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clovestreet · 1 year

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let me- ethan landry

an: i am absolutely FERAL for this man atm...😨i just had to write something abt him..

summary: you have been super stressed about exams lately and ethan knows the best way to make you feel better. (also this is DEFINITELY more soft ethan??) but i like that.. lol

warnings⚠ SMUT (16+), oral (f receiving), strong language

Hell on earth was organic chemistry.

Your absolute fucktard of a professor had scheduled your exam on the same day as two of your other exams. This man had it out for you.

You massaged your temple as you drummed your pencil on your notes. Your brain wasn't functioning anymore. You had been sitting at this godforsaken desk for three hours now. You needed a break.

You forced yourself out of your chair and faceplanted on your bed next to your boyfriend in defeat. You sighed into the mattress and tried to gather your thoughts.

"Something bothering you baby?" your boyfriend laughed as he rubbed small circles into your back, clearly amused by your frustration with trying to memorize aromatic compounds.

"I can't do this anymore E, "I'm actually so exhausted."

"I wish someone would just kill the stupid bastard." you groaned into your palms.

Ethan gulped and immediately froze in his movements and you weren't sure why. But then he was comforting you again like nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry baby. If it makes you feel better, I just failed my last exam."

You laughed as he pulled you closer, the grasp of his arms melting away your stress.

"Honestly, I don't know if anything could make me feel better at this point.”

“Unless you can teach me the structure of carboxylic acid." you said with your hands on his chest staring into his dark eyes.

His chest shook with laughter and it was music to your ears. Ethan was so comforting and even being in his arms took you to a place far away from your worries.

"Definitely can't do that, but I think I can take your mind off it for a little while." he murmured into your lips.

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Well it usually starts with my head between your legs” he says in a low whisper.

You immediately feel your cheeks flush with warmth and squeeze your legs together.

You completely froze and waited for him to finish his sentence.

“ ..And ends with you screaming my name or something like that." he says with a devilish smirk.

He grins like a lovesick bastard at your embarrassment and tilts his head down to connect his lips to yours. He smiles into the kiss and you can feel your pulse weakening at the way his tongue explores your mouth.

His lips travel down your neck and you know exactly where he's going. You pull him off of you and look him in straight in his hazy brown eyes.

You and Ethan had been together for a little over a year now and you had been intimate more times than you could even begin to remember. You still got nervous before he went down on you and you just couldn't help but feel insecure sometimes, but Ethan always made you forget about all of it when he touched you.

"E, are you sure? You really don’t have to, I-”

He immediately stops you with a confused expression on his face.

“Baby are you kidding? I live for this shit.”

“I should probably get back to studying E, I just-"

He cut you off again, this time taking your head into his hand and made sure you met his gaze.

"Fuck studying. Let me make you feel good babe."

His thumb gently brushed over your cheek as he searched your eyes for an answer.

"Ok, fine." you said softly with a shy smile on your face.

"That's my girl." he said with a grin spreading over his face as he placed the softest kiss on your lips.

His fingers danced their way over your ribs under your shirt and his lips were placing gentle kisses on your hipbones. His fingers made their way down to the waistband of your shorts and his eyes quickly glanced up to yours asking for consent. You quickly nodded your head, becoming more and more eager for him to touch you by the second.

He pulled down your shorts gently and tossed them behind him. He hooked his fingers under your lace panties and pulled them down painfully slow. Once they were off, he grabbed both of your legs and put them over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled them open.

He looked up at you through lustful eyes while licking his lips.

"I got you. Always." he said in a low whisper placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

You brushed a gentle hand over his curls and offered a weak smile to him. You could feel your anticipation for his touch becoming stronger and your legs were shaking before he even touched you.

You could feel his breath on you and you couldn't take it anymore. You wrapped your fingers in his curls and guided him onto you.

He licked up your slit as you sucked in a shaky breath. Your thighs immediately clenched around him, but his strong hands pulled your legs right back open. His tongue started to circle around your clit and your fingers were already tugging on his curls. He groaned into you and the vibration had you letting out a choked moan.

"Right there E." you gasped.

He looked up at your face contorted in pleasure and started to grind his hips onto to the bed. Ethan was the kind of boyfriend who genuinely could get off from pleasuring you and have absolutely no shame about it.

He was lost in the taste of you and you were lost in his touch. You couldn't even remember what you were stressed about in the first place. Your mind was consumed by the feeling of his tongue sloppily tasting you and swirling around your clit, the tight grip of his fingers prying open your thighs, his dark eyes peering up at you through hooded lids occasionally rolling back into his head every time you moaned his name.

His hand slid carefully down your thigh as he slipped his middle finger into you, pumping in and out at a deliciously slow pace.

Your fingers tugged harder on his curls and he practically moaned into you.

"F-feels so good E, you're so good" you whined.

"I know baby I know, I'm gonna get you there I promise." he murmured into you, pressing wet kisses on your clit.

His words made you toss your head back and your back arch off the bed.

He slipped another finger into you, pumping a little faster this time.

Your fingers loosened from Ethan's hair and slid down his bare shoulders. His fingers started to curl inside you, purposefully hitting the spot he knew would send you over the edge. You moaned loudly and your nails dug into his back.

He groaned into you so loudly it almost caught you off guard. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought you hurt him. But you knew better by now. His sounds sent you even closer to the edge.

"Come on babe, let go for me." he breathed into you.

You could feel yourself impossibly close to your high with Ethan's gaze trained on your face. The second Ethan's nose rubbed your clit you were done for.

All you could do was moan his name over and over again, your nails digging into his back sure to leave marks. He fucked you all the way through your high until you were practically dragging him off of you.

You put your hand on the back of his neck and guided him toward your lips. God, he was so beautiful, even with the taste of you glimmering all over his features. You pulled him down into a breathless kiss and brought him closer by draping your leg over his waist.

He drew back and cupped your jaw looking down at you.

"I really hope you're not thinking about studying anymore tonight, because all I want to do-"

"Shut up and kiss me Landry."

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream 6 smut

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dranna · 5 months

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writing request: lucius comforts sev after lily's death. something angsty, maybe?

Thank you for the request dear!~ hope you’ll like it

AO3 / Commissions / Links / Contents: Angst angst angst, it’s purely angst. Little tiny comfort at the end , no happy ending

Summary: Lucius tries to comfort Sev in his own arrogant way, not realising that how deep it cut Severus . Oh dear

a/n: She meant a lot to Sev for sure, but it didn’t mean that Lucius liked her too. I think it wouldn’t make any sense he made an exception with her only because of Snape (of not knowing fully how much Sev adored her), so she remained an “another worthless mudblood” in his eyes. What you guys think🤔

tags my beloveds: @giosnape

Me while writing this:

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Eventually the news reached him too,

Crushing him,

And leaving a forever open wound.

She is dead.

But her son,

The Boy Who Lived survived,

Pouring newfound hope in people’s minds.

I don’t care about the boy!

But Her.. She is dead!

Dead, dead, dead, dead!

And because of you!

His heart cruelly sang,

Echoing it in his mind,

Filling his whole being up.

What was I thinking when I ran,

With the Prophecy to the Fiend?

I should’ve known,

I should’ve..

Thoughts ended in quiet sobs,

While his knees gave out,

And he sank,

Deeper and deeper into despair,

Cursing himself to death.

He was shaking in his house,

Eloped in cold and dark.

However he stopped to feel,

The physical stiffness and ache,

A much more sinister pain,

Was crushing him into the ground,

Which broke to the surface from the depths of his soul.

Like waves suffocating a shipwrecked,

Abandoned mortal,

Filling his lungs with ice,

Burying him alive.

Dead, dead, dead, dead!

And because of you!

As he was lying on the floor,

Severus lost the ability to think or feel,

He could only endure,

The shattering Truth,

His Dark Mark being his grim witness to this all.

Who knows how long he’s been there,

Froze in time and place,

When, from somewhere far away,

The sound of faint knocking could be heard.

He didn’t move,

Not even tried,

But the knockings kept pouring over his mind.

As time went on,

They didn’t stop,

Only got louder and more harsh.

With the last strength he got in his bones,

He pulled himself together and opened the door.

A wizard was standing in the frame,

Hair white, face aristocratic,

Robes the best quality.

He glanced once, at the broken man,

And let himself in, in silence.

Snape was still at the door,

Not registering what was going on,

“Close the door and come,

Sit with me on the bed.”

Commanded the white haired man,

His voice was firm but honey sweet,

Worry and adoration hidden within.

With a move of his wand,

The fireplace roared with warmth.

Severus did as was told,

Like a machine without thoughts,

He sat down besides Lucius,

Still achy and cold.

He was boneless and without a feel,

Staring into nothing.

Warm, elegant hands locked his jaw,

Gently turning it towards Lucius,

“She was a mere mudblood,

You need not to feel ba—“

“DON'T YOU DARE TO CALL HER THAT”

Jumping back on the bed,

Screamed the professor,

With the force of roaring winds,

Loud and wrecked like a wounded animal,

Fighting for his life in the corner.

“Sorry that I called Her that,

Would you please come back?”

Sighed Lucius slightly annoyed,

But gentleness remained in his tone,

However Severus didn’t move,

Just stared with burning eyes into his soul.

Eventually the light haired moved,

Tenderly putting one finger under his jaw,

“I didn’t mean to upset you even more,

I came here to comfort you,

Knowing how much She meant in your eyes,

I shouldn’t have called Her this title.

I apologise.”

Knowing how much it took for Malfoy to utter these words,

He really must have meant every letter,

Reflected Severus with a softening glare,

While slowly moving closer,

Besides it’s not his fault,

It’s all mine,

She was nothing in his gaze,

He only came to help Me.

He climbed into the other’s lap,

Curling into Lucius’s chest.

His arms immediately held him tight,

Long sleeves shielding him from outside,

Malfoy started rocking back and forth,

Eventually calming the other down.

You’ll see, She will fade out of your memory!”

He exclaimed cheerfully.

You idiot,

I know you mean well,

Saying this thinking it will help,

But I need your presence not your words,

Your embrace comforting on its own,

“I forgive you Lucius.”

Whispered Snape after some time, into his robes,

Feeling an invisible hand,

Putting weights into his soul.

#severus snape #snape #snucius #snucius fic #lucius malfoy fic #lucius malfoy #lucius x severus #snape x lucius #ao3 #pro snape #writing requests #poem fic #severus snape fanfiction #severus snape fic #snapedom #severus x lucius #angst #snape angst

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Petal

college!sebastian stan x reader

masterlist

Summary; Your boyfriend Sebastian has been spending much time studying, hardly sparing himself a break. Finally, he sees the pros of taking one

Warnings; smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, fluff

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Sebastian was to be home any minute, he had been prolifically stressed from his classes regarding his law certification, and you had decided to exhibit him a well deserved distraction that would surely take his wired brain off from the course that was practically running through his veins at this point.

It seemed that at every waking moment, he was doing something to aid his studies, and whilst that was great that he was so dedicated to passing for this insane qualification, he did need to take breaks here and there. He wasn't the only one suffering from his late nights, and his resurrection from slumber at the crack of dawn, no. You were too, you missed him, despite being in the same apartment and room as him for the majority of his spare time.

He acted as though he had no time to spare, but you were well acquainted with his schedule, especially by now. The only difference was, that he had no occupation for a moment to relax with you, or by himself. His showers took five minutes every morning and evening, it was as though he were rushing to clean himself so that he could proceed to go back to putting his nose in a book, or searching specifics online.

But tonight, you were going to cut him off. If he didn't endure a moment of mindlessness, then you were sure to go mad yourself. You were keening for his touch, all you had received in the past few weeks were chaste kisses on both your lips and forehead, as well as verbalised 'I love you's. Perhaps it was selfish, he was striving towards a great achievement in his life, and you wanted a little bit of attention, but you knew he was holding himself from any relief also.

From the minimal time that he spent under the cold stream of the showerhead, he didn't have enough time to rub one out, and there was no fear that you had of him seeing another woman. Sebastian was not like that at all, and you had the clarity of him being in the kitchen half the time, typing away on his laptop, as he ran over some old notes and updated them.

Currently, he was out, he was in his lecture. There was a span of fifteen minutes from the time that he would be on the walk home, and you knew that was exactly how long that took in your shared student apartment, because you too endured your studies. But once more, your own were pushed to the side as you speculated your appearance in the silver tapestry of your mirror.

Your hand steadied on your right hip as you posed in front of it, twisting your waist to find the most attractive angle for you in your new wear. The underwear was tight, and not to mention, completely sheer. It's see through nature made wearing it practically pointless, but considering his current frustrations, it was only fair to give something to rip off of you.

Truthfully, you had to admit, you looked damned good. There was no way he would choose studying law over ravishing your body, a spark jolted through your body as the door behind you opened, and with a seductive bite to your lip, you turned around, only to scream and cover your body with your hands, or at least to the best of your ability. "Holy fuck, don't you know how to knock?!"

"I didn't think I'd have to because your human dildo isn't here!" Anthony defended himself, having turned around, as the image of you, one of his best friends, practically in the nude, burned behind his eye balls. The fact that he had seen you made you feel sick, this was not how you had intended the afternoon to go.

"Is there a reason that you burst into my room looking for me Mackie?" The question was indeed one that you wanted to know the answer to, you still felt so exposed, although he was not looking at you. That was certainly something that you were going to avoid telling Seb, that would definitely be a big distraction from his work.

And of course, alongside that, he would have an intent to possibly murder your flat mate, and whilst Chris would be laughing at that, there would be a heavy hotness to your face, as you watched them immaturely battle. Anthony cleared his throat thoroughly, directing towards the face that he was about to speak.

"Definitely not to see you like that." Retorted the math major, shrugging the shiver off his shiver as the memory tormented him once more. "But... me and Chris were going to meet with Scarlett, Takia and Brie, we were going to see if you and Seabass wanted to join, but as I saw against my own will, you have something already planned for your dinner."

“Um yeah, no, we’ll pass. Thanks tho buddy.” Oh god, to say you felt awkward was an understatement. If you were wearing clothes, or at least more socially appropriate ones, you’d go to him and give him a typical punch on the shoulder. Though, if you were clothed more body wear, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Only things like this happened in college flats, that was one thing that could be confirmed.

“Okay then. Good to know...” Anthony closed the door and proceeded to enter the kitchen. He went grab himself an apple, and realised then that it was an unfortunate consequence, but he had lost his appetite. There had been nothing wrong with your appearance - nothing at all - but you were his flat mate and friend! And, you had a boyfriend, whom was also a great reference of social interaction for him.

The sound of keys interlocking with the outside of the door echoed through the kitchen, someone was outside, and he’d be write in assuming that it was Sebastian. Chris was presently occupied by scouring the internet for ways to surprise the girl he was currently hanging with, and honestly by that, Anthony was scared to enter his room.

It could have been anything that he was searching, but to his contrasting luck, the last resident of their flat entered, creases firm on his brow, from thinking too hard. Sebastian was mulling over the lecture that his professor had given his class. Remember to take a break every now and then. Maybe he was right, a break couldn't postpone him from graduating him that much, could it.

Perhaps he was putting it all off, because after receiving his degree, the four of you would have to find somewhere else to live, and a part of Seb was inclined to ask you individually to move in with him. A one bedroom apartment would be cheaper than one with three rooms, and atop of that, he wouldn't have to be cautious of minor things like walking around the flat in little to no clothing, or fucking you on the kitchen counter.

They were all coupley things that he had wishes to do, but because there were another two men residing with you and him, albeit them being your friends, he didn't allow you to do so in anything less than one of his shirts that cascaded down your thighs, so that if you weren't wearing panties, everything would be concealed. Anthony gulped, remembering he had seen you in your surprise for this man, and gosh, did he want to keep quiet about his accidental peek.

Sebastian wasn’t the jealous type, it was rather refreshing how he found that to be an unappealing trait, however, it would still not settle well that someone saw his girl, in a compromising choice of wear that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He would surely make it clear that you were his, and thus the fucking in the kitchen that he dreamt about would be more than likely to unfold, as he rammed you against the cupboards, caring not if guests were due.

“Hey.” It was a breath of fresh air to speak to someone who was not on his course, it was as though he had become estranged from the people closest to him during this part of the term. Thus a striking pang of guilt landed in his chest as he wondered how you must have felt. He hadn’t touched you in any intimate sense in weeks, it certainly felt like years.

That truth gave him no pride, he dropped his items on the counter, planning on returning to them after he had tended to greeting you. A long kiss sounded nice, strung by a chord of untwined tongues that groomed the insides of your mouth, as you reciprocated. If he was very generous to himself, he’d perhaps lay down for a moment, and allow his pianist hands to wander for more than a moment, stroking them up and down your thighs, until he gave supple attention to your sweet delicacy, dipping down to kiss it and run his fingers over the beautiful gates that only he was allowed to surpass through.

Anthony muffled a reply to him, before shuffling out the room, casting him a weird side eye, but Sebastian thought little of it as his mind was preoccupied with something other than his studies. Oh, and how he didn't mind. The mental image of your nude portrait blessing his eyes was enough motivation to have him striding at a fast, yet considerable pace, towards the door to your shared bedroom.

He knew you must have been inside, he saw your lanyard hanging on the coat rack, that was literally a makeshift piece of wood that you had drunkenly returned with one night, along with a very much intoxicated Paul Rudd. There had been construction nearby, and you thought that it was possible to turned the sharp edged plank with nails sticking out as a bedframe. Least to say, Sebastian did not allow that to happen, knowing that one morning, you would end up spiking your scalp against one of the rusted nails.

People had gotten hurt by it from where it was already, there was that time that Tessa had tried to lean on it for a photo, that in retrospect was an applicant towards your photography course, but that didn't end well, you were pretty sure there was still a streak of her blood stained into one side. That may have been why Chris had turned its weight around after that. However, none of you had the money to spare to invest in a real rack, so for now it stayed.

It sure as hell wasn't coming with you guys when you moved out, that was one thing that Sebastian was going to ensure. If Anthony wanted it, then so be it, if all went to plan, the pair of you wouldn't be living with the lovable goof when the time came. Turning the knob to the room, Sebastian heard a gasp, and thus after he shut it, he saw you wrapped up in your robe, your head cocked to the side as you seductively tried to settle on your small double bed.

"You made me jump Sebba." No, he could tell that you had been taking a short nap, as though you had wanted to forget some details from your day. And that you did, and you hoped that Anthony did as well. "Have you got much work to do bubs?" You raised yourself on your elbows and shuffled towards him as he came to sit on the side of the mattress.

"Think I'm going to take a short hiatus from it for a few hours." Now that certainly sounded pleasant, you hummed at his words, stroking his shoulder, as you pressed a kiss to his hand that moved cup your cheek. "Have I been neglecting my little petal?" It was a name he used whenever he was seeking forgiveness, but this time, you shook your head, frowning, as you settled a small smile on your face.

"You've been understandably busy, I get that. I'm not going to go as far as to use that word babes, you've just had a little time to yourself and your schoolwork, and that is fine." He tapped your chin, cocking his head to the side, inviting you to straddle his lap. You'd have been stupid if you refused after all the time that you had spent mentally apart from him, so without another hint, you clambered over his thighs, a giddy expression corrupting your face.

"This is why I love you. So open minded, and not to mention, that mind of yours has had me doing some thinking." Nodding in a current to prompt him to continue, his hands eased their lodging onto your bare thighs, stroking the skin with large soothing swipes, making any hair on your body stand on edge, as he averted his eyesight to the split of your gown that crisscrossed around your chest. It wasn't a sexual focus however, it was more so as though he feared a rejection of one kind.

"Hope you're not gonna propose us having a kid or something, because now is certainly not the time." At your humour, he sincerely laughed, causing a calm to wash over you and him, as he finally looked you in the face. “Unless you mean buying a plant, our last one died, and now you use the old pot to stub out your blunts." You could see the improvisational container as you turned your head to the side, seeing its white exterior be a gradient of light to shielded grey.

"I want you to move in with me." Sebastian responded straightly, bracing his slightly nervous palms to the divot of your waist, as he grasped the skin below your ribs, swirling the pads of his thumbs across your skin, caressing each nimble pore on that part of your body. His breath captured the side of your neck, as he licked a sweet line across a vein that he specifically picked out using his

"We already live together silly. Unless we're gonna move to mars." As you spoke, your brows optimistically raised, as your forearms found a home around the back of his neck, as you pressed tentative kisses to his clean jaw. A series of giggles evicted from you as you darted your tongue out to taste his sharp skin, your hand slipping down to control his own, trailing his touch beneath your gown so that the tips of his fingers were brushing the mesh of your underwear that was poised in a curve upon your hipbone.

"As much as the space nerd in me would love that, and not to mention you would make one foxy astronaut, I meant, after this, and here, we find a place for just you and me. I get if you don’t-“ you pressed your left forefinger to his lips, humming with a smile as he shared a gentle kiss upon your skin. He took the digit into his mouth, sucking the skin and swirling his tongue around the crescent of your nail.

“That sounds... perfect.” Ushering your finger from out past his lips, and the barrier of his nipping teeth, you languidly stroked his bottom lip, spreading the small extent of saliva that had coated your finger. “I’m so happy you’re taking a break Sebba, you deserve it. There’s something I want to show you baby, I know you’re going to like it.”

“Is it under this robe by any chance?” Obliging his answer with a supporting action, you allowed his hands to remain beneath the sleek material, as you untied the thick strand that tied the two sides together around your body. Pushing the dark silk from your shoulders, you revealed the design of petals that prompted through the thin material of your undergarments, everything exposed through the sultry and intimate pieces.

“Do you like it?” You seemed to have forgotten about Anthony seeing you in the internal wear, and from Sebastian’s honed gazing at your full breasts, your nipples sternly grew hard, telling him without need for word that he was silently turning you on. A sigh escaped from him, as he plucked at the seam of your panties, tugging lightly at the side to drag the material up your slit, grasping a light moan from your intimately affected lungs.

“My lovely petal, like is an understatement. You do all this for me, I don’t think I’m going to know how much this was, especially where we’re supposed to be budgeting.” Seb quirked his unbrushed brow, pressing his lips against the column of your throat, intaking the smell and pungent taste of your floral perfume. “But I’m not going to complain, because seeing you like this is certainly worth a fine penny. Is it ungrateful for me to want it off of you though?”

“Wait.” You instructed him, pressing your tongue into the divot of his chin, swiping a line of saliva through the bone structure. “I think we should get my money’s worth. First, I want to get my fill of your appreciation, and then maybe, maybe then I’ll allow you to discard piece by piece from my skin.” Your dominant hand pressed against his growing bulge as a you slid off his lap, running your nose along his thighs, as you fiddled with the purchase of his jeans, him helping you tug the denim off, and down his thick thighs.

“You’re so good to me.” He leaned back, curling his fists into the sheets, as he watched you enduringly pat him over his boxers, drawing a spot of precum to seep out onto the white cotton. “My beautiful petal, hungry for my cock, you want it, don’t you? Want to suck my hard cock, practically starving for it, ain’t ya?” Profusely nodding, you drooled as he twitched, and pushed down his underwear, revealing his uncut, and growing cock.

“Holy shit.” Escaped you as a breathy conjunction of two words, your palm reaching out to rotate his foreskin in your hand, pushing the layer back gently to reveal his hidden slit. Your tongue darted out over the flushed head, suckling on the sensitive portion, spoiling yourself with the salty taste of his aroused skin. “You have such a pretty cock baby.” Pressing a kiss along the length, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, before returning to the tip, swallowing down his cock in your throat.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend revelled in the pleasure, one of his hands capturing your hair in its hold, running his fingers through your locks as you bobbed your head. Gargled sounds choked out from your easing throat, as you continued your administrations, making Seb squeeze his eyes shut, as he endured the pleasure that you pledged him with. “Baby...”

You moaned around his cock, your glazed irises peeking up at him, before pulling off, a strand of saliva connecting you to his hung length. “Say it.” Was his demand as his hand pressed the cheeks of your face together, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout. It was a notion of past experiences that reminded you of what he was speaking of, you blinked your lashes innocently towards him, steadily breathing through your nose as he patiently awaited for you to carry out his order.

“I’m your cockslut.” You mumbled out, spit pooling out of your mouth and rolling down the cleavage of your lips, descending onto your chin, and slipping to be a river down your chest, playing hide and seek in the cups of your sheer bra. “Love your fat cock, and your large balls, and the way your mouth exhibits complete bliss over my pussy.” He tilted your head to the side, as he leaned down, his spare hand reaching behind you to remove your bra, leaving it hanging loosely off from your shoulders.

“How about I eat your cunt, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you petal?” A whine slipped from your lips as you shouldered off the floral laced bra, discarding it on the bedroom floor, as you waded your legs about so that you could do the same with the slim lined panties. “Come on then, get up on the bed pretty girl, let me at that pussy.” Doing as he said, you clambered onto the mattress, your front against the sheets as you tried to position yourself. A slap rumbled off your ass cheek, as Sebastian struck down on the globe of fat, straggling a surprised moan from your lips.

It seemed like he wanted you to remain on your stomach, and so you did as he breathed a swab of cool air upon your clenching lips, swiping his tongue from your heavy clit to your soaking entrance. “Sebs, do something, please.” You collapsed your face into the bed, wiggling your ass towards his face, earning yourself another spank to your behind. It stung, but it was a hot heat that granted you a minor bit of relief; it was certainly better than nothing.

And then, his tongue probed at your entrance, test tasting your cunt as his muscle flicked deliriously over your clit, his forefinger prying at your slit, and slipping without struggle inside of your walls, evoking a withering moan to collapse out from your chest. Another digit slunk through your folds, filling your further, as his pace increased, his mouth surrounding your clit, and rolling the bud around with his instigating tongue. “Petal, pass me the lube.”

With a light head, you blindly reached your hand across to on top of his bedside table, locating the bottle with your fiddling hands, tossing it back towards him. A thump indicates that it did not land on the mattress as planned, instead the container of lubricant hit him in the forehead. A frown covered his face as he shook his head, removing his fingers from your folds, as he grasped the bottle, splurging some of the clear and slippery liquid onto his fingertips.

Seb spread it around his fingers, rubbing it onto his skin, as he applied a little onto your tight hole, prying at your puckered entrance with his lubricated digits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You gently rubbed your face against the sheets as Sebastian entered his fingers into your ass, quickly thrusting them in and out of you. “Feels so good Sebby, shit.” He continued his administrations with a clenched wrist, evicting pleasure upon you as you practically sobbed onto your shared bed. “No, no-“

He removed his fingers, as well as his own shirt that was still covering his chest. Seb clambered off the bed for a moment, locating a condom, as he gave his cock a couple of jerks, rolling the avast protection onto his length, as he positioned himself on his knees behind you. He entered you swiftly, returning his fingers back into your tighter hole, as he began to thrust into both of your entrances. Sounds of pleasure were compelled out from your lungs, as you half screamed his name; there were tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you endured wafts pleasure from both intimate angles.

He curled his fingers within you, picking up his pace as his hips profusely clashed against your own. He was chasing a high, whilst simultaneously reducing you to nothing but a racer to your own. “So fucking tight; in both holes.” His teeth clenched as he moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching harshly around him, as he filled the condom with his white and warm seed. He remained inside of you as he brought one hand down to your cunt, playing with your clit, as he sternly thrusted his fingers into your ass.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, cumming around his softened cock, and mewling into your own wrist. Sebastian extracted his tender cock from within you, also removing his fingers, as he swiped off the condom, tying to open side so that no cum would spill out, and then discarding it in the bin. “Shit, I was wanting some attention from you, but I didn’t know I was going to get that.” You laughed lightly, feeling a little hazy and drunk from your numbing orgasm.

In turn, your boyfriend laughed too, grabbing his shirt from off the ground, and lightly pulling you up, helping you into the baggy material. He pressed a sweet kiss upon your forehead as he rolled to be laid beside you, bringing your sweaty body into his matching side, watching through appeased lids at how you curled yourself into him. “I love you darling.”

“I love you too Seb.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his soft nipple, as his arms locked adoringly around you. “And I’m so proud of you for putting your all into your course.” Your nails stroked down his stomach, as the two of you laid upon the sheets, rather than underneath them.

“Of course I would, it’s for our future in the long term of things.” He stated, brushing any loose strands of hair out from your face. “But I guess it’s okay to take a break sometimes. And that, well that was certainly worth the time away from studying, it always is with you.”

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mm2305 · 3 years

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Radiance

Book : The Elementalists

Pairings : Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Celeste Russell)

Words/rating : 1.7 K / teen +

Warnings : mention of death, injuries

Genre : romance, little bit of angst

Description : Hurt : a series about Beckett's thoughts during the times MC was hurt. Added scenes (non-canon).

Pt 1 : Radiance

A/N : Hello everyone I'm back with another fic, this time in a new book and characters. I loved "the elementalists" and this is how I came up with the idea of writing a series about Beckett's feelings/thoughts when mc was hurt/fighting. In this part we're at bk 1, during/after the battle with Raife. This will be a 2 part series, if I manage to write another part, but no promises on when it'll be ready. No beta so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

Masterlist

The battle against Raife and the shadow creatures was full on, all Pend Pals fighting with everything they got to cause damage to Raife, catch him off guard, buy the twins some time. Yet, as Beckett was using his magick against a monster, restraining it, he couldn't help but look at Celeste, worried as he was about her well-being.

With a single glance though, he was gone.

She was majestic. There was no other word to describe her. He was in awe of her radiance every single time. She evidently was a capable woman, moving rapidly around the room, casting spells automatically, jumping over obstacles, hands stretched out to incapacitate anything and anyone approaching her. Using her sword to cut through the shadows, fire in her eyes, her powerful presence palpable in the room, silently supporting, encouraging everyone to just keep going.

That was something that always emitted from her, her radiance, something you could see, you could sense in her. Some would think it’s because of her attunement but Beckett knew it was all because that’s who she is, attunement or not,always shining as bright as the sun itself.

She never gave up, not once. She learned about a whole new world and a whole new version of herself. She didn’t back down. Instead she fought hard to reach her full potential. She excelled in everything and everyone could see it. She was attacked multiple times by creatures as dark and dangerous as the night, yet she always kept her head up. She fought against a madman once and she came back to do it again. To save her new-found sister, her friends, the world.

She was fierce yet gentle. Loving, friendly, funny. Beautiful and dashing. Smart and brilliant. Sarcastic and passionate.

She was forgiving. She forgave him, when he couldn’t forgive himself for being the cause for her to get hurt. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. With a smile and a soft hand on his cheek, looking straight into his eyes, she forgave him.

Celeste Russell was everything.

And he wouldn't lose her.

In that moment their eyes met for a second. Two pairs of eyes locked in a blazing gaze, two hearts thundering as one and two small smiles on their faces. At that brief moment, it was like they were the only people in the world.

They realized they had another thing to be fighting for. One another. They would make it out of there alive. There was no other acceptable way.

Drawing strength from that single look, they turned back to their opponents, their efforts doubled in determination to not give up.

After a while though, even when things seemed to be turning in their favor, each member of the group was falling down. Raife was strong. Extremely strong.

Beckett was the only one left standing, his muscles strained painfully, teeth clenched, sweat starting to drip down his furrowed brow, trying to suppress the chains from crashing onto him. He couldn't afford to lose, Celeste needed all the help she could get, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Yet, despite his efforts, he was feeling his magick wavering and she could see that too. She pleaded with him to keep going, but before she could give him a boost, the chains fell on him, pinning him to the floor, knocking the air out of his lungs.

Celeste let out a desperate scream of agony, swearing that she would make Raife pay for everything he had done. Beckett could notice that she seemed on the verge of tears yet the fire in her eyes was so intense, that if possible, would burn through anyone who dared to look at them.

Everything was starting to become more and more blurry. He tried to keep his eyes open, because he knew that if he did not, it would be very difficult for him to do so again.

He was catching glimpses from the fight between the twins and Raife and he was glad to see they had been going well for a little while. But the next time he looked at them, they were both restrained to some kind of platform. He willed his muscles to come to life and go help them, do something, anything, but the only thing he achieved was to intensify the pain, a small groan escaping his lips.

Celeste looked his way sorrowfully and he tried as hard as he could, to fight the darkness and the incredible urge to close his eyes.

The last thing he remembers before darkness enveloped him, was softly whispering "I'm sorry" and a pair of warm brown orbs burning deep into his heart.

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When he came around, his chest and body felt lighter and breathing had become easier. He could still feel pain all over his exhausted form but darkness wasn't creeping in on him. He realized someone was softly stroking his cheek, occasionally threading their fingers through his hair, whispering to him. He tried to focus on the voice and with a sudden burst of energy, he opened his eyes upon recognizing the voice.

"Beckett?", she breathed, tears running down her face.

It was the first time he was seeing her cry. Was it because of him? Or was she finally breaking down after everything that happened? Whatever the case, he found himself wanting,needing to soothe her, comfort her.

"C-celeste… are… you a-alright ?", he asked her, his voice a bit hoarse from the dust around the room, lifting his hand to wipe the tears off the side of her face.

She chuckled, leaning into his touch, breathing deeply and closing her eyes for a brief moment, as though savoring this feeling.

" You're the only person I know who would be worried about me, when you're the one who was under a ton of chains. How are you feeling? Are you in pain?", she carefully checked him over searching for any visible injuries.

"I'm exhausted and to be honest yes, my body aches all over but I'm okay I promise"

"Okay. But I'm keeping an eye on you, so tell me if you feel any pain, alright?"

Nodding, Beckett allowed his eyes to wander around the room, noticing the destruction in it. The room was full of rubble, pieces of what once was the roof, scattered everywhere, having coated everything in dust.

"I'm guessing everything went well while I was out?", he started sitting up, leaning against the wall.

Celeste wordlessly helped him up before she answered, resting her forehead on his shoulder, taking a deep breath.

"Yes. Professor Swan came to help and it turns out she is a Blood-Att too, but she was defeated. Me and Atlas were… close to the end-"

"What?! You-you almost…", he couldn't even utter the words. "Oh God... you could have… died and I…wouldn't have been able to do anything to stop him, to -"

"Beckett! Hey… I'm alright now see? I'm here with you and I don't intend to leave you anytime soon."she said gently to him, putting her hands on his cheeks, reassuring him.

A moment passed before she continued.

" So when me and Atlas touched our hands saying goodbye, we had a burst of refractionary magick. I… ended him Beckett. I did it myself. I don't regret it, but that makes me wonder... Does that make me a bad person? ", she looked up at him worried.

He turned to her, his earnest gaze reaching deep into her soul. "Celeste. Look at me and listen carefully. You could never be a bad person. Honestly you are the most compassionate , brave and kind woman I have ever met. Please don't doubt yourself, ever. He deserved everything he got and more for all the things he did to you and so many other people."

"Really?"

"Really."

Celeste sighed in relief, nestling deeper into his side. "Thank you Beck. You always know what you say to make all my worries fade away."

Wrapping his arms around her, Beckett rested his cheek on her head, kissing her hair. "Anytime. How is everyone doing?"

"They are going to be okay. When we finished with Raife we were unconscious for a bit. When I woke up, professor Kontos and Aster were here taking everyone through some kind of portals. They were all unconscious but fine. I… stayed with you for a bit trying to wake you up and I was going to call them because you weren't coming around but then you did so… "

"Ah thank goodness we're all fine.", he exclaimed, relieved, his head falling back onto the wall behind him.

"I knew you were a softie for Pend Pals!"

They both laughed softly, glad to have survived this relatively well.

"Beckett?", Celeste broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them.

"Hmm?"

"I'm… very glad you're okay. When you fell unconscious… I was worried you'd never wake up again…and then you weren't responding and… I can't lose you Beck, I just can't. Not you", Celeste let out an involuntary sob, her arms tightening around him.

"Oh Celeste… it's okay, I'm okay… I'm here sweetheart…I'm not leaving you... ", he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back in soothing cycles, his heart breaking at the sight of her crying.

She took a deep breath and looked at him with a vulnerability that he rarely saw in her. "Will you promise me something?"

" Anything."

"Don't scare me like that again. Ever. Please.", she said, her voice breaking again at the end, the sobs wreaking through her body.

Beckett tightened his hold around her pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and finally on her lips,silently promising her to do anything she asked from him.

The kiss started slow and gentle, but quickly turned passionate,both of them trying to pour all their emotions into the kiss. Celeste wrapped her arms around his neck pressing herself closer to him, deepening the kiss, almost desperate to feel that this was real, that he was okay. Beckett let her do as she pleased with him, happy and relieved to have her in his embrace,breathing in her natural vanilla smell, his hands roaming across her body, bringing her closer to him,losing himself in her.

They parted away from each other, giggling, upon hearing Aster's worried voice calling for them.

"Celeste? Did Beckett wake up?"

"Yes Aster we're here!"

She kissed him again briefly, helping him get up and linked their hands together, her bright smile back on her face.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

Beckett grinning back at her, allowed her to lead him towards Aster, ready for the next chapter in their lives at Penderghast.

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A/N : thank you for reading this! Every single like, comment and reblog is appreciated! ❤️

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theunlabeledbitch · 3 years

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this is my first time writing an f/f smut so pls be kind TT3TT

yes, this is the lewk that inspired this drabble:

selfie.

a RoséNali smut au

'Nali Baby sent you a photo.'

Rosé was struggling to stay awake in her philosophy class when her phone lit up with the notification. She shook her head upon reading the alert, knowing that her girlfriend must be up to something stupid again. Unlike her, Denali had no classes on Fridays and definitely a whole lot of time to kill. Being the adorable person she was, she never forgets to send Rosé the documentations of what she does in her free time while Rosé fights to stay awake through all of her classes.

After making sure no one around her was looking, Rosé lowered her phone's brightness and volume before clicking on the notification; these were safety precautions she had become accustomed to taking because the last time she clicked on something Denali sent, the loud sound of an out of tune bugle rang throughout her classroom---yes, Denali tried to learn how to play a bugle just because she had too much free time.

Finally, the photo loaded and Rosé almost gasped audibly upon what she saw.

No, it was not a nude picture. Denali would never send nudes.

It was way worse than nudes.

It was Denali, smiling and flaunting her little dimple at the camera with high pigtails and perfect artsy make-up, wearing her white and pink low-cut blouse with a sparkly choker necklace around her neck.

'played with my make-up today what do u think?' read the text message that followed the photo.

Rosé took in a sharp breath, calming her nerves down. There was something about the way Denali looked into the camera that made her insides boil---in a good fucking way.

Keeping a straight face despite obviously being sexually aroused by the simple selfie sent by her damned girlfriend, Rosé typed out her reply.

'i think i will fuck you when i get home'

Meanwhile, on the other side of the exchange, Denali chuckled to herself upon reading Rosé's reply.

She took off the blouse and skirt that she was wearing, changing into a comfortable knitted turtle-neck sweater. Soon after she took off the choker and wiped the make-up off of her face just to irritate Rosé for fun. She checked her reflection on the mirror. The dark color of her sweater perfectly hid what she was wearing underneath: nothing.

Rosé rushed out of the classroom as soon as the professor dismissed them, almost running back into the apartment she shared with her girlfriend. It took her half the time it usually takes to get home because she was that excited. After fumbling with her keys, she walked in the apartment just to find Denali chilling on the couch, watching a movie, curled up in a ball with her legs tucked under her huge sweater.

"What the fuck?" Rosé asked in disbelief. Denali turned to her, raising an eyebrow as if she had no idea what was going on.

"Did you not read my reply?" Rosé asked, slightly annoyed at the fact that Denali wasn't already waiting for her when she arrived.

"I did," Denali replied nonchalantly. She stretched her legs out, careful not to reveal the surprise she had in store for Rosé. She calmly walked towards Rosé, shrugging.

Rosé sighed.

"I was hoping to do it with the whole outfit still on, babe," she complained.

Denali took a step closer, raising her eyebrows in fake curiosity.

"What's the point of having my make-up on when, clearly, it will be off by the time we're done?"

Another step.

"What's the point of having the choker on, too? We both know I like it better when it's your fingers choking me."

Rosé gulped. Gone was the chill Denali she first saw when she walked in. In place was this sinful seductress, spouting out words that drove her crazy with every syllable.

"What's the point of having the outfit on when you're just going to rip them off me, anyway?"

Denali reached for Rosé's hand, guiding it across her soft skin---her wonderful thighs---up until it was covered by the hem of her sweater, just inches away from her naked womanhood.

"You want to fuck me up, is that it?" Denali moaned into Rosé's ear. She pulled Rosé's arm upwards for the latter to feel her wetness.

"Well, Rosie, you already fucked me up when you sent that reply," she purred, making Rosé's lose control of herself.

Denali let out a loud gasp when Rosé suddenly pushed her finger into her.

"You little shit," Rosé hissed, pumping her fingers slowly, letting her palm rub against Denali's clit. "How long have you been planning for this?"

"Long enough," Denali replied, bucking her hips for more. To her disappointment, Rosé pulled her finger out, leaving her feeling empty. "Rosie…" she began to whine but her lips were immediately met with Rosé's kiss.

Rosé carried her effortlessly towards their bedroom, keeping their lips together as their tongues danced together. She threw Denali down onto their soft mattress and took off her shirt and pants as the latter sprawled her legs open to display herself to Rosé.

"Lick me, Rosie, please," Denali begged, with the same puppy eyes she used in the selfie she sent to Rosé earlier.

Rosé got to her knees, pulling both Denali's legs and hanging them on her shoulders. She ran her lips across Denali's thighs, leaving a mark on her favorite spot, just a few inches below the wonderland she was about to explore with her mouth. She flicked her tongue slowly, quickening her pace as Denali's moans got louder. Denali buried her heels into Rosé's back, reaching down to grip the latter's golden hair. When Rosé felt that the other was close to the edge, she moved further down, pushing her tongue into her.

Denali screamed, fisting the sheets in one hand and Rosé's hair in the other. More juices spilled out from her and Rosé lapped it up quickly. She could hear the wanton sounds Denali was emitting and she could swear there was no other melody more beautiful than when Denali curses her name.

Rosé sat up, sitting in between Denali's legs, gently rubbing herself against Denali as her fingers curled around the latter's neck.

Denali could feel herself blacking out from Rosé's ministrations and her oxygen slowly getting cut off but just like every other time they did this, Rosé knew exactly when to let go for her to catch her breath.

They continued to grind on each other making a mess of the bed and themselves, until they were close to the feeling of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Rosie, fuck…" Denali groaned, clawing Rosé's arms for support. Rosé quickened her pace, riding Denali as fast as she could, until they both went over the edge, screaming each other's names.

They rode out their high together, collapsing beside each other when they were through.

Naturally, Rosé snuck her arm under Denali's neck to pull her closer into her embrace, placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Satisfied?" Rosé asked.

"Very," Denali replied with a hoarse voice. She put her arms around Rosé's waist, leaning her head onto Rosé's chest, before suddenly realizing something. "Hey! Don't you have a class? Like, right now?" she asked in shock.

Rosé only rolled her eyes in response.

"You send me that selfie, and still expect me to be able to keep going about my day, attending class?" she berated Denali who cackled heartily.

"Aw, Rosie, that's not even a nude pic!" Denali teased.

"Exactly!" Rosé immediately responded, looking down to meet Denali's gaze. "That only goes to show that you have me wrapped around your little finger…"

Rosé placed a soft kiss on Denali's lips and the latter kissed her back gently.

"I love you," Denali whispered.

"I love you, too, baby," Rosé replied, pinching Denali's nose. "Especially when you send me selfies that make me lose my mind."

Denali laughed, patting Rosé's cheek.

"Don't worry, Rosie. There's more to come."

i hope that look lives in your mind rent-free like it does on mine. thank u v much, queens!

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr13 #rosnali #rosénali #rosali #rosé #denali #smut #lesbian au

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littleangel4996 · 5 years

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His Favorite Student

Professor!Duncan Shepherd X Reader one shot

Summary: you are one of Duncan's best students. You are never late, never miss a class, nor flirts and asks for help. What happens when he asks you to stay after class.

Warning: Smut, Oral(female and male receiving) fingering vaginal, Spanking, Age difference (reader is 23 and Duncan is like 36) Sir kink , Praise kink, public sex.

Y/n P.O.V

"World War II was also called the Second World War, conflict that involved virtually every part of the world during the years 1939–45" Professor Shepherd finished after writing down the questions on the board. I've been studying in his class for 3 months and aced an A in his class not missing a lesson in his class. Especially if I get sick I pack myself Theraflu and Tylenol. Most of the girls in my class are always wearing trampy ass clothes such as short skirts, crop tops and don't get me started on how they "accidentally" drop a pen or a pencil and bend over in front of the Professor's desk while he's doing work showing off their pretty pink thongs.

Ugh, I just want to jump over my desk and kick them square in the face-

"Ms. (Y/l/n)" Professor called out. "What was the cause of World War II?" He asked. I didn't need to look in my book or ask a partner.

"World War II began in Europe on September 1, 1939, when Germany invaded Poland." He grinned pointing at me saying "Right you are" and writes it on the board. I couldn't help the smirk coming up on my face. I can't help it, I love being right and I never gotten an answer wrong in my life.

"Alright another question, Who were the leaders during World War II?" Regina, dressed in a short pink dress showing too much cleavage with brown hair rose her hand up being all flirty and shit. "Ms Smith, go ahead".

"United Kingdom, Soviet Union, France, and uhh the United States yeah." God her fucking voice is more annoying than nails on a chalk board. Plus she got it totally wrong. Almost.

"And their names and you're missing three countries" he almost sounded annoyed at her answer. Again, can I kick her?

"What the hell, that is so totally right. I've been studying every night how can I get it wrong!" She exclaimed.

"The Allied powers were led by Winston Churchill of UK, Joseph Stalin of the Soviet Union, Charles de Gaulle of France, and Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry S. Truman of the US. The Axis powers were led by Adolf Hitler of Germany, Benito Mussolini of Italy, and Hideki Tojo of Japan." I answered.

"And Regina if you weren't studying what's the Professor's pelvic area and trying to get his attention by dressing like a Barbie doll whore you might get the answers right next time". All was heard from the class was "burn" and "damn girl". Professor Shepherd had to quiet down the class and dismissed us having Regina cry while leaving the class.

As I was about to leave Professor Shepherd stopped me.

"Ms (y/l/n), a word." Fuck me. I've never been in trouble with him but I guess when I called Regina a Barbie doll whore then yeah I guess going to get a lecture. He gestures me to have a seat and him facing me leaning on his desk.

"So Ms (y/l/n), why do you think it was okay to call Ms Smith a Barbie doll whore" he scowled.

"I'm sorry Professor, she really pissed me off, she doesn't care about this class none of these sluts do. Dressing in their pastel short dress, bright makeup and when they bend over showing their fucking thongs right in front of you're goddamn face" I ranted. His expression softened. He leaned in front of me with his hands on the chair handles.

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm just here to learn and not worry about sex or partying like everyone else does" I snapped. He leans back smirking on my answer.

"I knew there was something about you that I liked. You're self assured, ambitious and intelligent beautiful creature" he complimented. I got up from the chair. Am I dreaming or what because he never complimented me like that.

"Umm, Professor-" he cuts me off with a kiss, grabbing my hips.

"Please, call me Duncan (y/n)" he breathed. Without thinking for a second I began pulling him for another kiss. This kiss was very needy and passionate. Damn I've always thought Duncan was attractive but never thought of him as a good kisser. I know this feels very very wrong and I'm going against everything I wouldn't do but fuck I want this, I need this, I need him.

I grabbed him by the collar of his black button up, turning around to push him on the chair. I waited for him to take his trousers down but it is almost like he wants me to do it.

"I'm nothing like the other whores, take off your own damn pants" he was taken aback by my words but managed to unbuckle his belt pulling down his black slacks along with his briefs. My eyes widened at his size and girth. I looked up at him and smirks at my reaction.

"Can you handle it little one"

"You've underestimate me sir" As I got down on my knees wrapping my delicate fingers around his shaft as I jerked it with my hands a little then I take just the tip in my mouth slowly swirling my tongue like a lollipop and taking him fully and stroking him. Hearing him groan just encourage me to go all the way.

I hold the base of his penis with one hand, and play with his balls with the other.

"Fuck, you're really good at this " he complemented and I just winked at him making my movements faster with him grabbing a hold of my hair out of my face so he can have a good look at me. I swirled my tongue as I used the exact amount of suction to drive him insane. He moaned and moaned. Every moan I got out of him was a trophy, only driving me onward.

Summoning every bit of self-restraint he had, he bade me to stop. "Come up here my pet." he beckoned over to his desk. Without asking I pushed the papers to the floor. I looked behind me and he's still sitting in his chair.

"Now, look at the mess you've made. I'm afraid I'm gonna punish you my dear. Now be a good girl like you've always have in my class and take off those jeans.

"Yes, sir" I replied. I start to unbuckle my jeans, pulling them down slowly to tease him. He knew what I was doing and he wasn't liking it.

Finally getting the jeans off along with my panties ,pushing them aside with my foot. When I was about to unbutton my blouse Duncan jumped out of his seat as he pushed my hands away and ripping it open to reveal my Victoria's Secret bra. Luckily you can unclip it from the front so he won't have to rip it off so he won't buy me a new one. He takes the bra off me tossing it with my pants and shoes. His hands start to stroke your sides and my fingers slip under your hip bones. I raise my hips to meet his but stopping just short.

"Tsk tsk tsk baby" he said, turning me around as I placed my hands on his desk.

" Now, you are going to count whenever I spank your pretty smart ass and when I do spank you will also say sir" he growled in my ear and I nodded with a whimper.

"*Spank* 1, sir." I whimpered

"*Spank* 2, sir."

"*Spank* 3 sir" I moaned.

"*Spank* 4 sir".

"*Spank* ahh oh fuck, 5 sir please. I need you sir so badly" I moaned. I looked behind me and he gets down on his knees and he starts to devour my pussy with his tongue and mouth from behind as I gripped his desk for leverage. No man has ever done this with me. All of them didn't know how to please me and Duncan Shepherd, my history professor is having me bend at his desk devouring my pussy like it's water. He starts to lick me up like an ice cream cone and starts pumping a finger inside me.

"Ever Since you've walked into my class, you're all I've been thinking about" then adds his second finger, curling them as he hits my g-spot. I knew I was ready to cum. I wanted to cum so badly and he knew that. Duncan takes his fingers out of me as he stands up and gives my ass one more slap.

"Are you ready for me baby" he said, stroking his cock.

"Yes sir, please fuck me" I gasped as

he plunged his cock hard inside me. I rose up on my elbows and pushed back against him as I felt his hips slapping rhythmically against my ass. Duncan grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him with every thrust. I looked back at him as we watched each other’s pleasure grow. His cock was even harder now, and I was drenched with arousal. The look in his eyes was almost feral, and I wanted him to fuck me…hard.

His hands found my breasts, and his fingers coaxed my nipples, and they ached with every pinch. My clit began to throb, and I thrust my hips with the arousal that was building again inside me.

"You're the only one that interest me" he nipped and sucked on my neck, leaving me a red mark to remind me I'm his.

"Not all those ladies who think they're better than you. You have something that they don't. A brain, and more importantly a fucking personality" he growled in my ear.

"Oh yesss" I hissed. His pace became more faster.

"Please, I want to cum" I gasped.

"What was that my favorite Student, say it correctly and I may just give you what you like my angel" he groaned.

"Oh please sir, please let me cu-" I was cut off by his hard fast thrust screaming from the pleasure I was getting.

"Don't you dare cum without me, " he said. Thank God for birth control. "We're gonna cum in 5...4...3...2...oh fuck 1, cum for sir baby cum for me" my orgasm came out of me as I came all over my Professor's cock and thrusted a couple more times in me.

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We start putting our clothes on. Luckily Duncan had wipes so I wouldn't have to feel sticky. "Well I better be going" I was about to head out of his class then I turned around by Duncan giving me the sweetest, softest kiss.

We pulled away with our heads touching and said " I meant what I said (y/n). You're very special to me. May I take you to dinner on Saturday". I simply nodded. "Yes, Duncan I'd love too" .

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hongbab · 7 years

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Wait for me - He was selfish, he knew that much. He watched Hakyeon wilt by his side, his liveliness decreasing with each week they spent together, but he couldn't let go of him, not when Hakyeon was the best thing in his life, not when he wanted to do this whole Life Thing together with Hakyeon. (Ravi/N, r, 3569 w)

a/n: written for this prompt. i’m sorry for not making it smutty, i just wanted to make it as sweet as possible :( i hope you’ll still like it this way, anonnie!!

recommended songs: your favourite sad but lovey-dovey songs

p.s. sorry for taking so long, if there’s a parallel between this story and my life, it’s the graduation thing, only it’s in 2 weeks for me not 3 haha i had to prepare for and then take my state exam, i’m sorry >< (but this means no more uni ⇒ much more time to write! (when i’m not at work, at least))

Even though the old, rusty air conditioner was whirring steadily overhead, the air inside the office was unbearably hot. Wonshik felt tiny beads of sweat trickle down his temples to get lost in his hair as he was lying on the sofa, legs and head propped up on the two armrests.

“Can we just go home?” he moaned, blindly stretching out his arm to the right.

A warm and dry hand wrapped around his fingers, squeezing them lightly.

“You can go home, if you want, I told you,” Hakyeon murmured.

He pulled back his hand and Wonshik let his own drop to the floor, opening his eyes to blearily blink at Hakyeon. He had been correcting the Music Theory exam papers of his second year students for over two hours and Wonshik had already scrolled down several months’ worth of posts both on his FaceBook and Twitter feeds, deciding to take a nap instead—if only he’d been able to sleep while burning in the hellfire of the early July weather.

“I want you to come home with me,” Wonshik mumbled. “You haven’t come over in five days.”

Hakyeon let out a sigh. “That’s because I’ve been making exam papers.”

“So you should relax already.”

“Wonshik-ah,” Hakyeon said, finally looking at Wonshik. He looked exhausted; there were dark shadows under his eyes, his lovely skin looked sickly pale, and the 11’s between his eyebrows looked deeper than usual. “Please, let me correct these and I’ll go home with you, I promise, I just—”

Hakyeon's words got cut off by the rattling of the doorknob and Wonshik immediately jumped from the sofa, scrambling on the floor to crawl over to Hakyeon's desk, pushing his chair away to hide. Hakyeon yelped, but then the door opened and he quickly rolled his chair back behind the desk, almost running over Wonshik's fingers.

“You can come out of there, Wonshik,” a tired voice said, “it’s just me.”

“It’s Sanghyuk,” Hakyeon announced, gently nudging Wonshik's bottom with his foot.

Wonshik let out the breath he had been holding, supporting himself on Hakyeon's desktop as he stood up, facing Sanghyuk, Hakyeon's TA.

“I could see your shoes anyway,” Sanghyuk said, dropping his bag on his desk. “I was just hoping you guys weren’t… you know.”

“What the hell, we—”

“Oh my God, I told you we—”

"I know, I know," Sanghyuk swatted away their excuses like a couple of annoying flies, "No sex until he's 18 or something."

"I'm 24," Wonshik grumbled. "And you're younger than me, so stop being condescending."

"I'm still a TA and I can still tell the dean about your little... romance."

"You're my TA," Hakyeon said authoritatively and for some reason, Wonshik's heart skipped a beat at the commanding tone with which Hakyeon was trying to save both of their dignity. "I can tell the dean about your unhelpfulness."

"I'm helpful!" Sanghyuk exclaimed. "I'm helpful and you know that and it’s still very bizarre that you guys, like, hook up and stuff."

"We don't—" Wonshik started, but then Hakyeon took his hand momentarily, nonverbally telling him to let Sanghyuk think whatever he wants.

It was irritating, how Sanghyuk thought their relationship was based on some sort of sick teacher-student kink, just like how most of their close friends thought the same. It was nothing like that and Wonshik once had been desperate to make Sanghyuk understand it; he had tried to explain it for several months after Sanghyuk had caught them cuddling in Hakyeon's office, but Sanghyuk never listened. No one ever listened and while Wonshik was extremely stressed about it, Hakyeon seemingly accepted that people would never believe them.

Seemingly.

But it was Wonshik who rubbed Hakyeon's back when he seemed too troubled by the weight of this all, he was the one who offered to make Hakyeon some tea when he was bursting with suppressed misery, and Wonshik was the one who held Hakyeon through the crying when he wanted to give up on the two of them but felt too attached to Wonshik to do so.

They had talked about it more than Wonshik dared to count, about breaking up, about stopping the torturing of each other and finally being able to take a deep breath without being afraid of anybody kicking them out of the university, Wonshik losing his student status and Hakyeon, his job as a professor, and, on top of it, being condemned by society. 'It's not like... there's much between you two, right? I mean, you haven't even kissed or anything,' Jaehwan had told Wonshik once, chuckling awkwardly afterwards, slowly screwing the imaginary knife already in Wonshik's heart further in.

There were nights when Wonshik wanted nothing more than to kiss Hakyeon, he wanted it more than he wanted to breathe, needed it like plants need water to stay alive. But Hakyeon was stronger, he never let Wonshik kiss him, 'not until you graduate', he said, and Wonshik always felt tears prickling the corners of his eyes when Hakyeon rejected his attempts. They had a bond no one should ever have questioned, and Wonshik clearly knew it was love, no matter how Hakyeon never let him say it out loud—he was protecting both of them, from breaching this stupid convention, this make-believe rule they had set up, the one that said their relationship was only real crime if their lips touched. Wonshik didn't want the two of them to be a crime.

He thought about this as he sat on the couch in his living room that evening, Hakyeon resting his head on Wonshik's shoulder, snuffling quietly in his sleep, his hair silky but slightly tangled under Wonshik's fingers as he caressed it. He wished he could have kissed Hakyeon on the forehead, but that was forbidden, too, at least on Hakyeon's part, and he would have woken up and freaked out if Wonshik did that. So Wonshik only tipped his head to the side, the top of Hakyeon's head touching his cheek.

He was so happy but so incredibly, so inconceivably sad, and all that managed to keep him from screaming from the top of his lungs was the small red circle around the number 17 on the July page of the ugly wall calendar he had hammered up in his living room. Three more weeks and he wouldn't be a student anymore. Three more weeks and he would be able to kiss Hakyeon, to hold him in his arms and press his mouth to his temple and hear him laugh in the most carefree way he had ever done. It would ring through the room and Wonshik's heart and he would be the happiest man on earth. Three weeks.

The day they first met was a lazy Wednesday, one littered with classes with too long breaks between them, and that was why Wonshik hated Wednesdays the most—the temptation to go home between classes and never return to campus was extremely strong.

He stood in line in front of the counter of the coffee shop opposite campus, pulling one of his hands out of his jeans’ pocket to rub at his eyes, trying not to fall asleep while standing.

He was halfway through a yawn when the wind of a storm ruffled his hair, loud steps making him regain consciousness as someone rushed past him, pushing away the guy next in line to bend over the counter, panting wildly.

“Hey,” the boy heaved at the barista in front of him, the strap of his messenger bag slipping off his shoulder, “do you know where… where the entrance to the main building is… at that university?”

The barista, a blond girl, blushed to the roots of her hair and mumbled something unintelligible, the boy looking more and more desperate by the second. Someone tried to explain to him how he was supposed to take the path on the right of the entrance, turn to the left, go up the stairs, look for the second door, enter it, and then walk up another flight of stairs to find the reception hall, but the guy only made a wailing noise, his otherwise tan face suddenly turning grey.

“I can help you,” Wonshik said without thinking twice, surprised by his own eagerness to help. He was probably just bored. “I study there.”

“Would you?” the boy asked, stepping away from the counter, looking like he might hug Wonshik and cry on his shoulder. “Oh my God, thank you, I need to get there in five minutes, I have a job interview at half past one, you see…”

“Okay, uh,” Wonshik nodded, glancing sadly at the coffee machine behind the counter. “Let’s go.”

The guy stormed out of the coffee shop the way he entered, waiting for Wonshik to catch up outside. He seemed extremely nervous with his eyebrows knit and his lips tightly pressed together, but Wonshik still thought he looked kind of cute, especially because of his jitteriness—Wonshik felt himself blush and had to bite his lower lip to hide a smile.

“Are you applying to be a teacher or something?” Wonshik asked as they crossed the road with fast steps.

“Yeah,” the guy said with a finger in his mouth, chewing on his skin. “I heard they’re looking for a Music Theory teacher and I just finished my Music Master’s a year ago, so I thought I’d try.”

“I’m sure you’ll do well,” Wonshik replied with an encouraging smile, and suddenly he was walking alone in the grass. When he looked back, the guy was standing a few feet away, looking utterly baffled. “What’s that?” Wonshik inquired.

“You don’t even know me,” Mr. Soon-To-Be-Prof mumbled. “How can you be sure I’ll do well?”

Wonshik blinked.

“I just… this is just… well,” Wonshik scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I can imagine you in front of a whiteboard and all, so I just… look, we’re going to be late.”

“Ah,” the boy nodded, light pink dusting the tops of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he looked down at his shoes, shiny dark hair hanging in front of his forehead, his eyelashes like tiny fans spreading above his waterlines. Wonshik's heart skipped a beat and his legs suddenly felt like jelly, his palms becoming clammy as the boy looked up with a gentle smile. “Right, let’s go.”

They took a shortcut through a bunch of bushes, stopping in front of the door to the main building, Wonshik holding it open.

“How do I look?” the teacher candidate asked, brushing his fingers lightly over his bangs.

Lovely, Wonshik thought but caught himself before he could have said it out loud, swallowing thickly.

“You look like our new Music Theory prof,” he said, grinning, for which he earned a radiant smile, one that made his stomach turn into knots. “But, before you go inside,” Wonshik took his phone from his pocket, checking the time. It was 1.28pm. “Can I ask your name?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, Cha Hakyeon,” he said, reaching out to shake Wonshik's hand. “Sorry, I’m kind of nervous right now.”

“Didn’t even notice,” Wonshik smirked, tightening his fingers around Hakyeon's hand. “Kim Wonshik, by the way. I’m graduating this semester, so we probably won’t meet in class, but… I hope I’ll get to see you around.”

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for taking your time,” Hakyeon replied, entering the building. “I’ll buy you coffee if I get the job.” Hakyeon smiled again and Wonshik was positively swaying in the doorway now, grinning like an idiot.

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed, then.”

Hakyeon turned away with a small, breathy laugh, jogging towards the small booth in the reception hall, and Wonshik let go of the door, skipping back all the way to the parking lot where he stopped to remember which building his next class would be held in.

Hakyeon got accepted and he bought Wonshik a caramel macchiato, sipping it together with him in a faraway corner of the coffee shop, talking animatedly about his interview. Wonshik watched him in awe with his chin held in his palm, smiling when Hakyeon got carried away so much he could barely breathe between sentences. He was beautiful and lively and funny and Wonshik felt so smitten after their third coffee date he thought he might die if he didn't ask Hakyeon out for dinner.

It was a long process from then on: Wonshik obviously didn’t care about getting kicked out of university as much as Hakyeon worried for both of them, every little touch feeling like another step towards their mutual death sentence. The first time Wonshik held Hakyeon's hand in the darkness of the near empty cinema auditorium sent shivers down Hakyeon's body, making him tremble with nervousness till the end of the awful action film they were watching.

"I want to kiss you," Wonshik blurted out once, three beers into the night at Hakyeon's place, their fingers intertwined on the floor.

"We can't," Hakyeon shook his head, looking down at their hands with a small pout, and when he looked back up, his eyes were shining strangely—not from the alcohol he had consumed. He scooted closer to Wonshik and rested his head on Wonshik's shoulder tentatively, flinching when Wonshik caressed his back.

"I should let you go," Hakyeon said a few hours later, when he was already sitting on the mattress of his own bed, his fingers still laced with Wonshik's. "I'm killing you."

"You're making me feel alive," Wonshik said and pulled Hakyeon down to where he was sprawled out on the bed, and Hakyeon came a little unwillingly, laying his head on Wonshik's chest so hesitatingly it felt like he was trying to make it feel less heavy. Wonshik cradled the back of his neck then, scratching under Hakyeon's hair.

He was selfish, he knew that much. He watched Hakyeon wilt by his side, his liveliness decreasing with each week they spent together, but he couldn't let go of him, not when Hakyeon was the best thing in his life, not when he wanted to do this whole Life Thing together with Hakyeon. He didn't let Hakyeon break up with him. Instead, he kept vigil with Hakyeon, mourning their unborn relationship on some nights when all he wanted to do was sleep, watched Hakyeon crumble and grow tired, tormented, broken by his side.

Wonshik couldn't pay attention to the ceremony.

He was sitting in his robe with that silly hat on, staring ahead and picturing Hakyeon's face, thinking of how his lips would taste a few hours later, how he'd have to hold back his tears when he could finally free Hakyeon from the weight of this all.

When a classmate on his right elbowed him in the side to indicate he was next, Wonshik stood up in a mechanical way, much like a robot programmed to walk to the front to take his stupid paper and shake some hands. Afterwards, he missed the moment he was supposed to throw his hat in the air, and later, he forgot to smile in the picture a random stranger took of him with his family. He couldn't hear the questions and congratulatory words aimed at him when they were already at home, drinking for his health with relatives he barely knew, and he excused himself as soon as the last guest left.

It was well after 9pm when he finally reached Hakyeon's apartment building, sticky with sweat and his heart going into overdrive. He let himself into the building and ran up the stairs, stumbling at one point but catching the railing, arriving in front of Hakyeon's front door heaving loudly, knocking weakly on the wood. His knuckles barely left the surface when the door already swung open, Hakyeon standing there in a pair of sweatpants and a crisp white button-up, his hair soft and messy like he had just blow-dried it.

"Wonshik," he said in a shaky voice, "I didn't think you'd be here so fast, I was going to dress up nicely and—"

But Wonshik was already inside the flat, holding Hakyeon's cheeks between his hands and kissing him, his lips quivering against Hakyeon's, his throat tight with unshed tears as he listened to Hakyeon's tiny, muffled sobs, his hands grabbing Wonshik's wrists and his thumbs caressing the insides of them. Hakyeon's arms then wrapped around Wonshik's shoulders and Wonshik pulled him close, holding him tight.

"I'm so proud of you," Hakyeon whispered, the lock clicking as he kicked the door shut.

Wonshik only pressed his face further into the crook of Hakyeon's neck, trying to will away the crying.

When Hakyeon pulled back to look into Wonshik's eyes, his face was decorated with delicate streaks of tears, sparkling there like microscopic gemstones and Wonshik hadn’t seen all seven billion inhabitants of the planet, but he was convinced Hakyeon was the most gorgeous of them all.

Hakyeon pulled him into his bedroom and sat him down on the mattress, climbing into his lap with still too much wariness in his moves, like he couldn't quite believe he was finally allowed to do such things. His fingers crawled under Wonshik's hair as he pressed his forehead against Wonshik's, breathing heavily.

"I love you," Wonshik said and it sounded bubbly like he had blood in his lungs. He held Hakyeon by the waist, his grip firm on his lithe body. "I love you, Hakyeon, I'm so sorry, I'm so— I'm so sorry for being selfish."

"I love you," Hakyeon replied and pecked Wonshik's lips. "I love you more than anything and I'm so happy you never let me— I'm so happy you're here."

Wonshik laughed in a high-pitched voice and let go of Hakyeon's waist to undo the buttons on his shirt, fumbling with each, but Hakyeon didn't rush him, he waited patiently until Wonshik made his way through all the buttons, occasionally kissing Hakyeon like they had all the time in the world.

He had seen Hakyeon shirtless before, when he'd spent the night and Hakyeon had forgotten to take his shirt with him to the bathroom in the morning, but he had never been able to touch him before. Hakyeon's skin was smooth and beautiful, like the finest silk, the warmth of him making Wonshik feel dizzy as he pressed his mouth against Hakyeon's collarbone. His fingertips were tingling as he dragged them over Hakyeon's abdomen, and, in turn, sparks surged under his skin as Hakyeon took Wonshik’s T-shirt off, doing the same to him—just touching, enjoying how it was possible now.

Hakyeon's skin tasted like the sweetest honey mixing with the saltiness of the ocean, and Wonshik couldn't get enough of it as he nipped lightly on Hakyeon's hip bone before he planted small kisses to Hakyeon's firm inner thighs, aching to mark every patch of skin with his mouth.

Wonshik had always loved Hakyeon's melodic voice—it was so different from his own low and deep baritone, the soft-flowing tone filling his heart every time Hakyeon hummed along to the radio or sang quietly in the kitchen while preparing breakfast. His lovely voice cracked now in the nicest way possible, his breathing picking up as Wonshik took him into his mouth, Wonshik's name spilling from his mouth in airy chants like it was a spell ought to be whispered into the night to bear results. His fingers were carding through Wonshik's hair shakily, his body twitching with every move of Wonshik's tongue. His cheeks were flushed and his lips bitten red when Wonshik finally emerged from between his legs, kissing his forehead and earning a happy smile before Hakyeon reached over to the nightstand to take the lube from it.

His lips brushed Hakyeon's eyelids in a soothing manner when he slipped a finger in, and then two, Hakyeon mewling and squirming in his arms when Wonshik finally thrust forward, his legs almost giving in under him—it was too much and too good all at once.

"You mean the world to me," he murmured into Hakyeon's neck as Hakyeon pulled him close, two arms around Wonshik's shoulder and two strong legs around his hips, his small cries trickling down Wonshik's skin like the sweat on his back.

"I love you," he heard Hakyeon's jumbled words before he struggled to press his mouth against Wonshik's, kissing him deep while Wonshik jerked him slowly, swallowing Hakyeon's moans.

Hakyeon came with a choking sound and a desperate inhale, kissing Wonshik until Wonshik came as well, collapsing on top of Hakyeon. He wanted to cry so badly, but Hakyeon was already crying; his blunt nails were scraping Wonshik's scalp as Wonshik lay half on top of him, listening to the steady, way too fast rhythm of Hakyeon's heart.

"Thank you," Wonshik said; his voice was hoarse and his words barely decipherable from the emotions swarming inside him. "I love you, thank you for being here, for waiting for me, I love you so much, Hakyeon, I'm so sorry..." He was rambling, he knew he was, but he needed to talk, he needed to make Hakyeon understand that no man had ever been as happy to be alive as he was in that moment.

Hakyeon laughed, his laughter ringing inside Wonshik's ears and his heart the way he had imagined it would, and when he kissed Hakyeon's temple, Hakyeon only hugged him tighter.

#vixx #n #ravi #navi #rating: r #au #angst/fluff #req

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