about the hosts. It was a quite boring activity, not unlike the parties themselves... It must be said, however, that on this occasion I could not bear to decline the invitation, when for the first time, it presented the name of Barok, my enthusiastic younger brother.

The young man is trying his best to hide the fact that he spent almost the entire day preparing. "- Klint... It's but a trifle, but I do hope I look presentable. - But of course. You have nothing to worry about. - Oh, I wasn't worried. I just thought appropriate to make sure." Right, I'm sure. Oft under dressed, Barok spent a lot of the day choosing a proper coat, to land on a surprisingly humble wisteria-coloured cloak with golden trimming – its main colour not too dissimilar to that of his hair. Truth be told, regardless how much effort he puts into dressing himself, the man will stand out for his scruffy appearance. Although I appointed him to our family's estimed coiffeur, he inevitably winds up with asymmetrical strands of hair curtaining his forehead... now what could inspire such an odd choice? That I have wondered often, but cannot spend any more time pondering at the moment, for a diversity of guests are greeting us. Oh, what a pleasure to see you, Sir, uhm... Ah, Stronghart, my apologies. Of course, I remember the hearty conversation we've had. Oh, and Herr Sholmes, what brings you... Sorry? By the time I run into, and begin a passionating conversation with my dear mentor, I'm embarrassed to admit I've forgotten all about my little brother.

"- Oh, Klint... Here you are." Recognising Barok's voice, my face becomes flushed. I truly, completely neglected to look after him. Just a minute after my mentor left my side to greet some old friends of his, the endearing ruffian grabs my arm, a glass chalice half-full of wine in his other hand. "- Ah, Barok... I've been wondering what you were up to. - Oh, not much." His ungraceful chuckle trails for a little too long. My eyes narrow of their own. "- Have you introduced yourself to other guests? - No, no, I'm too... shy, really." Really, now? "- Then... - I've been... admiring the architecture of the place, and giving a listen to some passionate folks' tirades. I've been enjoying some of this wine, t– - I could tell. Barok, I'd appreciate if you could pace yourself before you embarrass us... - Oh please, don't worry." I'm worried that his drink is going down quite quick. If I am to trust his wording, it wouldn't be his first serving either. Perhaps I should make a better effort to ensure he doesn't wander off again. "- But truly," he continues, "the place is quite nice, though the unending din is unpleasant. I've been paying attention to folks who spoke loudly, with passion for what they were saying – I think they noticed, and appreciated it. - Why didn't you identify yourself to them? - Please... on my own, I have no claim to fame. But I'll make sure to remember who they were, for whenever it is appropriate." All I'm hearing is – I will have much work to do in explaining who is that eccentric I brought in my company this evening. Though I can only blame myself...

"- One claimed to be a famous scientist. He... Ah, I will have to tell Albert about this. - Albert? Now who would that be? - Uhm."

After looking nervously away from my direction, he finishes his glass of wine, before carrying on:

"- I meant... Mr. Harebrayne, as you know him. - Oh." A fellow student of London University, if I recall. An improper-looking friend of Barok's, to whom I've been introduced. "- I didn't know you were quite so close. - We... maintain a good friendship." Well, Mr. Harebrayne matters very little. I'm reassured to see that his chalice did indeed have a bottom. His speech changes cadence every other word, which is unsurprising; he is not an experienced drinker. "- Anyhow... Before I... lost sight of you... I saw you talk to many different people. None of which I was acquainted with. - ...Perhaps it's time we change that, my dear brother." Indeed, as he talked, I noticed two good colleagues of mine walking in our direction. "- Lord van Zieks! Would you do us the pleasure of introducing us? You look to be accompanied by your young brother you told us so much about. - Barok, would you?" This is a risk, of course. Young Barok lacks in confidence, and any introduction of his will be drawn out and exaggerated... ... ... "- ...Of course, Mister, my brother and I would be happy to taste more wine."

Such are the words that come out of my mouth when a polite servant walks up to us, flaunting a good bottle... Barok is having a good conversation; evidently, loosening up does no harm to the man.

#writing requests #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #tgaa #klint van zieks #barok van zieks

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fabledgalaxies · 1 year

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AND PART TWO IZ FINIZHED!

When Dib heard his father cry out in pain, he knew something was wrong. He figured perhaps his father had burned himself while welding something, though he didn't see how that was possible, given the Professor's robotic arms. Though perhaps that was the problem.

He didn't really give it much thought as he hurried down from his room and grabbed the first aid kit on his way to see if his father needed any medical attention.

But he stopped as he approached the door to the basement lab. Was his father talking to himself?

No. It sounded more like arguing. Maybe the Professor was on the phone with someone.

He turned to walk away but stopped when he heard the quiet sobbing through the door.

That was when he decided to open it and creep inside.

"Dad?" Dib didn't notice it at first. The pale blue light coming from behind his father was almost drowned out by the various screens and equipment scattered through the lab.

"Dad, what was all of that? Who were you talking to?"

The Professor raised his head to look at Dib as he forced a small smile while he spoke. "I was talking to Drex."

"Dad. Drex has been dead for over a year. And I don't think Irkens can really be ghosts." That was when he finally saw it. The Irken PAK on the back of his father's head. Drex's PAK.

"Dad, what did you do?"

"It was a last resort. Every other attempt to restore Drex's body failed. So here I am in a desperate act of devotion, wearing the PAK of my lover so that I might be his new host body!" The Professor opens his arms wide as he announces his outrageous act against death itself.

Dib didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. His father's words had come out in a desperate plea rather than the manic boasting that Dib had expected.

"Dad, what was the PAK... for?"

"Oh, you know," The Professor leans forward, slamming his hands on the desk. "It's just what made Drex who he is. From his memories to his personality. I believe you know all of this already though."

Dib doesn't say anything.

"Speechless? I figured as much," the Professor says, as if he can see the doubt in his son's eyes.

"So, what happens now?" Dib asks.

"We carry on as normal. Of course there's a chance this PAK could kill me but I've already replicated my conscience into a computer." Membrane waves a hand dismissively, much to Dib's dismay. "So I'll be fine. You should head back to your room."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do.”

Dib turned to leave but as he did, he shifted his attention to the blood on the Professor’s lab coat. He couldn’t tell if it was pink or red in the current lighting, but from the smell of it, he at least knew what it was. And what a sickening smell it was. It stung his nose with a sharp, coppery scent that made tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Why did you do that, Dad?"

"Do what, Dib?"

"You know what I mean. Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I think you know why, son. Without Drex, I wasn't very good at parenting or listening to your crazy stories about ghosts and Bigfoot. Drex was the one who listened to you. But when he died, we went back to how things were before. I simply hope this will remedy my poor parenting skills." The Professor leans down and places a hand on Dib's shoulder. "Now go on, get back to your room. I'll see you in the morning."

Dib walked back to his room as quietly as he could.

"Damnit!" He balled up his fist and struck the wall hard enough that he busted his knuckles. The scent of fresh blood hit his nostrils again as he groaned at the smell. He sat on his bed and rested his head in his hands.

He wasn't sure what to do. His father was losing his mind and he would be left to take care of his two younger sisters.

Well. Gaz would probably be fine by herself, she was twelve after all, but Dara? Dara was barely even two. She was too young to understand, too innocent to know what was going on. And she was his responsibility.

"I guess you're going to have to do this, Dib. If dad loses it completely, it’s up to you."

It wasn’t strange for him to talk to himself, though it did get others to call him insane. He didn't see himself as insane, just…smarter than everyone else. He figured that was the difference between himself and the rest of humanity.

He took a deep breath and got off the bed. And as he walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection, he asked himself, "So. What now?"

#word count: 828 #dib membrane #professor membrane #invader zim au #d3v0 t10n au #d3v0 t10n #reaver writes

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traumadragon · 1 year

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feels dumb to post about adhd and autism here but I don't really have anywhere to scream (gently) about it

we literally cannot be diagnosed with autism because of how much neglect and abuse we went through, and the way i was tossed around my family constantly makes it impossible for anyone to have known me at critical times long enough to know if I have the childhood history of it other than my acting out + not getting attached to people.

we were finally diagnosed with ADHD recently through our psychiatrist letting us get on ritalin again last fall after we hadn't taken it since we were 7. our family that raised us after we were 8 found out i had been given it before they got me months after. the mother figure was very angry about it. they spent literal years teaching me how to manage my ADHD and I was severely hyperactive until on the autism side of things I developed an extremely strong interest in computer programming, which combined with the hyperfixation aspect of adhd with bouncing between different languages and different things to make with code.

now we are so burnt out, even when our burnout was decreasing, that it doesn't *look* like we have adhd. but in our brain? when the Ritalin wears off? it's like thinking with heavy fog and loud static getting in the way. our system doesn't communicate as well because our thoughts just cut off or jump suddenly and we can't locate where the original thought was. we started working on an essay for grad school on last Thursday, but our brain, even though we'd taken ritalin, used the Ritalin to focus on literally anything else super intensely. we couldn't get the focus, when it was there, to go on the paper. the day before we needed the draft turned in, we were up from 8 am to 11 pm working on the paper, and it was barely enough done to be enough of a draft for the professor to give feedback.

but we've started having meltdowns more easily again. when we manage the autism related stress well enough, people around us DO notice that we are *different*, that we don't communicate the same way they do, but it isn't an outright "you have a developmental disability". but when meltdowns get triggered more easily for us, it's the start of a huge spiral. if we don't do something to decrease the demands on us socially, sensory wise, etc, it will get worse. it's part of our burnout symptoms. we just recovered from the last burnout from the autism side of things in mid 2021.

but our body had already been warning us. we've been spending at least half of the day several times a week, and at least 6-8 hours the other days, nonverbal, brain refuses to communicate vocal cords and mouth movements and trying to think through it causes panic because we don't understand why. we accidentally started turning our work tasks into ways to use our interest in programming. we spent 3 days super intensely focused on that for the whole day, researching what was needed and trying to work with the limitations of the work computer. that made us get super far behind on the general tasks of our job on top of what we were already behind on. we aren't able to keep up with tracking social cues and the body language we've memorised very well. the only time recently we've be able to identify body language that registered as not neutral was in a meeting with two coworkers. i still can't tell what it means. I'm hoping it was just the look between two people just being annoyed with the conversation and one of the co-workers just telling me it was a yes or no question was the whole thing it was part of. anytime one of our interests comes up we don't remember to keep quiet and only give responses instead of talking about it more.

it feels stupid to be upset about it because I'm literally capable of living on my own, though I really can't keep up with hygiene and its always a problem, though I struggle to eat because ARFID+trauma fucks up what food i can cope with eating, but other than that, I'm able to exist with generally no difficulty, I'm in a field that is accommodating for the autism symptoms i have, its tolerant of my adhd. but I've gotten people accustomed to me being able to put a huge amount of effort constantly into just communicating in a way they understand.

it feels wrong that i wish i had been allowed to exist in a way that is comfortable to me. I'm too scared to use AAC instead of talking. I'm too scared of allowing myself to chew on things around people because I've been yelled at for it. I'm scared of talking about things I actually care about because people get frustrated with it. I'm scared of not doing a ton of math and observing tons of tiny things during a conversation just so people won't get mad that I can't figure out what they mean when they talk about things outside of visual context. I'm too scared to use ear plugs or ear defenders even though they would really help. I'm scared of anyone see a meltdown so I'm scared to let it happen if I can interrupt it at all, and I can generally interrupt it from starting by dissociating, but then when others are gone, I'm too scared to not just interrupt it and try to dissociate again because I almost break things i care a lot about a lot of the times with the trigger for them. So it just piles up over and over and eventually turns into a shutdown that confuses the people around me, that i am not so scared of, but it only delays an actual meltdown. I live in fear of when I won't be able to stop it anymore.

And I'm lucky I'm able to stop it. Even though it's because of abuse.

but no one sees the full picture of how bad it is.

I'm able to keep my autism symptoms being noticeable to me at a very low level instead of obvious. but every time burnout starts becoming obvious, it's harder and harder to not notice it.

and I don't know how to fix it because of how terrified I am of anyone noticing anything different than what they know of me.

and my therapist has literally said to me that I can't be diagnosed because of the way Aspergers was merged with ASD in the DSM5. Which is basically the therapist way to say that I don't suffer or struggle very obviously or in a way they notice so therefore it doesn't count. I know I manage it really well. But every person I know, online or offline, that knows me on a regular basis, if there's any concept of me being autistic in the conversation, the reaction everyone seems to have is "oh wait is that why you -" with a ton of random things like social cues and stuff I say regularly.

If people know what autism looks like outside of autistics that are nonverbal 100% of the time or struggle with gross/fine motor moments or other things that just aren't seen in autistics that get to live independently, they always register me as autistic. I can often tell if they do because they change how they talk to me even after just talking to someone else in their normal way, and I've read so many people with the form of autism that's similar to me getting upset about it... but I actually prefer it because they are clear, direct, and don't try to say so much at once.

If I stopped being so terrified of how people would react and let myself gradually just stop trying so hard, I don't know how my therapist or other people that know me would label me. It's so ingrained in me to do so many things socially as automatic responses, even though it's pretty common for a response to be incorrect, but people don't care if you correct yourself or apologise. but I don't know if anyone knows the real me, even online. i dont think i even know the real me. I just know the ways to interact and communicate and do things that I've been taught.

#autism stuff #actually adhd #don't feel like my issues count as real autism because of how much i blend in

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seelestia · 1 year

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happy new years to you too!! also lia. lia. goodness the way i almost squealed afgshd .+ᵒʰ(つ∀<●)ﾟᵐʸ♪｡ yes,,for blackmail purposes but bedo reserves smiles only for me and klee. so we have two love languages in common! the other would be words of affirmation aside from teasing and me being a koala. tsk-tsk, that sounds like ayato for him to do smth like that /lh. but i bet he'll hold an umbrella over ur head whenever it rains! ~Lycoris

lyyyy! hdhwjdks, i'm vv happy to know that my rambles almost got a squeal out of you, hehe >:) d'awww! i bet there are times where albedo doesn't even notice that you and klee are the only ones he smiles at like that. like a smile so natural, so easy that even the chief alchemist can't comprehend how the mere sight of you two can make the corners of his lips tug upwards so effortlessly.

speaking of, what pet names do you call him (except bedo, ofc, hehe) and what about him to you?? ik they're gonna be cuteeee <3

(p/s: i'm sure klee is a dear to play with, but i hope you don't end up getting a lecture from jean for enabling the little bundle of joy too much! i can feel albedo shaking his head fondly from all the way over here jdjekkds)

and true, ayato just likes having his fill of fun first but he has a clear view of when to stop and take responsibility! but let's be honest, he'd also use the umbrella thing as an excuse to huddle (and because of that, i jokingly jab at him in protest /lh).

no worries! ramble to your heart's content because i'm all too glad to listen ;D (/g) oh my lord, ly is officially my senior now??? i'm digging it! if you were a tailor in mondstadt, i would've come to your shop everyday just as an excuse to give you food 😩 do you have any favorite food of yours?? desserts or snacks??? i'll get my hands on them >:)

I READ YOUR ASK AND CONTACTED MY BEST FRIEND, PINTEREST! that app is a treasure cove of inspos and i just had to share them with you <3 okay, but the light academia x preppy is so adorbs?? they compliment each other so well! as expected of one of my fav couples~ but i just noticed that blueberries and lilies are literally ayato's color palette in a nutshell??? hoyoverse knew me better than i knew myself. (/j)

ylang-ylang is like a plant mostly known for its fragrance! i don't think it's really fun, but i like lots, hehe. its scent reminds me of baby blankets and the name is just so cute and fun to say?? it's, in my words, vv funky. what's your fav scent, ly?? whatever it is, i just know albedo is also in love with it <3 (especially if he can smell it from your hair when you do your daily koala things, ehe!)

as i said just now, ramble to your heart's content, ly! i'm here for it all 😩 to answer your question, i shall present to you the two types of grumpy ayato! i am putting on my silly professor glasses for this 🥸 (/lh)

grumpy from work 'yato in which case i appease by: letting him rest his head in my lap and comb my fingers through his hair while he rants abt work and ask me what i think could help, etc. like a vent + bonding + brainstorming session all in one! life as a public figure can be hard and he can only ever show this side in private with those he trusts, so he really appreciates it when i do this for him.

grumpy from prolonged time of being apart in which he initiates physical touch more than usual like randomly leaning his head onto my shoulder or sneakily searching for my hand to hold it. when i raise an eyebrow at him, his excuse is just "i need to make up for the painful and excruciating time i spent apart from you" — it's only been a day and i thought i was the clingy one. (/j)

i can see it! and when you finally give him some affection, he either flusteredly goes "w-what do you think you're doing?" or just give in and poutily mumble, "took you long enough" <3 AND CYNO'S JOKES. WHAT A NATIONAL TREASURE.

okay, ly, cyno told me to tell you this... but what do you call five ants that move in with other five ants? tenants, you call them tenants. get it?? BECAUSE THERE ARE TEN ANTS AND THEY'RE TENANTS— ly, please don't leave. cyno forced me to do it so i can take a picture of you laughing. did i succeed (/j)

heizou is deffo vv chipper! he always gets up to many adventures for work or to follow his intuition and he often offers me an invite! i, a concerned human being, tag along to "rope him out of trouble" — but i'd be lying if i say his adventures aren't fun and he brings out my spontaneous side which i'm vv grateful for (because i suck at that <//3). heizou also likes to sneak up on me and pull the "guess who?" prank! the correct answer sometimes changes from the most capable detective in inazuma to beloved soulmate to more cheesy stuff, pfft.

as for kuni. emotionally distant tsundere brat who is secretly considerate. OPEN UP, LET ME LOVE YOU. (/lh) but i think out of the two, kuni is the most affection-deprived but it'll take time to have him admit it (sighing because he's cute for that) 😮‍💨

(i am in denial because i do not derive satisfaction from admitting that i like him but he's actually not so bad... i suppose. /j i had a whole denial phase abt him some time ago like i was saying how i don't like him but then most posts on my priv were abt my character analysis on him and how he is so fjkwkkck)

#i got the biggest serotonin from answering this ask #ly i am virtually and gently chomping on your shoulder like a cat (chomp chomp)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest lycoris! 🍡#cw: selfships

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peachsteven · 2 years

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Soaked

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: A rainy day doesn't seem so bad anymore after meeting one of the sweetest guy ever.

Word count: 749

A/N: this is like my second ever Tumblr published fic so I hope you like it. Also English ain't my first language so please excuse any mistakes made. Request or prompt is open, so let me know if you have any. Other than that, enjoy!!!!

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A sort of continuation of this.

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"Well, I don't think this day could get any worse" I said as I tried to shake off the wetness of my coat under the awning of a café. It was supposed to be a sunny day - at least that's what the morning forecast said - but the patters of the rain proved otherwise. The sight of people running back and forth with scowls on their faces, trying to find shelter amused me. At least I'm not the only one disliking the weather of London.

The incessant buzzing of my phone took me out of my stupor. It's Emily.

Crap

I accepted the call and even before I put it on my ear, I can already hear her asking of my whereabouts.

"Class starts in about 5 minutes and I'm still outside waiting for you."

"You can just go ahead, I don't think I'm gonna make it on time," I sighed.

She didn't even try to hide her anxiety as she heaved a breath. "I don't know if you've noticed, but Professor Dee has been giving you the side eye every time you do something, even when you flip your papers. And to be honest since this is like your fifth time being late, she's probably gonna do that every time you breathe!"

"I think that's not the only reason why she's starting to dislike me. Remember my last paper?"

"The one I copied?"

"Yep, she probably thought– no, still thinks that I'm the one who copied yours," I chuckled halfheartedly. I was about to continue when I felt a hard bump on my shoulder. It was hard enough to make me drop my phone and from the impact it endured, I'm pretty sure the screen's broken, again.

"Nope, I was wrong," I bent down to pick it up and I was correct. Spider web like pattern painted the screen, as if Spider-Man himself had personally shot his webs on my phone, "this day really could get worse."

I was about to glare at the direction of the person who had bumped into me when I heard pleas for forgiveness from the legs which I now noticed were standing in front of me.

I stood up and was now faced with a man who looked like a soaked, kicked puppy. Brown eyes were actually pleading for forgiveness and timid posture that made me feel bad for planning on glaring at him. He was handsome too, there was no denying in that. Just looked like he could use some sleep.

"I'm so sorry, I was running, y'know, looking for shelter, with my bag on my head and I wasn't looking around properly and I bumped into you," he breathlessly said, clutching on his bag.

"It–"

"Oh no, your phone looks broken - uh - I know a place where they can get it fixed for a good price but uh, I don't have their number. Maybe when the rain stops I can take you there," I nodded and stared at him for a moment, waiting if he was going to speak again before I start.

"That would be great, thank you," I smiled, chuckling at his adorable ramblings. He looked confused for a second before his lips turned to morph a smile. One of the most adorable smile I've seen in a while.

We stood there for another couple of seconds, smiling at each other before he broke the silence. "Uh– how about I buy you coffee, also to make up for bumping into you."

My smile grew.

“Ah sure we can have a coffee date.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes grew as wide as a plate and his face turned as red as a tomato. His grip on his bag loosens until it almost fell from his grip but he caught it at the last moment.

“A d-date?! No, I don’t mean it like that.”

“Ah, don’t be shy now. Besides, you still have to bring me to that repair shop, you know.”

I reached out a memo-pad and write down my number

“Here's my number. I'm running late to class so we’ll have to meet up on a later date.”

I continued to dash away but was stopped by the sudden calling.

“You haven’t given me your name!”

I shouted my name as loud as I can. "What's yours?!"

“Steven Grant!”

“Nice meeting you, Grant. See you soon!”

Dashing through the falling waters, I couldn't help but think that maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.

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nsfwflint · 3 years

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Lesson Planning

A/N: So after months of teasing, Professor Jihyo is finally here. Hope you enjoy! I was originally going to schedule this to drop at midnight after seeing @ggidolsmuts posted something morning. But fuck it.

“All right that’s it for today. Make sure to study, and don’t forget you all have an essay due next week.” The cheery feminine voice at the front of the class says as the electronic bell chimes.

“Yes, Professor Jihyo.” The entire class replies in a unified voice.

The bell echoes throughout the building as the sound of shuffling papers and moving chairs fills the room. Various chatter and conversations increase in volume as students pour out of the classroom. You barely hear the PA system page for Professor Eppes overhead. As you organize the papers on your desk for the next class, you hear soft footsteps approach you. Scooching your chair out and turning to the side, you look over to see Professor Jihyo standing in front of you. Your eyes slowly trace their way up her body. The way her purple skirt clings to her voluptuous curves as her white button-up snugly cradles her massive breasts fills you with indecent thoughts. A sympathetic smile appears when your eyes finally reach her face.

“What’s going on? You haven’t been focusing that well during lectures today. If you’re going to be my TA, I need you to be better than this.” Jihyo says, her large eyes filled with concern.

“Sorry, just been distracted,” You answer, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “I guess I didn’t sleep well last night. I’ll try to get it under control.”

“No, that isn’t it. I’ve seen you when you’re sleep deprived and this isn’t what that looks like.”

Your jaw drops slightly as you’re shocked that she’s been paying that much attention to you. Having only been her TA for a few months now, you weren’t expecting her to know you so well. Jihyo slowly kneels down in front of you. With her amazing figure hovering so close to your crotch, you feel your pants start to constrict around your growing erection. You shift slightly in your chair as you try not to stare at her body.

“I just want you to know that if you want to talk about whatever is bothering you, I’m here for you.” Jihyo gives you a compassionate smile as she softly places her hand on your thigh.

“Oh really? Thanks Professor, but I’m probably just coming down with something then, I’ll see a doctor after work.” You nervously avoid her eyes.

“Hm, you don’t look sick. Let me check if you have a fever.”

Like a cliché drama, Jihyo leans in and softly touches her forehead against yours. With her eyes closed; you can’t help but be in awe of her beauty. Shoulder length black hair perfectly frames the beautiful face you’ve spent hours staring at. Your eyes lustfully gaze over her incredible S-line before focusing on her soft lips. A mixture of thoughts race through your head as you contemplate your next move. Doing anything here is risky, any sort of action can easily backfire and end your life as you know it. The voice of reason in your head frantically tries to convince you to not do anything. Even in a normal situation, you wouldn’t have the confidence to try anything anyway.

But as you stare at the delicate features of a beautiful face you've longed for since you first saw it, your lust overpowers everything else. A surge of baseless confidence comes out of nowhere as you boldly decide to tell her the truth.

“I haven’t been able to focus because I’ve been far too distracted by that amazing body of yours Professor. The way your outfit flaunts your amazing tits, how can you possibly expect me to focus?” You stare into her eyes, trying not to show the immediate regret you feel after finishing that sentence.

Your heart pounds so hard that you can hear it in your ears as Jihyo doesn’t say anything. Two seconds of silence. Then three. Finally, she scratches the back of her head and releases a deep breath. From the apparent disappointment, reality comes crashing down around you. You can feel your life as you know it disappearing before your very eyes. Jihyo looks in your eyes as you gulp nervously.

“Well, you’re definitely not the first student to tell me that. Not even the first TA. But I don’t think I have to tell you how wildly inappropriate that is.”

It feels like an anchor is on top of your chest. Your limbs feel like lead weights as panic starts taking over your mind. How could you be so stupid? What on earth made you think that there was any way this ended well for you? Every breath becomes harder and harder to get out. As you quickly descend into a panic attack, Jihyo's calm voice reaches your ears. Her sweet voice soothes every fiber of your body.

"But I can't say I don't feel the same." Jihyo says, a whisper so soft and gentle you aren't entirely sure you heard it.

"What?" You ask, no doubt looking stupid with astonishment.

"I've noticed you staring several times now." Jihyo whispers as she leans closer to your face.

You can feel a warmth radiating across your face, but you're not sure which of you it's coming from. With her curvaceous figure so close to you, your dick stiffens in your pants again.

"You always think you can hide it. But there's no hiding that massive erection when your pants bulge so much. Even now." Jihyo whispers seductively as her hand grabs your crotch through your pants.

A surprised groan forces its way out of you. While it might be through your pants, the fact that the brunette beauty in front of you is touching your dick at all is enough to make you feel pleasure. Her hand vigorously gropes and massages your dick. Staring into your eyes, Jihyo leans in and pushes her lips back against yours. Melodies of soft moans merge as she slips her tongue past your lips.

Your tongues lustfully swirl around each other as you gently place your hands on her shoulders. The two of you fall deeper into the kiss, a cascade of moans pouring out of your mouths. As her tongue aggressively rubs and circles around your own, Jihyo wastes no time; her delicate fingers nimbly unbuckling your belt. She slowly pulls away from the kiss, giving you another seductive smile before looking down and unbuttoning your jeans.

Unzipping your pants, Jihyo releases a small gasp as your stiff cock practically jumps out of your pants. After a half second of surprise, she quickly wraps her soft fingers around your shaft. It doesn't take long for your small grunts to start up again as she begins briskly stroking up and down your cock. Suddenly, Jihyo takes her hand off your dick and looks into your eyes. With a lustful gaze, she gives her palm a long, slow lick before grasping your shaft again. Her eyes lock with yours, glowing with an intense sexual passion the entire time. Your cock throbs in her hand as her strokes gradually grow faster and harder. Knowing that you're now firmly under her control, Jihyo gives you a seductive smirk.

"I want to see your tits." You say, trying to hide your desperation for her body.

With another smirk, Jihyo pulls apart her button-up and reveals her giant pillowy breasts as the shirt slowly falls off her shoulders. Held snugly in a purple bra to match her skirt, she tucks the large cups underneath her tits. You lick your lips as you stare at her deliciously silky skin. Before you can move in and devour her stiff pink nipples, Jihyo leans in and darts her tongue back into your mouth.

Your small moans mingle as her tongue lustfully rubs against yours. Grabbing your hands, Jihyo roughly presses your hands against her chest. As soon as your palms feel the sensation of her smooth skin, you need no further instruction on what to do. Her stiff nipples press into your palms as you aggressively squeeze her tits. The soft elasticity of her perfect breasts drives your lust through the roof. Your fingers squeeze and grab all they can, glorious mounds of heavenly flesh oozing through the cracks of your fingers.

Jihyo's moans merge with your own as her tongue playfully dances inside your mouth. She reaches down and begins furiously stroking your dick again. With her palm still wet from her saliva, her hand glides up and down your shaft with ease. The friction of her brutally fast strokes combined with the natural softness of her hand makes you worry about how long you'll last. You continue fondling and groping her pillowy breasts, savoring every moment of her supple skin against your fingertips. Your tongues playfully swirl around each other as your moans blend together.

Although you could spend forever kissing Jihyo and squeezing her tits as she jerks you off; you regretfully peel your lips away from hers.

"Lord knows I don't ever want to stop this, but students will be coming in soon." You pant.

Jihyo frowns, but she knows you're right. Suddenly, her eyes light up and she gives you a devious smile. She kneels down and sits underneath the desk in front of you.

"You teach the class instead. You can say I had a personal emergency or something. It's got a closed front, so no one will see. It'll be great." She says as she pulls your chair in so you're bottom half is hidden under the desk.

Before you can firm any sort of rebuttal, Jihyo leans in and practically inhales your cock. Her warm tongue eagerly wraps around your dick. The soft caverns of her mouth drive you crazy with ecstasy. You are quickly learning that Park Jihyo has no clue what the word restraint means as she begins rapidly bobbing her head up and down on your cock. Her quiet moans and slurps are barely audible when the classroom door opens. Your heart pounds furiously in your chest as students begin slowly pouring into the room. Thankfully this is a smaller class, but it’s still 30 students that you’ll somehow have to teach while enduring the best blow job of your life.

“Professor Jihyo had to leave early today, so I’ll be taking over this class. Everything seems to be fine, but because of the suddenness of the situation, I don’t have a lot of material. So let’s take it easy today, huh?” You tell the students with a smile.

The students squirm excitedly in their seats, eager to have an easy class. Meanwhile you’re desperately trying not to show any signs of the intense pleasure you’re experiencing as Jihyo continues to suck your dick. Her soft tongue grips the underside of your shaft, making it slick with her saliva as she rapidly bobs her head up and down. The ecstasy of the most beautiful woman you know devouring your cock blurs your mind. You shuffle around papers lying on the desk, looking for something you can use as a loose lesson plan.

"So, we're supposed to be studying game theory today according to this brief lesson plan.” You say, resting your elbow on the desk.

A collective groan is exhaled from the lungs of 30 students. You smile as you know that feeling all too well. The smile also partially stems from your busty professor's soft tongue rubbing your shaft. Jihyo's warm spit slickens your dick as her tender lips glide up and down. You flinch slightly as she aggressively swirls her tongue around your tip.

"You know what. This workload will be so light that it doesn't matter much. And Professor Park will probably take the next lesson to go over it again anyway. So let’s just relax instead. As students, it's important that we get some relaxation every now and then. There's been several studies showing that play is just as important as work." You give the students a friendly smile, sitting up straighter as Jihyo starts cupping your balls.

“So what are we going to do today then?” A student in the back of the class speaks up.

“Why don’t we all just talk about stuff? You don’t have to if you want, but let’s just chat.” You reply.

“About what?”

“Whatever. Plans for the weekend, tv shows, life dreams. Whatever you guys want, I’m pretty easy.”

As soon as you finish the sentence, you immediately regret the last part. Your students all grow a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. To make matters even worse, of course this is the moment Jihyo decides to wrap her tits around your cock. You desperately try to keep your face calm as your shaft drowns in the softest heat you’ve ever experienced. As Jihyo slowly starts stroking your dick with her breasts; it doesn’t take that long for the first hyena to strike, quickly pouncing on your poor choice of words.

“So for practicality, if you were to commit a heist, would you prefer boxers or briefs?” A voice from the back shouts.

You blink in confusion, taking a few seconds to think about the absurdity and randomness of the question.

“That’s an extremely odd question. Let’s just say some things are better left to the imagination though.” You chuckle with a friendly wink.

Apparently unhappy with your answer, Jihyo intensifies her titfuck. Pushing her arms together around her chest, she squeezes her tits even tighter together. Her soft pillowy breasts completely engulf your cock. Even though you can’t see it, you can feel Jihyo looking up at you; her big eyes boring through the desk as she aggressively strokes your shaft with her tits. Not having any mercy towards your situation, Jihyo gets harder and faster with every stroke. Worried about the noise, you lightly tap her knee with your foot as a warning.

“What do you do in your free time?” Another student asks, bringing you back to the reality of the situation.

“Hm. Nothing exciting really. Outside of work and my own classes, I don’t get a lot of free time. What little I do get, I usually spend watching tv shows.”

“Do you know if Professor Pierce is dating anyone?” Another voice shouts.

“He’s uh. In a different department so I don’t know too much about him. But to my knowledge he’s got his own thing going on.” You answer with an awkward smile.

As you continue to answer the various questions from students, Jihyo gives the tip of your dick a long sensual lick. Your cock thoroughly and pleasurably sandwiched between her heavenly tits, Jihyo slowly drizzles her drool onto your tip. Her warm spit slowly pools in her soft cleavage.You give the class a friendly smile, desperately trying to control your facial expression as your dick twitches in their professor’s pillowy chest. Your elbow propped on the desk, you rest your head on your hand. Just as you’re feeling the full intensity of Jihyo’s assault on your cock, the question you’ve been dreading is finally asked.

“I have a question.” An attractive student in the front row declares.

“And what might that be Miss Park Sooyoung?” You say with a forced smile.

Sooyoung gives you a smile as she leans forward on her desk. Her red hair sensually drapes over one shoulder. You struggle to maintain eye contact as the way she’s leaning gives you a straight view directly to her cleavage. While nowhere near as stacked as Jihyo, Sooyoung's breasts are decently sized in their own right.

"If you're as easy as you say you are, are you seeing anybody right now?" Sooyoung asks with a devilish smile.

As you briefly consider how to respond, Jihyo takes your tip into her mouth. Between your cock being buried in her pillowy breasts and the warm saliva drowning your tip, you clench your jaw; desperately trying not to let a single ounce of this pleasure show on your face. Jihyo quickly swirls her tongue around your tip, rubbing and massaging all around it.

"No I am not currently seeing anyone." You respond with a friendly smile.

The combination of Jihyo's pillowy breasts surrounding your shaft and her tongue's brutal attack on your tip, you know that it won't be too much longer until you reach your limit. You try to stifle a groan as her soft tongue swirls messily around your tip. This is without a doubt the sloppiest, most amazing blowjob you've received in your life, and it's absolutely killing you that you can't react to it. Her soft tits rapidly stroke up and down your shaft as she silently slurps on your cock. You're honestly impressed with how little noise Jihyo is making while giving you such intense pleasure.

"Would you like to be?" Sooyoung asks, not bothering to hide the seduction in her voice from the classroom full of students.

Hushed whispers fill the room, sixty pairs of eyes all eagerly waiting for your reaction. You feign a smile, something done quite easily as Jihyo continues her violently lustful attack on your dick. Taking a breath, you release a small chuckle as you look over the class.

"As flattering as that is, Ms. Sooyoung, I'm your TA. That's extremely inappropriate." You say with a stern voice.

"That wasn't a no~." You hear another student mutter teasingly.

A plethora of excited murmurs echo throughout the room. As you decide to nip this discussion in the bud, Jihyo decides to intensify her assault on your dick. You clench your toes as Jihyo's warm drool drips and oozes all over your tip. The silken skin of her breasts tightly pushes against your cock. Your entire body tenses as your cock drowns in the erotic pleasure of her saliva and her heavenly tits.

"Actually, that was a no. Sorry.”

“I see. Well if you ever change your mind, just let me know. I’m just as easy as you are.” Sooyoung teases, her voice containing a hint of disappointment.

Seemingly jealous at Sooyoung's flirtation, Jihyo amps up her blowjob even more. Your toes clench even more as her warm tongue rapidly swirls and rubs around every part of your tip. Suddenly, Jihyo sucks so hard she practically inhales your dick, the moist chasm of her mouth violently constricting around your cock. The aggressive pleasure catches you off guard and your elbow slips off the edge of the desk; your entire body suddenly slumping with it. As a classroom full of young eyes looks at you with concern, you let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Sorry. I'm not feeling well but I thought I could force myself to get through this class." You chuckle nervously.

"Are you okay?" A student asks worriedly.

"Yes I'm fine. Just a small cold is all. But on the bright side for you guys, I'll be ending class early. Make sure to study and do the assigned work for next class."

The class continues to look at you anxiously.

"I promise, I'm fine. Now go on, get out of here. I'll be leaving shortly after. Go have a fun rest of your day." You say as you give the class a reassuring smile.

Although still uneasy, the students slowly stand up and begin to leave. You wave goodbye as the classroom gradually empties out. The last one to leave, Sooyoung lingers around the doorway. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but after a few seconds she turns around and leaves without a word.

You wait silently to make sure that nobody else is coming back into the classroom. After three eternal seconds, you quickly pull Jihyo back out from under the desk.

"Jesus, Jihyo. That was close. They could have caught us at any moment." You exclaim in a hushed voice.

"Yeah. But it felt really good, right?" Jihyo teases.

"Oh, that’s an understatement. It felt amazing."

Jihyo gives you a smug smirk as she stands in front of you. Admiring Jihyo's body, you find yourself impressed. Somehow while being cramped under the desk, she was able to strip down completely. She quickly straddles your waist, barely hovering just over your dick. Your tip twitches as it lightly brushes against the moist lips of her pussy.

Jihyo grabs your hands, forcefully pushing them onto her hips before she grabs your shoulders. Slowly caressing your hands up her sides, you can't help but be in awe at Jihyo's body. Despite the awkwardness of it, you're thankful that Sooyoung's flirting apparently triggered Jihyo's aggression in the current situation. However you're not sure why she's jealous. Because while Sooyoung is attractive, she's a girl. But Jihyo. Jihyo is a woman. A woman you can't wait to fill to the brim with your cum. As if reading your mind, Jihyo gives you a small smirk before plunging onto your cock. The searing heat of her tight cunt pulsates along your shaft, her womb excitedly meeting the tip of your dick.

"Fuck. You feel even bigger inside me." Jihyo moans as her fingernails dig into your shoulders.

Her velvety walls tightly grip your shaft and your fingers sink into her silken flesh as you squeeze her sides. Soft groans make their way out of you as you try to adjust to her lustful snatch. Your breathing slowly quickens as you still can't believe this is actually happening. That you're finally able to delight in the body you've been hungering for for months.

"We don't have forever here. The next class will start eventually. So hurry up and suck my tits while you fuck the shit out of me." Jihyo says, her blunt words snapping you out of your idle thoughts.

As if driving her point home, Jihyo starts eagerly bouncing on your cock before you can respond. The heat of her velvety cunt hungrily grips your shaft as you begin to meet her thrusts with your own. Your hands quickly travel to her breasts, the large mounds of silken flesh melting into your palms. The sensation of her pillowy chest rippling and jiggling against your fingertips quickly kicks your lust into high gear. You can’t take your eyes off her breasts as they bounce hypnotically with every slam on your cock. It doesn’t take long before your slams grow frantic, both of you desperately chasing the ecstasies of each other’s bodies.

“Oh fuck yes. That’s it baby just like this.” Jihyo moans as she aggressively bounces on your dick.

Both of you thrust into each with an animalistic lust, violently slamming yourselves against each other. Her moist cunt hungrily devours your cock, the hot walls gripping and pulling your shaft. You continue to watch in awe as Jihyo’s sizable tits heave wildly in your hands. Pleasured groans quickly find their way out of you. While you’re worried about the sound, there’s no way you can suppress the ecstasy as her soft cavern continues to eagerly constrict your dick and her milky thighs crash against your own. Apparently sick of waiting, Jihyo grabs the back of your head and forces you into her pillowy chest.

“Come on, I said suck my tits. Don’t think for a second that I don’t know that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do to them. Now hurry up, I want to feel your mouth on my nipples.” Jihyo groans.

Not wanting to risk a failing grade, you immediately comply; quickly taking the stiff tan nub into your mouth. The sweet taste of her nipple filles your mouth as you rapidly swirl your tongue around her nipple, followed by a slight hint of saltiness from her sweat. While your tongue lustfully massages and teases her nipple, your fingers quickly go to work on the other. You roll the stiff nipple in your fingertips, pinching and pulling it as you gently take the other one between your teeth.

"Fuck, just like that. You're so good at this babe." Jihyo moans, running her slim fingers through your hair as she rolls her hips on your cock.

"Well I would hope so, with how many times I've imagined doing this." You groan, your voice muffled by the nipple still in your mouth.

Jihyo pushes your face into her chest even more, her silken skin smothering your face. Your fingers sinking into her heavenly flesh as you fondle and squeeze her tits. Her velvety walls tug your shaft as her body crashes against yours, both of you reaching a fast mounting ecstasy. You continue to loudly slurp and suck on her pillowy breasts, your teeth and your fingers both pulling and teasing her stiff nipples. The sweet taste of her tits continues to coat your tongue as it rapidly swirls and flicks her fleshy nubs.

As you continue to devour her tits like you’ve always dreamed of, you glance up at Jihyo to see her biting her lip; desperately trying to hold in her erotic moans. Seeing Jihyo try so hard only makes you want to make her moan more. You speed up your thrusts, your cock violently slamming in and out of her tight cunt. Her massive breasts heave wildly, the soft skin rippling against your lips as you violently squeeze them. Your aggressive thrusts continue to pierce into Jihyo’s depths. The more you lose yourself in your lust, the more you hope this isn’t a dream you’re about to wake up from.

Realizing you’ve been neglecting her other nipple, you push both of Jihyo’s pillowy tits together and lustfully force both of her nipples into your mouth. Your tongue darts across both of them, flicking and swirling around them as much as you can. Taking them between your teeth, you alternate between pulling on them and pushing your head back into them. You accelerate your slams even more, your tip pounding away at the entrance of her womb. Her tits jiggle violently against your face, your fingers aggressively squeezing and kneading every inch of her soft mounds.

You end up finding Jihyo’s spot, a high pitched squeal forcing itself past her lips as you slam your dick into her depths. Armed with your new knowledge, you decide to take full advantage of it; using this opportunity to make her yours and yours alone. With relentless thrusts, you continue to attack the spot from before, your tip slamming and scraping against her velvety walls. Jihyo grips your shoulders, her fingernails digging into your skin almost to the point of drawing blood. Pleasured squeaks continue to pour out of her mouth as you aggressively piston in and out of her cunt. After several minutes of your violent thrusts, Jihyo pushes you back against the chair; her tits falling out of your mouth with an audible pop.

“Fuck, baby you’re so amazing. But you have to stop hitting that spot. I won’t be able to control myself and someone might catch us.” Jihyo moans, her voice a mix between pleasure and worry.

“I don’t fucking care.” You growl.

Without any warning, you quickly stand up; slipping your cock out of Jihyo and flipping her over so she’s now bent over the desk. You don’t waste any time, immediately slamming yourself back inside of her tight cavern. Her supple ass ripples against your body as you bury your cock all the way to the hilt. Quickly resuming your animalistic thrusts, you rapidly pound away as her hot walls devour your dick. A loud moan escapes from Jihyo as you give her ass a hard smack. The soft skin jiggles against your waist as you aggressively pierce into the deepest part of her cunt. You bend over and whisper in her ear as you roughly slap her ass again.

“You like that? You like being my little whore like this?” You groan, your hands grabbing a fistful of her heavenly ass.

“I do. I love being your little whore. Please, keep fucking me just like this.” Jihyo moans.

Listening to her lustful begging, you’re more than happy to oblige with Jihyo’s wishes. Your fingers sink into her ass, the soft skin jiggling against your fingertips as you give both cheeks an aggressive squeeze. Her velvety cunt grips your shaft, the tight walls rapidly tugging on your tip as you violently pound away inside her. As you slam your cock against her womb, you squeeze her ass so hard that your fingers leave imprints on her heavenly flesh. A shrieking moan explodes out of Jihyo’s mouth as you pry into her depths.

Without thinking, you quickly muffle her mouth with your hand. Jihyo’s moans vibrate against your fingers as you continue drilling your cock inside, piercing deeper and deeper into her heavenly cunt. Her moans deafened by your palm, the only sounds filling the classroom are your pleasured grunts and the sound of your bodies crashing against each other wildly. You give her ass one more rough slap before moving your other hand back up to her tits.

“Mmmf. Mmm, mmm mm.” Jihyo moans against your hand as she looks back at you.

“You’re the one worried about getting caught.” You hiss.

Your fingers go back to where they were before, aggressively squeezing and kneading Jihyo’s pillowy breast. Leaning over her back, you pound her cunt, violently slamming against her depths again and again. Her giant tits heave wildly, her entire body rippling and jiggling against yours. The soft flesh of her breast pours out of your fingers, her massive chest too big for your hand to handle. Deciding to do her own teasing, Jihyo licks your palm; her tongue sensually and erotically travelling all over your fingers as she takes them inside her mouth.

Every thrust sends you tumbling further and further into the depths of your ecstasy as your tip continues to breach Jihyo’s depths. Her tit continues to ripple against your hand as her sizable ass jiggles against your waist with every violent crash of your bodies. Jihyo’s warm saliva slowly trickles over your fingers as her cunt tightens around your shaft. As her hot walls clamp around your cock, you can tell she’s almost there

“Oh fuck baby. Get on your back. I want to see you as you cum on my cock.” You growl as you withdraw your throbbing dick from her cunt.

Jihyo wordlessly obeys you, quickly rolling over so she’s lying on top of the desk. With your cock slickened with her juices, you have no trouble slamming yourself back inside her. You plant your hands on the desk above her shoulders. The soft chasm of her cunt greedily grips your shaft as she wraps her legs around your waist. You lecherously admire Jihyo’s body as it crashes and ripples against you; her pillowy breasts bouncing wildly as you pound away at her cunt. Mesmerized by her massive tits jiggling from your violent slams, your balls tighten as you approach your end.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum Jihyo.” You groan.

“Go ahead. I’m. I’m almost there too. Just. Let. Just let everything out.” Jihyo manages to get out between her erotic moans.

The mounting ecstasy finally reaches its climax as Jihyo’s hot walls constrict your shaft. You pray nobody else can hear her lustful moans bounce off the walls as she grabs your wrists. Looking down, you can't help but stare as her gentle face is now contorted with lust; unable to hide her unbridled joy from being filled with your cock. Unable to get out any actual words in her moans, Jihyo meets your gaze, her eyes silently pleading for you to drown her womb with your cum.

With one last resounding slam, your tip aggressively pierces into Jihyo’s depths. A cacophony of moans fills the lecture hall. Staring at Jihyo’s face, you relish her expression; her lips quivering in pleasure as her eyes portray the overwhelming pleasure you’re both succumbing to. Her petite body trembles, her cunt hungrily constricting your shaft as you pour what feels like an unending amount of cum directly into her womb. Both of you shudder violently as one last ropey blast of semen plasters her velvety walls.

Both of you stare into each other’s eyes as your mutual orgasm slowly fades. You smile at each other as you pant and attempt to regain your breath. As you lean down, Jihyo leans up, meeting you halfway for a gentle kiss. Your lips melt together for what feels like an eternity before you both pull away. The two of you smile at each other as you both giggle softly.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT.” A voice shouts from the doorway.

Your head turns to the classroom door so fast it gives you whiplash. The two of you stare at the figure in the doorway in shock. Looking down at yours and Jihyo’s naked bodies still connected and back up at the surprise visitor, you feel the world crashing down around you. Jihyo meets your eyes and you both gulp nervously. Standing in the doorway staring at you with her arms crossed and a scowl is Park Sooyoung.

A/N: As I was writing this I felt like the smut was a little shorter than maybe I would have liked, but I hope you guys still enjoyed it. Also while writing, I realized that I wrote Joy as a student despite the fact that she's actually older than Jihyo. But it's fiction, so fuck it, whatever lol. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

#kpop #kpop smut #twice #twice jihyo #park jihyo #malereader #male reader #reader insert #jihyo #reader x idol

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bluemoondust · 2 years

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Okay, but what about Professor Birch? He carries that research bag everywhere, and I wouldn't mind if he crammed me into said research bag. Imagine his smile is the last thing seen as he zips the bag shut and is also the first thing seen when he opens the bag zipper again.

Haha, I went off on a tangent here,,,

Warning(s): Drugging, Hints of Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping

You're always impressed by how much the professor had to carry in order to do his research. Honestly the man impresses you just by how much effort he puts into it. A lot of people have mentioned how he is rarely at home and always on and about in the tall grass or near an environment for a specific Pokemon he's studying. Some might say he has the large bag to fully camp out for the amount of time he spends outdoors.

Occasionally you'd run into him while he's at work, at first just giving a small greeting before heading off, but eventually he started offering to check out what he's studying. You accept whenever you have time to do so, and it's very refreshing to just stop and appreciate the wonders of nature. Even if it's for research purposes on his end, but he does enjoy it nonetheless. Professor Birch always has snacks/packed food with him; sometime fitting for two people oddly enough. Though you won't complain, it's still good food as you thank him.

On the times you can't join him, he does seem a little bummed out but assures you that maybe next time the two of you can hang out. You wonder to yourself what it'd be like to be around Professor Birch when he isn't working; keeping his eyes on the subject at hand but occasionally glancing back at you when conversation comes up. He's so passionate about his work. It's admirable, you've got to say.

Admittedly, you felt bad that personal things/getting sick for a while preventing you from seeing him, but it can't be helped. It's fine though since you and the professor exchanged each other's information on the PokeNav through Match Call so you two kept tabs on one another. It was sweet of him that he sent a packed lunch for you as well. Especially since it was your favorite! He really does listen.

Getting back on your feet again to see the professor, you notice again that he had that large bag with him. However this time he had three. You remembered a conversation the two of you had where Birch mentioned that his field research this time will have him be away from home for days or even weeks. Something expanding his research. He seemed very excited about it as he rambled on to you, fully expressing how wonderful it'd be once he arrived to his destination. You were happy for him as you said to him, "Well, it would be nice to come but I don't want to distract you from your work." To which he replied that you wouldn't and that you're free to drop by if you're able to.

You realized that he completely forgot to state where exactly he was going. Probably because of the excitement. Approaching him, you looked over at all the stuff he had. It was a lot which made sense given how he wouldn't be around for a while. You just hope he doesn't overexert himself when out there as you remembered the incident with the Poochyena. Tapping his shoulder gently, you watched as he turned to you, a smile gracing his features.

"Hello my dear. How have you been? I know we've already talked on the PokeNav, but I still wanted to make sure." Always the considerate man he is that professor. He unpacks the food he had in another bag. "Just checking up on a few things before heading off." He hands you a some cookies and a container of warm milk.

"It's early in the day, so I'd like something warm for this chilly air."

You chuckle and take the cookies and milk, "I'm doing alright sir. I'm sorry I couldn't be around as often." He shook his head as you chew on the cookie, chugging it down with some of the milk.

"It's no worries. I understand things happen, so you don't have to apologize. I'm just glad to see you're doing okay."

He dips a cookie in the milk as you remembered the question you wanted to ask, "Oh, professor? I don't think you mentioned where you'll be going for your field research this time."

Professor Birch gives a hum of acknowledgment at your words, setting down his container. "Well, it's more of a surprise to be honest. I was thinking of calling you when I get there so you can see for yourself."

That's... Honestly nice of him. You were pretty anxious to see where he'd be going, but you'll wait. Rubbing your eyes, the two of you spoke for almost half an hour. The conversation was like any of the others you had with him, varying from topic to topic. Occasionally asking how the progression of one's life is doing and much more. Although the professor was a well-known researcher and academic figure, you felt very close to him, seeing him more than just that. It was great to spend this much time with him.

Unable to suppress a yawn, you try to blink away the sleep in your eyes. It was probably too early to be here, especially when everyone was still inside their homes all snuggled up. Professor Birch did like to wake up at the weirdest hours to set off on work or such, which is how you knew he'd be here at this time.

You heard him move around, finishing off the snacks while grabbing yours that hasn't been finished yet. "It's seems right now we should head off." We?

A groan escapes you as you try to get up from the grass, but your body was too tired to listen to what your mind was ordering it to do. It was just getting harder to concentrate.

"Hey, hey. I've got you. I can't have you falling and hurting yourself, now can I?" The professor gently places his hands on your shoulders to keep you sitting up as he positions you so you're leaning onto his body. With a free hand, he brings over one of the duffle bags. "I've rented out a van for us to take in order to get to the destination. I've even gotten your stuff like clothes, blankets, and other necessities from your house." Why was he so calm about this? Why in Arceus' name did he sound excited about all this? "It'll be a little uncomfortable in here, but I'll make sure it's nice enough to stay in until we get there. Does that sound okay?"

You couldn't even answer his question, let alone fully comprehend what he's talking about. Panic is something you should be feeling right now but you were too tired to react. Birch smiles down at you; the same one he'd always give you whenever you joined him in his work. It didn't bring much assurance to you as it did before...

"I'll make sure you don't have to be in here for long. Just have to be a little patient for me. Can you do that for me?" Zip!

#yandere pokemon #yandere professor birch #yandere imagines #☆moondust.answers☆#☆just.yandere.things☆#yandere pokemon x reader

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juuuuliee · 3 years

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Her Sun

A/N: I hope you like it :)

Wordcount: 1.4k

Pairing: Sirius Black X Reader

Genre: fluff, (a little) angst at the end

Warnings: War

Sirius shone. Sirius glowed. Whenever he walked into a room, he glowed and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was like the sun, hidden behind clouds some days. It didn't want to be seen. But other days it shone so much that you could just pay attention to it. It made you happy when it shone.

Sirius Black made you happy.

He didn't even have to try hard to make you laugh. You just did when he grinned at you with his grey eyes, with the unpredictable gleam in them. You had to be happy when you saw Sirius Black.

Y/N Y/L was happy when she saw him and that was enough for him.

It was a grey day. The weather was muggy and there were occasional showers, which encouraged the students to stay indoors rather than out. Y/N was walking down the corridor with Lily Evans, her best friend, on her way to History of Magic. Listlessly, Sirius and James trotted along behind them.

"I don't know what we're going to get out of this subject. Merlin, the teacher is a bloody ghost. If that doesn't tell you something, I don't know what does." Maul Sirius and James agreed with him: "I'm sure he died of boredom too..."

Y/N turned to her steady boyfriend and his best friend with a roll of her eyes.

"It's only an hour. Besides, you guys don't pay attention anyway and always sleep. What kind of effort is that?" "Exactly! We could do so much more than just sit there." Agreed James, who seemed to have misunderstood a bit, to which Lily and Y/N just sighed.

"Yes, Potter you could pay attention and get a good grade in the subject." Said Lily snappishly, who had now turned to the boys as well.

"Oh Evans, I was hoping for your help to be honest." James replied with an insolent grin.

"Forget it, Potter! I'm not going to help you with a subject, you're not even trying to help yourself with and maybe LEARN- I know, a term you're actually afraid of!" taunted Lily back, to which Y/N and Sirius could only roll their eyes.

And so it went all the way to the classroom, James flirting with Lily and Lily bitching at him....

It was obvious to everyone, really. James liked Lily. Lily liked James. Everyone knew it, it wasn't a secret anymore. Not to anyone but the two of them. James, who for years had been LONGING for Lily's approval- yes, you could say that- and Lily, who just didn't take the boy seriously. Merlin, who would? James Potter was as mentally ready as a fourteen year old girl, in the middle of puberty and with severe mood swings! Unfortunately, Potter could only be laughed at in parts; sometimes he liked Lily and wanted to marry her, but then he became mean and totally idiotic.

But Lily wasn't always better either... Of course Y/N loved her best friend, but sometimes she just wanted to kick her butt and order her to finally go out with this boy so he would shut up.

They were like little children.

To be fair, Y/N and Sirius were like that too, possibly even worse for others.

When they arrived at the classroom, Lily and James stopped throwing unnecessary and childish things at each other and the group split up. Lily and Y/N sat down at their table and started taking notes on the, admittedly, boring class topics.

After a far too long, dreadful lesson, which reminded Y/N very much of the train journey in which she sat alone in a compartment with Lily and James because the others were in another carriage, Y/N stood up, hung her bag over her shoulder and left the room with a sigh and a final "bye" to Professor Binns.

On her way to the Great Hall, she met Lily, who had to (or was allowed to) leave class early to meet the other confidential students.

"My goodness, every time I see Malfoy it almost makes my head spin. Merlin, you can't really be more stupid and mean than that. Luckily he'll be gone next year and no longer be Head Boy. The way he treats me and the other trusties! As if we were dirt. And his partner, the other head girl, Amanda - I think you know her - she's really nice, from Hufflepuff. She's a friend of Alice and Frank's. Merlin, I feel sorry for her." Lily sighed and Y/N stroked her shoulder reassuringly.

Was it that bad?" she asked, pity in her voice, and Lily nodded vigorously.

"I just don't understand..." she began, "Why can't he just leave us alone and go back to his basement with his Death Eater friends where he is relatively wanted. Yes, we are Muggle-born! Merlin, what more do you want to say to that..." sighed Lily and Y/N nodded empathetically.

Unfortunately, many purebloods still had something to say about being muggle-born..., "Mudblood", "We don't want you here", "We're better than you" were phrases that Y/N, Lily and other muggle-born students were accused of by many. One could say that it was still humble when reading the news in the Daily Prophet....

Arriving in the Great Hall, the two sat down next to Remus and Sirius, who were talking to James, who was sitting across from the boys.

Sirius greeted Y/N with a smile before giving her a small kiss on the lips.

"Hey," she greeted him and he looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you okay?" he asked with his eyebrows drawn together and she nodded quickly as she put something on her empty plate and gave the still suspicious Sirius a smile, which he returned.

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It had long since grown dark and the students had long since retired to their Dorms. So had Sirius and Y/N, who had gone to sirius dorm together. Y/N leaned her back against the edge of the bed while Sirius lay nicely long with his legs over hers and his arm wrapped around her stomach.

Y/N looked out of the window thoughtfully, but there was nothing to see but darkness.

"Do you think it will get better?" whispered Y/N into the silence and Sirius lifted his head to look at her.

"What?" he whispered back softly, running his fingers over her forearm to get her to look at him. She turned to look down at him. She could only make out the outline of his face because of the darkness, but she noticed how his grey eyes studied her face.

„Everything. The war. You know who..." she whispered back and she saw his expression become more serious. He sat up and wrapped his right arm around her shoulder, touching her neck lightly.

"I don't know... I hope so." Sirius replied after a few seconds and you could tell he was unsure about having said the right answer. Y/N nodded slightly and closed her eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, she opened them again and began to speak: "I'm scared." She confessed and bit her lips.

„I am afraid for my family and my friends. I'm afraid for you and I'm afraid that it will never stop and that day by day it will become less and less and more and more will die. I'm afraid that it will become a daily routine to lose people you love. I don't want that. I don't want to die... I don't want you to die or Lily or James or Remus or Peter. I don't want any of that..."

She hadn't realised that she had started to cry and Sirius had pulled her into a tight hug after she had spoken the words that had been stuck in her throat all day.

"I'm scared too." Whispered Sirius into her hair as his arms tightened around her middle as if he never wanted to let her go.

"It's going to be okay though. As long as we have each other, we'll be fine, okay?" he whispered against her ear this time so she could hear him better.

She just nodded and buried her face a little more into his jumper so she could breathe in his comforting scent.

As long as he was there, it was all good. As long as, she could pretend he was her sun, everything would be okay.

Because when he was there, she was happy.

Maybe only for a brief moment. He made her happy and shone for her...

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thedaredevilsgirl · 3 years

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Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

"Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

"Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson.

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The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

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Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

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It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

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You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

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Sinners. (Stalker!San x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi Non-Con, sadism, masochism, fear kink, hair play, head shaving, complete submission, humiliation, degradation, anal, camera play, piercing, denial, chastity, Psycho!San, twisted and dark fucked up shit. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. This isn't for everyone. It is purely fiction and doesn't reflect any individual's behavior nor does it encourage it.

It was early in the morning and she was about to go to college in an hour. But instead of running around having breakfast, getting ready and making sure she had her assignments ready, Y/n was standing in front of her mirror, eyes closed as she touched her pussy and touched an electric razor to her head, imagining what it'd feel like if it was on and an imaginary 'Master' was forcefully shearing her. Like a sheep. "Ahh... Master… please..." The girl let a whimper fall from her lips, having no idea that the curtains of her room were open and someone could watch her through the window.

"Fuck…" The man standing outside, behind the PCO booth on the sidewalk outside Y/n's apartment complex whispered to himself, feeling his jeans tighten. Taking a picture of the girl before switching it to video mode, planning to send her the photo later. It had been a while now. Maybe a bit more than a while. He was ready and sure now, unable to wait anymore.

San had to have Y/n now.

He had to claim her rightfully his. Or, he felt like he'd lose his mind now. Just watching the pretty girl wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch her, feel her, tell her, that he knew… He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made herself look in front of the people that knew her. That she was actually a hormonal little dirty girl. And whilst nobody knew that nasty side of her, he did. The thought made the man feel powerful. In control. Like he had a claim over Y/n.

There was no way in hell that she wasn't made for him.

Y/n got done with masturbating and packed up before going to college, having no idea that she had a stalker. The girl spent her usual regular day at college, having no idea of the storm that was coming.

San knew Y/n were in class and that’s exactly when he wanted to send her the photo he took. A sick smirk made its way on his face and he took his phone out, sending it with the caption, 'having fun there?' He knew where she sat, a lone desk by one of the windows in this classroom, the spot he was standing in providing him a clear view of her face. Yes. The man had all the information he could gather about her memorized by heart.

Y/n was drifting off when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, peeking at the Professor sneakily, the girl took it out and unlocked it only to choke on her breath before starting to cough, making some heads turn which caused her to put the device in her hand away to prevent it getting seized. Her blood ran cold and skin paled.

What the fuck just happened?!

San patiently waited for the female to exit her college, her being earlier than the usual time today, however. The man grinned deviously as he texted her again once she passed by him in a hurry, his taller figure getting up to follow her.

'Will you give that show again? Would you like someone to shave your hair off? That’s what gets you off right?' It shamelessly read, making her tremble.

Y/n started to rush towards her house as she didn't live too far away from her college, not having to use any vehicle because it was barely a 10 minute walk as she nervously glanced around. She was quite twisted herself. And so, a dark part of her mind thought... things, making her start to shudder as tears welled up in self hatred. She hated the soft pounds in her southern region, overpowering the thump of her heart ringing in her ears as she reached the building and rushed in.

'What's the rush for, Princess? Are you so eager to touch yourself again? Tsk. Are you horny? Knowing someone is watching you?' San was absolutely sick in the head. Chuckling at his own text, he bit his lip and hit send.

Y/n was shaking as she read the message. Yes. In her fantasies this was… thrilling, exciting, pussy throbbing and she'd like to play like this with her top but… a legit stalker? She wasn't THAT fucked. Or so the girl belived, at least. Rushing to the curtains after locking the front door, the girl drew them while trying to catch someone's glance outside but no luck.

San had mastered the art of hiding as he watched her. It wasn't like this was new or anything.

Y/n felt hopeless. She couldn't even call the cops! What would the girl show them as evidence?! She didn't want to tell or show them this! Her filthiest desire.

The 21 year old was having a mental breakdown! All her savings were in this college. She could not run away, didn't have any friends because Y/n was a foreigner and the people of this country were rather hostile to any outsiders. Couldn't go back home because she had run away from there, which was a hell in itself, when she had received her acceptance letter.

'Aww come on now!' Her phone pinged again, and then again. 'You can’t keep the fun all to yourself!'

The realisation felt like a bucket of ice cold water everytime she was reminded of it. The person had seen her masturbating and that to the fucking… razor! They knew her fantasies and at that the darkest ones! She couldn't even text them back asking him who it was! The girl was simply too embarrassed to! What if it were someone she knew in her college or around the apartment complex!

It was a dark day and it started raining. Y/n felt tears streaming down her face as her heart beat never slowed down, more terror filling her as everything outside got dark and thunder struck.

Maybe she should call the cops... No one else would help a foreigner… She just knew it. Nobody liked college students especially that lived alone because they were 'reckless' and often lied to get a good laugh out of the elders with their friends. So no one really opened their door for a student they didn't know personally.

But what would she tell the cops?! They ask for evidence!

Meanwhile, San stood on the spot he had found. Even if it was literally the end of the world, he'd still be there. Always. She was his and he had to have her all to himself. There was no other way. The man wasn't exactly sure how he'd do it but he’ll find a way.

Y/n called the cops at last when she started suspecting someone's presence outside her apartment. Or window… she wasn't sure anymore. And the loud thunder outside didn't help her situation. Dialing the police the scared girl told them she was afraid someone was stalking her and needed an officer for security right now. i Telling them about the texts and deciding to leave the nasty parts out, she sighed in somewhat relief when they informed that they will send an officer on the way. The student grabbed a water from the fridge and sat on the couch, taking huge gulps while trying to calm down.

Finally.

It only took some minutes before there was a knock on the door. A nervous Y/n looked through the peep hole to only cry out in relief when she saw the uniform through it. "Oh! Thank God, officer! Thank you so much! You're here!" She was overjoyed. "Thank you! I- I am so scared!" A weak sob left her. "Please come in!"

The officer looked around the house, nodding. "I need you to calm down, miss. Tell me everything. We are here with you." His tone was professional. His name plate read 'Park Seonghwa'.

"I- I have a stalker! I don't know how!" Y/n quickly locked the door after he stepped in. "Not many people like me because I am a foreigner! I don't know if it's someone from college troubling me o- on purpose or what... B- But they've been sending me some really p- personal stuff..." She looked up at him innocently, scared.

The dark haired man hummed and nodded. "Do you maybe know the number? Have you noticed any suspicious activity around you before? Is there someone who has a motive to do this?"

"N- No... I got the first text today... I- I am really scared... I've got no one here... W- What do I do?" She told him all of it, hoping that the culprit he caught as soon as possible so she could go back to her life where she was a nobody. No one knew her and she was just another face among many others..

"Alright. We’ll keep a close eye on you. Within this period, try not to hang out too much, yeah? It is best to come directly home after college. And call us on this number if you suspect anything." He wrote a number on a paper and handed it to the shaky girl.

"Oh... Alright officer... thank you..." She saved the number gladly. And since he was supposed to stay with her to ensure the girl's safety, they sat down and Y/n awkwardly turned the TV on. Oh she never had a guy in her apartment before.

After getting used to the feeling of safety, Y/n got up after a while, finally having calmed down as she felt hungry. Cooking some dinner for two people, she went and handed the officer one of the two plates. "You've been here since evening... Please eat." She politely smiled, softly blushing from the embarrassment. The girl was too soft, continuously thanking him like it wasn't his job.

"You're a true hero..." She giggled and sat on the other couch, totally not thinking about how handsome he was. Before a sigh left her as she was reminded of the situation. "Officer... What will happen to my stalker when you catch him...?" He knew her darkest secrets. "I am really afraid... They mentioned some... things... very private... things..." The girl finally confessed.

“Mind telling me those things, miss? It will help us with his punishment. The more detail, the better” he placed his plate down, grabbing his pen and notepad.

"O- Officer... I uh..." Y/n gulped. "I- I can't..." She felt ashamed

“Why not? We should know so we can sentence him longer in the court. This is not okay. And you’re a foreigner. So it may also come under bullying.” His tone was soft and assuring as he looked at her, concerned.

It took the student a bit of persuasion before she spoke, hanging her head low and fingers fidgeting in her lap. "I... I was being naughty with myself... A- And they took p- pictures from my window... A- And taunted me about my... p- preferences, s- sir..." She put her own plate on the table now.

The man only hummed, nodding in an understanding manner. “That’s such a disgusting thing for him to do…” Before the man continued. “You shouldn’t do those nasty things while your windows are open either, Miss… You never know who will be watching.”

Y/n was blushing hard as her cheeks felt extremely hot. "I am sorry, s- sir... I won't do it again..." She couldn’t help but reply obediently. Her sub side sometimes got the best of her.

Besides… The officer was so handsome... It wasn’t helping her situation here.

A few hours later when it was bedtime and Y/n went to sleep in her room after taking care of her assignments and on the work she missed at school today, the officer got comfy on the couch. He was going to be here until tomorrow morning. Unless something happened. The girl was so tired she fell asleep easily, feeling protected and warm despite the terrible weather outside.

It was really late at night when Y/n woke up to a phone call.. "Hello?" It was the police, informing her that the officer that had been sent to her house had a bad ‘accident’ on the way and whether she still needed an officer.

The girl’s eyebrows at first in confusion before it sunk in and her blood ran cold as the phone fell from her shaking hands. At the same time she felt someone next to her. On the fucking bed. Pure terror filled her and she slowly turned to look at the relaxed figure dressed in the uniform. A shaky cry left her as she started trembling, literally mortified.

“Tsk... The stupid cops ruined the fun.” His voice was nowhere near that gentle and warm comforting voice now. Instead a low and deep hiss filled with nothing but mock.

San's eyebrows were frowned when he saw the cop car pulling up. "Oh no... you did not, Princess." The male smirked and shook his head slowly as he noted that it was only one officer. Moving through the shadows, he pulled out his blade from the pocket of his pants, expertly swirling it around in his hand and toying with it like he usually did. "Now, let’s see why do you need the officer, babygirl" his voice was barley a whisper as he made his way over to the car.

San was always so slick with his movements, catching the non-existent sounds of his figure were barely audible to the human ear. Before the officer could even realise there was someone around, the male had banged his head against one of the entrance walls of the low rent cheap apartment building, dragging him into the darkness with him before stealing his clothes and then dumping his body in the river along his car.

It didn't even take him long. He was fast, accurate in his calculations and confident in his abilities. "Now, to my Princess' rescue" chuckling to himself as he climbed the stairs, pinning the nameplate reading 'Park Seonghwa' on his breast pocket before ringing the bell to her apartment.

"The real fun is only starting" San sang as he pinned her down on the bed, holding her wrists tight above her head. "You have no idea how many nights I've watched you touch that bitchy cunt of yours." His hard bulge rubbed against her thigh.

An astonished Y/n was trembling, warm piss suddenly starting to leak out of her in pure terror as her heart threatened to burst out of the skin of her chest. Oh no! Is that what she thought this was?! It took her brain a few moments to understand it as the realisation sunk in like a ton of bricks. "Y- You... You're... You..." She could only whisper, eyes widened to the shape of saucers as an evil grin made its way on his features.

As San felt the bed getting warm, he started laughing at the girl condescendingly. "Look at you! Pissing yourself like a baby! How pathetic and disgusting! Did you really think anyone would help you, tsk?" He loved how she was shaking, the glow of her skin caused by the little droplets of sweat, her heartbeat that he could literally feel and the terror in her eyes.

Y/n started crying, the piss not stopping as it pooled inside her thighs. "Y- You're... You're the... stalker…" She whispered, still in disbelief as to how he managed that. "H- How did... How did you..." Oh God. Oh no.

The storm outside was so loud that screaming for help would just be in vain. It was so late no one would even be up...

"Baby, just like you said… I’m the stalker… I know everything about you…" His tone was sensual as he started kissing up the soft skin of her neck, moaning from how soft and delicate it felt. "Fuck! Your skin is even softer than i- it looks…" San felt himself twitch.

The girl was trembling as she slowly put it all together, staring at the ceiling as a feeling of despair and hopelessness filled her. "Y- You were p- pretending a- all this time! You're not the officer!" Adrenaline filled her as she kneed his cock, swiftly turning on her stomach and crawling off the bed before rushing out of the room. Nobody could hear the commotion. It was too loud outside.

"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" San yelled before laughing loudly. He loved this. Finally something enjoyable in his once lone and bland life. Holding his crotch, the male after her to catch the girl before she got away, catching her easily. "Where do you think you’re going?!" A smack landed on her face as punishment for what she did.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! Y- YOU CREEPY BASTARD!" Oh she would be getting a lot of beating for this! "H- HOW DARE YOU STALK ME A- AND THEN ENTER MY HOUSE! ILL R- REPORT YOU!" As she reached out to my table to hit him with something, her hand so conveniently ended up grabbing the razor and swung it back, going to hit him with it on the head.

San laughed tauntingly and caught her arm before she could hit him and shook his head, sighing. "Now now, isn’t this the razor you were holding when you played with that tiny little cunt of yours?" The shiny object dangled in his hand.

"P- PLEASE!" She remembered the text he'd sent her. "PLEASE! I- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" Y/n had no idea what to say.

"Aww sweetie…" His words were soft. Almost. "Keep your begs for the time when I'll be pounding that dirty little pussy of yours." San held her hands above her head. "You like to be owned, huh? You like to serve your Master and show everyone how much of an obedient little whore you are?"

Y/n was crying harder now, afraid because she didn't know what was going to happen. "N- No! Please no! It's not true! P- Please just let me go! I- I don't want to!" Oh but she had a being kidnapped and raped fantasy. She loved the thought of someone dangerous, like San, terrifying her and fucking her, making her into his cockwhore. And he knew it. She wanted it all. The girl loved the fear and force. But all of it actually happening was something she'd never thought of. "Please! Let me go!" How could it? A whole fantasy becoming true?

"Oh please, my little slut! Let’s not fool ourselves here. I know you love the thrill of this, I know you LOVE getting used like a worthless little toy and I will give you what you want. You can try to resist me all you want but you’ll never get away from me. You're mine. I'll always catch you. You're mine and belong with me." Her eyes were on the razor as she kept thinking about the text he'd sent.

Y/n tried to reach out of his iron strong hold and snatch the razor from him. "Nu-uh…" San sang out as he held the object above him. "What if I shaved your head while I’m destroying that slutty pussy, huh? Would you like that you little whore?"

"No! NO! NO PLEASE!" Oh… But she felt wetness trickling down her leg. Oh no.

"My my!" The man chuckled darkly. "What’s this?" He swiped a finger up her bare thigh. "God, you’re such a pathetic whore, trying to fool yourself by saying no but I know you’re enjoying this. How stupid and dumb. Stupid slut!" His free hand smacked her face before grabbing her hands again.

"N- No! No! Please stop! This i- isn't what it looks like!" Before she somehow broke free again, this time biting his hand before she managed to reach the door, trying to unlock it but her hands were sweaty and cold, fingers literally frozen as she struggled to open the locks, cursing when they kept slipping against the metal.

San pushed Y/n up against the door with the most force he could come up with and pounced himself on her, letting his hard cock feel up her ass. "Don’t fight it anymore." And with that, he pulled her pj shorts down and turned her around before spreading her legs and pushed her up against the door, unclothing his cock and aligning his tip against her vagina before forcefully thrusting into her without warning before moaning loudly, throwing his head back. "God! Such a tight little nasty cunt!" San moaned and kissed along her neck, feeling like he'd go crazy from how delicate and nice her skin tasted.

The girl moaned loudly in pain, a warm stream of blood trickling down the man's monster cock. "O- Oh my God!" A sick part of her wondered if he would also shave her head and face... "I- IT BURNS!" A scream tumbled out of her lips.

"Oh… You were a virgin? Such a nasty little thing. Everyone thinks you’re an innocent little girl but in reality, you’re just a needy little bitch! Needy for cock! All the time!" He picked her up and carried the girl back to her room while still keeping his cock in her before plugging the razor in. "Come here!"

Oh yes. Oh no! Oh… She was having a battle with herself. Did she want this or did she not want this?! "PLEASE... S- SIR..." Please yes or please no...? She didn't even know what was happening anymore. This was fucking crazy. Her stalker who had done God knows what to the cop and had entered her house after watching her for who knew how long. The stalker that had a private photo of her and she didn't even know how many other materials. And now was on top of her like this...

"Please what, babydoll?" San pulled her in and kissed the soft trembling lips roughly, loving how good she tasted and felt.

Y/n cried against his lips, the man's huge cock still in her wet and tight walls. "I- I am scared! P- People will laugh!" Was that the only thing she cared about?

"So you want me to, but scared people will laugh?" San smirked while pushing his hips back and forth, moaning with each thrust. "Let them laugh, that will turn you on even more because you love getting humiliated. I know you too well, baby.”

Y/n had faced such rejection and hostility her whole life from different people she had trusted with her safety from time to time… this was driving her crazy. Her messy emotions got the best of her at the end of it. Her breaths were heavy. "Y- You're right... You know me so well..." She started speaking his language. "Y- You want me? O- Or you'll leave me too?" This was wrong; sick.

“No. I am staying by your side and you’re staying by me. I’ve wanted you for so long... you have no idea.” He groaned at how good she felt, biting back the whimpers threatening to fall out of his lips from the pleasure. “You have no idea just how many nights I have jerked off thinking it was your tiny little pussy, hugging my cock as you moaned and begged me for more, slut.”

The girl blushed, feeling like she was dreaming. This felt perfect… at least to her troubled mind. "You're crazy... You're scary... You made me piss myself out of pure…” She whispered slowly, a small smile making its way on her lips. “...P- Please own me... P- Please shave me... my head and face... make me look like a dumb slut... s- sir... Your dumb slut..." Her shaky hand turned the razor on for him, pussy suddenly clenching around him as she finally acknowledged the pleasure it was receiving, a soft moan escaping her.

“Mmm... that’s my good slut” San hummed and praised, taking the now on machine and placing it against her hairline before running it down the top of her head, both of them moaning, Y/n from the feeling and San from the sight of the sight of now small bristles between her locks as his hips pushed in and out even faster.

The man now shaved off another strip from the spot besides the previously shaved one, humming as he remembered something and took the machine to her eyebrows first and pressed it against the skin, feeling himself hit her g-spot as her eyes rolled to the top of her head, mouth falling open as the male erased the hair above her eyes.

"Yes, s- sir! Please make me your good slut! I- I love you! I'll never leave you! Please never leave me, Master!" She started crying out of joy, kissing his hands as her unstable emotions made her feel absolute joy. He had accepted her as she truly was. In her darkest form. “Please write funny things o- on my skinhead when you’re done. I am a dumb whore!” To her, there wasn’t a man more great than him.

“Fuck yes… That you are.” San grunted as he started to shear the rest of her long locks like one would to a sheep. “You are my dumb little slut who will do nothing but serve her Master from now on!” His free hand landed a smack on her head which was showing up more and more, nothing but thin stubble covering the skin.

"Yes I will, Master! Please! Please treat me like trash!" Y/n clenched around him, near to cumming. “Trash that was born to take your cock! You're so good to me! I wish you'd snuck in my house this morning and raped me right there! I wish you'd have shaved my head and forced me to go to college like that! It would have been a pleasure to be humiliated like that and by you!” She was literally crying out of pleasure

“Oh..” The man chuckled while panting. “I will force you to go like this baby, don’t worry.” He promised as he snapped his hips even faster, feeling himself getting close from the sight and all her filthy confessions. “And I will wake you up by fucking you every morning, making you a mess and sending you off to college like that.” It was done, the only hair on the girl’s head slight messy stubble that he’d remove with a hand razor later to reveal the skin underneath.

"Yes, please! Please always only force me and rape me! Please keep me bald! Keep me at your feet! Please feed me your piss and cum! I want to be your hand and footrest! I want to be an object for you to fuck! A bitch for you to breed! Your little animal! I JUST WANT TO BE YOURS! I WANT TO BE THE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET!" She was sobbing as she started cumming hard, her tiny body spasming in pleasure while holding one of San's hands because it was her first time cumming from sex.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him from the intensity of it and kissed him while he played with her tits, pinching her nipples painfully as he kissed the girl back and let her ride out her high before pulling out. “On your knees!” San kept pumped himself until he came all over the girl’s pretty face and mouth. “That’s my good little cumdumpster.”

She smiled and started to kiss his cock and hands in respect, then his balls. Y/n really had truly submitted. "You're perfect, Master! Where have you been all my life?!" A pout made its way on her lips as she whined, hugging his leg and kissing it, not daring to go further up out of fear.

San was satisfied with her behavior. “I’m here now baby… And I am never leaving.” He kissed the younger one and slapped her ass lightly after helping her get up. “Lets get cleaned, doll.”

"Master, I wanna drink your piss." She shamelessly told him, not standing up, taking his cum off her face with her hand and greedily sucking at it. "A- And I wanna kiss your feet!" She was way too eager for this.

The man chuckled at her request. “You want to drink my piss? Then open up, my whore.” San held his cock over her mouth before putting pressure on his bladder, whimpering before the hot stream hit her lips.

Y/n was obediently on her knees drinking all of it after cringing at the taste a little, moaning happily. It was her first time drinking anyone's piss. She was in heaven. She finally had an owner! The girl made sure not one drop went to waste. "Thank you so much, Master! It is amazing!" The younger one stopped drinking and let his piss wet her face before starting to kiss his feet, fully in her subspace.

“You’re such an obedient little girl.” San praised, not being able to hold back the smile as he watched her, never having imagined her willingly being like this for him in such a short time period. But then again, he wasn’t surprised. “Good girl.” He cooed patting her head.

Y/n desperately kissed his hand and grabbed it, starting to cry. "M- Master... everyone leaves me... P- Please don't leave me... I- I'll die!" She almost promised him, nothing short of a maniac. Maybe she was even more twisted than San, in a way

“I’ll never leave you, you’re mine and everyone will know that.” Cupping her cheeks, he passionately kissed her, already making plans in his head about how he will modify all of her features as his perfect little pet.

The girl giggled, sucking at his lips greedily. "Master! Your piss was on my face!" She tried to get it off. "Give it back! Ish mine!" Huffing, she lapped at his piss like a needy little bitch.

San chuckled from her antics and swiped his fingers on the pretty face before holding them up against her lips. “Open up…” He let her suck on the piss covering his fingers. “Fuck... you’re so perfect for me.”

Holding his arm like a child, Y/n started sucking on his fingers greedily, smiling. "Thank you, Master!" Before she made his fingers hit the back of her throat, making herself gag and loving it all. "Mashter Mashter! Whatsh your name?" The girl questioned while deep throating his fingers.

“It’s San, baby.” The man replied with a smile, watching her choke on his fingers, her warm drool trickling down his long fingers.

"Shan! Ish sho pretty! I am Y/n!" Letting go of his hand, she hugged him which was returned with a chuckle.

“I know, babygirl.”

"M- Mashter... I- I dunno why b- but... I- I shaw a video too a- and I want you to s- shove my shaved hair u- up my assh and i- in my mouth... a- and take picturesh... Hehe I am sho naughty!" His eyebrows raised as she hid in his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.

San patted her messily shaved head. “Yes. You are, baby. You’re fucking naughty but okay. Daddy is here to help his little girl with all her little disgusting whore fantasies.”

"Y- You wanna?" Before she chirped again. "Mashter I want to be owned like an object a-nd like an animal! I wanna be like a p- piggy! A- And I want you to b- beat me and whip me e- everywhere a- and I wanna be bruished! A- And I want to be raped all the time!" She was too fucking sick and twisted but now that she wasn’t afraid of being judged, she was letting all that was locked deep down out.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll treat you like one, baby.” San said before chuckling to himself, still in disbelief of just how fucked up she really was.

"A- And I want you to fuck my bummie and not let me cum for monthsh! I wanna be forshed to wear chashtity! I want you to make me cry and beg but you don't give in and only torture me more!" She told him. "Pleashe alwaysh shlap me and my head!"

“Fuck... you’re so naughty baby… I love it.” San almost moaned from the sight before getting a chunk of her shaved hair and shoved it in her mouth before getting his phone and taking pics of her all stuffed and messily bald like that.

The twisted girl smiled in the pictures and eagerly nodded, turning her fat ass in front of him now. "Please put hair in assh too!" She struggled to speak, smiling and posing for all of the pictures.

San actually wanted to take a video of him shoving hair up her ass and so that was what he simply did, laughing. “Look at this disgusting little dumb cock whore! So slutty and needy! Loving to be humiliated and looked like a dumb fucktoy by her owner!” He spat on her.

"Yesh I am! Yesh I am!" Y/n spoke with difficulty, showing her stuffed face and head too, arching her back, imagining herself a beauty goddess of her own kind. "My lobely mashter shaved me! And ish gonna treat me like hish trash and look! I habe hair up my assh! And in my fashe! I've got no eyebrowsh!"

“My good little slave… All mine… So submissive” San praised, kicking her ass in the camera and chuckling at her squeak, watching her clench the hair up when her pucker winked. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” Lifting her face, he spat on her forehead.

"I ammmm~" she whined, face red before starting to try to rub her cunt against the floor.

“Look at her trying to desperately rub her slutty cunts on the floor…” He filmed it all. Fuck. He loved seeing Y/n all dirty and submissive for him.

Drool was dripping down her chin and boobs. "Yesh Mashter! O- Onwy fow yoooouuu~" a needy whimper left her.

“Mmm... yes, only for me” San spoke and slapped her hard which the girl loved, getting even more wet and kissing his hands. "I- I... cum pleashe..." She whimpered again, loving the control she was in.

“No... get up.” San warned sternly. “You’re not allowed to cum, you’re never allowed to cum.”

"B- But... M- Mashter..." The girl pouted and whined, having forgotten that she was the one that told him that she wanted him to never let her cum and torture her like that.

“Are you talking back to your Master?” Raising an eyebrow, he gripped her chin before slapping her, making sure it was all being recorded so he could fuck her to it later.

Her pussy tingled. “N- No! No Mashtew owwiieee…” The hair in her ass and mouth tickled humiliatingly.

"That’s what I thought" San husked and threw the phone on the bed before pushing her on the carpet again. "Tell me when you’re close."

"M- Mashtewwww" Y/n started crying like a little baby, shaking and dropping the hair from her mouth because it was getting hard to breathe.

"Did I say you could drop the hair?!" The man growled darkly before pushing the hair back in. "Breathe through your nose, dumb slut!"

The girl let out a cry, trembling and sobbing as she nodded. He was rough. It was making her cry. But she also loved it and felt wet. "Yesh!" She loved being at Master's mercy.

"Good girl." He said pushing her down on the carpet more. "Rub yourself nice and hard slut." Y/n started rubbing herself as he ordered, feeling the carpet burn against her pussy but she couldn't help but love it, biting her bottom lip through her stuffed mouth. Oh… She loved it so much. The girl wanted it to bleed almost… Reaching out to hold his hand, the girl spoke. "You're sho perfect... I wish I'd m- met you when I wash l- little..."

"I wish that too baby, fuck... I’d fuck you every night while your parents were peacefully sleeping in the next room…"

"Y- You'd fuck me when I wash a little baby?" This was fucking revolting and twisted. They were both utterly sick. Y/n kept moaning loudly and getting wetter, rubbing harder and harder. "Y- Your fat cock i- in my toothlessh mouth... AHHH... I wouldn't need miwk... You'd have fed me your Mashtew milk fwom youw cock..."

"Fuck yes!" He growled as he felt himself getting hard. "Yes baby… I'd feed you my cum every day. You'd have grown up getting your nutrients from it, eh?"

"Daddy... Daddy... You'd be my Daddy? But inshtead of miwk you'd feed me youw cum evewyday? Ish the besht miwk!" She was very close and her eyes fluttered shut when he started playing with her tits and pinched her nipples before pulling at them. "Then I'd say I grew up drinking Mashtew's cock miwk! Hehehe!" The girl was too far gone.

"God, yes! You’re such a filthy and sick whore!" San knew she were close so he pulled her up. "No cumming!" It made the girl whine loudly and she fell on her face.

"Mashtewwwwww!" Before she curled in his feet, calming down a little when he didn't give in and ripped her pussy away from the carpet. "M- Mashtew... p- pleashe may I wemove haiw now...?" It was getting stuck to her mouth.

"Yes. You may, my little cum rag." The male wanted to use her mouth and feed her his cum so he allowed.

Y/n dropped it and quickly cleaned her tongue and inside of the cheeks with her tiny hands. "Bleg... hehe~" she curled in his waist, rubbing her tiny head against his chest.

"Good girl~" he patted her head before pushing her back in position. "Now use that mouth good baby…" San pushed his cock down her narrow throat, loving how tight and warm she was, making her gag from the rush of it in an instant.

The girl gagged but enjoyed it, loving it all. She quickly started sucking his cock, grazing her teeth against it and swirling her tongue. Y/n had watched all that porn for a reason. Kissing his balls, she sucked on them, whimpering from how his private hair tickled her nose.

"Fuck! look at you! Sucking on master’s cock like a starved bitch!" He slapped her again, feeling his shape against the skin of her cheeks. "You love it, don’t you?!"

"Yesh! Yesh! Yesh!" She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking and whining as San rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, smacking her bald head before pushing his cock all the way down her throat, tightly clasping the back of her head.

The man groaned loudly as he twitched in the soft walls of her throat, washing her throat with his hot semen before cleaning her up and finally shaving her head fully until there was nothing but glossy skin left before they went to bed.

"I have shchool tomorrow... Mashter do you go to shchool?" Y/n yawned as she snuggled into San's built chest, whimpering and smiling whenever the realisation of who he was hit her.

She loved being owned.

"No I don't. I will be right here when you come back, my pretty slut." San said while kissing her softly like he hadn't unleashed his sadistic likes on her.

"Why don't you go to school?" She suddenly pouted. "Then how will Mashter have a career?! You'll be poow! I dun wan poow Mashtew!" Y/n huffed brattily. She didn't really care about that, only wanting to see his response because she loved to piss off her top.

"You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart." The male gritted out. "You’re stuck with me forever. If I am living on the streets, you’re living with me."

She opened her mouth to brat but the bell rang. Rushing to the door, Y/n opened it to reveal a police officer. "Oh... hi..." The officer smiled a bit at her and asked the girl if she still needed an officer and why she had hung up when they called. "O- Oh no officer... I was just being paranoid... It wasn't anyone..." Y/n's cheeks blushed because she could see the officer was staring at her shiny bald head and eyebrows. Feeling herself getting wet as humiliation made her blush, Y/n found herself wondering what it'd feel like if he smacked her on her head. The girl's nipples got hard.

But oh... she couldn't cum!

"Okay then, be careful, Miss." He tipped her hat, nodding a little before walking off.

Y/n felt so wet. "Have a good night, officer!" A giggle left her as the man disappeared, starting to rub herself against the door up and down, running her hand against her head.

"Now, what was that?!" San deeply spoke, pushing the girl against the door, making her head hit against it embarrassingly. "Did you forget who alone can make you wet?!" The male yelled before slapping her. "You sick little exhibition loving whore! Not even you can do what you like to yourself! You're all mine! Only I can do whatever I please to your whore body!"

"Yes... You... You sir!" Y/n closed her eyes and held her hands above her head, lowering it for him to slap. "Please hit my head... Ugh... fuck me up... I want my head to be bruised... Ugh fuck! I am so wet... Please beat me!"

"What a disgusting little trash!" The man laughed, slapping her head this time. "You love people making fun of you, huh?"

"Yes I do! Yes I do!" She whined. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make fun of me! Humiliate me! Hit me and bruise me! Make fun of me! Humiliate and degrade me! I want my whole college to laugh at me!" A loud cry left her.

"Let’s get you bruised up, then." San decided and started slapping the girl's tiny head and face until it was all red and sore. Y/n was crying by the time he was done, literally sobbing as she just fell on her knees and knocked out of exhaustion, her owner carrying her to the bed and then laying next to her knocked out form.

"Good night, my love." The male kissed her soft and red cheek before falling asleep too, holding her fragile body close to his, his slumber calm and satisfying today after so long.

Y/n stirred as she felt her pussy being invaded the next morning, making her stir as she felt lips upon her own and fingers pinching her nipples as her other boob was being groaped, her pussy expanding and sucking in a huge cock. San's huge cock. "M- Master~!" She whispered out when her eyes flew open and she was met with San's face. "W- What… s- so early?!"

"I promised you I'd wake you by fucking you every morning, didn't I, my slut?" He grinned and attacked her lips, eliciting an excited gigglish moan out of her as he started to fuck her fast and rough, pushing his balls in all the way.

“Y- Yes! Yes! F- Fuck!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the realisation that he had been fucking her in her sleep before she woke up, feeling him twitch inside her. “M- Master! I- I… c- cum…” Y/n tried to speak, her back arching from the pleasure of him biting on her nipples before smacking her bald head softly.

“Little breeding whores don’t get to cum, baby. They just take cock and let Master use them like the cum rags that they are.” San’s cock slammed in and out of her pussy, his hand gripping her neck for support when she clenched around him. “Fuck! So tight!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as her face got red from how rough his thrusts were, how much her clit was burning for stimulation, how much her ovaries hurt to cum. “Look at this hairless little whore! Unable to even breathe without my permission let alone cum!” He spat in her mouth before turning her around and pushing up her ass, chuckling when she whined out.

“Sorry, slut. Little whores don’t get what they want around here and only please Master as they are supposed to.” Grabbing a sharpie, San started writing on her head whilst choking her with one hand, pounding her harder and harder up her ass. “Hurry up and please your Master well so we can go to an important place before you go to school.”

‘I am a bald little nasty slut. Please hit my head. I love it.’ Was written on the back of her head as the man laughed, deciding to not tell her what he’d done just yet, waiting for her to find out later when the people on campus would be warming that cueball up.

Y/n was whimpering as San waved at her and she shakily walked inside her college with a bald head, wearing nothing inside her skirt as she sneakily pushed the slipping ass plug back inside her cum filled ass. Lowering her bald head now that she was outside and people were staring at her new look, the girl gulped and felt herself squeezing her legs when some girl giggled at her.

Fuck… She couldn’t help but bite her lip, loving the humiliation as her cheeks felt hot.

Master had gotten her pussy, septum and nipples pierced before walking her to college. He was going to buy a special leash for that that was going to be passed through all her piercings to ensure she was in his control at all times.

Her train of thoughts was broken when a smack landed on her head by a guy passing by before he chuckled at her shocked expression. Before the girl could question him, she received a text by San. A picture message. Of what was written on the back of her head.

Widening her eyes, Y/n gasped and her hand automatically grazed against her head. No wonder the piercing lady had lightly smacked it before Master and she had laughed at the girl. “N- No… you didn’t…” She whispered in shock before one of her ‘friends’ smacked her head, making it jerk forwards.

“Cute look, Y/n.” Before she walked off to class, the people passing by gave her looks and talked about her.

Fuck… She squeezed her thighs in utter humiliation as the wind blew, making her desperately try to keep her skirt down as wetness trickled down her thigh. The girl wasn’t allowed to touch herself and not cumming was one of the rules now upon Master’s order and her foolish confession. She had a whole day to last before getting home and begging him to let her earn it.

Her ass stuffed, body owned, everyone silently chuckling at her humiliating look and getting smacks to the head like that wasn’t going to help.

“Oh, Master…” She whined to herself in despair. “What have you done?”

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Oh god, i love when you request me stuff specially this kind of things ~hehe~. Anyways, sure! Here you have your naughty blurb. @bellaisahufflepuff

And just a little reminder: I TAKE REQUESTS, even the really naughty ones? Yes! Even de multifandom ones? Yesss, even the orgy or threesome ones? YESS! Even the queer ones? YEEEEEES, so go on, and request!.

- Xoxo, Vennus.

After Quidditch.

Draco Malfoy x Y/N x Fred Weasley (Female! Gryffindor! Reader)

Warnings: Smut, Explicit language, cursing, degradation, slut shaming, double penetration, parissss, rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, choking, etc), threesome, unprotected sex, etc.

Words count: 2815, i know, it's a bit long but it is worth it.

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"This is not fair Professor Hooch!" Fred yelled from his broomstick, annoyed by the lack of Draco Malfoy, who had thrown his twin off his broom and he had dislocated his shoulder and as a result could not continue playing "I'm sorry to say it's not, Weasley." She responded in the same way as the "You are entering the other Weasley's position" she said, patting you on the shoulder. You got up from the bench, got on the broom and began to play, the game was very close, Harry still did not see the snitch and Slytherin was winning 50 to 10, to Gryffindor, you hoped it would not happen that the same as in the world cup with Ireland and Bulgaria. But for a moment you forget all those thoughts watching Fred stood next to you, with that imnotating smile and those sexy eyes, it was difficult to concentrate having him there, and even worse, to Malfoy from across the field, they both looked so sexy in those uniforms that they were so snug it was hard not to see their muscles through them, but if it still couldn't get worse, their dicks. Fred had that voice and gaze full of lust again, as if he would think of fucking you at the end of the game, and Draco lifting that chest and brushing his damp hair from his face flexing his arms and letting you see their muscles... Merlin, the very idea of seeing them doing that naked and drenched with sweat made you feel a rush of pleasure in your core. And taking you out of all those thoughts, a gust passed in front of you, followed by a wet and cold wind, it was Harry accompanied by Draco, it seemed that he had finally found the snitch, but they quickly disappeared from your sight, now they seemed to be in the sky, looking for the snitch.

You were looking up at the sky when the sound of a furious bludger caught your attention, you quickly hit it to prevent it from landing on your face resulting in an accidental 'goal', however putting a bludger in any of the hoops did not give any points, but fortunately the bludger hit Marcus Flint, who's the captain, and bounced off Peregrine Derrick, who is one of the punchers, knocked them both out in action. "Professor, that was a foul!" he reproached Lucian Bole, another of the thugs "It is not dear", replied the teacher, winking at you, Lucian only snorted, "Good one Y/L/N" Fred told you with a wink, damnit, he's so sexy... You turned to the front to see Draco looking at you with a smirk, he gave you an up and down look and then softly lick and bite his lip. That was enough to make you melt.

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The game was over and with the torture of seeing Draco and Fred, at least for the weekend you could get rid of their stares. Gryffindor had won despite expectations, it seemed that again Slytherin had lost by trusting.

"Won't you join us? We will celebrate, there will be firewisky" asked Harry behind you with a group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs "Yes, I'll just take a quick shower" you answered in the same way, You really weren't in the mood to celebrate, after those looks you wanted to go to your room and satisfy yourself just thinking about them. You were about to go into the girls 'bathtubs, when you heard voices coming from the boys' bathroom, which was next door, you tried to listen but there were many Gryffindors celebrating, you peeked in, and as soon as you did, you heard Fred's annoying voice "You're such a coward!" Said Fred, you put your head a little more to see who he was fighting, you saw the redhead's back pushing another boy, he seemed a little smaller than him, however you did not see who it was "At least I don't associate with mudbloods, you are a disgrace to purebloods." As soon as you heard it and knew who it was, that voice and accent you could recognize it anywhere, it was Draco Malfoy, "What do you want, Weasley? You know that I can make her stop talking to you, ignore your existence." Fred pushed him even harder, yanked him by his clothes and pulled him closer to him "Who are you even talking about?"Asked Fred, with a threatening voice, that voice that it made you so hot "You know who the bloody hell I'm talking about... that pretty mudblood girl." Draco replied laughing, Fred again pushed him harder to the wall, you knew what was coming, the Weasleys weren't well known for controlling their emotions, much less against Draco Malfoy.

You entered the bathroom loudly so that both of you will notice your presence "Speaking of the devil" Draco said "What is he talking about, Freddie?" You asked without taking your eyes off Draco, who was now on the ground and Fred next to him, with the expression that Fang usually made when Hagrid scold him "Hahaha, she doesn't know yet?"Again he asked Fred mockingly "Malfoy shut up!" Said Fred crossing his arms, until now you had noticed that Fred wasn't wearing a shirt, shit, that thin and marked body drove you crazy, those hands with veins that went up to his shoulder and that path of red hairs below his navel that went down, you liked to find out how far they go, What you loved the most were those freckles that were scattered everywhere and that v on his hips, "What are you talking about?!" You said now angrily "That Fred Weasley fancy you, I mean, I don't blame him." He answered giving you that up and down look that made your legs shake again, his answer took you very by surprise, you turned to see Fred, who was giving Draco a withering look, then I look at you, he seemed sad, as if his eyes said "I know you don't feel the same", He took a few steps towards you, he took your neck and waist and his lips touched yours, boy that had taken you by surprise, after being the whole game and a little more years fanced by this moment it finally happened, hell, the last thing that could happen now was that Draco kissed you the same way, Drunk with lust and desire, but to your surprise, someone else tugged at your wrist and kissed you in the same seductive way, now it was Draco, "What is this all about? Am I dreaming?" You wondered.

Draco took off from your kiss, you were stunned, you looked at them both in surprise, this couldn't be a dream, you weren't so creative to imagine such a scenario "Actually, we both want you" Draco said gently biting his lip and lifting his hair from his face, Fred began to approach slowly, looking at you like a dam, damn it, only in your dreams had you seen such a look, he took your wrist and pulled hard at it towards his body, "You know Y/N? Seeing you at the game, with all your uniform wet from the rain and with that look, damn it... It made me so hard" He opened the button of his pants and put your hand in his bulge under the boxer, the feeling of his hard and naked cock in the palm of your hand made you sigh "Here... Feel how much I want you".

For a moment you had forgotten that Draco was there, but he made sure that it was not for long, put his hand on your waist and began to give wet kisses on your neck, I go down to your chest where with his other hand he unbuttoned the laces of your cape, letting it fall to the ground, they both separated from you and took off their clothes, even the inner one, you closed the door behind you and you took off the sweater you were playing with, revealing your bra, Fred approached you, leaned over and lowered your pants quickly, while the other boy kissed your neck again, this time leaving marks, until he reached the bra, where he ripped it off,making your breasts bounce into action "Fuck... You such a nasty girl, playing in such a cheating way" he said in a growl, playing with the tip of his tongue on your nipples, making you moan, while the redhead stroked your thigh "I think we should punish her Malfoy" said Fred in such a sensual way that you felt like slowly wetting your panties, "Weasley, it's the first thing we want to agree on" Said the blond mocking your expression, he directed his hand to your neck and took a large lock of hair and roughly pulled it, began to pull it, heading to the sinks, where he gently smashed your face and bare chest on the bar, exposing your butt "You're such a bad girl... Look, thong for quidditch? You sure planned to jerk off after the game, right?" Fred said in the same tone, taking the spring, pulling it, and releasing it, causing it to bind your hip which made you sigh, "Of the honors Weasley" said Draco lowering the thong to your knees "How nice Malfoy..." he just said it and gave you a spanking, so hard you knew it would turn red, he gave another, and another making you moan "Spank her for my Malfoy" said Fred, Draco got behind you and started doing the same as Fred before, but his were harder, he gave a pair and lowered his face to your thigh and gave a kiss on the inside, getting dangerously close to your pussy, got up again and gave a spanking again, again close to your center, gave another, even closer, stopped for a second, he leaned closer and whispered "You're so fucking wet..." and right after he slapped again, but this time in your center "Ahhh d-draco" That had felt wonderfully good, you got up from and went to one of the bathtubs, both boys were looking at you recharged in the washes, with those hot and thirsty looks, you could see their hard throbbing cocks, you could even see that the tip of Fred's seemed to be wet from pre-cum, and Draco impeccably trimmed, just as you imagined.

You opened the watering can and water began to flow from it, falling on your body, it felt so good, you took a soap and began to rub your breasts, aware of how the boys saw you while they let out one or another sigh while they touched "You are not coming guys?" You asked looking at them, they exchanged glances and began to approach, Draco was the first to touch, caressing your thigh while passionately kissing you and leaving a couple of bite while Fred, for his part, went a bit further, he positioned himself behind you and began to caress your ass, he went down gently and you began to feel his middle finger opening your folds, and stroking your clit in circles, making you let out soft moans on Draco's lips "Do you like her beautiful? Do you like the way he touches you?" Draco asked, choking you gently, "Uhhum" You responded softly, and as soon as you did, Fred inserted one of his long fingers into you, you let out a groan, and you could feel how behind you Fred was teasing your reaction, he slowly began to move inside you, while the blonde one got on his knees in front of you, which took you by surprise "Kiss her..." Said the redhead to Draco, he obeyed and gave a soft kiss to your clit "Oh..." You groaned in response, Draco stuck his tongue out and ran through your folds and another moan escaped your lips, and he started sucking on your core, damn it felt so good to have you both like this, To have Fred whispering dirty things to your hatred and Draco looking at you through his eyelashes while both took care of giving pleasure only to you, it was a delight, they began to increase the speed of their acts, and your breathing became more and more agitated, you felt so close to the climax "Keep go-going" you said so close "Are you close little whore?" Fred said again in your ear, you weakly nodded and immediately Fred came out of you and Draco stoped his movement.

"What are you guys doing?" You asked a bit annoying "Just kneel love" Said Fred and immediately after having put you on your knees they both took their cocks "Open that cute little mouth of yours" Draco said putting the tip of his cock in front of your mouth, with your hand you took the base of his cock and put it in your mouth, it barely touched your throat and Draco let out a sweet and tired moan, as if I had waited a long time for it, I tangled his fingers in your hair and began to fuck your mouth while you felt how his moans bounced to your center, making you moan in the same way that he was, it was delicious to hear him, He took his cock out of your mouth and with it he gave a couple of strokes on your tongue, and immediately after this you put Fred's cock in your mouth, it was a little bigger, when you put it in this sack a sigh surprised by your quick action, you began to move his head back and forth making moans jump from the redhead's mouth, "You are such a little whore... Oh fuckk" Said Fred in a grunt "You are such a promiscuous Y/L/N" Draco said after Fred, in the same way. Fred took you by the neck and raised you to his lips, giving you a kiss, his hands went down to your thighs and he pulled them up, carrying you, carefully put your legs on his shoulders, leaving your pussy dangerously uncovered on his painful erection, he moved his hips a little and slid into you "Oh you are so hot and wet little bitch" Fred said in a moan as he entered you, he began to give soft lunges when behind you you felt how Draco accommodated his cock in your anus, slowly inserting it, making you moan so hard that not even the Gryffindor festivities would be enough to shut you up, they both began to move harmoniously, it seemed like it was the first thing they agreed on, to fuck you so hard that you couldn't walk, you dropped your head on Draco's shoulder while he was pulling your hair and Fred was choking you, it felt so fucking good, they tried to control your moans but the excitement of the moment and the wild thrusts of both did not allow it, you felt so close, never before had you liked something so much as now, you moaned in a way only found in muggle porn, you felt your thigh muscles tighten "Are you close love? Why don't you come with us little girl?" Those last words from the blond were enough to take you over the edge.

When you finished you felt like Draco and Fred came out in the same way, you will feel like their fluids dripping out of you, you have never felt so satisfied before, they looked at each other and Fred said "Now get in four" you followed his orders, Draco stood in front of you and Fred behind, as soon as they did, you felt like Fred entered your pussy that was still dripping and Draco put his still hard cock in your mouth, they both began to move, each one touching the end of where they were, you felt so full, seeing Draco through your lashes wet from the bath water and watch the drops of water fall on her nipples while she looks at you in such a seductive way, And to feel Fred behind you moaning so deliciously while every once in a while he spanks you and says something dirty, it turned you on so much, and in the same way, again you felt exceptionally close to your orgasm, it seemed that you both got it and went back to going as fast and rough as possible, making you crazy, Again you felt like when leaving your liquids dripping out of you, it was delicious you felt that complete. "You are such a dirty girl ... We will have to punish you more often" Draco said in a whisper, It was the first time you saw both boys in the same room and so close without fighting, and it fascinates you.

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History Part 1

Jealous!Gojo x F!Reader x BadBoy!Getou

I got tangled up with this yarn ball of a love triangle for a hot second. It's long and a little angsty, I'm not completely sure I like it.

But here it is. Hope it hits well.

18+ content: sexual scenarios & strong language, exhibitionism, dubcon, public fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst

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(don't leave - (throttle remix) snakehips x MO)

"Oh shit, I'm so late.."

The sound of your alarm clock melded with your dream and failed to wake you up. Instant panic jolts through you when you see the time, you rush to fling yourself out of bed.

“FUCK!”

You yelp as a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back. You collapse on top of him and proceed to smack and pry at his forearm to let you go. His mischievous giggle under the covers only makes you more frustrated.

“I swear to God! Satoru! Let me go, I am so late!”

He squeezes harder and begins dragging you under.

“Late for what? Makin’ me breakfast in bed? Oh bunny, you're so thoughtful!”

You try to hide your giggle with an aggravated groan and an elbow thrown somewhere near his ribs.

“You're such a shit! I'm serious let me go, NOW!”

You don't have time for this. It's like he's been on a mission to make you late in one way or another to every class these days. Trapping you in bed all morning, kidnapping you for lunch, holding you hostage between classes, keeping you up way too late for extracurricular activities. You really can't complain, you have so much fun with him, but your grades are starting to catch up with you.

He'll try to convince you it's no big deal; that slacking off is what seniors are meant to do. But it's all gotten really stressful. Especially the History test you've spent zero time studying for. It's all fun and games until you have to answer for late assignments and failing marks.

You tumble off the bed as he groans in dramatic agony and releases you. You flail around the room collecting your things and dressing all at once.

“You're no fun..who needs History anyway? The past is boring, you should be living in the present..with me..in this bed..” you roll your eyes at his wiggling brows and his attempt at a sexy pose. In all honesty, it's not a bad attempt. His messy bed head and half-covered naked body are very easy on the eyes. But damn it, if you miss one more class because of this handsome fucker, your GPA is completely screwed.

“Toru, I have to go to class...where are my glasses?”

You button your shirt and pull your hair into the best bun you can. He sighs and points to your dresser. You snatch them and run for the door, hopping as you pull your shoes on.

“Call me when you're done being teacher's pet.” You shake your head and squint at him as he winks and blows you a kiss. You rush out the door leaving him to flop down on your bed alone. He frowns at the ceiling.

Why do you have to be so perfect and responsible? Why do you have to take such early classes? Why can't he have you all to himself? And when the hell did he get so tightly wrapped around your finger like this?

Something changed at the party. After he saw the effect Suguru had on you. He's felt this need to keep you closer. To somehow win you over. If he just stays present in your life. Maybe you'll want to stay a little longer. Maybe you won't choose him instead...

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(you get me so high - the neighbourhood)

The bell rings as you're halfway up the stairs. Shit, you hate walking into class late. Especially since it's become your new habit. You get so flustered when everyone turns to look. You straighten your outfit and fuss with your hair before opening the door.

All eyes are on you. Deep breath. You quickly scan for an open seat and try to look casual. Fuck. Usually, there are a few to choose from but since the test is next week all seats are taken, except for one. And it's in the back...next to him.

You try not to make eye contact but it's unavoidable. He's already looking at you with a smirk and pats the seat before you take it. You quickly pull out your notes and get down to business, pretending he doesn't exist. He snaps his gum and leans on the table, turning his head to obviously look at your averted gaze.

“Do you mind?” you whisper sharply, jotting down a note.

“Not at all, I like the view..” he snaps his gum again. You huff and keep writing. He leans over, looking down at your notebook. You look up and furrow your brows at him. He raises an eyebrow and your cheeks flush immediately, mind flashing back to what he did the last time you scowled at him. How firmly he yanked on that leash...

His grin pulls wider and you turn away quickly.

“Please..I really need to focu-”

“You missed a button..” he slips his finger between where your shirt is parted and your hand flies up to stop him, tossing your pen in the process. He hums as he reaches down to retrieve it. You rush to secure your shirt closed and huff a sigh. You really really need to focus.

He taps your pen on your notebook and mutters in your ear.

“You really shouldn't let him keep you up so late. You're gonna fail the test..” he drops the pen and looks forward to the lecture. You snatch it back.

He's not wrong. He leans sideways to your ear again.

“But we both know you can't get enough, can you..” his words bring the vivid image of his heavy cock laying hard on his abs to the front of your mind and you shift in your seat to try and ignore the sudden throb in your core.

Fuck. This is exactly why you've been avoiding him since the party.

Gojo is enough of a distraction for you. Throwing Getou into the mix would be completely disastrous.

Yet...

You can't deny what the thought of him does to your insides.

You had always been into the dark intellectual guys before Gojo fucked his way into your heart.

But Gojo had been adamant that he didn't want anything serious between you from the start of your fling.

So perhaps getting to know Getou a little more wouldn't be-

Holy Fuck.

His hand is on your thigh...

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(champagne & sunshine - PLVTINUM)

You stifle a gasp, train of thought being forcefully derailed by his touch. Your heartbeat pulses in your cheeks at the intrusion, and it only gets worse as he starts to tease the hem of your skirt up your leg.

Panic sets in and freezes you to your seat, eyes darting around faster than your racing heart, just waiting for someone to take notice. But all you see are the backs of heads, and your professor is busy writing on the board. You're fairly secluded in the back of the room, the tables are all two seated. He's got you right where he wants you. He keeps his eyes forward and whispers to you.

“Shh..settle sweetheart..don't fuss...they'll know..” you clutch the top of your notebook, keeping your heavy breaths as quiet as you possibly can while he feels his way to the heat beneath your skirt. He leans his elbow on the desk and rests his chin in his palm, examining the fluster in your eyes. He hums and rubs his middle finger along your clothed slit. Your teeth dig into your lip to trap a whimper.

“You’d better pay attention..I bet this’ll be on the test..” an evil smirk crawls across his face. He watches your brows furrow, desperate eyes begging him to stop. He shakes his head and rubs in on your clit. Pleasure spurs your core, helping to release your jaw and the hot breath that follows. You drop your head to suppress your arousal. It doesn't work.

“Open your legs..” his gentle voice is laced with some kind of poison, something that just makes you weak. You hum a little moan and stare at your notebook, shaking your head as subtly as possible.

“Suguru...please..” your whispered plea is met with a low chuckle, his fingers push in harder, you whimper.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” he growls through his teeth, the pressure is just too much, you exhale and slowly widen your knees under the table. Your cheeks are so hot you must be glowing at this point. He can feel your slick wetting your panties.

“Good girl. Now. Keep taking notes..” he smiles and nods to the lecture as his fingers pull aside your panties and gently touch on the soft skin beneath. He taps your pen on your notebook and raises an eyebrow.

“Fuck..” it's so hard to keep your composure, or your legs spread like this. How does he expect you to take fucking notes?!

“Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you later..but right now you need to focus..” the words make your walls clench and you hide your moan with a little cough. He lays your pen into your hand and helps you position it on the paper, all the while teasing his fingers around in your slick, just playing with your arousal.

This is all just a fun little game for Getou. Watching you struggle to contain yourself is really turning him on. Even more so since you could get caught. You've been playing so hard to get since the party. But the cat is out of the bag, he knows there's a kinky little freak underneath this teacher's pet facade you've got on. He saw the lust on your face when he and Gojo fucked you raw, relished how you sank to your knees and swallowed his cock. You're a good obedient slut and he intends to treat you as such, regardless of how Gojo feels about it.

You manage to spell out a few words before he starts rolling your exposed clit around under his finger.

"Oh my god!" The hushed moan comes out a bit louder than you thought it would. You grip the pen while your other hand flies over your mouth. You lean on the table and try to hold still, but your flinching hips give you away. You hear your professor stop talking and clear his throat.

"Excuse me, Ms. L/N, is there a problem?"

Fuck fuck fuck...his fingers are pressing harder.

Adrenaline mainlines through your system and your stomach twists up into a sickening knot. You smack the table and look up in a panic. Getou gives your poor clit no relief as you force out a response.

"NO! No..I'm..fine..just need to go to-unh-the restroom..please.."

You squeeze your knees back together just as everyone turns to look at you. He finally removes himself from between your legs, leaning back in his seat, smiling while he watches you quickly stand and flatten your skirt back down. You hurry down the aisle past the curious faces of your classmates, escaping into the hallway.

You fall back against the door and pant. You've never been so flustered. You take a deep breath and walk to the bathroom where you splash some water on your face and look hard at yourself in the mirror.

What the fuck was he doing? Why were you letting him do it? What the fuck has gotten into you?!

Who are you fucking kidding?

You liked it.

For all your protesting and fear of being caught, that made you so fucking wet, made you feel dangerous and naughty. You reach down and smirk, feeling how damp you are, rolling your eyes at yourself. Damn it, he's so bad.

You walk back into the classroom and try to ignore the prying eyes that follow you to your seat. You stare him down as you approach. That smirk pulls onto his mouth again and he pulls out your seat. You huff a breath and get back to your notes.

"That was close, huh?" he whispers after a few minutes. You keep your eyes on your notebook, surprising him with your little smile. He knew you fucking liked it.

You both sit through the remainder of class, sexual tension bristling between you, thick up to your necks. You look up at the clock, the bell is about to ring. You have a free period before your next class. You place your finger on his notebook and drag it away from him. He tilts his head and gives you an amused curious look as you jot something down. The bell announces the end of class and chairs begin to scrap on the floor, books rustling into backpacks. You slide it back to him and stand up quickly with your notebook in hand. He watches you saunter down the aisle and out the door without another glance his way. He huffs a laugh and looks down at what you wrote.

west wing hall closet. right now.

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(over - honors)

“Does Satoru know how bad you want me?” he growls the question into your neck. His hand catches your throat, and he thumps you back against the door. You bite into your grin, shaking your head.

"You're so fucking naughty.." he squeezes a little harder, he leans into you, licking up your neck. Your head falls back and you giggle.

"He doesn't need to know." you hear him groan and he bucks his hips against you, his other hand tugs your skirt up. You help him by hooking your fingers into your panties, pulling them down, smile still plastered on your blushing face. He lets go of your throat.

"That's my girl.." the purr in his low voice tickles your throbbing core, you moan and run your fingers up into his hair while he kisses down to your collarbone. He quickly undoes his belt and you land a kiss on his neck, sucking and biting down a little, making him grumble as his buckle hit the floor.

Suddenly, you hear your phone ring in your bag on the floor. You pull your mouth off him and realize immediately who's calling. So does he.

"Answer it.." he smirks, stepping back and nodding down at the bag. You drop and pull it out. You hesitate, settling your breath before opening the call.

"Hi Toru," Getou palms his bulging erection. You try to keep your voice calm and natural, but you're immediately distracted by the heavy cock that falls from his briefs before you.

"Hey bunny, are you done with class?" Getou strokes it, staring at your reaction.

"Uh..yep, all done.." his cock is so hard and swollen, precum is already leaking from the tip. Your walls tighten inside and you absent-mindedly lick your lips.

"Come meet me at the cafe, I owe you coffee after keeping you up so late..” you can hear the playful smile in his voice as Getou starts to close the distance between you. He grabs your leg and lifts it up to his hip. You grip his shoulder to steady yourself. You feel the tip of his cock prod at your slippery entrance and gasp.

“...hello? Y/N, what's wrong?” Getou’s grin widens, hearing Gojo’s voice through the phone. He pauses to let you come up with a reply.

“Nothing, I just..left something in the classroom, I'll meet you for coffee in-” your knees go weak as Getou cuts you off by driving his cock up inside you with no warning. Your head thumps back into the door and you cuss at him silently, shuddering as your unprepared cunt struggles to adjust to his abrupt entrance. He just grins and leans his hips into you harder, pinning you to the door with his cock.

“Hey I think you're breaking up..when will you be here?” you're too focused on the sweet stretch to answer and Getou plucks the phone from your hand.

“She’ll be there when I'm done with her..”

Your heart drops to the floor, your phone quickly follows. The look on his face is far too satisfied. He pulls back and ruts into you, punching your cervix and rattling the door, you let out a helpless mewl. Guilt and anger curdle with the arousal inside you and make you feel sick.

“What the fuck Sugu-oh!” he fucks into you harder, not giving you permission to admonish him.

“Shut the fuck up...don’t act like you don't want this...you fucking asked for it.” the door shakes on its hinges as he rails up into you, fucking you off the floor. You can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and claw at his shoulders as you sink down around him.

You wanna be mad, wanna tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. That was totally uncalled for. But the way he's plunging into you, fucking you absolutely senseless has you exchanging all your protests for moans. Everything about this is wrong, you just don't have the will to stop it. You feel your gears shift up closer to your orgasm and groan as he pummels you against the door.

“You like being a bad girl..It's written all over your fucking face..” he takes a mental picture of how the stain on your cheeks compliments your gaping drooling mouth and rolling eyes. He feels your cunt squeeze his cock, willing him to give you more.

“Admit it, you're bored of his dick, he can't stretch you like this..” he throws his weight into you forcing you to squeal and nod, you can't deny it.

"Sugu-ru..I-I..'m gonna..oh fuck I'm-ha!" your hair comes loose from the bun and tumbles down around your shoulders.

He rocks his hips and stirs your insides, pressing his pelvis tight against your clit. The pressure makes you weak. Fuck, you're close. Your nails dig into his skin through his shirt. He leans in, breathing heavily over your ear.

“I know you're about to cum..I can feel it” that growl just makes you want to scream, but you've gotta keep quiet, who knows who might pass by the other side of this door. He keeps grinding into your clit, digging the head of his cock deep against your cervix. You slap your hand across your mouth for the second time today, muffling your own lusty noises. You're so fucking close.

“Should I let you..” he stops moving and you whimper, moving your hand off your mouth, squirming to continue the friction. He runs his fingers through your hair and grips tight at the back of your neck. Your strained desperate little sounds are so cute. He clicks his tongue.

“No..I think I'll keep this one for later..” your cunt clings to him as he pulls out his still hard cock, leaving you needy and vacant. He drops your legs from his hips and you're left panting against the door, watching him casually buckle his belt and tuck in his shirt. You don't know what to do. You feel a rush of shame. He doesn't care about you. He never cared about you. He just likes playing with you.

“Better pull yourself together...Satoru is waiting for you.” his wicked grin sends heat to your face and you pull your panties back on, straightening your skirt. He picks up your bag and you scowl at him, snatching it back and turning in a huff to leave.

This was a huge mistake, and now you have to come up with something to tell Gojo. Your heart sinks like a rock in your chest as you open the door. Getou reaches from behind you, pushing the door closed and leaning over your shoulder. He curls your hair behind your ear and you flinch away.

"Fix your hair.." you hastily spin the bun back on your head.

"Fuck you.." you curse him under your breath and storm out of the room.

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(woman - harry styles)

"Toru..I-" he scoffs into his coffee cup before you can even start your sentence. He leans back in his chair and avoids your eyes. You stand clutching your notebook, heart racing, palms sweating. You hate this so much.

"No, it's cool..Did you have fun with him? I bet he had fun with you.." the sharp sarcasm stabs at your heart, but more than that, it makes you prickle with anger.

"How dare you.." you're seething mad, but he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want with whomever I choose! This isn't a relationship, so don't act like I'm yours!"

You've never seen him blush before. Never seen pain in his eyes like you're seeing now. You just saw the sparkle go out. He remains silent, choking on the hard but honest truth of it all. You're not his, as much as he's been pretending you are.

The seconds pass like hours. Your breath gets heavy trying to hold back the tears. The guilt is eating you alive. Being with Suguru made you realize that your feelings for Satoru are so much different than you thought. So much stronger. And you just threw it all away for some stupid little thrill in the hall closet.

He stands from his seat. Your heart feels crushed and you huff a whimper. You shut your eyes, pushing tears over your lashes. This is it, he's gonna walk away. You don't wanna see it happen.

You pull in a sharp breath at the feeling of his arms around you. He sets his head down in the crook of your neck and squeezes you into his chest. Tears stream down your face, you can't stifle your cry.

You hear him take a deep breath...

"Then I'll make you mine.."

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