#curriculum concerns

[gwmac]

The 'Leader in Me' Phenomenon: Leadership Elixir or Educational Mirage?

Introduction The “Leader in Me” program, inspired by Stephen Covey’s renowned book “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People,” has been widely adopted by many American schools with the aim of nurturing leadership qualities and character development in students. However, its rapid adoption has sparked a spectrum of critiques, challenging its efficacy and potential implications on student growth.…

[mochinomnoms]

Hey mochi! I was talking with some friends and in came the topic of periods. That got me thinking: would the boys have sex ed at the two leg camp (I FORGOTTHE NAME SORRY)?? My friend called it "egg yeeting" and I just imagine mc casually mentioning it to them. I feel like we would see literal bubbles coming out of their ears trying to figure it out!

-Nana Anon (can I claim that? I have no creativity for aliases LOL)

(lol Nana is another word for grandma so im just reading this as grandma anon)

I think it would depend on how conservative we want to view the camp. On one hand, the best thing would be to teach them about both sets of reproductive organs so they are familiar with the terminology at the very least and not surprised when they meet someone having a period.

On the other hand, there is a likely case that the camp would only strictly teach them their own reproductive organs and bodies, much like modern day sex ed. I think this is probably the most likely case, even though the former would be the smarter thing.

It's also stated that Azul and Jade researched a lot about land before turning human (and Floyd absorbed that info lol). But I think it's implied that they mostly learned about cultural stuff, so they still might not be familiar with human biology until land camp.

[myrfing]

people are like "kids these days are stunningly illiterate" but i kind of see this across the board of all ages. you ever seen a 50 y/o try to write an email without autocorrect. pretty much all of my emt instructors also could not like, spell

[melonthesprigatito]

You ever just suddenly unlock a memory of something from your childhood that lay completely forgotten in the back of your mind for nearly a decade?

I just had the cartoon Puppy in my Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville pop into my head today and I INSTANTLY got flashbacks to the summer of 2011. It was on every day at 3pm after My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I watched it every single day for that entire summer, I even dragged my parents home from whatever they were doing just so I never missed an episode.

I collected all these figures and this plushie of Princess Ava (my favourite character and the reason why siamese cats are my favourite cat breed) which I DIDN'T lose, by the way, I know exactly where it is, it's buried in my toy basket under a mountain of plushies stacked on top of it and I couldn't be bothered getting it for this one photo so have a stock image instead.

Genuinely one of my favourite cartoons as a kid.

So today I remembered it and out of curiosity, I checked to see if it had a TV Tropes page and it does. I was aware that the cartoon is Italian dubbed into English. This is important and ultimately led to one of the most horrific discoveries I've ever made in my life.

Puppy in my Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville was made by an Italian company called Mondo TV. That raised alarm bells for me when I read that particular part of the TV Tropes page. I remember hearing that name in several "Worst Animated Movies of All Time" lists on YouTube

So I clicked on the blue link to Mondo TV on TV Tropes to see what else they made and…

THIS WONDERFUL PART OF MY CHILDHOOD THAT BROUGHT ME SO MANY FOND MEMORIES

WAS MADE BY THE SAME PEOPLE WHO MADE THESE

The fucking SHIVER THAT RAN DOWN MY SPINE. I can't believe that the people who made Puppy In My Pocket also made the fucking animated Titanic movies (with talking animals, nobody dying because everybody got saved by magic whales, a dog that does a rap number in 1912 and Atlantis) and that one North Korean Lion King/Jungle Book crossover soccer anime 😭

I've seen the likes of Nostalgia Critic, PhantomStrider and Saberspark tear these movies apart!

Suddenly I'm 200% certain that Puppy in my Pocket isn't nearly as good as I remember and I've decided that I won't rewatch it because I want to keep those wholesome memories and not destroy them any further.

To say I'm distraught would be an understatement

[elexuscal]

"it's concerning if university students are genuinely struggling to read full adult-level books for class" and "don't overstate the reporting of a single news article" and "if this shift is genuinely real, it's reflective of broad curriculum changes in lower education levels, probably at least in part due to remote schooling during COVID, and doesn't mean the new generation is being willfully Stupid and Vapid" and "when reading for personal pleasure people should read whatever they like without shame" and "reading from a broad variety of genres, styles, and authorial backgrounds will improve your understanding of both literature and the real world" and "actively mocking people for their tastes in books does not encourage them to become more adventurous you're just being mean" and also "but seriously adult books are not just boringly pretentious nothingburgers padded with pointless sex scenes, and claiming they are just shows how little you've read" all can and should co-exist.

[lutair]

The study, in construction and conclusion, is deeply flawed. The students are not asked to analyze the text or synthesize themes. They are told to translate it into plain English. The study is timed, and you may say "oh they do not need to finish," but the students are employing timed examination strategies (i.e., finish one section well enough initially and come back if there is time) and very clearly, in the quotes listed in the study, experiencing test anxiety. The study is not purporting to be about text analysis under testing conditions, so i would call this a huge failure to contain external variables. The conclusion reached by the authors is that the majority of students could not even FINISH the novel. This part especially baffled me. There is no evidence provided in the examples that would lead me or any reasonable person to conclude that after a failing to infer metaphor from a 20-minute, sentence-by-sentence translation task that these students would fail to complete a novel. It's bad science.

So I decided to read the actual study (link) - it's totally free. TL;DR: the study is testing how well people in the 21st century can understand the specific nuances of 19th century London. This is not "reading comprehension", they are testing whether you know things like what a "Michaelmas Term" (Wikipedia) is. This is... to put it politely, not a normal part of reading comprehension in any sort of day to day task. This study is exclusively about your ability to read and be familiar with the nuances of 19th century English Literature as a specific body.

The study structure was 20 minutes to read aloud seven paragraphs. So, while one was allowed a quick Google or a peek at the dictionary, there isn't really time to do any sort of deep dive - this is a test of whether you are already familiar with this sort of work.

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Oh, but it wasn't just 20 minutes to read it out loud: every few sentences, the facilitator would poke the subject to explain the last few sentences. Not summarize, no: they wanted a full dissection. "Dickens is setting the atmosphere by describing the fog" was considered a failure of comprehension. The only explanation they provide that counts as a "pass" is almost twice as long as the actual passage itself!

It's not even really clear if they made it clear to the subjects that they were looking for this sort of verbose summary - the facilitator just replies "O.K." regardless of how detailed their response is.

I cannot imagine I would do terribly better, given 20 minutes to read aloud 7 paragraphs, and being constantly prodded to regurgitate the material at random intervals!

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I really do NOT consider it worth reading, but here's a link to the original post for posterity's sake: https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/783379386552516608?source=share

[gravitascivics]

AVOID THE EITHER/OR

On February 13th, with the posting, “Early On,”[1] this blog began a series of offerings that argue American society has higher levels of deviant behavior than one finds in many other societies – particularly advanced countries.  This claim is hard to define and measure.  Here is what Statista reports:

In the United States, violent crimes are defined as incidents involving force or the threat of force. … Comparing the number of committed crimes in U.S. by category, property crime far outnumbers violent crime, while aggravated assault accounts for some two-thirds of all violent crime. Over the last two decades, the number of violent crimes in the United States has fallen dramatically; there were 1.93 million violent crimes in 1992 in comparison to 1.2 million violent crimes in 2022. A similar story is told by looking at the violent crime rate per 100,000 residents, which factors in the role population growth plays in increasing the overall number of crimes.[2]

Or as Data Pandas reports:

Despite being one of the world's most developed countries, the United States ranks 52nd, with a Crime Index of 47.81. The relatively high index in an advanced nation like the U.S. underscores the fact that crime is not merely a problem of underdeveloped or developing countries but a universal challenge.[3]

While there are other nations with higher rates of crime and other forms of deviance, the above amply reports levels that should capture the nation’s attention. 

Of course, there are many factors involved in this state of dysfunction.  Using a historical approach, recent postings described the effects of various constructs, e.g., transcendentalism and perceptual psychology, in the development of this deviance.  The postings have attempted to explain how the claims of these constructs dispose their advocates to champion meaningful degrees of individualism and self-centeredness, mental dispositions one can see as disposing people to engage in deviant behavior.

          Consequently, such socialization has even led to problematic levels of other anti-social mindsets, even nihilism.  Of course, all of this can’t help affecting how civics education will be conducted in American schools.  A good deal of those effects are underlying factors and not conscious to the educators who man those classrooms.  But before describing what these forces mean to curriculum, it is important to keep in mind that this is a societal problem.  In no way can schools be given the task, single-handedly, of definitively solving the problem.

          While this disclaimer might seem obvious, it has been the practice of societal decision makers to dump many components of the above situation in the “laps” of educators.  Of course, this is counterproductive and only serves to stretch the limited resources schools have at their disposal to try to meet the educational responsibilities cited in these earlier postings.

          What this blog will describe is limited to how the curriculum can, from its perspective, consider the forces causing the dysfunctional elements of this state of being, i.e., a society full of deviant related strife.  This blogger hopes that interested parties understand the central source of these problems has had a long history and goes to the core of American attitudes. 

Again, it’s a cultural problem.  Only societal wide changes can shift these attitudes.  That aim is surely beyond the ability of schools to accomplish.  So, given all of this, what are the implications for social studies – that portion of curriculum most relevant to societal concerns emanating from its culture.

And here, a bit of context is in order:  The general custom among people, this blogger notes, is to think dichotomously.  In this case, either a person is authoritarian or democratic; either loves children or is indifferent to their needs.  These are lazy reactions.  The problems these postings address and the problems they have caused, place educators on guard against the easy, sentimentalist answers to those problems. 

In that vein, this blogger is not against many of the sentiments expressed by those expounding the virtues of individualism – often mistakenly treated as being synonymous with liberty.  The concern here lies in the fact that reality does not exist only in the domain of one’s own house and family, but also in the communal parameters individuals and families find themselves.

          The overall described conditions this blog has reviewed have implications for the social studies curriculum but also curriculum in general.  With a more contained ambition than is usually expressed by curriculum writers, what follows are adjustments that can allow a more useful posture given the challenges.  That is, a functional curriculum should adjust in certain dimensions:

There should be a heavy emphasis on the concerns of communities – that in which a school’s students live and, in the nation, generally.

Knowledge, as an element of a curriculum, should be treated beyond sets of facts to memorize, but as functional, useful elements in solving societal problems or addressing societal concerns.

Curriculum proposals should be in the form of options that a teacher can manipulate, tweak, or otherwise accommodate the students and/or social conditions teachers face.  And …

Discipline, beyond the prescriptions from perceptual psychology or any other strategy, should be treated by teachers in a realistic manner – avoiding simplistic generalized approaches (either too lenient, ala perceptual psychology, or too demanding, ala “I take no guff” approach).

These dimensions are suggested by the pioneer work on deviance by Emile Durkheim and Robert Merton.[4]

          While a formal development of an argument suggested by Durkheim and Merton is beyond the purposes of this presentation, these sociologists’ collective work presents a social model for explaining deviance.  And this marks a good place to end this posting and invite readers to click onto this blog’s next posting for a description of these giants’ contribution to addressing deviance.

[1] See Robert Gutierrez, “Early On,” Gravitas:  A Voice for Civics, February 13, 2024, “Representations of Reality,” February 16, 2024, “The TV Effect,” February 20, 2024, “The Perceptual Angle,” February 23, and The Ongoing Factors Affecting Nihilism, February 27, 2024, URL:  https://gravitascivics.blogspot.com/.  Use archives feature to access individual postings,

[2] “Violent Crime in the U.S. – Statistics & Facts,” Statista, December 18, 2023, accessed February 28, 2024, URL:  https://www.statista.com/topics/1750/violent-crime-in-the-us/#topicOverview.

[3] “Crime Rate by Country,” Data Pandas (n.d.), accessed February 29, 2024, URL:  https://www.datapandas.org/ranking/crime-rate-by-country.  Out of 136 countries, the US is ranked the 56th most crime ridden.

[4] Marshall B. Clinard, “The Theoretical Implications of Anomie and Deviant Behavior,” in Anomie and Deviant Behavior, edited by Marshall B. Clinard (New York, NY:  The Free Press, 1964), 1-56.

[heartyluv]

Note: My goodness, we’ve reached the end LOLLL. I just want to take the time to say thank you all so much for enjoying this little series. It started as a quick little angst fic, but then when I saw how many people asked for more, I knew I had to expand on it. Every single engagement with this story has made my heart so warm. I hope that you enjoy this final part!

Creds to @/kimjiho1 and @/strangergraphics for the dividers.

Warning: Smut (WE MADE IT), a gun gets pointed at you (NOT BY CALEB OMG), a little angsty, tooth-achingly sweet overall, they are so cute it’s insufferable

Word Count: 7K (Idek how..) I proofread so many times, but I do it on my own, so pleaseeee forgive me for any grammatical errors!

Summary: Finale! Part four to Ex-Husband!Caleb.

Part One �� Part Two • Part Three

Ex-Husband!Caleb/Reader ~ Part Four

The kids were in bed earlier than usual because of how tired they were from all the fun they had with their father over the weekend as the house settled in comfortable silence. Officially, you were prepared for a night of doing absolutely nothing.

Unfortunately, Caleb had to cut their stay a little shorter than usual, hurriedly dropping them off in the early afternoon today. He had quickly explained as he handed you their bags, that he received a phone call from work. You wondered if he noticed how he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek as if it were routine before he told you he’d call you when he got there.

The kids were supposed to be back with you later in the evening, and he did up reaching out and apologized for the abrupt arrival. Caleb hated to have to cut time with them, but after being informed that it was an emergency that required his presence, you could let it slide this once.

Freshly showered, house clean, and your babies safe in their beds, you sat down to start a book you haven’t had the chance to pick up since you bought it. Despite it being a quarter to eleven, you weren’t even remotely tired, but it was only a few pages that were flipped before you were interrupted by your phone pinging with a text message.

Caleb ❤️: Hey, I’m outside. Didn’t want to ring the bell and wake the kids. Open up?

Immediately you were confused after reading it, truthfully a little concerned more than anything. Rushing up and off your corduroy couch, you pulled the front door open to find Caleb with a pink princess book bag slung over his shoulder and wearing the white dress shirt with black slacks you saw him in earlier. His clothes were slightly disheveled from a seemingly tough day, but he’s never looked so good. He smiled at you when greeted by your pretty face.

“Blythe forgot her book bag. With all the rushing, I didn’t even notice we never grabbed it on our way out.” His hand extends with it in tow for you to receive. “I got to my apartment and it was the brightest thing in my living room,” he chuckles. “Didn’t want anyone panicking about where it was tomorrow, so I thought it was best to drop it off.”

“Thanks.” You grin to yourself, all that worry immediately dissipating. For a moment, you wondered what Caleb’s apartment must look like if anything that wasn’t related to his little girl was a dull sight. It brought you a swift ache of sadness, but you quickly gathered yourself. “I wish you hadn’t drove all this way, through. They don’t have school tomorrow.”

“They don’t?” His head tilts to the side in thought.“Oh shit, you’re right. Teacher development.”

“Teacher development,” you say at the same time that he does. You appreciated that your kids’ school has a day every few months where teachers are to attend workshops to improve on their skills, curriculums, and yearly plans. You saw the positive result of that reinforcement in your children’s academic success and excitement daily.

“But, still, thank you. How are you, though? Was everything okay at work?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Just a last minute important meeting that I couldn’t miss. I’ll make it up to you and the kids.”

“It’s okay, Caleb. No worries. We understand.”

With tired eyes, he looks over you and suddenly, you feel naked despite your large t-shirt and sweatpants.

“I should head back,” he sighs. “It’s late and I need to eat something. Goodnight, pretty.”

A quick thought flashes in your mind as he gets ready to turn around. You wondered if it was a coincidence—perhaps fate?

“Wait,” you gently take hold of his bicep, trying your best to not groan at the way he effortlessly flexes in your clutch. “Guess what I made.” Caleb looks at where you touch him, his body relaxing immediately like muscle memory.

“You teasing me with something I can’t have?” He quirks a brow in amusement.

“Who said you couldn’t?”

The breathy laugh he exhales makes you grin wider. Since that first date with Caleb, you’ve gone on quite a few this last month. Successfully, you’re taking it slow—well, as slow as you could with a history like what you and he shared. It’s the happiest you’ve been, even if he was the one who originally brought you sadness so immense that you’d never wish it on anyone, in the first place.

Life was weird that way. What could shape and define you could also gain and own the power to absolutely crush everything that encompasses your entire existence. Whether Caleb intended to or not, that’s exactly what happened with your heart in his hands. But you could comfortably say that in this moment, there would never be a repeat of the latter.

You have fully accepted that you wanted this man back in your life. With the way that everything was lining up right now, you believed that the universe was just as accepting of that.

“What are you saying, baby?”

“I’m saying,” you pull him closer and he moves with ease as if drawn to you like a audience entranced by a powerful operatic chorus. “That I want to do something for you this time. I think you’ll be quite surprised when you see it.”

“You don’t have to do anything for me.” He places his other hand over yours, taking ahold of it and bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss.

“Good thing I said that I wanted to, didn’t I?”

You don’t let him try and weasel his way out of something you know he wants, too. Caleb is never ashamed to admit how desperate he is to be with and around you—to be in your space. But he’s been so afraid of rushing anything because of the boundaries you initially set in place. You completely understood and thanked him consistently for it. That’s why you have to be the one to give him that nudge.

Once’s he’s pulled inside, you take his hand and lead him to the kitchen to sit at the island. He watches with curiosity as you fiddle with a pot of something on the stove after getting a plate from the cabinet.

You’re glad that you didn’t put dinner away with the intention of having some for yourself since you didn’t get the chance to eat from being so busy with house chores.

As the plate you made heated in the microwave, the most delicious smell entered Caleb’s nostrils—an aroma he would never dare to forget. He didn’t want to disrupt the peaceful silence, not just yet. Not until he was absolutely sure. But when you pulled the plate out after a few minutes and placed it in front of him, it took everything in him not to stand and kiss you.

“Your roast?” he says with shock as he looks up from the savory gravy spilling into the homemade mashed potatoes.

“Mhm,” you lean over the counter, holding yourself around your arms. “I bought one on my own a few days after we went grocery shopping together and I hadn’t had the courage to make it. I was afraid I lost my touch,” you shrugged. “Finally decided to give it a go, and what a coincidence that you show up, hm?”

You usher him to eat, knowing that he wants to hang onto every word you’re saying, but you want him to kill that hunger first. He doesn’t need further convincing—hell, he didn’t need it in the first place. You tentatively watch as he scoops up some of the food with the fork, bringing it to his mouth while you ramble as a way to protect your mind and heart from what he could say.

“It’s not as fresh, especially because it was in the microwave. I’m sorry if it’s not quite the same. It’s just been so long and I thought about how you said you’d like to have it again one da—”

“Baby,” he interrupts you. He goes in for another bite, like he needs further confirmation, making you push a gentle laugh out through your nose. “This…is fucking perfect.”

“Yeah? Honest?” you ask with a twinkle in your eyes at his praise. “I haven’t had the chance to try it myself, but the kids liked it. I’m happy you do, too.”

“Honest. I’d never lie to you, you know that.” The fork makes occasional clinks against the ceramic plate the more he indulges. Caleb didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling you that he hasn’t had a home cooked meal in so long that he couldn’t remember the last time. Since you two separated, he barely cooked for himself because being in the kitchen reminded him too much of all the times you were there with him. It reminded him of all the dinners he made you eat alone, all the times he should’ve been there and wasn’t.

“Wait, you haven’t eaten?” he asks, realization settling in.

You shake your head. “Just never got around to it, but I planned on eating when—”

“Aht, open your mouth.” He puts a generous amount of food on the fork, lifting it up to your lips. “I wouldn’t have let you feed me first if I knew that.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you roll your eyes, looking at the offering with a feeling of inappropriateness at the way he commanded you.

Caleb can’t help his dirty thoughts either as his cock stirs in his pants when your plump lips wrap around the metal he wishes he could switch places with. He has to look back at his food when you lick your lips of any potential residue, refusing to give his dick any false hope.

You were shocked by how good it was, honestly. But you couldn’t bring yourself to stomach anymore because your body was being distracted by a feeling that you’ve come to feel every time Caleb is around you for longer than twenty minutes without fail.

Need.

It wasn’t without difficulty as you tried to engage in conversation with him after he finished up and cleaned the kitchen for you. He put the leftovers away in their respective containers, rolled up his sleeves, and conversed with you while washing the dishes that he refused to let you touch. Soon after when he finished, the water was turned off and he dried his hands.

It was a moment of silence and you took advantage of it to completely analyze him. His soft hair that rested against his brows, his slender nose that you missed tracing, the mouth you’ve kissed too many times as of late, the angular shape of his jaw, his thick neck that you missed licking.

He was perfect. So perfect that the words that fell from your lips scared you despite how right they felt.

“Caleb,” you call to him, making him give you his attention. “I miss you.”

The memory of how he expressed that same thing to you on Christmas Eve causes the man to grow tense. Now that you were admitting it too, there was a sense of being complete that shook him to his core.

“You miss me?” he repeats with a whisper, needing you to say it again so he knows he’s not dreaming. He would hope there wasn’t anything out there to be so cruel to him, but still, he needed confirmation.

You decide that there was no more fear needed, no more trying to keep up walls that he has already knocked down.

You love him—so fucking much. Admitting that to yourself set you free in a way that gives you everlasting peace. There was no point in waiting anymore, no such thing as slow with the way your heart rapidly beat in your chest. You’re sick of trying to prove a point that’s been lost the deeper you’ve fallen for him all over again—sick of feeling guilty for loving him despite everything he put you through.

Like he’s told you before, he has a lifetime with you to correct it all.

“I do.” Your breath is heady as you get closer to him, letting your folded arms drop. You need to be the one to shatter this thin facade of glass that’s been weakened with every encounter.

He studies your face—seeing the longing that matches his own. Your hand comes up to his jaw, cupping his face as your thumb glides across his soft lips. His shakily exhales, becoming putty under your touch.

He holds your hand against his cheek, turning his head just enough to kiss your wrist that has the faint smell of his favorite perfume that he keeps a bottle of. The contact makes your core tingle as he savors your closeness.

“I want it,” you push out, unable to help yourself anymore. Caleb’s eyes flick to you with a swiftness, his throat working to swallow before he can speak. “You. I want you.”

“Where do you want me, baby?” he says lowly, the desire etched into your features unmistakable.

Your eyes flutter, unable to vocalize anything further with the ache in you craving nothing but him in and on you. You meet in the middle, your lips crashing into each other’s as he pulls you in by your waist to keep you flushed against him.

Frenziedly you grab onto him, your hands finding anchor in his hair the harder he kisses you. You whimper into his mouth as he exhales through a moan, his hands sweeping down your back to grab your ass like it’ll merge you together.

The wet sounds of your mouths caressing and your saliva mixing makes your pussy pulse. Impatiently, your hands come to the buttons of his shirt, pulling at them to reveal him to you in a way you haven’t been able to see in far too long. He doesn’t stop you, matching your efforts by tugging on the waistband of your sweats.

“Fuck this,” he mumbles, hastily lifting you up to make your legs wrap around his waist. There was no such thing as heavy when it came to a man like Caleb. It took him zero effort to hold you up as he walked to the bedroom you and he once shared.

As quietly as he can, he shuts the door with his foot then places you down on the bed. Thankful for the light that you’ve always kept on in the bedroom, he can kiss your lips a few more times before he hesitantly separates to lock the door. He’s back on top of you in seconds though, making you fall back into the plush mattress as his shirt is finally pulled down his broad shoulders. It falls somewhere of little importance as he presses gentle kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“I miss you, too,” he says in between his pecs. “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I’ve done.”

Your legs spread wider to let him press deeper, your fingers gliding through his scalp as he pours his heart out. “You’ve always been mine, always been my wife…and ‘m so sorry for taking that for granted. I’m sorry for hurting you—for breaking us. I’m sorry for abandoning you.”

“Caleb…” you cry out softly as he stands. “Please…”

“I know, pretty.” You can’t stop looking at the bulge in his pants and his strong hands that work to undo his belt. “I need to hear you tell me you want my cock... Just once, baby. Please...”

You’ve never been so horny and turned on in your life. You don’t want to just watch him though, so you sit up to help rid him of the rest of his garments. He looks into your eyes as you gaze up at him, your delicate fingers unbuttoning his pants while you nestle your cheek in his hand that tenderly touches your face. Swiftly, you pull them down his strong thighs.

“I want my husband back.” His pupils dilate at the way you claim him. “I want you to fuck me like you used to. Make me feel what it was like to be full of your cock again, Caleb…”

He can’t think straight. His abs ripple with every breath, incapable of waiting any longer and using all his strength to pull you up further into the bed with him after getting his slacks and everything else all the way.

“Tell me you forgive me,” he begs, his voice cracking with emotion at the way your eyes linger on him with so much love. He yanks your sweatpants and your panties down your legs, the sight of your pussy nearly making a fool out of the desperate man.

“I forgave you a long time ago,” you admit.

His body trembles as he goes for your shirt next, your full breasts a sight he’s missed so fucking much when he removes it. He fulfills his selfish desire of tasting you, sucking your hardened nipples into his mouth. You quietly moan, not wanting to be too loud no matter how much you wish you could be.

Your hips buck up, grinding against his clothed erection but feeling every part of him so perfectly despite the thin barrier. He feasts on you like the starved man he’s been at the loss of such bliss for far too long.

“Put it in, please…” you implore. “I can’t…it’s too much…”

He nods into your flesh, his mouth slightly parted as he braces a hand on the side of your head. You assist him in pulling his underwear down, his cock gently making contact with your hot cunt. You both moan at the brief touch, the sight of his precum leaking onto your puffy lips nearly causing him to come without even being inside you yet.

“Look at me when I slide in,” he asks sweetly. “I want your eyes on me.”

You listen, staring into his intense gaze as the head of his cock catches at your tight hole. Your eyes nearly flutter shut, but you heed his command, struggling to keep them open.

“That’s it,” he groans, his hips slowly inching forward. “Fuck, you still take me so well…”

Your back arches off the sheets below you when his entire length fills you, taking everything that is you and making it his.

You can’t stop squeezing him. Your body knew that it missed him as mush as your heart did.

Tears well in your eyes, causing you to sniffle from the overwhelming feeling of it all. Caleb leans down to kiss your eyes, his cock pulsing inside of you as he waits for you to give him the okay.

“Move,” you mewl. “Please…please move…”

Caleb begins by grinding into you before he pulls back almost completely before sinking back inside as your gummy walls suck him in. He starts gaining a consistent pace, trying not to fuck you too fast or he’ll come before you do.

“You’re so tight, hah—fuck…” he breathes, watching how your wetness makes a mess on his cock. Your cunt can’t stop squelching, making a point of telling him how good you feel without a word needing to be uttered from your lips.

He pulls your hands that grab at his back, one by one, placing them beside your head as his fingers glide against your palm before intertwining with yours. Caleb’s memorized by the way your tits jump every time he thrusts into you, his composure faltering with every tight movement within your walls.

Soft plaps of skin become the only sound relevant besides the heavy breathing and slight creaks of the bed.

You’ve been trying to keep your sounds low, but when he reaches deeper into you, his balls slapping against you every time he’s sheathed completely in your heat, you cry out so loud that he has to kiss you to keep you silent—no matter how much he wants to hear it.

Hot tears falls down your face from the pleasure of his hands holding yours so tight, his tongue moving within your mouth, and his cock snuggly moving inside of you.

“I love you,” you weep, feeling your orgasm approach. “Caleb, I love you…”

“Oh, baby…” he grunts, his grinding against your clit. “I love you, too…So much,” he kisses your lips, the quick press wet and messy. “So fucking much…”

You’re crying like a valve has been broken inside of you. You want to be embarrassed but you can’t be, not when he starts to sniffle above you, burying his face in your neck.

“Let me touch you..” you beg. His hands fall away from yours, his forearms bracing on either side of you while your hands tightly grabbing his hair as his onslaught rocks you up and down. It’s not fast enough to be considered rough and not too slow that it frustrates you. Similar to this moment—it’s absolutely perfect.

“Can I come inside?” he whispers meekly, his voice racked with emotion.

“Yes…”

With his hard chest against your tits and your nipples grazing against him, you come so hard that you have to bite his shoulder to suppress your sounds. Caleb does the same to your neck, licking at his bite as his cum starts to flood your womb.

The more you squeeze him, the more his cum leaks out of your hole. He sits up, his cheeks just as wet with tears as yours are.

“I missed this.” He kisses your nose. “I can’t wait to marry you again,” he mumbles.

You smile when he wipes your tears and you do the same for him.

“Neither can I.”

When you stir awake the next morning, you frown to find your bed empty. It’s the faint sound of Caleb’s voice somewhere in the house that relaxes your mind. As you take a deep breath, the memories of last night make you cover your face with a grin so wide that it makes your heart sing.

After the emotional sex, Caleb cleaned you up before sliding into the spot next to you and immediately fell asleep with you tightly wrapped in his arms. You touch your lips as you think about the way he kissed you, your neck in memory of how he breathed and cried into you, down your breasts as if you could still feel the way he sucked on your nipples.

You were so gone for him that you wondered if you’ve fallen harder than the first time you ever did.

After sliding out of the bed, you throw on a fresh shirt and shorts to go see where your man went. You take a peek into your kids’ room before you head downstairs, only to find it empty. It makes you smile at the scene you know you’ll see.

“Daddy, I want a heart pancake!” Blythe pouts loudly.

“I want a dinosaur, daddy!” Jonah adds in.

Soft music plays as you round the corner and you see that Blythe is sitting at the table coloring while Jonah is sitting on the counter beside Caleb, helping his dad cook with pure enthusiasm.

With his back turned, you feel nothing but heat in your stomach at the sweatpants he wears and his strong back he has on display. The domestic scene of him cooking with your babies has you ready to selfishly sneak him away for a few minutes.

After last night, you already know that the both of you are bound to become insatiable.

“Goo’ moring, mommy!” Blythe yells with a wide grin, her dimples similar to her brother who does the same when they notice you.

“We didn’t know daddy spent night!”

“It was a surprise,” you wink at her. “Were you?”

“Was I what?” She tilts her little head just like her dad.

“Surprised.”

“Oh. Mhm!” she nods vigorously. “He’s silly because he tickle my feet when I was sleepin’!”

Caleb turns his head to see you, telling you to come here with a tilt of his head. You walk up to your daughter first, kissing her head. “Daddy is really silly, huh?”

You then approach Jonah to kiss his cheek. “What about you? He tickled you, too?”

“Nope, I beat him up! Can’t get me.”

Your eyes widen in amusement at Jonah flexing as he tries to prove that he beat his dad’s ass.

“He’s violent—just like you,” Caleb jokes and you smack his arm. “See?”

“Sit at the table for me, J.” Caleb gives Jonah a fist bump before he jumps down to sit beside his sister. You look into the pan at the fresh heart pancake he started.

“Artist, huh?”

“I dabble.” His hands sneak around your waist and your hands caress his strong arms. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really good.”

He kisses your lips with a hum. “Good. You hungry?”

“For food and…other things…”

Caleb just smiles, his hand going behind your neck to bring you into a deep kiss. You groan into his mouth, making sure you remain aware that your kids are right there, but they make it known in case you didn’t.

“EW!” Jonah fake vomits.

Blythe laughs at her brother’s exaggeration, her head falling back as she breaks into hysterical laughter. You and Caleb keep kissing, but not without teeth occasionally hitting because you can’t stop laughing.

“Don’t burn her pancake,” he presses several kisses to you. “She won’t be laughing, then.”

“It’ll be your fault.”

“You want it to be.”

He licks his lips. “Sit down so I can feed you. Eggs the same?”

You nod and turn to walk away so you can sit with your kids. He makes a quick move of hitting your ass when he sees that they’re distracted by their crayons and paper again, evoking you to throw back a middle finger. He laughs at you, but in truth—you desperately need him to do that again.

You haven’t heard from Caleb in four days and at first, it scared the shit out of you. Now? You felt like he was avoiding you for a reason you were unaware of.

It’s been two weeks since the first time you made love after all these years, and like you presumed, he and you were all over each other at any given opportunity as if every time could be the last.

Well, with this being the first time in history he’s gone no contact at any point in all the years that you’ve known him, the sex you had four days ago in his car was feeling like the last.

You tried calling him over and over, blew up his phone with text messages, but to no avail. On the second day, you phoned his job, only to learn that he was still regularly coming in. That floored you, made you heart sting with…you refused to make it negative.

Maybe he was busy?

You then called his parents after that and they said they had just spoken to him the first day he went cold turkey on you.

You spent the rest of that night and all of yesterday with nothing but sorrow and anger, every bit of those emotions trickling into today.

The kids were just as confused, but they were easy to convince with a lie that their father had something work related to take care of and that they’d see him soon. You’d never ruin his image in their eyes for any reason, no matter how upset he could make you. But despite all of this, you know Caleb. He would never abandon you or his kids, but the silence, how abrupt it was—you wanted answers.

You honestly couldn’t wonder or try to cultivate anything in your mind, whether it be positive or negative, because none of it made sense.

But it didn’t stop you from feeling insecure, the flicker of being abandoned by him before evoking something nearly violent.

The kids ran to the front door, giggling and ready to begin the typical routine they have after school. Your attempt to unlock the door stopped when your phone rang. You quickly pulled it out, looked at the screen, and hoped to see that stupid red heart you had with Caleb’s name—only to be perplexed because of a number you’ve never seen before.

Dread fueled you. He was fine…right? He had to be fine. As a Colonel, if anything happened to him, it would never be told to you over the phone. Unless he was in the hospital or something. What if..?

You immediately picked up at that realization, and a lady’s voice began to speak.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. On behalf of Colonel Caleb Xia of the Farspace Fleet, he has cordially invited you and your children to the Farspace Annual Celebration.”

Rather than relief, you were fucking furious. He’s been ignoring you and making you think the worst of yourself and of the situation between you both while he’s been getting ready for a damn party?

“What?” you say in disbelief as your children look at you, confused by your sharp tone. “Listen, just…Do you have a way that I can contact him because he won’t answer—”

“I’ve been instructed to simply inform you of the invite and to be ready for the car that will be coming to your home at approximately 7:00 this evening. Dress code is formal and—”

“Where is this being held?”

“Excuse me?”

“The party!” you snap. “Address. What is it?” You were done waiting and playing nice. You were getting something and you were getting it today.

The lady read the address out to you, confirming that it would be at his job as you suspected. It was always a thought to just show up, but you knew there was a whole thing with clearance and you didn’t want the headache, but Caleb has officially made you a walking issue.

Before when he abandoned you, you shut down. You wallowed in pity.

He would have to deal with you this time.

There was not a care in you when you hung up. You weren’t listening to a fucking word anymore. Now a woman on a mission, you corrected your behavior to properly communicate with your children since they didn’t deserve to deal with your emotions.

“Kids, cmon, we’re gonna see grandma and grandpa.” They looked at you with so many questions.

“Is daddy there?” Jonah asked hopefully.

“He’s not, bub,” you got down to his level when he frowned. “But I’m gonna bring him to you, okay? I promise.”

Jonah nodded and Blythe wrapped her little arms around her now sad brother. Caleb’s bullshit was affecting your kids and you wouldn’t have it.

After getting to your parents house, while surprised, of course they were happy to see you.

“Hey, hon,” your mother pressed her cheek to yours. “You okay? You look…”

“Pissed off, your father interjected.

“I can’t talk about it right now, but as soon as I get some answers, I’ll call you. You mind watching them for me, please? I’ll come get them tonight as soon as I can—”

“Woahh, alright, slow down,” your father put his hands on your shoulders when you start speaking faster than your mouth can keep up with. Your mother takes the kids as she sees you getting ready to break down by the quiver in your lip.

“Caleb…” you push out, inhaling sharply in an effort to stay together when your kids are out of earshot. “I haven’t seen him or heard a thing in days, but he’s talking to everyone but me… Just when I thought we were good. I thought we were fixed…”

“And what are you intending to do about that right now that it has you like this?”

“I know where he might be and I need to get over there before I start feeling worse.”

“You want me to come with you?”

You shake your head, needing to confront Caleb on your own without potential judgment and concern about how you’ll react.

“Keep your head steady then, you hear me?” Your dad holding your face in his hands makes you feel like a little girl again. You shakily nod.

“I promised you that I would never let him hurt you again—that no one would ever hurt you the way you did—again. Believe me when I say that it’s a vow I’m keeping.”

You let the heaviness of his words stir in your chest, the intensity of it marinating in its meaning

“I hear you, dad,” you assure him as you pull away. “I gotta go. I’ll call you.”

“Please do. We got Blythe and Jonah.”

After you leave your parents’ home, you’re in front of Farspace’s facility faster than you even expected. You were sure you’d be getting several tickets, but once you dealt with Caleb, he could handle them since he’s the reason you’d have them in the first place.

You would start here since this was closer than Caleb’s apartment building and if he wasn’t here, for his sake, he’d better be home.

You couldn’t find it in you to be strategic, or well thought out. Instead, you got out of your car at the gate, fueled by rage and melancholy.

“Ma’am,” the two guards approached you with assault rifles in their hands. “You cannot be here without the proper authorization. Please state your business.”

“Colonel Caleb Xia,” you say steadily. “Where is he? Is he here?”

“I cannot share such information without the proper identification.”

“I’m his fucking wife!” you yell without thought.

“You need to clam down. I can neither confirm nor deny that statement, ma’am. Not without proper identification and even with it, that doesn’t grant you immediate entry.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You knew how ridiculous you were being, but how could anyone blame you if they knew what you were going through?

They didn’t though, and that’s what made all of this infinitely more difficult.

“You need to let me in there. I just need to see him if he’s here. I got a phone call about some Farspace event, okay? You don’t understand. It’s important…” Your thoughts are jumbled just as much as your sentences that barely make any sense to the men listening.

One of the guards voices something incoherent in his radio and the other one begins to point his gun at you. “I need you to put your hands above your head until we come to a solution.”

Okay…maybe you should‘ve thought this through a little bit. Because now you were looking down the barrel of something that could take your life if you didn’t watch yourself. As instructed, you place your hands where he told you to, and the other guard walks up to cuff your hands behind your back.

You’re like that for what feels like too long, intimated by the deadly machinery in your face as you’re forced to sit on the curb beside your car.

Caleb was speaking with one of the planners in the space where the event tonight would be held, ensuring everything was as perfect as he’d been planning for weeks. Three men soon rushed into the large room, their voices echoing off the walls as they greeted him with a salute.

“Colonel Xia, sir. There’s a situation at the front gate.”

“What is the situation?”

“An erratic woman, sir. Claiming to be your wife and demanding to be let in.”

Fuck. Fuck.

It’s all Caleb thought because he knew it was you. All the planning he did was going out the window and it was his fault. He knew better, but he thought just maybe…maybe he had a shot at pulling this off, even if you got a little upset with him. He thought it would be worth it in the end, but now you’re at his job and being called erratic.

Ignoring you the last few days was how he’d been able to get everything finalized as efficiently as he has. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have lasted long enough to make it something memorable. None of that mattered though if you were angry enough to be on the hunt for him.

You and him are much too alike.

He didn’t respond to the men who quickly followed him as he strode with purpose to get to you. Suddenly, several pairs of boots could be heard thumping against the gravel, but you refused to turn around—until you hear him.

“Would you care to explain why she is in handcuffs with your gun in her face? Has she not been detained already?”

Caleb.

And he sounds more furious than you did. If you were dealing with the brunt of it, just based on hearing his voice alone, you’d throw up. You turn your head and his eyes meet yours. You’re relieved to still see the love and concern in them. You scowl to make him see how livid you are, though.

“Colonel,” the man lowers his weapon. “This woman was—”

“You were doing your job, and for that, I unfortunately cannot punish you. But should you or anyone else have the audacity to do anything this stupid again, you’ll deal with me and only me. Have I made myself clear, or do you need further understanding?” The way he commands respect and threatens without hesitation is a man you’ve never heard before. “You don’t touch or speak to her unless I’ve instructed you to do so, and should you fail to follow my orders, it’ll be your last day standing.”

Yes, sir!” they say collectively.

“Uncuff her and get the fuck out of my face.”

When your wrists are released, Caleb immediately lifts you and like the baby you always become in his presence, your eyes begin to water. But you don’t let him hold you when he tries.

Your fists start to attack him, the hits not causing the burly man any harm as he stands there in his pristine colonel uniform that you’ve only seen him in once before.

“Days, Caleb!” you scream. “Fucking days! I thought you…” You choke on your sobs, never relenting.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he expressed sadly, his hand encircling your fist that weakly rests on his chest. “I’m sorry…”

“Not a word? You couldn’t tell me, anything!? After every fucking thing we’ve been through? Are you serious? You picked this shit again,” your hands gesture to his uniform. “Over me? Over your family?”

He shuts his eyes, gathering his words. “Never. You know that.”

“Do I…?” you question weakly.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t just let this happen how I intended. I do still have a lot to learn about you, don’t I?”

You’re so confused that what he’s saying sounds like gibberish.

“Can you just say whatever it is you need to say instead of trying to act like you’re some poet?”

He sighs before he begins explaining himself. “I was distant because I was planning, because I needed time to do everything. I needed to get your parents blessing, to curate tonight’s event that was supposed to be for the fleet—for you, for us.”

“My parents blessing? What are—“

“You supposed to let me finish, pretty,” he smiles gently.

“Well, you’re taking too fucking long!” you throw your hands in the air, making him chuckle as his gloved hand comes up to wipe your stray tears that grow cold on your face.

“I told you I’d never lie to you, so I didn’t want to make you believe anything that wasn’t true. But it was ignorant of me to handle it the way I did when I know what I’ve done to you before. And for that, I’m so sorry.” His heart can breathe a little when he sees you begin to relax. “I don’t have it on me, but even with what I’m about to do now, I’m doing it again tonight in front of everyone and our family—our kids.”

In the barren parking lot, he gets down on one knee.

Your eyes widen, your heart racing as he removes the black leather from his hands so that your skin touches.

“I failed you once, and I nearly did it again, didn’t I?” He kisses your hand. “And yet here you stand, chasing after me with that fire I fall in love with every day of my life. When I lost you the first time, I should’ve never been given the opportunity of a second chance. But it’s because of you and your forgiving heart that I’m here right now—that we’re here. You let me come back into your heart, into your body—you trusted me despite me breaking it after every moment of abandonment and doubt. You’ve got me on my knees, baby and for you, it’s where I’ll stay if it means that you’ll always be right here to hold me—to love me. To be my other half until we’re in the grave. I may not have your ring to slip onto your finger right now, but I’m selfishly asking you if you would make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me, again?”

You can’t speak when you look down at his puppy dog eyes—when you see the water that starts to pool in them while he waits for your answer. All you can do is nod as the burning love in your chest makes you get on your knees, too.

Those raging emotions? Calmed like the day after a destructive hurricane.

You take his face in your soft hands, kissing him deeply and basking in his love when he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Thank you for choosing me, over and over…” he presses his forehead to yours.

“You’re such a dork,” you hiccup, making him laugh that boyish chuckle that you love so much.

“Your dork.”

“My husband…” you breathe.

“My wife.” He brushes his nose against yours.

Having your best friend back like this is a reality you never thought would come. But Caleb never gave up, he never let it be goodbye—even if it felt like it would always be. For that, you will always treasure him and all your love belongs to him as it once did. This time though, nothing could ever be more important than you, him, and your children always being a unit. Everyday that you will spend together will be him proving that to you.

Despite the doubt and the fear, above it all—your love did in fact, win.

A/N: HOLY MOLY. HOW ARE WE FEELING?! WHAT ARE WE THINKING???? This…took me way longer than I thought and I’m kinda scared of what you guys are going to think so I might literally shut my phone down because if you don’t really like it, I may crash out LOLLLL. Whenever the comments start rolling in, we’ll talk about it thereeee. I luv you guys no matter what, though. GIVE IT TO ME STRAIGHT, DOC!!!!

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SUBREADERKIT PREDISASTER ONESHOT OR DRABBLE OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT!!!! Honestly I say go crazy apeshit cuz I really wanna see what u come up with but pretty please at some point let reader give a kissie to medkit ok... And since this is subreaderkit and not readerkit make subspace somehow happy too ig😒

.....I think I got. Veeeery late. Oh my god

--subreaderkit anon

warning this was not in fact a drabble . its 3.3k words

dead heat ✦⬧ predisaster subspace x reader x medkit 💝

the noises of shuffling papers and hasty writing can be thought of as unbearable to anyone else. but to the two young blackrockian researchers, the source of the aforementioned ruckus, it's everyday ambience. 

it'd be stranger not to hear it, really. in the rigorous curriculum of blackrock's institutions, there is a new project assigned every single week, and this week is evidently not an exception to this long-standing tradition.

brain rummaging through the right words to write, you tap your pen on your chin, eyes narrowing at the scrawled ink of the explanatory essay that was to be turned in alongside your project. the conclusion shouldn't be too hard, but after writing several pages about 'the long-term impacts of gears on an inphernal's biology' in the span of six hours? your brain's got nothing.

"..i can finish it, if you're stuck." a meek voice pipes up from behind you. if it weren't for the hand he gently clasped on your shoulder, as if cautious of startling you, you'd have missed the fact that he even spoke at all. 

by some stroke of luck bestowed unto you by the deities, you had somehow successfully nabbed the perfect student to be your partner. one of two incredibly promising rising prodigies in blackrock's institution: medkit. or, to be more accurate, he politely rejected every other student leaping over desks to be his partner and asked if you two could work together.

when he asked so nicely, with that particularly hopeful shine in his eyes begging you to say 'yes'… even if he assured you that 'no' was an option, he made it difficult to believe. it caught you off guard, considering how he preferred to work alone if it was an option. it's obvious that medkit doesn't need the assistance of others to succeed. his own capabilities are capable of taking him far and beyond, and they already do. not only that, he rarely spoke in class aside from answering whatever question the professor posed. 

he always stayed in his lane, hard-focused on himself.

but you guess this time was different. 

medkit himself felt different too. when he beelined right to your desk, his stiff posture yet purposeful stride was reminiscent of a wind-up toy soldier. and when he stood in front of you, in front of a singular inphernal, his fingers fidgeted more than when he presented in front of the whole class. he was lucky that he wasn't getting graded for talking to you, otherwise it would be the only F on his report card.

you had initially found it strange and out-of-character, outside of the consistent pattern that he worked inside of. but you'd be a fool to pass up a collaboration with medkit of all inphernals. your grades were good, but they could be even better. and you have no doubt in your mind that medkit knew that when he came up to you.

medkit was unintentionally conniving in that way, taking all factors into consideration and cornering you when he was sure that his desired outcome was guaranteed.

no matter how you looked at it, accepting medkit's partnership held only benefits for you. but you couldn't help but wonder what exactly medkit gained out of partnering with you. in terms of performance, you were above average, but nowhere near his level. many weren't. and in a facility packed full of inphernals who clawed their way to a high ranking, who cared not for others but for themselves and their faction, you cannot help but be skeptical of the possible idea of attached strings.

you glance over your back, meeting medkit's worried gaze with similar concern. his eyes are round, dark, and cute, you think. like a baby deer's. "oh, are- are you sure? you've been doing all of the heavy research work, so i ought to do all of the essay-"

but he simply shakes his head, "really, it's alright." you frown, staring intently at the blank space next to the last word you wrote. sensing your hesitance still, he continues, "this subject is one of my favorites in any case, it won't take long."

it's becoming increasingly and abundantly clear that you aren't winning here, so you get up from the desk with a drawn out sigh and hand over your pen to medkit. his fingers delicately curl around it when it plops in his palm, treating as gently as he would if it were your finger.

he replaces you in the seat, promptly jotting down new sentences with little time needed to think about them. in awe, you watch him work. as he writes, your eyes can't help but follow the end of your pen as it glides across the page: dotting an 'i', rising and falling for an 'l', or following the curved tail of a 'y'. 

then, your gaze falls from the hypnotic motion of the pen to the fresh ink shapes it leaves behind. medkit's handwriting resembles printed font, every word legibly neat and clear despite his vigorous writing speed. reading it feels as easy as him writing it. it's funny, because when you glance back to where you left off, it takes hardly any effort to discern when the writer switched due to the sheer contrast in penmanship. hopefully there's no "handwriting consistency" category needed on the rubric.

after stabbing a period next to a word, the tip of the pen suddenly stills. you tilt your head, curious of why. is he stuck? impossible, with the rate he was just writing at. is he done? maybe, he'd written more than half of a page.

"um, you don't.. need to watch me write."

medkit doesn't look at you as he addresses you, likely to hide the otherwise apparent blush burning his face. a soft glow emanates from his crystal, gradually growing more prominent with every second. he had not a clue why you stayed there rather than sitting elsewhere or occupying yourself. watching him write couldn't be that interesting.

you lean down, and medkit immediately turns his head to the other side, determined to not face you. "well, i'm cheering you on, 'cause there's nothing left to do." a playful grin creeps onto your features, as you begin to chant, "give me an m~ give me a-"

he groans, effectively telling you to cut it out without using any words. "that's- only going to distract me more.."

you giggle. his heart giggles too, and he has to drag his hand over his face under the guise of a facepalm to wipe off the smile that his lips twitch into.

it's interesting. when he's being examined by proctors and higher-ups in much more rigorous tests, he can perform like normal. yet, doing something as simple as writing felt strenuous with your eyes on him. perhaps, he hypothesized, because he's accustomed to the judgement of greater authority. he's familiar with the way they scrutinize his work, and they do so everyday.

on the other hand, medkit has only concepts of what you think of him. he's rarely even spent a moment alone with you.

oh swords. he's alone with you.

"y'know, medkit, i've been meaning to ask…"

oh swords.

"...why did you choose me as your partner for this project?"

oh swords, oh fuck.

medkit stiffens. his lips repeatedly open and close as he carefully deliberates over what he should say to you. gears visibly turn in his head while he scraps responses as quickly as he constructs them. in a moment like this, every inflection and implication behind every word matters. it'd be a terrible shame to lose all of his progress in courting you (which is actually not a lot, in retrospect. but it felt momentous to him) to fumbling something as simple as small talk.

nothing involving you was ever simple to him.

with a quiet exhale, he sends out his winner, "well.. i… believe it's- important. to learn how to cooperate with different inphernals."

you narrow your eyes, skeptic. medkit's shoulders tense when he hears you huff. how unfortunate, he'd underestimated you. "yeah, right. you always like to work alone."

so you noticed even that? his heart skips a beat, both panic and fluster swirling in his chest. "i didn't take you for a liar, meds." your arms cross, and your appearance resembles that of a disappointed higher authority. something unfamiliar to medkit.

he could lie. he didn't do it often, but he's omitted a few details here and there. he was clever, and he could lie well enough. it helps that he has that "good" image too. no inphernal expects the "good" kid to lie.

but he doesn't have bad intentions when he lies. when he lies, it's to help. that's the only reason people should ever lie: to shield the damaged from complete destruction, and to gift hope to the hopeless. to heal. that's his job.

so naturally, the one time he can't slip by is when he's being selfish and stepping out of that role assigned to him from spawn.

"well?"

right. you were waiting for him. his grip on your pen tightens, as if clutching it would calm his buzzing nerves. it does not. they only get louder and hotter, akin to an angry nest of wasps.

he wants to be selfish and greedy and all the things healers aren't supposed to be.

"because.." his throat has never felt drier. 

you uncross your arms, eyebrows worriedly knitting together at his uncharacteristic speechlessness. you thought it'd be fun to tease him—y'know, loosen him up a little—but you wouldn't have asked if you knew such a question would send him into a panic. 

in an attempt to maybe move away from the topic, you start to shrug it off. "...i mean, it's only a question. you don't have to answer, i was just curious if-"

suddenly, medkit turns his head to face you and finally make eye contact. the sharp movement captures your attention completely, a stark contrast to the usual smooth way medkit carries himself with.

his voice is the loudest you've ever heard it when he practically announces, "i chose you as my partner because i—!!"

"—because he wants to feel better about himself, obviously!!" a harsher, more boisterous voice rings out from the door of medkit's dorm, seamlessly stealing his spotlight.

medkit's heart drops when your attention redirects to subspace as he waltzes right in. subspace maliciously grins as you give him your full, undivided attention on a silver platter.

"that's not true-" medkit desperately tries to defend himself against such slander, but subspace continues, "using a lower-ranking classmate to feed his savior complex, and not only that, but inviting them to his room?! how scandalous!!!" the pink-horned inphernal feigns a look of pity and dramatically rests his hand over his heart, to say it aches for you. "oh, you poor soul!! he didn't do anything to you, did he?!?"

you roll your eyes, but laugh at his over-the-top theatrics. if he weren't a researcher, you think he would've made a marvelous actor. "knock it off, subspace. you know medkit wouldn't try anything. we're just working on a project together."

even though you reprimanded him, subspace's smile grows, pleased at himself for getting a giggle out of you. on the other hand, medkit sighs in relief that you're not so easily swayed by the other inphernal, though he knows subspace is not at all convincing. but subspace's presence still had him on edge. and with you in the mix, medkit is damn near about to fall off.

"yes, and speaking of which—i'm done with the essay." you glance to medkit, and he gestures to you with a nod, "you can go back to your dorm now. we'll meet in the morning." he says decisively. though it pains his heart to send you away so soon (and without answering your question), it would mean getting you away from subspace. and that always takes priority.

when subspace sees this, he cackles. he could already guess why medkit was in such a rush. so naturally, he instigates, "oh, so cold!! the moment the project is done, he doesn't need you anymore!! just casts you to the side, like a failed experiment." his tone darkens at the end.

you quirk a brow when he skips up to you and leans in, his lower horns grazing your cheek as he lowly murmurs in your ear, "if you were the partner of the great subspace t. mine, you would never feel so discarded."

subspace enthusiastically pulls away, scanning your face for any signs of a fun reaction or fluster, only to be disappointed with a half-amused smirk.

"if i were the partner of the great subspace t. mine, i'd get my ear talked off about his latest inventions." for the first time upon stepping into medkit's room tonight, he frowns. for all you did in response was wave him off with nothing more than a chuckle, and head straight out the door.

yes, you laughed because of him again. but you laughed in the way a superior would laugh at a foolish, impossible idea of his, and not in the way you should have. you should have laughed in the way you would if you agreed with him.

but you didn't.

two pairs of eyes watch your back as you slide open the door, idling in the doorway. "it's alright, i'm sleepy as hell anyway. goodnight, you two. don't keep each other up too late with your bickering." 

"goodnight… sleep well."

"no promises!"

the metal door slides closed behind you as you step out into the dormitory hall. your dorm is not too far from medkit's, but you're not exactly neighbors, so it's quite a walk. it's quiet at this hour, giving you the space for a nice, peaceful stroll. you stretch, mind wandering to what you'll do now that your night is free. maybe you'll just sleep early. that sounds good. 

meanwhile, the other side of the door grows a few degrees hotter.

"...you gonna keep that pen for your shrine or something, meddy? creeeppppyyyy~" naturally, subspace is the first to cut through the tense silence. he peers at medkit from the corner of his eye, his snickers positively aggravating as he resumes mocking him.

medkit whips around to face subspace with a look of confusion mixed with disgust. "what- no, what?? subspace, what pen are you-"

clatter.

he pauses, then slowly cranes his head back. your pen had rolled off of his hand onto the last page of the essay, gradually slowing, then teetering between two faces, before it chooses one and stills completely.

"that's not their pen."

"i'm not stupid, meddy. it has their name inscribed on it."

"so what if they left their pen here, i can just return it in the morning-"

"you're always waiting." subspace's voice goes up at least two octaves for his terrible medkit impression, "oh, i'll talk to them tomorrow, or- ohhh, i'll ask to work together on the next project-" then he drops down to his normal tone, "-gosh, you're such a pathetic FAILURE!! you know what happens to demons who wait, meddy?!"

before medkit can react, subspace snatches the pen, the paper it was resting on fluttering up from the sudden deft movement.

"they LOSE!!"

with his echoing maniacal laughter, and a scrambling medkit behind him, he rushes out of medkit's room and down the hall. loud footsteps shake the calm-up-until-a-few-seconds-ago dormitory as the two race, and if one listened closely, they could hear the collective groans of the numerous inhabitants trying to sleep or work on their own projects.

"better speed it up back there meddy, or i'm gonna get there first~!!"

"what are you, a child?!"

the location of your room is common knowledge to subspace, who's invited himself inside a myriad of times to grace you with his presence and lengthy rants about his various accomplishments. or to drag you out to help him with testing a new gadget. here, subspace had the home advantage.

on the other hand, medkit can only tail him hopelessly. even if he did get ahead, he had no clue of where your room is. but he didn't need to. because medkit didn't need to be first to your room.

he just needed to be the one with the pen.

subspace skids to a stop outside of your door, frenetically slamming his hand repeatedly on your doorbell. within seconds, medkit catches up, breathless but determined. turns out sitting at a desk and writing and running experiments doesn't do very much for your physical health.

seeing medkit struggle, subspace scoffs. this is the way it should be, he thinks, with him in first and medkit in second.

he prepares to aim another venom-laced jab, but it doesn't even leave his mouth when medkit strategically pokes subspace in his side. a small attack, but surprisingly effective, considering that subspace is incredibly ticklish there. the pink demon shrieks, and the teal demon seizes the opportunity to wrestle your pen out of the former's hand.

subspace's face crinkles, shoulders raising in preparation for what medkit could only assume to be a retaliation. but then the pink demon's eyes flicker from the teal demon to the door behind him, and immediately fixes his posture and face to be 'normal'. knowing subspace wouldn't act out with your eyewitness, medkit shoots him one last burning glare before turning around. meeting your confused gaze almost makes him want to pivot right back around.

you blink, surprised to see the two at your door now of all times. or willingly together in general, for that matter. your eyes dart between them, noting their heavy breathing and slightly off-kilter uniforms. when subspace notices that you're observing him, he quickly adjusts his skewed collar.

"did you guys run here? is.. is there an emergency or-"

"your pen."

medkit holds it out to you abruptly, your engraved name shining from the light in your room spilling into the hall.

"you, uh, forgot it." his eyes, having reached his eye contact limit with you, opt to look at his boots instead. in the back, subspace snickers at his coworker's hopelessness.

the tips of your fingers brush against medkit's as you retrieve your pen, the steel cool against your warmth. with fond eyes, you turn the pen around in your fingers, relishing its return to your possession. it had been a farewell gift to you from your caretaker before you were sent to this facility. so needless to say, it's precious.

and shouldn't good deeds be rewarded?

with little warning, you clasp your hands around medkit's face and bring his head forward into a sweet kiss on the forehead.

his brows shoot up and a faint gasp escapes him. his stomach could earn a trophy for acrobatics due to how hard it's somersaulting. when you withdraw from your little stunt, you can see his much more apparent blush as a deep crimson crawls up his neck to the top of his head. a giggle bubbles in your throat at the sight.

"thank you so much, medkit. it means a lot to me, really…" now it's your turn to be shy as you awkwardly twiddle your fingers, the weight of what you just did creeping up your own neck and filling your cheeks. it may have been a teeny bit overkill, but seeing medkit's reaction? beyond worth it.

in disbelief, like he thought he'd found himself in his fantasies, medkit mindlessly touches his forehead where you smooched him. remembering he's supposed to respond, he manages to stammer out, "of-of course, it was no prob-"

"what about me?? i so graciously showed meddy the way here, and i don't get anything!??" medkit's eye twitches and his dreamy daze breaks as subspace whines, throwing his hands in the air. but you don't mind as much, simply offering a kind smile. "i couldn't have gotten my pen back without your kindness, subspace. you're so sweet."

he still pouts, eyes squinted in fury.

you roll your eyes in a lighthearted manner. of course, he loves to push things to get the most out of them. "and a genius. and talented. and handsome. and the best in all of blackrock." with each compliment, you count it off with a finger.

yet despite your extra praises, subspace's face remains shriveled in envy. it's only after he allows a few suspenseful seconds to pass that he livens back up again, puffing his chest out with a satisfied grin. "that's right!! don't you dare forget it."

you snort, "well, if that's all, goodnight again you two. don't open my door again tonight unless there's a fire or something." once they nod in agreement to adhere to your demands, you bid them goodbye with a small wave. with a dull slam, the metal door shuts, leaving the two demons standing and staring at it like fools in the silent dormitory corridor.

after a brief moment, subspace leans over to medkit and whispers, "...you owe me."

medkit hisses back, "no i don't."

parade postscript: when i was younger in like elementary school my class went on a field trip downtown and i brought a pencil that i had won from a class raffle and this girl threw it on the metro tracks, so naturally i made a scene and cried and said it was a pencil my grandma who died from lung cancer (true) gave to me when she died (false), and our supervisors got mad at her and went onto the tracks to get it for me i was an evil ass fking child

[mariespen]

➸ Parent-Teacher Disaster

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader

➸ Masterlist!

Requests open!

When an aggressive parent-teacher conference ruins your night, Rafe is always there to ground you. Warnings: Swearing, panic attack. Hurt/Comfort!

Late nights in your cozy first-grade classroom almost always meant one thing: parent-teacher conferences. Your eyes fought to stay awake as the final group walked in. With a bright, false smile, you greeted Salish and Nevan Hillian, the parents of Noah.

Noah was generally shy and quiet, but he got good grades and interacted well when asked to. In all reality, you weren’t concerned about the meeting.

However, your heart sped up when you noticed their body language—stiff, closed-off, practically radiating irritation.

Hesitantly, you forced your polite facade back on.

“Good evening! I’m Mrs. Cameron, and you must be Salish and Nevan Hillian!” you said, standing up from your desk, reaching out eagerly to shake their hands.

“Mhm.” Salish barely acknowledged you, her grip weak, her expression unreadable.

You swallowed hard, convincing yourself that they were just tired. Maybe they forgot to cancel and begrudgingly showed up anyway.

“Okay! Noah is really doing amazing in class—he’s ahead of the curve and is such a genuine little boy. Is there anything specific you’d like to go over?” You kept your tone professional, graceful, as you all returned to your seats—Salish and Nevan sitting stiffly across from you.

Salish’s lips pursed before she finally spoke, her voice sharp.

“Your methods of teaching are an utter disappointment.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

You sat frozen, stunned, as humiliation crawled up your spine.

“Noah is the smartest kid I’ve ever met in my life, and that���s purely because I made it that way,” she continued, her words laced with condescension. “You have no urgency with his education. He needs to be catered to.”

She was raising her voice now, her tone growing sharper. You struggled to choke back the inevitable tears stinging at your eyes.

“I’m so sorry you’re disappointed in the curriculum, ma’am. However—”

She cut you off with an aggressive flick of her hand.

“Shut up about that. This is your fault.”

A loud thump rang through your ears as she slammed a thick folder onto your desk. Papers spilled out, disorganized, demanding attention.

“Inside here, I have exactly how you should be teaching my son. I made it all myself.” A smirk pulled at her lips, as if she was proud of herself. It made you feel sick. “This is not a suggestion. It’s an expectation.”

You felt paralyzed.

Before you could gather your thoughts, they both stood abruptly. Nevan glanced back at you for a brief second, almost looking apologetic, but Salish was already striding toward the door—leaving him no choice but to follow.

The moment they disappeared, the dam broke.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you sat frozen, the weight of their words pressing down on your chest. You had held it together as long as you could.

The walk to your car felt endless. The drive home was worse.

By the time you stepped into your house, the familiar silence told you Rafe had already put the kids to bed. A fresh wave of guilt twisted in your stomach. You stopped outside their rooms, listening to the soft sounds of their breathing, grounding yourself in the innocence of their tiny, sleeping forms.

Then, Rafe’s voice called to you.

“Sweetheart?”

You barely had time to process it before your body gave in.

You stepped into your bedroom, shut the door, and felt your bag slip from your shoulder.

“Rafe…” Your voice cracked.

“How was it?” he asked, toothbrush in hand, looking at you through the bathroom mirror.

Your lips parted, but instead of words, a choked sob escaped.

Your knees buckled before you could stop them.

In an instant, Rafe was there, catching you before you hit the floor.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you close as you broke down in his hold. Your body trembled with sobs, breath uneven, as if the room itself was closing in on you.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. I got you,” he murmured against your hair, his hands grounding you, his voice steady against the chaos in your mind.

You gasped for air, struggling to match his breathing, but his warmth—his presence—was enough to start pulling you back.

“M’sorry…” you managed to mumble against his chest.

“Don’t,” Rafe said firmly, but gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Minutes passed before your breathing slowed, the crushing weight easing just enough. When you finally lifted your head, you realized he had moved you onto the bed, his hands still tangled in your hair.

“Honey, tell me,” he urged softly, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

“It was my last conference…” Your voice wavered. “They yelled at me, Rafe. Said I was a disappointment. A bad example.”

Rafe tensed immediately. “Fucking assholes.”

A broken laugh slipped past your lips at his instant response.

“I just… I don’t know what to do.” You swallowed hard. “She gave me a whole binder of separate work and concepts to teach Noah.”

Rafe frowned, trying to recall. “Noah? I thought he was doing great?”

“He is! He’s one of my best-performing students. Apparently, that’s not enough.” Your voice cracked again, frustration seeping through.

Rafe huffed, pulling you even closer. “Sweetheart, you’re amazing at what you do. That woman? She’s crazy. You knowyou’re doing the right thing.”

You sniffled, the knot in your throat loosening slightly.

“It’s okay,” Rafe murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “We don’t have to talk. Just rest.”

His fingers played lazily with your hair, his warmth pressing against you like a shield.

And, for the first time that night, you felt safe enough to close your eyes.

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Kidfic Fest 2024 : (fics only)

@hd-kidfic-fest || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 15 works The Mods (4) + Banner © : @littlewinnow's Sweet Distraction

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1. Bumblebees fly anyway by @flightinflame [T, 4k]

Harry and Draco love their son, who has just turned seven. He hasn't shown any signs of magic yet, and their friends are concerned. But Scorpius is healthy, and they're sure there's nothing wrong with him.

2. Harry Potter and the Trauma of Reading Children's Books by @goblinmatriarch [G, 2k]

Harry Potter is fine. He's fine. He's going to be fine. It's so twee, y'all!

3. Honey and ginger by @azulaschild [T, 11k]

Trying-his-best Harry gets a strange, pink letter in the mail, Draco has a candy shop in France, and Teddy is obsessed with dragons.

4. I'll keep you (safe and sound) by @arminaa8 [E, 13k]

Harry takes temporary custody of Teddy while Andromeda's comatose at St Mungo's after an accident, and Draco, his something-with-benefits, shows up unexpectedly to help.

5. in sickness and in health by @hanniballevter [T, 8k]

No one told Draco that parenthood would involve so many sick days. Or vomit.

6. Moment To Himself by @ladderofyears [G, 2k]

When Scorpius gets his fingers tangled in Draco's hair, Narcissa sends her son for a haircut.

7. Nine Days in Coventry by @sitaz [G, 16k]

When a de-aged Draco Malfoy is discovered in Knockturn Alley, the Ministry appoints Family Liaison Officer Potter as his emergency guardian. Whisked away to a Muggle safehouse, Draco does not cope well, and Harry learns just how hard life can be when a five-year-old declares war on you.

8. Scorpius Malfoy's matchmaking service for dads in denial by MissQuigley [T, 22k]

When Draco Malfoy moves houses with his son, Scorpius, the last thing he expects is to become next-door neighbours with Harry Potter. [...]

9. Shaped By You by Animamundi [M, 22k]

Draco finds himself drowning in grief after Astoria passes away. It's only Scorpius and a newly developed friendship with Harry that keep him afloat. But things become complicated when Draco develops feelings.

10. Teddy's Cottage Carol by @sailtomarina [G, 12k]

[...] As Christmas draws near and plans change, Teddy must confront his own ideas about the definition of family and what it might mean for him and his loved ones.

11. A Wizard’s Guide to Co-Parenting with Your Ex-Arch Nemesis by @thecouchsofa [T, 38k]

Harry had expected a few things when returning for his Eighth Year. [...] His list of certainties definitely hadn’t included McGonagall’s shake-up of the curriculum, which tasked the Eighth Years with the responsibility of parenthood for three weeks. Caring for a baby Transfigured from a sack of flour would have been alright if: 1) Malfoy wasn’t Harry’s assigned partner, 2) Their baby’s one goal in life wasn’t to spite Harry, and 3) Malfoy wasn’t infuriatingly good at fake parenthood.

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✔ other fests in 2024 ✔ fests in other years

[fukashiin]

ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD

book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!

it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.

he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.

he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.

his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)

and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.

imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.

he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.

you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.

it should've been you. you're perfect.

and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.

and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!

[mushroom-words]

Walk the Wire, Take It Higher || Tyler Galpin

Fandom: Wednesday Pairings: Tyler Galpin x Fem!Reader Words: 1365 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. Warnings: Dubious consent. Teacher/student. Tyler is of legal age. Dirty talk. Slight degradation. Possessive behavior. Unprotected. Creampie. Spanking. Summary: Tyler has grown attached to his teacher and is willing to do whatever it takes to have her.

TYLER HAD NEVER put much effort into studying. He wasn’t a bad student—he just lacked the focus to go over the material as needed. This was especially true for your class where you graded everything on a curve and were more lenient than most of your colleagues. You tried to balance the curriculum and the reasonable needs of your students by holding study sessions a couple days a week. It let you help your students review the material in between learning new topics.

        Maybe you had a soft spot for Sheriff Galpin’s son. He rarely made waves even if his attention seemed to wander frequently or he seemed too exhausted to pay attention. You’d discussed your concerns with his father, and after careful deliberation, Tyler had joined the small study group you often hosted after classes had ended for the day.

        You knew Tyler had taken a liking to you. You’d caught him sneaking glances at your body when he was supposed to be doing his work. But he was a teenage boy with raging hormones. And it wasn’t like he was the only one you’d seen checking out the female professors. It was normal for their age.

        What you didn’t realize was that it was more than that for Tyler. The sheriff’s son loved your attention—how you spent extra time helping him go over the lessons, how sweet you smelled when you leaned over his desk. When you doted on him, it made him feel like he mattered. Like you truly cared for him. It angered him to see you delivering the same attention to another student. You were just doing your job, but didn’t you like him more than his peers? Didn’t you want to make him feel special?

        Didn’t you love him like he loved you?

        That anger only festered the longer it stewed until it boiled over into a red-hot rage. Tyler paced the woods adjacent to Nevermore, wearing a hazardous path through the fallen leaves. Kicking rocks and branches out of his way. Strings of curses spewed from his mouth as he pictured you in his mind, relieved the fucking betrayal of your smile as you bent over Thorpe’s desk.

        A breeze swept through the trees as though to cool the heat coursing through him. His heightened sense of smell caught a whiff of your scent as the wind carried it his way. Your perfume hung heavily in the air, tinged with something that called to the Hyde within. Fuck. It was that heady aroma which would torment him every couple of weeks. The scent of a bitch in heat.

        The hunt ended as abruptly as it had started. You’d paused by a particularly gnarled tree trunk to snap a couple of photos of the blooming flora. Marilyn’s birthday was coming up, and you were working on a photo album to make her feel more welcome in the institution. The school day had ended hours ago, and you had exchanged your professional outfit for a more casual one better suited for wandering around outside. All Tyler could think about was how it would look better off of you.

        You were oblivious to his presence up until he had you pinned against the large tree. Your camera fell to the ground as his hand encircled your throat. His pupils had blown away the golden brown of his eyes, and instead of the innocent expression you’d come to know, there was a hard darkness that should have scared you. 

        Your body’s reaction to him now was highly inappropriate, and he knew it. He could smell it on you, could feel how your thighs clenched against the wetness between them. His fingers dove between your folds to feel your slick coat his skin.

        You gasped out his name with every intention of stopping him. He was of legal age, but he was your student—your license could be revoked for such inappropriate behavior. His lips came down to silence your protests. He withdrew his fingers from between your legs, and you whimpered into his mouth at the loss.

        “You can deny it all you want, Professor (Y/L/N),” he growled against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in a hot whisper, “but you’re fucking dripping for me. You want my cock, don’t you?”

        He was already tugging down his zipper. He knew you wanted it. Even if you didn’t, he wasn’t about to let you go now that he had you. He was going to show you exactly why he was your favorite student.

        You groaned against the feel of his body against yours. “Tyler,” you panted. “We can’t.”

        “We are.” Tyler ripped your bottoms away with a strength you didn’t know he possessed and slid his cock along your slit. You bit back a moan as he rubbed perfectly against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you threw your head back against the tree as your hips chased after him. Fuck, he felt so good already.

        He rocked his hips into you a few times before he lifted you by the backs of your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he bottomed out inside of you in a single thrust. The animalistic growl that erupted from his chest made you shudder. The Hyde flooded his mind as your pussy hugged his cock and took what little was left of the reigns.

        Your back slammed against the tree as he fucked you into it with ruthless abandon. All senses left you until the only thing you knew was how well he filled you—how roughly he fucked you, how perfectly his cock stretched you. You bit your lip so hard that the tang of blood teased your tongue, struggling to keep quiet so you wouldn’t be caught fucking your student in the middle of the woods.

        Tyler sank his teeth into the soft flesh where your neck and shoulder conjoined. The abrasive bark scraped your back with every thrust. His blunt nails dug into your ass and left crescent bruises in their wake.

        He completely surrounded you.

        “Such a naughty girl,” he moaned into your ear. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and you’re going to take it. Take all of me like a dirty little whore.”

        You clawed at his back for something tangible to keep yourself grounded. Your cunt clenched around him like the greedy slut he was making you into, eager for him to fulfill his promise and fill you up with his seed. After what felt like an eternity of him fucking you up against the tree, he suddenly pulled out and dropped your legs. You whined in protest, but then he was shoving you to the ground, silencing your cries once more. He jerked you around until you were on your hands and knees.

        Tyler slammed his dick back inside of you without a second of hesitation. The new position helped him fuck into you faster, sending you both soaring to new heights of pleasure. He fisted a hand into your hair and pinned your cheek to the leaves and dirt, kneeling on one knee for better leverage.

        “Oh my God,” you whimpered, too consumed by passion to worry about keeping quiet—your skin slapping together wetly echoing in your ears. “Tyler—fuck—please don’t stop!”

        He smacked your ass hard in quick succession. You slipped your arm beneath your body and placed your fingers at your throbbing clit. Your toes curled in your shoes as only a few messy circles had your orgasm tearing through you. You vaguely registered the animalistic sounds coming from behind you as Tyler slammed into you and stilled, his pelvis flush with your ass as he came inside of you.

        The fog lifted from his mind as he came down from his high. Tyler cursed quietly and pulled out of you, admiring for a second how his cum dripped from your battered cunt. He fixed himself quickly before stroking your hair and helping you to your feet.

        “Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, watching how you winced when you moved. He grabbed your face gently in his hands and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[lowkeyerror]

Help With The Curriculum pt 5

Agathario x Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: Requested, smut, car sex, fingering, strap-on sex, oral on strap, cunnilingus, blindfold, tied hands, 1 face slap, jealousy, lmk if there's more bc it's more than the rest haha

Summary: There’s a new professor in the English department who has taken a special interest in Agatha. You and Rio have to remind Agatha that she's already spoken for.

An: I thought it was over, but someone requested another part so this is what I came up with, enjoy it.

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Things have fleshed out for your relationship with Rio and Agatha over the year. Originally there was uncertainty of what was to become of your encounters with the other professors, but now you had none. The three of you had made your relationship official, at least to each other.

The students and faculty of the university were none the wiser. Besides it wasn’t their business anyway. Unfortunately not being out publicly did have a few disadvantages. One of them being that some of the other faculty members would be flirty with the three of you.

Currently, both Rio and yourself had a problem with one of the English professors and how eager she seemed to interact with Agatha. There was no reason for her to ask for Agatha’s help or advice yet, that did not stop her.

Agatha brushed off your concerns stating that the professor was new, and just being friendly. Neither you or Rio bought that excuse.

Rio was a little more hotheaded than you when it came to the topic of Wanda. She’d roll her eyes, say something under breath, and even glare shamelessly at the auburn haired woman.

You on the other hand tried to keep your anger down. However, you couldn’t help how the new professor made you twitch with anger. Your hands, your jaw, and Rio had even caught your eye twitch once when Agatha mentioned the other woman.

“How did your kids do on the exam?”

“They did alright, the class average was like a high C. I’m thinking of curving it a little,” you respond to Rio as the two of make your way to Agatha’s classroom.

“Same, I think there were a few questions that were worded a little weird. I might just make them extra credit and remove them from the base test,” she agrees.

The two of you keep talking about your classes until you arrive at Agatha’s. You know she shouldn’t have a class at the moment, so you thought you’d go chat. Partially about the test grades and in part about dinner plans for the night.

When you enter the class, your conversation stops in its tracks. The pair of you are shocked to see Wanda already here, talking to Agatha.

The woman is leaning over Agatha’s desk, giving her the perfect view of her cleavage. You can see her biting her lip as she speaks lowly to your girlfriend. She’s clearly flirting with the woman as she chuckles when Agatha mutters something to her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rio says under her breath.

You simply glare at the scene in front of you. You try to stay calm, but you only feel your anger intensify as you see Wanda leaning over even further so her hand could rest on Agatha’s.

“Professor Harkness,” your voice calls out with authority.

It causes all three women in the room to startle. It’s not often that you use this tone of voice. There’s a subtle irritation in it, hidden under the lower than usual octave, and the professional air you present.

“Professor L/n, Professor Vidal, what can I do for you?”

“We need to go over the exam scores and possibly the exam itself. Professor Vidal thinks some of the questions are unfair, we need to think about restructuring the test for next semester,” you keep your focus solely on Agatha.

“Isn’t that something you should talk to the head of the department about?” Wanda jumps into the conversation.

“I am head of the department,” Rio answers with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh, well in that case I’ll be on my way. I just wanted to ask you, Professor Harkness, if you maybe had some time after your last class to help me with some of my curriculum?”

Rio couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, “Aren’t you an English professor? What could she possibly help with better than anyone in your department?”

Wanda begins to stutter, “There’s actually quite a bit o-of overlap and-”

“Maybe you should talk to your department head, if you’re lost,” you add on.

“I actually have plans tonight, Wanda sorry. Professor Vidal and L/n are right. I'm sure someone in your department, like Professor Romanoff, can help you craft your curriculum,” Agatha answers the woman kindly.

The English professor nods to herself dejectedly, “Thank you Professors.”

She makes her exit after that. When the door closes behind her the room stays silent.

“That little slut was all over you Agatha,” Rio begins her tangent. “Her tits were practically in your face, she was just waiting on you to lean forward some more.”

“Would you relax it’s not like that.”

Rio’s jaw drops slightly and her eyebrows raise, “Oh, it’s not like that? Then why is she, an English professor, repeatedly asking you, a history professor, for your help.”

“She’s just new to being a professor, it’s not like-”

“No, she didn’t ask you for tips on being a professor. She asked you to help her with the curriculum and we of all people know what that really means. We’re nearly halfway into the semester, the fuck does she need help for?” Rio does not let Agatha finish.

“Y/n would you tell her that she's overreacting?” Agatha looks to you for help.

Your expression hardens, “She was touching you.”

“It was a friendly-"

“Rio and myself are the only ones allowed to touch you like that,” you hold her gaze.

“You can’t be serious?”

You walk around the desk to stand next to her, “And you can't be this naïve. You know that whore likes you, and you're letting her take up your time, touch you, and flirt with you? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

You see her squirm under your words, “Y/n.”

“Rio and I will show you tonight. You're going to take what we give you.”

You don't say anything else turning on your heel. Rio gives Agatha a small teasing smile before walking out behind you.

“So, what's the plan?”

You smirk at the older woman, “You’re in charge tonight.”

Rio stops walking, and her eyes widen, “I’m what?”

You chuckle at her, checking the hall for prying eyes before you kiss her on the cheek, “You’ve earned it. I’m following your lead.”

“I have some ideas.”

Your smile only grows, “I’m all ears baby.”

Rio shares them with you eagerly. It’s nothing too crazy, but you find yourself falling in love with the way she thinks. You can tell she’s wanted to do this for a long time. By the time she’s gone over the main things, you can’t ignore how wet you are.

“Rio,” you say her name tentatively.

She hums in response.

“When’s your next class?”

“Half hour, why?”

You don't elaborate, instead quickening your pace walking towards the parking garage. When you get to your car, you climb in the backseat. You tug Rio in after you.

She falls on top of you, your lips find hers eagerly. She surprised by your actions, but falls into them with no problem.

You take her hand and slip it into your pants, she gasps at your wetness.

“Your dirty little ideas got me so hot baby. I need you,” you breathe out against her lips.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” she slips 2 fingers inside of you.

You help her slide your pants down around your ankles so she’s able to thrust inside of you. You could hear her breathing into your ear, her lips ever so lightly grazing your earlobe.

“I love the way your fingers curl into me. I love your weight on me. I love it when you’re in control baby, so giving,” you breathe out.

She begins to pump faster, sucking on your neck. Her thumb begins to play with your clit, knowing that you were on limited time.

“Cum for me. Please, show me how good I make you feel.”

You cum on her fingers and she helps you ride it out. You kiss her passionately not wanting to go back to the campus. Rio is the one to break the kiss.

She reaches over to the small towels that you'd taken to keeping in the car. She cleans you deliberately.

“Let’s just cancel class,” you play with hairs on the back of her neck.

“You know I can't do that,” Rio kisses your nose.

You find yourself whining a bit, “Family emergency, please. Let’s just go home, get a head start on the activities.”

Rio bites her lip, “You’re whining.”

“I’m begging,” you correct her. You can see her about to crack. Your hand cups her face gently, “Please, I need more of you. I want to make you feel good too.”

“Y/n,” she pleads.

“Fine, I guess we can go back to class,” you frown.

Rio puts her hand on your chest, keeping you down. You hardly beg, the submissive needy nature that you’re exhibiting does something to Rio. She’s usually the one who’s the neediest of the bunch, but today it doesn’t seem that way.

“You’re going to make it worth my while, pretty girl?”

You blush at the nickname, a singular word spoken softly from your lips, “Yes.”

“You better.”

The two of you maneuver so that you’re sitting up. Both sending out an email canceling the rest of your classes for the day.

Rio gives you a quick kiss, and exits your car, “I’ll see you at home.”

You all took separate cars to work, partially because you all had different schedules, but also in part to keep the school out of your business.

You hop in the driver’s seat, trying to calm yourself before you drive away. While you called it home, technically it was Agatha’s place. Rio and yourself kept your residences, but you spent most of time at Agatha’s.

Somehow Rio manages to beat you home. You’re eager to get inside. When you do, it’s eerily quiet. You head straight to the bedroom.

When you go in, Rio stands with her back facing the door. She’s already naked. You shut the door softly behind you. She still doesn’t look your way. You strip off your clothes before wrapping your arms around her middle.

You begin placing a trail of kisses on her shoulders, up the side of her neck. Her eyes are blown when they meet yours. You shudder under her gaze. You try to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly.

“I know we talked about what we were going to do to Agatha, but…”

Your eyebrows crease, “But what baby?”

“Can I fuck you?”

You feel your face heat up without your permission.

“With the strap?” You ask her for clarification.

“It’s ok, if you aren't comfortable, but-"

You kiss her eagerly. The sound of your lips smacking against each other, fills the room.

“Baby, I’ll ride you so nasty,” you giggle lowly against her lips.

Now it’s Rio who is blushing . She doesn’t say anything as you help her into the harness. Once the strap is attached to the base, she lays on the middle of the bed.

You’re still slick from her fingering you in the car. You see her reaching for the lube, but you grab her hand.

“I want to get it wet,” you tell her.

You spit in your hand before you begin to stroke the fake cock. It’s not too long after that your lips replace your hand and you begin to slowly bob your head up and down the cock.

“Oh my god,” Rio is intoxicated by the image.

She has truly never pictured seeing you in such a way. She’s hesitant, but her hand tangles itself in your hair. You can hear her breathing become shaky.

“L-look at me,” you hear her stutter.

You look through your lashes to find her staring at you lustfully. Not breaking contact, you go down to the base of the toy. She holds you there until you’re gagging on the rubber piece.

When you come off of it, you’re teary eyed, but you continue to lick her cock. You press kisses against the shaft.

“I need you inside of me.”

You straddle her waist. The way she looks so enamored has you feeling really hot. She can hardly speak as she watches you.

“Speechless baby?”

Rio swallows hard, “You’re just so pretty worshipping my cock. I just want to watch you.”

“Then watch me.”

You don’t remember the last time you had something fill you up this way. Slowly you lower yourself onto the saliva covered cock. You moan as you take it all. Rio’s hands place themselves on your hips.

It takes a moment for you to adjust. Your hands rest in the middle of her chest as you find a rhythm riding her.

“Holy shit,” your eyes roll back as you pick up the pace. “Rio, please baby, I need you t-to fuck me.”

Your words seem to pull her out of her trance. Her hips start snapping up to meet you as you bounce on her cock. Her hands travel from your waist to your breasts. She massages the mounds in her hand before playing with your nipples.

Rio sits up abruptly, pulling you closer against her. Her tongue glides over your nipple, sucking gently.

“Oh fuck,” you yelp in surprise as she lifts you just to lay you flat on the bed.

She begins to bury herself into your cunt at a rapid speed. The sound of her impaling your sloshing cunt paired with her guttural breathing sends you into a frenzy.

“You take me so good sweetheart. I could watch your hole swallow my cock forever. I can feel your hole sucking me in. You’re so soaked, I keep thinking it’s just going to slip out of you.”

You lock your legs around her, making sure she stays inside of you, “I’m going to cum.”

Rio fucks you even harder, nails digging into your hips, “Cum on my cock.”

You fall apart at her command. Her thrust slow before she gingerly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss fullness.

She cuddles up into your arms. It causes you to chuckle a bit as you run your fingers through her hair.

“You’re such a softie baby,” you kiss her forehead.

“Shut up, I didn't think you'd take it like that is all. You had me in awe,” Rio admits looking up at you.

Her fingers draw patterns on your skin.

“It made me feel really hot, so caught up in the way I looked with you inside of me, could barely even speak,” your hand falls from her head down her back.

“I’ll do better next time,” she mumbles.

You tilt her head up to look at you, a seriousness in your eyes, “I loved the way you fucked me baby, and if you can keep being my good girl, I’ll let you do it again.”

“Your good girl?”

You nod, “My good girl, since Agatha is so preoccupied with the English department.”

“I’m going to be rougher with her,” Rio says it as a statement.

“As rough as you want. We’re going to make sure everyone at that place knows she’s taken,” your fingers play with Rio’s harness. “In the meantime though, I think it’s time I gave you a reward for fucking me so sweetly.”

You undo the harness to expose Rio’s pussy.

“Yes, please.”

That's how the two of you spent your time waiting for Agatha. Some fucking, some talking, and then more fucking. When Agatha did come home, she was welcomed by the sound of Rio loudly moaning your name.

She takes her time going to the bedroom. When she gets there, she hears the sound of your soft laughter. Going through the door she sees your head resting on Rio’s thigh. You have a small smile on your lips as the other woman scratches your head with her free hand.

“So this is why you both decided to play hooky today?” Agatha makes her presence known.

The air in the room shifts when you both lay eyes on her. She freezes in place under the weight of the gaze.

“Tonight, you have a lesson to learn,” you say standing.

Rio follows suit, her eyes shamelessly dragging over Agatha’s body.

Agatha scoffs, “Wanda is just-”

“We don’t care. She has a thing for you, and you haven't deterred her enough. Tomorrow you're going to let her know you’re taken,” you rebut.

Rio shakes her head, “She won't have to tell her, she’ll figure it out on her own. She should pick up the… context clues, English professor and all.”

“Fine, do your worst, I suppose,” Agatha gives in.

Rio smiles holding up the silk bands for Agatha to see. The smug look drops from her lips. Rio passes you one of the ribbons while she takes the other.

Rio careful covers Agatha’s eyes, tying the ribbon behind her head. The woman then removes the top half of Agatha’s clothing. You pull her wrist out in front of her tying them together.

You and Rio lead her to the chair in her room, helping her sit down. Rio takes a seat on Agatha’s lap while you stand behind the chair.

“Agatha, you look so perfect tied up like this,” Rio’s thumb cascades across Agatha’s sharp jaw, before pulling at her bottom lip. “Suck,” the tone she uses is a complete 180 from the way she was speaking to you.

Agatha complies taking Rio’s thumb into her mouth.

“You’ve been behaving like an attention whore. Reveling in any ounce that that red headed skank has been giving you. Do we not give you enough attention?”

Your hands plant themselves on her shoulders, massaging them. Rio feels Agatha’s mouth vibrate around her thumb. She pulls it out of the woman’s mouth.

“She asked you a question?”

“You give me more than enough attention.”

Rio hums, then leans forward so her lips are touching Agatha’s ear. “Then why are you letting other bitches touch you?”

Rio gets out of Agatha’s lap and you remove your hands from her shoulders. The lack of contact makes the woman want to stand.

“Sit still,” you command, which causes her to stop all her squirming.

While Agatha sits, you and Rio prepare yourselves. The two of you stand in the middle of the room, stroking your fake cocks. You can see Agatha begin to lose her composure as she waits for something else to happen.

“Alright, come to the middle of the room and get on your knees,” Rio gives the directions.

It’s a bit of a challenge with her hands tied and the blindfold, but she manages it fine. You turn her so that she’s facing the two of you.

“Open wide, we’re going to shove our cocks down your throat,” you grab a fistful of her hair.

She listens, even making a show of sticking her tongue out. You guide her with a firm grip, making her take Rio first.

“That’s it, relax that throat for me,” Rio begins thrusting into the woman’s mouth.

Her grip replaces yours and you watch Agatha struggle with Rio’s building pace. Rio is rough with Agatha, holding her head down until the full length is in her mouth. She keeps her there until a few harsh coughs leave her, causing her to come completely off of the dick.

She takes a few deep breaths, but you don’t allow her to catch many more, before you shove your cock in her mouth.

“If you want attention, you got it baby.”

You don’t fuck her as hard as Rio, but you guide her more. You control the way her head bobs with an iron like grip. The saliva pooling down her chin and onto her chest drives you insane. It’s the power of it all, seeing her in this position turn you on tremendously. You push her head off of your dick, watching her chest heave up and down.

She’s not in the floor for much longer as Rio yanks her up and practically throws her on the bed. Rio doesn’t let up as her lips attach to the side of Agatha’s neck sucking harshly.

You join in, bombarding the other side of Agatha’s neck. The woman in between begins to pant at the sensation. Rio begins to play with Agatha’s nipples as she assaults the woman’s neck. This causes her back to arch slightly off of the bed.

You meet Rio in the middle of Agatha’s throat. The two of you remove yourselves from Agatha to see the full necklace of hickeys that you’ve created around the woman’s neck and collarbone.

“Now everyone will know that you’re taken,” your finger runs the path of the dark purple bruising.

You don’t say anything else as Rio pulls you into a sloppy kiss. The two of you are hovering over Agatha. The woman on her back mewl at the sounds she’s hearing. She can’t help, but fight against the restraints, wanting to touch the two of you so badly.

When the kissing stops, you decide to rid Agatha of the bottom portion of her clothing. You can't resist her leaky pussy. You look briefly to Rio, almost as if asking permission, and she nods.

Agatha withers as she feels your breath against her cunt. You see her hole clenching around nothing.

“Please,” she cries out.

You give her a teasing lick that makes a desperate wail escape her lips.

“Beg some more,” Rio instructs her.

Her voice is unsteady as she attempts to plead, “Y/n, Rio please. Someone, I’m sorry I- I let her touch me. I don't want anyone to touch me that's not you, please just. I need you, pl-”

Her sentence is cut off by a high pitch yelp as you begin sucking on her clit. While you get consumed with her drooling pussy, Rio begins to suckle off her. Her teeth playfully nip at Agatha’s tits before nursing from them like a baby.

The simultaneous stimulation has Agatha’s brain turning to mush. She doesn’t know what sounds to make or words to say, it all just becomes gibberish. She can feel herself getting close and you can tell by the way her cunt tries to take your tongue.

Instantly you’re removing your lips from he and Rio is doing the same. It causes Agatha to sit straight up in bed. She’s looking and moving frantically.

“No! Please, I need to cum. Let me cum, don’t leave me like this. I was being a stupid slut, I won’t do it again. You own me, you both own please. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

You can tell by the wet spot on the blindfold and the tearstain on her cheeks that she’s crying.

“Stomach flat on the bed, ass in the air,” Rio’s words have Agatha scrambling to comply.

You take the time to remove your harness and sit in front of Agatha with your legs open. Rio straddles her legs rubbing the tip of the strap through Agatha’s messy folds. The woman responds by sticking her ass higher on the air.

Rio gives it a harsh smack, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” She wraps Agatha’s hair around her fist yanking the woman partially up right. “Now eat her out while your pussy swallows my cock.”

She shoves Agatha’s face down right into your pussy, which the woman starts licking and sucking ravenously. You almost come off of the bed at her carnivorous speed.

“Oh fuck,” you lament.

That’s when Rio decides to slip herself fully into Agatha. Her body shakes and her mouth stops working on you as she tries to recompose herself.

“Keep eating or I’ll pull out,” Rio threatens.

Agatha’s face buries itself between your legs. She can't worry about her nose or the mess on her face all she knows is that she wants Rio to move. Your taste quenches a part of her greed, but she needs more.

Rio begins to pound Agatha’s pussy. Unable to stop herself from slapping the woman’s ass as she drives deep inside of the woman.

“I’m going to cum,” you murmur, reaching behind Agatha’s head to untie the blindfold. When it falls from over her eyes you lift her head just enough to meet your gaze. “Look at me while you make me cum.”

You slap her firmly across the face, like she had asked for last time, having looked a little more into the practice. The long grunt she let out into your cunt sent you over the edge.

“Now who do you belong to,” you move some hair out of her face .

Her words are unintelligible as she fails to answer you. The bliss she feels with Rio fucking into her nearly too much to handle. Rio’s arm locks Agatha in a semi choke hold, raising her body at a new angle. It’s just enough so she can speak into Agatha’s ear as she rams into her.

“Who owns you, Aggie?” Rio whisper, biting Agatha's ear lobe.

“You own me, you own me , you own me,” she keeps repeating it until she nearly screaming.

You swipe your fingers through your folds before pushing them into her mouth, “Ssshhhh. That whore will never fuck you like we can. She can’t have you like this. Don’t ever let her fucking touch you again.”

She nods her head as best she can in her position.

“R-rio please,” she whimpers, with your fingers still in her mouth.

The begging, mixed with the way Agatha was desperately pushing herself back to meet the thrusts, has Rio cumming.

“Make a mess for me, Agatha,” her hold on the woman’s throat tightens.

It sends her over the edge. You quickly take your fingers out of her mouth, to catch the woman as she slumps forward. Her head leans on your shoulder with her mouth open. You don’t care about the saliva that begins to pool on your skin.

Agatha winces slightly as Rio gently pulls out of her. She discards the harness, wrapping her arms around Agatha’s middle. Her head rest against Agatha’s back. You all silently attempt to catch your breaths.

You untie Agatha’s wrists and she sighs in content. The first thing she does is place one hand on your cheek and the other on Rio’s thigh.

“Jealousy is so hot on you two,” Agatha breaks the silence.

You both laugh, but you're the next one to speak, “Seriously though if she doesn't back off after this, I'm going to snap.”

“Me too, you’re ours Agatha, “ Rio adds on, placing a gentle kiss on Agatha’s back.

She nods lazily against your shoulder, “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” you kiss her forehead.

“I’m exhausted,” Rio moves to fully lay on the bed.

You agree with her, “We’ve been fucking since we walked through the door, I could sleep for 3 days.” Your stomach growls causing you to speak again, “Some food wouldn't hurt either.”

Agatha is the one to get out of the bed and throw on a robe. You and Rio watch in amusement as she struggles to walk. Her legs tremble with every step.

“Where you going love?”

She doesn’t look back, “To the kitchen, I’ll cook us something. It’s the least I could do after using Wanda to make you jealous.”

“I fucking knew it,” Rio calls out.

“Don’t be too mad. You finally got to fuck me, my good girl,” Agatha responds.

Rio tries not to, but she melts at Agatha’s words.

“That sweet talk won’t work with me,” you call out to her.

“Are you sure about that daddy?” She annunciates the last word in a teasing tone.

You fluster at her words, “Not fair, Harkness.”

“All is fair in love and war Professor L/n.”

Rio takes your hand in hers, “She always wins banter pretty girl, you’ll get used to it.”

You don’t concede yet, taking one more shot at Agatha, “Well in that case, I guess it’s only fair to tell you that your good girl fucked me with the strap earlier.”

Rio can’t hide the tint in her cheeks as she smacks you lightly on the arm. You fail to hold back your laughter as you see Agatha hobble back into the doorway.

“She did not,” Agatha says incredulously.

You kiss the top of Rio’s head, “She did, and I loved every second of it.”

“So when do I get to?” Agatha complains.

You shrug, “Considering you purposefully made us jealous, I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

“Y/n,” she drags out your name when she whines.

Rio interjects, “I think you'll have to… earn it.”

“Precisely.”

Agatha pouts, “I’m going back to the kitchen.”

“Wait,” you stand up pulling Rio with you.

You peck Agatha’s lips, “ Thank you for cooking , love.”

Rio does the same, “We love you.”

She smiles shooing you both away, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, love you too. I’ll call you when it’s ready."

While Agatha cooks, the two of you straighten up the room, before getting cleaned up, with fresh clothes on. You can’t help but smile, thinking about this little life you cultivated with Rio and Agatha. It feels like a personal slice of heaven. If you knew this is what would come of Agatha asking for help with the curriculum, maybe you would’ve asked her first.

[mirrorofliterature]

also I have been mulling over a fanfic where, instead of umbridge - the senior undersecretary to the minister - is dada teacher, fudge instead chooses his junior assistant -

a.k.a. percy weasley.

percy has the grades, and he's under fudge's thumb as far as fudge is concerned.

percy: I will make sure that these children get at least one year of competent dada instruction to spite dumbledore or Merlin help me

as a teacher, I think percy would be similar to McGonagall - strict but fair.

he would submit his curriculum and be like: 'this complies with the exam expectations for dada owl and newt students'

fudge: why are there practical spells :/

percy: it would reflect on the ministry poorly if students couldn't competently complete the practical aspects of dada exams, sir

fudge: proceed :)

[that man has zero brain cells, istg]

of course, fudge (in his incompetence) aided by dumbledore pushing it off for longer than he should have (in his greater incompetence) only give percy one week notice.

and percy is like. ah shit this is going to be awkward teaching my siblings who hate me and I worked really hard for this job -

and then he sees the alternative is umbridge.

he takes the job.

he asks remus for his course notes because he was his only competent dada teacher.

fudge: what is this curriculum based off?

percy: a well-respected, established and experienced dada expert with prior teaching experience.

fudge: proceed :)

anyway chaos ensues.

[satorusugurugurl]

Wake Up Call

Summary: Nanami Kento does everything in his power to try to wake you up for a meeting. But damn you're too cute!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 942

Warning: fluff, suggestive

A/N: Staring Fluffy Fridays! Every Friday you’ll get a fluffy one shot/drabble! 😘💚 I have a severe sinus infection, so I’ll be at home all weekend working on requests and stuff! Antibiotics here we go!! (totally not rolling on the floor in pain)🥲

The annoying buzzing of your phone pulled you away from the cozy sheets. Whining in protest, you smother your face back into the sheets. Nanami watched you from the bedroom door, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You were so adorable when you were sleepy like this.

Your alarm kept blaring, making you throw the covers over your face, clung Nanami in that he needed to step in. He trod carefully over to you, his palm gently pressing against your upper arm and moving his hand up and down in gentle strokes, watching you stir slightly, heavy eyelids lifting to gaze at him.

“Love, you need to wake up.”

“Mmm.” You protested, shoving your face into his pillow that you spooned.

“That was the third time you snoozed your alarm. You asked me to wake you up, do you remember?” strands of your hair fell over your face as you hummed. “You have a meeting this morning with Gojo and Yaga.” Surely your boyfriend thought that would do the trick, but you didn't budge.”Love, your meeting concerns the curriculum you're starting on barriers.” You cuddled the pillow more, moaning softly.

Nanami hated seeing you so tired. You have been working so hard for the last month. Working overtime, skipping meals, not getting enough sleep. All of those factors spoke volumes about your character. You were hard-working and devoted to making the world a better case, ridding it of one curse at a time. Regardless of how strong your work ethic was, you also needed some time to rest and unwind. Nanami wanted you to sleep, but he also knew how hard you worked on your presentation for the meeting. A meeting a particular coworker wouldn’t shut up over if you were to show up at the last minute.

“Gojo is going to tease you if you show up late.”

“Mmm, stupid blindfolded bastard.” You slurred, curling in on yourself. “He makes’ fun of me Imma snap that dirty blindfold against his face like a rubber band.”

Nanami sputtered a laugh, his large hand reaching up to stifle it. You were so cute and blunt when you were sleepy like this! Nanami turned the opposite way, laughing harder into his palm, cheeks flushed while his shoulders shook.

“Sorry to break it to you,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but you’ll have to get through his infinity to do that.”

“Minor setback,”

“My love.” his freehand trailed down, gently massaging your hip, peeking out from underneath the sheet. You didn’t move, breathing deeper as you slowly drifted back to sleep. “Come on, you need to get up.”

“Ken~ five more minutes, please~”

With a glance at his watch, Nanami sighed in defeat. You’d still have time to make it to work if you picked up breakfast to go. He could put in a mobile order; that way, you could sleep in just a bit more like you wanted. Like he wanted, you deserved to get as much rest as possible.

“Fine, I’m snoozing your alarm for eight minutes,” he repeated to your dozing form. “If you fight me on it in eight minutes, I will be dragging you into the shower myself.”

“Ooookay, love ya’,” your sleepy form whispered.

“Love you too, honey.”

Eight minutes later, you groveled, hiding under the sheets as Nanami stomped in. He waited briefly to see if you would get up on your own. Without hesitation, your hand snaked out from under the layers of blankets and hit the snooze button for a fourth time.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Kento rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before digging you out from your fortress of blankets. His sudden actions had your heart racing and eyes going wide. Having him pick you up like that was a great wake-up call! You giggled and kicked your feet as Nanami carried you into the shower, not fazed by his tight grip.

“There.” Kento placed you down in front of the shower. “Get to it.” Fingers yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. “You’re going to be late.” But as he turned to walk out, you grabbed him, pulling him back into your bare chest.

“Oooh, Kento~ let me thank you for the wake-up call!” There was no chance you would let him leave now. You were wide awake and ready to go as you pulled him into the shower with a smile so sweet it could give him cavities.

Despite Nanami’s best efforts, you still arrived ten minutes late to work. Hair was messily done, a cold latte in your hands, and your uniform buttons were mismatched. Yaga jumped as you slammed a box of donuts down on the table as a makeshift apology before waving bye to Nanami, who headed to his office.

“Oooh~ my oh my! Ex-salaryman jujutsu sorcerer and our talisman expert had a lovely morning!” Satoru reached into the donut box, licking his lips as he took a bite from a jelly-filled donut. “You got a hickey on your neck, by the way, ~”

You gave Satoru your best Geto Suguru smile and head tilt. “Hey, Gojo, come here; you have powdered sugar on your blindfold.”

“Oh!?” he leaned forward, grinning. “Thanks for telling me I owe you big—” You yanked his blindfold away from his face, snarling down at the blue-eyed man before releasing it with a snap. “OW!!” Hearing Gojo’s yelp, Nanami roared with laughter as he continued down the hall; what a great way to start his morning.

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