#and your teacher is there so you can ask questions and get an immediate answer and not have to talk over people on a shitty live call

[summercreolefanfictioner]

06. of ikebana and messy rouge stains

A week before Valentine's Day, he specifically sent a request to Gojo if he could go out during the said event. After the whole snow incident, he exchanged numbers with Y/N, and she asked if she could drop by his school to give him chocolates. But because they were keeping the marriage under wraps, Toge offered seeing each other elsewhere. He texted, "I'll ask my teacher. No one will know." The next day, he received an "Okay" from her, so he thought this could be fine.

Or maybe not.

Gojo scratched the side of his head, reading Toge's request as some sort of gateway to trouble. He couldn't disclose the fact that this was a part of Toge and his fiancée's trial courtship period, courtesy of the entire Inumaki-Hanagawa union. He sighed, wondering how he could tell the principal, "Toge's going out on a date with the Hanagawa lady on Valentine's like all those silly lovesick teenage boys do on February 14th." Besides, his family would find out about him sneaking out to go on this date.

"I'll figure something out, okay?" Gojo winked at him. "Just stay back in your seat and relax."

Toge nodded. "Shake."

And he waited for three days before Gojo went back with good news. Yes, he could freely go out after classes on Valentine's Day. Bad news? Well, his request is under the pretense of him running an errand with Gojo. Of course, Gojo will let him be alone so he could enjoy his date, but they only have an hour limit. After all, it was a strict rule of Toge's grandfather that their courtship must only take place every weekend at the Inumaki residence (the exception being the Hanagawa residence in case Toge decided to visit her).

Maki, Yuta, and Panda soon learned from Gojo about this request. One day they were having a random lecture when the Six Eyes user mentioned "Toge's gonna be busy during Valentine's and the upcoming weekend, after all" like it was friggin' normal. How could Gojo think this was not unusual behavior? This was weird. Toge being busy on Valentine's, of all days? They were all supposed to have a movie/karaoke night in Yuta or Panda's room, though. Why is Toge suddenly ditching their plans? And then Yuta secretly overheard Principal Yaga and Gojo talking about the approval of Toge's request to leave the dorms on February 14th.

There is a girl.

They watch Toge from the corner of their eyes. The Cursed Speech user was just zoning out, staring out the window and fully unaware that his friends were keeping an eye on him like he was some suspicious criminal.

Yep. No doubt. There's a girl.

...

But who?

They tried taking turns, doing random stuff that could make Toge spill out about this random girl he was hiding from them. They even relied on Yuta to make him open up a deep conversation or have Panda answer a few of his questions during one of their sexy talks. Maki can make him say more things, but she doubted Toge would talk about it because they all knew Toge could read a few of her non-verbal gestures, and it might turn the tables on her. After all, Toge could be mischievous as hell, and worse, he might give an answer just to make fun of them.

"I remembered when Rika-chan gave me chocolates for Valentine's Day," Yuta reminisced, secretly trying to make Toge soft and talk to him about this imaginary girl whom they think he has the hots for. "It was messy and melted, but it tasted so good!"

Toge only hummed in response, watching Maki and Panda train on the field (they were just pretending to train all because they wanted to have Yuta find out about the secret girl).

"H-How about you, Inumaki-kun? Have you received Valentine's chocolate from someone?" Yuta asked.

Toge only shrugged, then turned around to get something from his bag. While doing so, Maki and Panda immediately halted and Yuta just made an X sign with his hands.

Plan 1: FAIL!

The next thing, after Toge warmed up, Panda called him, motioning with his hand for him to come closer. Toge sighed, jogging towards him as Panda placed an arm around his shoulder. He leaned down to whisper.

"Listen, listen," Panda said, and Toge held a deadpan expression. "This is important, so answer properly."

Toge nodded.

"Do you prefer girls with short hair or long hair?"

Toge contemplated, imagining Y/N with short hair and long hair, only for him to realize he had never seen her with her hair down. While the thought has crossed his mind a few times, he got a bit curious now. What would it be like for her to have her hair down? That's what's running through his head.

"Mentaiko," he sighed in frustration. I have no idea.

Panda was horrified, but he will not be deterred by his dubious response.

"Then, what about boobs? Do you prefer them big or small?"

That also got Toge thinking again. First, the hair. Now, the boobs. It wasn't like he had looked at Y/N in that way, but his imagination was unfortunately limited. He had never seen her too with any other clothing other than the traditional kimono, so he couldn't get quite a guess on her chest size. Furthermore, if he were to get a peek at her flesh, it would always be the nape of her neck, so fair and so pure. Sometimes, he wondered how she would feel if there was a mark on that skin. Will she be disgusted or ashamed? How would she hide a suspicious mark that he willingly gave—

Wait.

Why did he think of giving her a hickey?!

And his brain was now running wild, imagining Y/N with her hair sprawled on his mattress as she looked up at him with her half-lidded eyes and lips glistening red from his kisses. The top of her kimono was slightly pulled down, revealing her shoulder as she looked away, her cheeks blushing as she tried to hide from him by putting her arm over her face. Toge only removed it from her face, pinning her hands above her head.

"Toge," she breathed out, and he found it nice she was saying his name like that, "n-not there."

He chuckled, leaning close to her neck as he peppered kisses on her skin.

"Spread your legs."

"Toge?" Panda called his attention, worried his friend was not responding to his question. "Earth to Toge!"

Yuta and Maki looked up from their posts and saw the exchange, approaching the two to check what had happened. Panda was even snapping fingers, but Toge only stood there frozen like a statue.

"What the heck did you do?" Maki huffed, an arm on her hip as she glared at Panda.

"I just asked him a few questions!" Panda held up his arms defensively. "I didn't mean any harm."

Yuta could only chuckle at their playful banter, getting near Toge. "Inumaki-kun, are you—"

Then he stopped. Even Maki and Panda paused from arguing to see whatever it was. Toge's purple eyes were wide in awe with his whole face red as he tried to mouth off a few unintelligible words. He was gulping like there was some sort of tension he was experiencing in the air. Panda had to wave a hand in front of him, but he wasn't relenting.

Oh, dear.

Suddenly, blood slowly trickled down his nose, startling the three. The moment Maki shrieked, "Toge, your nose is bleeding!" was when Toge finally snapped, feeling wetness on his face and when he touched it—yep. There was blood.

"T-Tissue!" Yuta said, scrambling to get some only for Toge to stop him and wipe the blood off with the high collar of his turtleneck.

Shit. He daydreamed about doing some dirty stuff with Y/N in broad daylight and got a nosebleed out of it.

"Are you okay, Toge?" Panda asked. "Sorry for asking you about earlier."

Maki narrowed her eyes. "What did you ask anyway?"

"It's not important!"

Toge shook his head, waving his hand in negation. "Shake, shake." It's fine. I'm fine.

After practice ended, he took a long, cold shower. It was futile; his dreams were plagued of Y/N doing those things further with him.

Nonetheless...

Plan 2: FAIL!

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

tags: @enouche @ch3esesoup @bloemrijk (comment below so I can add you to the taglist)

[beaniebabs]

i don't wanna brag or anything but i finished my first college semester with 3 A's B)

[obsesssedblerd]

“Oh, Nanaminnnn!” 

At the familiar, cheery voice, Kento looks up to see no one other than Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorframe of his office with his usual grin. “Saw with my Six Eyes that you came to fill out those reports here instead of doing it from home. Been so long since you showed your face here and—” He cuts himself off with an excited gasp, then walks closer as his smile grows wider. “You brought my little mochi!”

In Kento’s left arm, his daughter—who had woken up from her nap about ten minutes ago—coos excitedly when Satoru enters her vision, reaching her hands towards him. “Well, hello there, sweetheart! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” He slides his hands under her plush arms, then picks her up, skillfully—and safely, Kento notes—holding her in his arms. Tiny hands brush against Satoru’s blindfold, and he lifts it so his niece can see his blue eyes. They immediately soften when the baby girl laughs when he gently tickles her tummy. 

It’s so cute that Kento can’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting. 

“Wait—Did I hear that right?! Nanamin’s here?!” 

“Itadori, wait for us!” 

“Kugisaki, you dropped your bag—Oh, come on, guys, slow down!” 

Rapid footsteps approach, then the three first years appear at the door, gasping in unison. 

“Oh, my gosh!” Yuuji, the pink-haired teenager shouts as he points at the baby in Satoru’s arms. “Nanamin, when did you have a baby?!” 

Nobara’s question comes a split-second after Yuuji’s is finished. “Is that why [Y/L/N]-sensei quit a while ago?!” 

Megumi walks to stand beside Satoru to analyze the little bundle in his teacher’s arms. “She’s… adorable.” He mumbles, gently smiling when she wraps her hand around his finger. “Very adorable. She has [Y/L/N]-sensei’s laugh.”

“Isn’t she just so precious?” Satoru asks, proudly showing her off to the first years. “So sweet and friendly, just like her Uncle Gojo.” 

“Hopefully she won’t be as reckless as you,” Kento says as he holds his hands out, and Satoru returns his daughter to him. “[Y/N] and I already believe that she’ll be the exact opposite of me.” 

Yuuji sits beside Kento to get a closer look at her. “She’s so cute. How old is she, Nanamin?” 

“Four months as of yesterday.” 

Nobara crosses her arms and pouts. “How come only he knew?” She asks, gesturing to Satoru. 

“Well, when I had to go away on a long mission, she was only a month old,” Kento explains. “He kept an eye on her and [Y/N] for me; made sure that they were both safe. I’m very grateful. We had plans to tell you about our daughter soon.” 

“Where is she now?” Megumi asks. 

“At home. I wanted her to have the morning and most of the afternoon to herself. I’ll be heading back shortly.” 

Satoru and the students share similar looks with each other, and Kento knows what they want to ask. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. “Hi, baby,” you greet when the line connects, “how’s our girl?” 

“Hi, love. She’s amazing, as always,” he says as he looks down, playfully poking the little one’s nose. “I’m with Gojo and our students. They want to know if it’s alright to come and see you.” 

“We’ll cook dinner if you’re too tired!” Nobara chimes in hopefully.

“Actually, better yet, I can just order something for everyone,” Satoru suggests. 

“And we’ll clean up,” Yuuji and Megumi say at the same time. 

You laugh, then answer Kento, “That’s more than alright. Bring them here.” 

“Thought you’d say that. See you in a bit.” 

“Yes!” Yuuji cheers. “Alright, I’m gonna ride with Nanamin so I can sit next to the baby!” 

Nobara glares at him. “Not if I get to the car first!!” 

When they sprint out the door, Megumi groans before rushing after them. “Didn’t I just tell you guys to slow down? We’re going to the same place!” 

Satoru laughs, then waits for Kento to finish up so they can walk out together. 

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there was an ask in my inbox requesting a cute drabble for dad! nanami ft. gojo (as a trusted friend of his) and the first years, but it disappeared. hope u like it, anon <3 

[saturns-smut]

In Need (Hanni, New Jeans/NJZ)

Pairing: Hanni x Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You come home to your ovulating wife Hanni and make her feel good right there in the kitchen.

Tags: Ovulation, Teasing, Ass-squeezing, Begging, Daddy kink, Degradation, Dirty talk, Breeding kink, Loud girl, Anal-play, Kitchen sex, Slapping, Missionary, Squirting, Oral (m receiving) & Riding. 

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: This is my first smut! Please tell me any feedback or advice you may have, I��d really appreciate it. This was a request by @avenger7567, so I hope you like it! If you liked reading this, please like, comment, reblog or follow to help a small writer!

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You and Hanni were high school sweethearts. Met when the history teacher paired you two to research about the 80’s. That means you know your wife better than she knows herself. 

So, it’s no surprise to you when you see Hanni squeezing her thighs when talking to you, since you also know she’s supposed to be ovulating during the next few days. 

Hanni’s face immediately gets red when she sees you walk in the kitchen after a long day of work. She presses her legs together. She smoothes out her baby blue apron. She’s apparently now very focused on cooking dinner. 

“Hi love. How are you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing with faux-innocence. “Hm… Hi… I’m good…” She stuttered, her voice small. 

“Oh, that’s great, love… What did you do while I was working?” You asked, like nothing was happening. Like Hanni wasn't feeling your hands slide from her waist to her hips. “Nothing much… Did laundry…” She answered, facing the counter and not even daring to turn around and look at you, her voice still quiet. “Just that, love?” You furthered the wait, your hands sliding even lower and playing with her thighs like nothing. Massaging them, riding your hands just up enough to find the hem of her floral dress.

Hanni should be used to it, right? She’s been married to you for almost 2 years. She should be used to your teasing questions and burning touches. But she isn’t. Every single time you touch her, Hanni’s knees weaken. And you notice. Every. Single. Time.

“Also did… Um… Also watched a movie…” She replied after a moment. “Really? What movie, love? Was it sexy?” You teased, your goal getting more and more clear with each question. “I didn't— Ah! Fuck!” Hanni starts to give you an explanation, but gets interrupted as you lift her dress enough to palm her ass. “Keep going, love. You didn’t what? I’m curious.” Your hand gave her ass cheek a hearty squeeze before moving on to cup her pussy. “I… I— Ah!” She moaned out from the feeling. “Tell me about the fucking movie, Hanni. Or I won’t touch you anymore. I know you’re ovulating, love.” You mocked the nickname, but forced Hanni to go on. 

“Name! S-Shit… I didn’t watch a porn movie… But… I-It’s about— Oh God! It’s about a songwriter… A songwriter and a— a soldier!” She tried to explain the movie plot to you, even as you rubbed your fingers up and down her cunt and circled her cute clit. Never entering her clenching hole. She didn’t deserve it yet. She hadn’t begged for it yet. Oh, but she will. You’ll make her if needed. 

You hummed, signaling her to continue. “And… and… she makes a s-song about missing h-him… Oh fuck! Name! Can you fuck me already?” Hanni whines out and you shake your head in denial. “Ask nicely, love. Be a good girl.” You tilted your head and whispered in her ear, your lips brushing against her skin and sliding lower to kiss her neck.

“Holy shit… C-can you, please, fuck m-me, daddy?” She said, after some moments of breathy whimpers and failed attempts to form a coherent sentence. You haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s already going dumb. “Hm… I don’t know… Do you deserve it already?” You teasingly hummed in her ear. 

“Please… Please, daddy… Please! Can you fuck my tight pussy? Need your big cock in it, daddy.” She whined out a loud cry, begging. You caved. “Okay, okay. Need prep?” You asked softly, deciding to stop teasing. Hanni needed this. By nature. 

“No, daddy… been wet since morning…” Your filthy answers quickly, already taking off her dress and unbuttoning her dress. “Naughty girl. Just wanna have her holes filled with cock, am I right?” 

“Yes, daddy! Wanna get all my holes filled with daddy’s thick, white cum! Gonna get knocked up and carry daddy’s baby!” She desperately said. Hanni was a real slut when ovulating. “Really? Want me to fill you up to the brim? Then plug you up so you don’t waste a single drop of daddy’s cum ‘till you get knocked up?” You dirty talked, knowing your lover got turned on by that. Your wife is filthy. And she likes filthy things. Like you and your huge cock entering her pussy in one singular move. “Daddy! You fuck me so good!” She moaned, so loud you were very likely to get a noise complaint from the neighbours. “Yeah? Feel nice and full of daddy’s dick?” You asked, starting to fuck her pussy in a slow, teasing rhythm. “So full! Daddy’s cock is so good and big!” 

“Yeah? Does this hole also want to be full of daddy’s cock?” You rubbed your thumb over her asshole, teasing the idea and almost sliding it in. “Yes! It does! Wan’ every hole full of daddy! Please, please, please, daddy!” She whined out, throwing her head back as your thrusts into her pretty cunt picked up a quickened pace. 

You gave in to her begging and slid three fingers into her backdoor, starting a painal on your beautiful wife. She let out a loud noise: either a scream from the pain caused by the sudden intrusion or a moan from the feeling of being so full. “Daddy! Bedroom!” She asked and you obeyed, picking her up (still with your cock inside her pussy and your fingers in her ass) and letting her wrap her legs around your waist.

As you walked up the stairs, headed for the bedroom, Hanni kept trying to bounce on your cock, causing you to slap your wife’s tits in order for her to stay still and not be a brat. Once you reached your shared bed, you threw her on the matress, wasting no time to take off your clothing (including her apron and slutty dress) and start fucking both of her holes in a missionary position. Hanni screamed out moans, groans, whimpers and loud cries with detailed descriptions of how good you were making her feel with your cock and fingers.

You made her feel so good that before she could warn you that she was cumming, she had already squirted all over you. The juices covering her naked stomach and your arms and abs. Your wife was insanely hot. So hot you made her cum 2 more times just with your dick. So hot she started begging to make you feel good. “Daddy… Daddy, please? Let me suck your cock! I’ll make you feel so good!”

You nodded and pulled out, Hanni quickly moving into her knees on the floor, right between your legs. She took your member in her hands, quickly guiding it to her lips. While making eye contact, the woman licked your dick from the base to the tip, leaving a small kiss at the end before sucking it all into her mouth and allowing you to fuck her throath carelessly. So you did. Buckling your hips and paying attention to the gagging noises she made. You noticed every little detail. How she tried to speak, even while knowing she couldn’t. How her teary-eyed expression looked up at you. “Shit. I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna swallow it, Hanni? Like the good dirty whore you are?” 

She couldn’t properly answer you, but how her tongue moved more eagerly was enough of a response. And with some more bobs of her head up and down your shaft, you came in her throat. Your wife swallowed it all, opening her mouth wide after to show you that she did. 

“Can I ride you?” She asked out of nowhere. “Hell yeah, I love ovulating Hanni. Come here, baby.” You patted your lap, sitting on the top of the bed and resting your back against the headboard. The woman slid down on your cock with practiced ease and began moving her hips as you both moaned in pleasure, your two voices combined creating a beautiful harmony. “God, daddy, I love your cock! It’s filling my tight cunt so well! I’m so full, daddy!”

She screamed out when she began bouncing on your dick, her tits following the motion. “Daddy! Daddy, gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” 

“Cum for me, slut. You love being my perfect slut, huh? Don't you?” You whispered in her ear as she fell apart, her body laying on your own. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

[lyjen]

Drowning

Summary: Evan’s wife is an Elementary school teacher, but when a shooter enters the school and starts shooting at teachers, (Y/n) is the first person to help. Evan gets worried as his wife doesn’t pick up her phone, but as soon as the shooting reaches the news Evan is desperate to find out where she is.

Request by: anonymous - The request

9-1-1 masterlist

Taglist: @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

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“So I want you to both be thinking about it. Put those two brains together, I want you to solve it and be able to explain how you solved it” (Y/n) finished her math instruction. “I’m going to give you two minutes to try and solve this question, you’re ready?” Her voice sounded through the classroom as she clicked on start on the timer which was displayed on the screen.

(Y/n) was an elementary school teacher, she teaches the fifth grade to be specific. She has her own classroom, a teacher assistant intern, and a really good bond with her students. She loves her job, she really does. There’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than working with children. Her husband, on the other hand, loved being a firefighter. It was his life, and in his words: he wouldn’t know where he’d be if he never started the fire academy.

When one of the kids asked her if she had a boyfriend, she told them she was married to a firefighter. The students were so enthusiastic and full of questions, so she decided to take the kids to the firehouse one day, to teach them about firefighters, dispatch and everything Bobby had to tell.

“Okay, so some of you came up with an answer and a solution.” She speaks to the group as she holds up her hand, motioning to the kids who were ready to throw their answer to her head, to hold up their hands. “Do we have a volunteer to tell us what answer they got and how they got it?” multiple hands had gone up into the air, but those hands quickly were put down when loud screams sounded through the hallways.

But it was the gunshot that went off after that which caught her attention the most. Her eyes shot towards her teacher assistant Katy, who was sitting at the desk grading some homework as she immediately dropped the pen. Katy’s eyes went wide when she realized what was happening while multiple gasps from the students filled the silence in the room.The gunshot sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s whole body, as she remembered the three words: Run, hide, fight.

That was the protocol. Run if you can, hide if you can not evacuate safely and fight if your life is in danger.

“Everyone. Hide underneath your desks” She said softly as she tried to stay as calm as she possibly could.

The students all get off their seats and follow their teachers instructions as Katy runs off to the windows and closes the blinds. Meanwhile (Y/n) gets the remote for the screen and quickly shuts it off and runs towards the lightswitch to turn it off.

“Katy, help me move this” she says as she tries to push a mid-high bookcase in front of the door to barricade it. Katy quickly moves towards (Y/n) and helps her move the cabinet, so no one would be able to get in or out of the classroom.

When the cabinet was on the right spot, (Y/n) made her way towards the kids to make sure they were okay.

“You’re okay, we’re going to be fine” (Y/n) whispered softly to one of the students who was having a breakdown. She took place on the ground and folded her legs over each other, and she rubbed her hands over the kid’s upper arm, as a sign that she was there. They were not alone.

She let her fingers wipe away the tears of the girl’s cheeks and tried to hush her. She didn’t want to draw any attention. The girl almost started hyperventilating because she was that scared. “Amelia I need you to take slow deep breaths” (Y/n) whispered almost inaudibly. The girl nodded her head as she tried to copy her teacher’s breathing pattern. “Good, through your nose and out through the mouth” (Y/n) complimented her.

Huddled up with some kids to her side, (Y/n) tried her best to calm down the kids who were having a hard time to deal with the situation. Students around her were silently crying, while they were comforting themselves and each other.

There was an ear deafening silence floating through the classroom. They could practically hear the clock on the wall, ticking after each minute that had gone by.

With every footstep she heard on the hallway outside of the classroom, (Y/n)’s heart would skip a beat. There could be children running for their lives, other teachers or the shooter choosing their next victim.

After minutes, maybe even an hour of sitting in silence, a high pitched yelp sounds through the walls of her classroom. But that scream gets cut off by a sudden gunshot. More gasps and sobs sound softly through the classroom. With wide eyes (Y/n) tries to focus on the sound of the hallway.

“No. No, what are you going to do?!” Katy’s voice whispered desperately as (Y/n) crouched down and made her way towards the door of her classroom. The assistant crawled her way towards (Y/n), who was down at the door. Looking through the little gap between the window of the door and the bookcase.

(Y/n) glances through the window and spots a fellow teacher, down on the ground while a puddle of blood is being created underneath her. “Don’t be a hero” Katy says as softly as she possibly could.

She turned her head at Katy, “She’s hurt and needs help, I can’t just leave her to..” she shrugged her shoulders, she couldn’t say die. Not with her kids around, not when they were already traumatized enough by the sounds “You know..” she continued as she shrugged her shoulders.

She couldn’t do nothing. That was not who she was.

“But the shooter is still out there.” Katy says as she desperately starts to look around her. “That’s why I need you to stay here and keep them safe” (Y/n) whispered as she pointed out at her class. Katy shook her head with a frightened look in her eyes “No.. I can’t do that” Katy sighed as she looked at the kids.

“It wasn’t a question Katy, stay here and keep them safe. Close the door behind me” She repeated one more time as she looked at her over the shoulder.

With both her hands she moved the bookcase on one end a little backwards so she was able to squeeze through the gap of the door. Her hand reached for the lever of the door, as she as silently as possible pulled the lever down and squeezed her body through the door. (Y/n) could hear the door close behind her.

Still crouching, she made her way towards her colleague and let her knees drop to the ground when she reached her. “You’re gonna be okay” she said, barely inaudible as she made eye contact with her. The teacher had lost a lot of blood, the puddle was becoming bigger with the second.

The female teacher had been shot in the chest. (Y/n) went with her first instinct, putting pressure on the wound. Without thinking, she pressed her bare hands onto the chest of the woman. The woman winced and hissed at the pain that was being pushed onto her gunshot wound. “I know it hurts, but you have to stay with me okay?” (Y/n) said as her eyes wandered from the wound to the woman’s eyes.

She was on the edge of passing out. (Y/n) could tell. The woman was blinking so fast, and she looked exhausted. “Shit” (Y/n) cursed as the eyes of the woman rolled to the back of her head. Quickly she pressed two fingers of her right hand into the skin of the neck to see if she had a pulse.

Her heart was still beating, which meant she just had to put pressure onto the wound. So the heart would have enough blood to pump around.

But then the feeling of a cold metal getting pressed onto her skin spreads a shiver down her entire body. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart was pounding in her chest, as if it was trying to break free from her chest.

(Y/n) was frozen in her position, hovering over the woman. Putting pressure to the wound which was still trying to bleed through the small gaps between her fingers..

“Let go” the sound of a low male voice said.

She swallowed, as she felt the metal being pushed, deeper into her skin. She slightly shook her head, “You don’t have to do this” she slowly said as she kept as still as possible. “I do, everyone in this building has to pay for what they did for me.”

A click sounded. He reloaded his gun. Just one click away from a bullet inside of her head.

“I get it.” her voice said as she felt her breathing become faster because of the adrenaline. “When they don’t see you. And no one is there to help.” She squeezed her eyes closed at the pressure of the gun that was being pushed into the side of her forehead.

“Shut. Up.” His voice hissed at (Y/n).

Tears were falling down her face as she tried to keep enough pressure on the wound of the woman. “Struggling every single day of your life, trying to find a reason to be here”

“I said shut up!” he yelled as he fired a warning shot into the concrete walls of the hallway.

She flinched at the sudden gunshot. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t give up. She needed to try, and enter his mind. Try to talk him out of it, or buy herself more time. “The bucket will fill itself with more and more water everyday. And one day, that bucket will overflow.” She tried to remain strong as her voice became more trembling by every word she spoke.

The man pushes the gun once again into her skin, the muzzle still a little warm because of the bullet that popped out a few seconds ago. A click sounds as he reloads another bullet. “And you’ll realize that you’ve been drowning.. and if there’s no one to reach out their hand...” she squeezed her eyes shut as she remained silent for a second and another tear escaped the corner of her eye.

Multiple gunshots sounded through the hallway of the school as the gun, which the shooter was holding against her head fell down to the ground together with the body of the shooter.

A gasp left her mouth as the bullets whooshed along her ears. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the body of the shooter lying behind her on his back. Lifeless.

Everything that was happening was moving in slow motion. When she looked in front of her she could see multiple swat soldiers entering the hallway with their guns pointed towards the man behind her.

“Suspect is down” one of the soldiers said into their radio’s as they made their way towards (Y/n) and the shooter.

With two paramedics following the soldiers, the paramedics kneeled down next to the female teacher which (Y/n) tried to save her life. The paramedics put down their medic bags beside them and zipped the bag open as they grabbed some gauze.

“You can let go now. We’ve got her.” the male paramedic said as he tried to get her attention by putting his hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) was still in shock. How did she survive this? Why didn’t he just shoot her when he had the chance? Why listen to her words?

“Sorry” she said as she got back to earth. She slowly retreated her hands back to her own body as the paramedic quickly pressed the gauze down onto the wound. (Y/n) slightly flinched as she felt a hand curling around her bicep, pulling her up to her feet and escorting her down the hall to the open world. She let them. She was too shaken up to try and fight or ask questions.

______

“Hi this is (Y/n)’s phone, please leave a message after the tone!” Her voice sounded through the speaker of Evan’s phone as he ended the call before the tone could ring into his ear.

A sigh leaves Evan’s mouth as he continues to send her a text, asking her to call him back when she can.

Hen walks into the kitchen when a frown morphed onto her face. “Hey you okay?” She asked when she noticed Evan’s slightly worried face that was focussed on his phone.

Evan clicks on the send button as he slips his phone back into his pocket, and he curls his fingers around the glass of water he had made.

“I’m fine..” he sighs as he leans with his forearms onto the kitchen counter. “I have just tried to call (Y/n) multiple times but she doesn’t answer. Normally she would’ve called me back by now”

They called everyday, especially when Evan was on shift. She would call him after school had come to an end and all kids had left the classroom.

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” Evan laughed at himself as he shook his head. He sounded like he was going insane. As if he couldn’t live without her. But it was a routine, so when that routine gets interrupted, it feels weird.

Normally Evan was the one to not pick up, when he was on a call. But he always called her back when they were back at the firehouse. Sometimes it could take hours, but it could also be minutes. It depended on the call of course.

“No not at all.. I’m sure she will call you back, maybe she’s talking to a parent or she’s just busy.” Hen touches Evan’s upper arm as she tries to reassure him that his wife is okay.

“Yeah, you’re right..” Evan pushed himself off the kitchen counter, he grabbed his glass and walked towards the sofas. “Maybe I’m being a little bit paranoid, she’s fine..” Evan glances at Hen who gives him a nod and a pat on his shoulder.

“Turn the volume up” Eddie says as Chimney grabs the remote and quickly turns up the volume by pressing down on the button.

“We just confirmed that about two hours ago, there has been a school shooting here in Los Angeles. The remarkable thing is that the school where this happened, was an elementary school”

“Jesus” Eddie sighs.

“The police have confirmed that after about an hour and a half after the shooter had fired the first bullet, they shot down the shooter. The name of the school where this happened is the Great Oak Elementary School. Parents are arriving at the school now to pick up their kids. There’s one wounded teacher and two casualties, both were working at the school.”

“That’s horrible. Imagine you see this on the news and you have to pick up your traumatized child.” Hen says as she continues to listen to the tv.

“Can’t imagine what that must feel like” Eddie’s voice sounds through the room.

Evan was intensely thinking. Why was that name so familiar? What was it about that school that made him think that he had a connection to it? He didn’t have any kids, at least not yet. “Wait what school did they say?” Evan double checked the name with his team, to see if he heard them correctly.

“I think it was Great Oak Elementary School” Chimney says as he focuses again onto the television screen.

Evan’s heart dropped in his chest. As soon as he heard that name fall off the lips of his colleague's mouth, it felt like all of the air he had in his lungs was getting pushed out. Everything's coming together now.

It was the school his wife worked for.

“But why even an elementary school, not that any school would’ve been any better or different. But we’re talking about ages 5 to 10 years old. Those children are going to be scarred for life” Eddie’s dull voice sounded over the loft into Evan’s ears.

No texts, no calls, nothing.

Evan’s hearing is dull, everything is still continuing on the back of his mind but his brain is working over hours now. Making up all different kinds of scenarios of what could’ve happened in that school. “Wow Buck, you alright?” Another dull voice rang through his ears.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched at the sudden touch and his eyes connected with Hen’s as he turned his head towards her. A frightened look was spread over his face as he tried to control his breathing.

He looked down to his feet, which were suddenly wet and cold. He realizes he had dropped his glass of water down to the ground. His boots are now soaking wet, with the water dripping down his pipes. But that was the last thing he was worried about right now.

His brain filled with all different kinds of scenarios were running through his mind. “(Y/n)” he mumbled through his panicked breaths as he tried to look at Hen, who was still pressing her hand onto his shoulder while her other hand was curled around his upper arm.

“Oh no..” Hen said as he puzzled the pieces together. Finally realizing what was happening and what Evan meant.

Bobby’s voice sounded through the space as he stepped onto the loft “What’s happening?”

“There has been a school shooting at Great Oaks Elementary. The school where Buck’s wife works” Hen quickly explained to Bobby as she held her grip onto Evan’s upper arm.

Evan’s eyes that were full of worry wandered towards his captain's eyes who was coming closer towards him every second. “She isn’t answering any of my calls or texts. And I’m not waiting for the hospital to call me and tell me that she’s..” Evan sighs at the worst case scenario that was in his mind.

“Please Bobby. I need to go. I need to see for myself if she’s okay.” Evan’s broken voice sounded.

“Look Buck, I get it. But you don’t have to do this on your own. We’re coming with you, whether you like it or not. (Y/n) is our family too.” Bobby says as he softly squeezed Evan’s shoulder. A small smile spread across Evan’s face as those words left Bobby’s mouth.

“Let’s go and find (Y/n)” Bobby says as he patted his hand onto Evan’s shoulder as a sign to go.

-

“What do you mean she isn’t here?” Evan says after Athena finished her conclusion. “I just told you, every teacher that was here on school grounds during the shooting has been checked by paramedics, and are now sitting in a room. They’re getting the information they need if they want help. But I’ve seen every teacher in that room, and she wasn’t there Buck, only her teaching assistant Katy.” Athena continues her explanation.

“Well, have you asked Katy if she knows anything about the whereabouts of my wife?” Evan asks, maybe a little annoyed. “No, not yet. I’m waiting for the professionals to finish their job. And after that, I’ll see if Katy is willing to talk” She calmly answers Evan’s question.

“How long is that gonna take?” Evan sighs as he puts his hands on his hips. He’s losing his patience. This is taking too long. “I’m sure they’re almost done, this should only take a few more minutes” Athena reassured him.

“I don’t have time for this.. what if Katy doesn’t know where she is? This might lead to a dead end.” Evan tries to stop himself from panicking, as he rushes a hand through his short curly hair. He had to do something. He couldn’t just stand there and wait on a teaching assistant who maybe doesn't have an answer to their questions.

Evan quickly turned around and slid his phone out of his pocket. He had to try it, at least one more time. He clicks on the green icon and clicks on her name, impatiently he presses the phone against his ear. Maybe she did have it with her.. right?

“Buck..” Evan could hear Bobby sigh as he was walking away from his team.

Evan listens to the sound of the phone beeping, trying to connect with the other phone. He was pacing through one of the hallways, silently listening to the beeps of the phone. Evan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he could hear a ringtone going off from a distance. Was that someone else’s phone or was that the phone he was trying to reach?

The ringtone stopped playing when Evan was being sent to voicemail. He quickly presses the red button, and decides to try and call the phone again.

Once more the same ringtone sounds through the hallway.

Evan follows the sound, making his way through the hallways until after multiple times of calling her phone, he reaches the door of a classroom. The tone sounded loudly through the space of the room.

Evan stepped into the classroom and walked towards the desk where the phone was buzzing. “There you are..” Evan whispered to himself as he grabbed the phone and frowned at the idea of his wife leaving her phone behind. She never leaves her phone behind.

He shoved his own phone into his pocket as he made his way back towards his team who were now talking with a young woman, probably Katy.

“Can we please ask you a few questions?” Evan could hear Athena ask the TA, who nodded at her question. “When was the last time you saw (Y/n)?” Athena continued to ask her. “During the shooting, we were all hiding inside the classroom just like protocol said. And she told me to watch the kids.. she went to help the lady who was shot outside of our classroom. I heard multiple gunshots, when I was alone with the kids. But I haven’t seen her since she told me to watch them.” Katy explains.

Evan could feel his knees trembling, like they were suddenly turning into Jell-o.

“That’s everything I know” Katy says as she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s okay, thank you Katy. If something pops into your mind, give me a call” Athena says as she gives Katy her card with her contact details and Katy walks away.

“Alright, there’s two things we can do. One, we go to the hospital and check if she may be in the ER. Or two, we go check the..-” Athena gets cut off by Evan’s voice.

“Morgue” Evan finished Athena’s sentence and shook his head. “We’re going to the ER of the nearest hospital, she’s not dead. She can’t be.” Evan continued. “Buck.” Bobby’s voice spoke up when Evan wiped his hand against his forehead, as if it helped him to get rid of the thought of his wife being dead. “I refuse to believe that she’s dead, I want to go to the hospital” Evan states as he could hear his own voice trembling.

Evan felt Bobby’s hand landing onto his shoulder. “It’s your decision to make Buck, if you want to go to the hospital, we go to the hospital” Bobby said as he looked into Evan’s eyes again. Evan nodded. He made his decision.

The drive towards the nearest hospital was silent, but when the truck pulled to a stop Evan’s hand reached for the door and he jumped out as fast as he could.

He had waited long enough. He needed his answers now.

Before the rest of his team got out of the truck, Evan had already gone through the glass doors. Evan came to a stop at the nurse station, using his hands as a brake by pressing it against the desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for (Y/n) Buckley” he panted as he focussed on the nurse who was scrolling through the documents of people who had gotten in.

“Evan?” her familiar voice sounds through his ears. His eyes went wide as he heard that voice he had hoped to hear through the phone the first time he called her. He pushed himself off the desk he was leaning on and followed her voice.

“(Y/n)?” he softly said as he looked around him. When his eyes connected with hers, his heart skipped a beat. She was alive. Just like he said.

“Evan” she sighed as she finally saw her husband's face. Evan basically sprinted towards (Y/n) as he heard her broken voice say his name. Her knees were trembling, and were on the edge of giving in. “Hey! Hey! I’m here!” Evan panted as he curled his arms around his wife and she collapsed into his arms.

She was sobbing as soon as she felt his arms curled around her body and she tightened her grip around his body, like he was the only thing to keep her from drowning. He was the hand she had to hold onto. “I’m here” Evan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding this entire time.

He let his hand cup the back of her head and he pressed his lips against her hair.

He slowly pulled back, but his arms remained around her body. He wasn’t letting her go. The hand he had pressed against the back of her head, wandered to her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

“W-what are you doing here? Are you hurt?” he stumbled as he quickly checked her on any wounds. She shook her head as she placed both of her hands down onto his chest. “No, I’m okay” she gasped through her tears.

When Evan’s eyes fell onto her hands, which were now placed on his chest, he noticed her hands which were still covered in dried blood.

He placed his hands over hers as he softly grabbed her hand and started inspecting it. “It isn’t mine” she sighed as she tried to reconnect her eyes with Evan’s, who was focussed on making sure his wife wasn’t hurt.

“Then whose blood is that?” Evan’s voice asked, concerned when his eyes remained on her hands. “T-the woman who had been shot..” she said as she tried to catch her breath. Evan’s eyes furrowed “I helped her..” in the middle of her sentence, she stopped talking. “I kept her alive, even with a gun pointed at my head” she continued.

She could hear the gunshots going off in the back of her mind, the explanation she had just given her husband brought her right back to that place. So much has happened in those few minutes, she barely had time to process everything that happened in such a short time.

Tears were streaming down her face as she was reminded of the incident. “He wanted to shoot me in the head”

“Oh baby..” a loud sigh left his lips as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “You did so good” he mumbled against her forehead as he pressed another kiss onto it and pulled his wife back into an embrace.

“I was so scared Evan, I really thought this is it.. that everything I did, was for the last time” (Y/n) sobbed as she locked her arms around his body once again and her head pressed against his broad chest. “But you fought like hell, like I knew you would. You fought for that woman, for the students, yourself and me. You fought your way back to me.” Evan said as he pulled away a little, so her head wouldn’t be touching his chest anymore and he could place both his hands onto her cheeks.

“You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

______

A gasp fell off (Y/n)’s lips as a gunshot roared through the back of her mind. Her eyes were suddenly wide open and her entire body was drenched in sweat. She let her hands fall against her face as she sighed. It was just another dream, a nightmare to be more specific.

It had been weeks since the shooting on the Great Oak Elementary School, but what happened that day, was still haunting her until today.

Falling asleep was a problem at first, the first nights after the incident, she was all wrapped around Evan. Trying to get her to sleep like she was a baby that couldn’t find the right spot to sleep on.

Evan worked twenty four hour shifts, he couldn’t just go home in the middle of shift, in the middle of the night to help his wife to fall asleep at night. So sometimes, (Y/n) wouldn’t sleep at all at night, she would just wait until he came home and the second Evan was home she would doze off.

But now, it’s the constant nightmares she had. Every dream she had wasn’t the same, it’s not like she had the same nightmare over and over again on loop. No, she was having different kinds of scenario’s everytime she closed her eyes.

She let her hands fall down onto the mattress as she glanced at Evan who was peacefully asleep on his side of the bed. (Y/n) threw off the blanket and swung her feet over the side of the bed and grasped the first hoodie she saw lying down on the floor. The hoodie was a little oversized and fell over her bum.

(Y/n) stepped down the stairs of the loft and flicked on the kettle to make some tea. Maybe that would help her calm down. With her back towards the living room, she pressed her elbows down onto the flat surface of the kitchen counter.

She was tired, but couldn’t sleep. Not if she was having these nightmares, everytime she closed her eyes. (Y/n) let her head rest between her hands as she closes her eyes for a second, just to try and let the stress exit her body while the water was boiling.

Evan groaned as he turned around in bed and let his arm find the body of his wife. When his arm connected with the jumpy mattress, he pushed his head off the pillow as a confused frown was spread across his face. He wasn't expecting his arm to find the mattress, he was waiting for his arm to connect with (Y/n)’s body.

He lets his arm swipe along the mattress again to make sure she wasn’t somewhere else on the mattress. Evan turns his body and reaches out to turn on the night lamp on his nightstand. He squeezed his eyes as he tried to adjust his eyes to the bright light on his nightstand and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Evan swung his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up to make his way downstairs, determined to find his wife. When he silently stepped down the stairs, he smiled at the way she was standing. A Los Angeles Fire Department hoodie to keep her comfortable, her eyes closed as she was leaning on her hands. While the kettle was releasing steam as it was finished boiling.

A groan left her lips as she felt a hand curled around her hip and his chin was leaning on her shoulder. Her hand reached behind her as she tried to find Evan’s arm. “Can’t sleep?” his sleepy voice asked, with his eyes still closed as he was still trying to wake up.

“Yeah” she whispered as she nodded at his question, and she placed her other hand down on his cheek as he was still leaning with his chin onto her shoulder.

“Still having those nightmares huh?” He asked her as he pressed a kiss on the palm of her hand that was resting on his face.

“Yeah, what’s new..” she sighed, she had the feeling those nightmares weren’t going away anytime soon anyways. She grabbed a cup from the upper cabinet, placed it onto the counter and started to pour water from the kettle into it.

When the cup was full enough, she placed the kettle back. “Evan?” Her soft voice sounded raspy.

“Hmm?” Evan hummed as he slightly opened his eyes to check on his wife. His arm was still wrapped around her, curved around her hip. She swallowed loudly.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this..” she whispered as she placed both of her hands flat against the counter as she stared right in front of her.

Evan’s hand started to come loose from her hip, as he let his lower back fall against the kitchen island, which was placed on the other side of the kitchen counter (Y/n) was making her tea on.

He folded his arms over each other as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets. “You mean the nightmares, right?” Evan needed a confirmation that he knew she was talking about.

She felt Evan leaving her side. But she couldn’t look at him without breaking down. So she remained standing with her back towards Evan. “No.. I meant, being a teacher.” She said as she started to make circles with her finger onto the kitchen counter.

“What? What do you mean? You love being a teacher” Evan said as he tried to make eye contact again. But she wouldn’t turn around.

She shook her head as she sighed, trying to keep her tears from falling down. “That was before this all happened. You know how exhausting it is to be wary of every single thing around you?” she sniffled as she turned her face towards the ceiling, trying everything in her power to not show her tears, or show her fear.

With her sleeves falling over her hands, she wiped the small tears away that had started rolling down her cheeks. “Every time before I even enter the school my throat goes dry, I start sweating and I can’t stop myself from shaking” she tried to say through her tears and sobs.

She turned her body, and let herself slide against the kitchen doors, dropping to the ground as she cried even harder. “I’m sick and tired of flinching at every sudden sound I hear. I can’t sleep, because any time when I close my eyes, even if it’s just for one silly second, I’m there again. With a gun against my head.” she confessed.

(Y/n) let the back of her head lean against the kitchen cabinet as she felt Evan coming closer, while she looked at the ceiling again. Trying to get rid of the tears that showed her biggest fears and weaknesses. “I can’t do this anymore Evan” she sobbed as she pressed her palms against her face. All she wanted to do was hide.

It feels like she’s drowning, drowning into her own fear and tears. The fear is over taking her like waves of the ocean, if no one would reach out that hand to help her.. she might drown.

“No.. you’re scared. And I get your reaction, but we don’t always make the best decisions when we’re operating out of fear” Evan spoke up as he curled his arm around her knee.

A sigh leaves Evan’s mouth as he tries to think of the right thing to say. “I know how hard it is to get over something so traumatizing, that you don’t know what you’re doing it for no more” he said as he tightened his arm around her knee. “But what happened could have happened anywhere. At the grocery store, in our own home, hell even at the fire station” Evan continued as he tried to get her attention, but she was too emotional to make eye contact.

She could hear every word he said, every breath he took, every moment of silence he needed, to think of what he was going to say next.

“So I need you to stop saying that you can’t do this. Because I know you can. You’re one of the strongest women I know. And I’m so proud to call you my wife. But right now, I need you to grab my hand and trust me when I say that we’ll figure this out.” tears were starting to well in Evan’s eyes as he quickly wiped his finger underneath his eyes to get rid of the tears he felt, as they were about to roll over his cheeks.

Evan loosened his grip around her knee as he reached out his hand, with his palm faced towards the ceiling. “We do this together, just like we did all the times I got hurt and didn’t know what to do” Evan said as he lowered his head, trying to get her eyes connected with him again.

Silence took over the space they were in.

Evan’s hand was still dangling between her knees as he waited for her attention and answer. “Together?” he asked one more time.

A soft smile made its way onto her face, as she nodded. “Together.” she said determined and placed her hand onto his as Evan sent her a small smile her way.

She had helped him countless times, now it was his turn to help her.

[stargrltara]

𝒞𝒪𝒲𝐵𝒪𝒴

MDNI 18+

Being new to the X-Mansion wasn’t easy. Actually, it’s been the hardest adjustment you think you’ve ever encountered.

It started when Charles Xavier found you, ridding you from your family who despised mutants and decided you’d be an amazing student at the school even though you were over 18, clearly reading some sort of potential. At first you were hesitant, but after a brief explanation and clearance you knew you didn’t really have a second option.

In fact, it was all going smoothly. You made friends really quick, probably due to your charm and your fascinating abilities. You were a really kind and nurturing person naturally, very talkative but also an observer from afar.

You had a decent roommate, though they snored and sometimes would have not so private make out sessions with their boyfriend every now and again. God you wish you could get a break from that.

Everything was way too good to be true, until, the Wolverine showed up. He walked in like he owned the place, his hair jet black and slightly mishevelled but so perfectly carved into little ears at the top. A rugged beared covered his jaw and he had these alluring hazel eyes that twinkled when they traced over your figure.

You were with your new best friend Rogue, who happened to be close with him. She immediately ran to him, “Hey, Kid.” he rumbled, and his lips curved into a smirk as he listened to her saying how much she missed him and asking him about his trip of some sort. You always heard stories about him, but seeing him in person is different, and you’re not sure why.

You stood there, arms folded over your chest as you examined him from afar. His gruff demeanour, the way his voice lowers almost into a growl when he speaks. He keeps his sentences short snd sharp, almost cold. His eyes tilted to your figure, glancing an eye before turning back to Rogue and you felt your heart drop into your stomach at the way you two locked eyes for a split second

A few hours later, you find yourself in class, daydreaming as your professor leisure’s the class on information already covered. Your mind flutters and you find yourself in a trance of thoughts. Wolverine. Thats when your teacher pulled you back into reality when she you called your name to answer a question which unfortunately you weren’t even paying attention to. Fuck.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The whole day you couldn’t stop thinking about him. And throughout a few weeks, you two were playing eye tag in the corridors or when he’d walk into your class to grab something. Even during training, you’d bat your lashes up at him as he’d scold your class on how to properly handle missions, to be honest, your mind was elsewhere, gazing into the ember of his eyes worried that he would catch a glimpse of you staring.

Thinking about how he looked in person, how tough and mean he was as everyone described. You were almost intimated; he was way bigger than you. You bet he could pick you up and throw you over his shoulder if he wanted, or wrap his bicep around your neck like a necklace. But you shouldn’t be thinking about this, especially not with him. He’s older. Over 100 years old, though he still looks perfect.

You stare at your ceiling, trying to block out the thoughts although it’s hard when you’re listening to the heavy making out happening in the bed next to you. Again. Jesus, people can be inconsiderate. But it’s impossible to block out the cacophony, so you found yourself wandering around the mansion.

The X-Mansion is gorgeous. The antique furniture and wooden walls reflecting the moons beams of ray. You carried on your journey until you got to the kitchen, it was empty, thank god, you weren’t in the mood for anyone right now.

Your tiredness had escaped after a whole bowl of icecream, you leaned against the counter beside the fridge with a spoon in mouth, about to add some more icecream to the bowl until you heard heavy footsteps.

Your ears perked up in alert. The thudding inched closer until you finally saw the source. It was him. Logan. His towering figure, his white tank top clad chest which did nothing to cover his broad shoulders and bulging biceps. His forearms veined and pure muscle.

He looked you up and down, eyes trailing down your frame as your lips parted. You didn’t know what to say, though you were salivating at the mouth; you bit back every word which strived to flutter from your lips. Instead, he muttered to you first.

“Hey.” He wasn’t new to people being surprised at his presence, being almost intimidated but also in a state of fret. You swallowed hard before planting a soft smile on your face, “Hey.” you returned, before avoiding eye contact to try and conclude the growing tension, and looking back down at your icecream.

He huffed before walking closer, every step making fire burn through your veins. “Jesus, doesn’t anybody sleep around here?” he groaned, although there was slight humour behind his voice, it was covered by his gruffness.

“Aparently not.” You gave your answers short and sweet, your voice soft, almost too inviting, incase your words triggered him or made him angry. You didn’t wanna regret saying anything.

A scoff erupted from his throat which faded into a dry chuckle, as his figure walked past you, you could smell the lingering stench of cigars and leather. You could almost sense the sin which clung to his clothes like a parasite. It invaded your nostrils, covering them like a blanket as he searched in the fridge for something.

You were curious, people have said you have no filter, you enjoy speaking your mind. You find it refreshing, and even if you didn’t, those telepaths would know anyway. Your couldnt hold yourself back. “What’cha lookin’ for—?” You muttered, head tilting before he cut you off. “—Beer. “

You smacked your lips together in acceptance of his cold attitude, knowing it was coming. His looming figure turned you turned to you, and his eyes raked over your features as they sharpened so glamorously in the moonlit sky which painted the walls a glowy silver.

Your eyes locked with his, and now you notice every crevice on his face. His gaze turned to your low cut T, fit with some shorts and your little slippers. You could feel his stare burning through your skin as he stared at your stomach, the way your shirt rid up lightly as you leaned against the counter. Though, the fire burnt so good as you knew he was almost intrigued by you.

His lips opened to speak, his voice a rough huff, “Got any beer ‘n this place?” he raised a brow, his glare still piercing your skin and shocking through your veins. God, the way he leaned an arm over the top of the fridge made him look so massive compared to you.

Looking up at him, “ ‘m not sure.. “ you trailed off, trying to recall if any of your teachers had a secret stash somewhere. “—I mean, I don’t drink, so like..” you muttered, trying to find the right words, earning a snicker from him.

“ ‘course you don’t, kid.” he chuckled, and you narrowed your eyes at his nickname for you. “Not that I’m not allowed to drink.” you asserted, “I just don’t.” He raised a brow, confused on why you’re going on a little side rant.

Truth be told, you’re just nervous. And praying that he couldn’t hear the way your heart beat out of your chest. “..right.” he muttered, before you spoke up again. “—but i’m pretty sure one of my professors have some in the cupboard somewhere.” you motioned to all the cupboards above you and beside you.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately reached for the cupboard over your head. You glared at him through your lashes as you felt the heat radiating off of his body. Almost corrupting you. He chuckled to himself in achievement before leaning against the counter beside you, popping the cap open like it was nothing and taking a long swig of the beer.

His fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle, and your eyes bore at his hands, wondering how it’d look if he got his claws out right at this very moment.

You were yearning for some sort of conversation, some communication. You wanted to hear his voice echo through your ears again, wanted to feel your heart drop into your stomach as he growled lowly. “..soo, what’s your excuse for being awake?” you attempted to should as nonchalant and unbothered as possible, your eyes locking with eachother intensely.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He answered hoarsely, and you hummed. The corner of Logan's lips quirks up in a slight, barely discernible smirk at your question. He pulls out a cigar from his pocket before lighting it like light work before taking a drag of his cigar, the smoke curling around him before he exhales.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” you sympathised but he was quick to respond, Logan catches the subtle shift in your gaze, and he can't help but notice the flicker of curiosity and unease in your eyes. His lips curl into a wry smirk at your words, his gruff exterior shielding his own weariness. “—don’t waste your apologies on me, darlin’.”

He gives a dismissive wave with the hand holding the cigar, the smoke spiralling around him like a wispy tendril. He takes a step closer, shortening the distance between you, his gaze never leaving yours. The nickname does nothing but make a pool in your stomach heat, the thick tension almost suffocating you whole.

Logan's voice is gruff and gravelly, yet there's a subtle hint of exhaustion underlying his words. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding a steely determination. He takes a moment to study your expression, observing the lines of exhaustion that slightly crease your face, the way your eyes seem to flicker with something enticing. “What’s yours?”

“—oh, I couldn’t sleep either.” You brushed off, honestly surprised by how he’s keeping up the small talk. “My roommate and her boyfriend are always doing.. stuff.” you groaned lightly at the thought of it, and Logan cocked an almost suggestive smirk at you.

“I've had my fair share of noisy roommates back in the day, kid. I guess you jus’ gotta have the talent for blocking it all out.“ He takes another sip of his beer, his gaze briefly lingering on the curve of your small of your neck as you tilt your head.

“I guess.” You repeat with a nod, “—but you’re so lucky you get your own room.” you groan fed up of your roommate always making sleeping so hard, your voice slightly envious as you watch him cross him arms over his broad chest, his muscles now flexing, and your gaze burning shaking chills down your spine.

“..I need my privacy sometimes.” His eyes narrow slightly as he looks at you, the gruffness in his tone betraying a hint of something deeper. Something more captivating.

Your brows raise instinctively, and you grin almost playfully at his words, “Oh, yeah, cowboy?” you giggled as he scoffed, but betraying a small gruff chuckle behind it.

Logan notices the suggestiveness of your smirk and can't help but huff out a small laugh. He leans back against the counter; Logan's gaze flicks between you and his cigar.

He takes another drag, the smoke encircling him like a veil, masking his subtle glances at your form. You cant deny it fuelled something in you, finally being able to talk with a man you’ve been almost stalking for weeks. A slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he responds, his rough voice more playful than before

“You know, you've got a real smart mouth on ya', kid. Careful, or it might get you into trouble.” He keeps his gaze locked on you, his eyes flickering over your form, appreciating your confidence.

You don’t know what’d gotten into you, but you felt yourself just spilling out whatever came to mind now. “As long as you don’t snitch on me.” Your voice was a seductive purr, low and inviting as you found yourself falling into Logan’s spell. Yes, it was your true self, but Logan seemed almost surprised at how you were drawing him in, almost enchantingly.

Logan’s baby pink lips curved into a grin, he knew what you were doing. He could sense how badly you wanted him, the way you grazed his arm softly but the touch sent ripples to his core. He put out his cigar, stubbing it onto his hand before putting it back into his pocket.

He could smell the slick growing in your underwear. He could feel the heat radiating off of your skin, seeping through his. “Don’t you worry, sugar. Your secrets safe with me.” he grumbled gruffly, though there was a glint of tempt in his words, as if he was going to give in.

You giggled softly and that only fuelled his temptation, your sweet little lips tilting into a smirk as you watched him lean closer. Taking another puff of his cigar and gazing through the haze of the smoke. You couldn’t hold back, you inched closer as did he.

“Y’know, ‘f you ever need another room to crash in..” his voice was low and dangerous, you both knew his implications. “—got a whole king sized bed to myself..” he leaned into you, your bodies were so close you could feel his weight on your petite body as you felt pinned to the counter behind you.

His rough exterior, ragged beard scratched your cheek as he leaned into your ear, his warmth fanning your skin. “—know a few ways I could put ya’ to sleep,” his chuckle was a growl, a primal growl and you gasped lightly.

Your hands flew up, grazing the sides of his arms and snaking up to his biceps, his shoulders. His face leaned back to look into your glimmering orbs and he just grinned almost hungrily at you, like he was holding back. You parted your lips, breath staggered as you whispered, “Wolverine.. It’s not a good idea—“

“Logan.” he interrupted. You repeated, “—logan.” and it rolled off your tongue so naturally, so gracefully and all he could imagine was you screaming that name all night, your voice bouncing off the walls and his hands all over you.

“Cmon.. scared you’ll like it?” he breathed, leaning in so close your lips were almost touching. You knew it was wrong, though you knew you were so tempted, so eager to just taste his liquor lips. You couldn’t form a word for once, for once you were finally silenced, beaten at your own game. You never expected this to happen.

So, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you slammed your lips against his into a starved kiss , the bold action catching him off guard but as he got into the rhythm, it flowed like a perfect melody.

The kiss was hot, passionate and raw. Teeth clashing and the lewd sounds filling the atmosphere of the kitchen. He slid his tongue past your mouth,, tasting you and savouring the flavour. Your head tilted and you moaned into his mouth, warming his lips as his fingertips drew fire at its wake on your stomach. His fingers grazed up, past your ribcage then back down to your hips. He stopped at your thighs, gripping them firmly before lifting you on the counter and breaking the hot kiss.

You were left panting, lips swollen but still wanting more. As soon as you were seated on the counter top, his big hands firmly gripped your hips like nothing, wrapping around your figure as he pulled you closer.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and his lips abruptly crashed into yours again. He growled a guttural moan into your mouth as he bit your bottom lip, this time the kiss was more eager, rough filthy even. Your tongue came out, now licking his top lip hungrily. He deepened the kiss, and you could taste the strong malt liquor and cigars that lingered on his tongue. Leaning further in, he felt a shock down in his core, bulge growing bigger and bigger by the second.

You scratched your manicured nails up the back of his neck, surely drawing blood but his skin healing in a matter of seconds as you now interlocked in his messy hair as you tugged on his scalp lightly, earning another primal groan from his lips. Your hips consciously grinded against his belt, his jeans, looking for some sort of release for the growing arousal in your panties.

He pulled away again, a stray line of spit connecting your lips before he began to lay rough open mouthed kisses all over your jaw, down to your neck and licking a long stripe up your throat before catching your lips in one more short kiss.

He unbuckled his belt, tossing it onto the ground with a loud thud and watching you bite your nails in anticipation, “..need you so bad, Logan.” you almost whined, rubbing your thighs together to ease the temptation; glaring at his with doe eyes but only sin and seduction behind them. He could feel himself growing harder at your neediness for him as you were drawing him in.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’ , “ he breathed, leaning in as his eyes locked with yours, hands coming to your hips, pulling you closer to you could feel his heat seeping onto your skin.

“..you’ll be takin’ all of me tonight.”

a/n: hey cuties!! as requested, logan howlett!! ik it’s pretty long and there isn’t any smut but i’m more than happy to make a part 2 if anyone wants<3 . xoxo. T

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

Stupid AU but absolute Batman and normal Batman swap places.

[So now you got Absolute Batman who is born in 2004, which makes him what, around the same age as Tim but younger then Dick and Jason.]

And while Tim is trying to figure out everything that makes their worlds different, he asks about the batcave.

Which confuses Bruce because his base is on top of an abandoned construction site.

So out of curiosity; Dick asks about the Batmobile. What's Batman without his batmobile.

Only to find out it’s a giant ass mining truck.

Now everyone’s confused, like why would Bruce pick equipment and places like that.

However, unlike them Jason has an Epiphany.

Something none of them would ever even consider for an alternative version of Batman/Bruce.

“You’re not rich?”

Jason asks in doubt laced in his voice.

And Bruce raised an eyebrow

“Am I supposed to be?”

The cave erupts in confusion, well I mean Steph just high fives this Bruce; stating something about being 'broke ass homies.'

Later on Alfred comes down with refreshments and food; and somehow that puts Bruce on edge. Damien watches his alternate father’s reaction, Immediately picking up on the unease.

“So, do you not have a Pennyworth?”

Damien asked.

Bruce doesn’t answer, nor does he drink or eat anything Alfred gives him, which disappoints the butler greatly.

“Of course he doesn’t, he’s not rich, you snobby little brat.”

Steph states, causing Damien to glare at her; and before a fight can break out between the pair; Jason asks another question.

“Sooo, was your inheritance stolen or somethin?"

Bruce's eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if he was asked the oddest question in the world.

“My dad was a school teacher, and my mum is a social worker?”

Tim’s eyes widen not at the jobs the Wayne's seemed to have in that world but at something else.

“You said your dad was; but your mum… is she still alive?”

He simply nods.

Oooo, I also imagine, the Justice League are working with the bats to swap the two Batman’s back, so finding out how or why they were swapped is crucial.

Eventually they do; a villain thought swapping their worlds Batman, with a younger inexperienced Batman, would make it easier to take over Gotham.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Absolute Batman arrives on the scene, pushing past Justice League members to get to this villain, and mind you his ass is not even supposed to be out, let alone seen.

Of course, when Batman asks him to reverse what he's done, the villain refuses like a snotty nose brat.

So, Batman takes a big ass stick from who knows where, for a brief moment Tim's excited, thinking this Batman was trained with a Bō-staff.

He quickly realised how wrong he was, when Batman shoves the stick onto the symbol on his chest, creating a big ass axe.

When he asks again telling the villain what he will do if he doesn't, the villain still refuses, without any hesitation, and before anyone could stop him, he cuts the guys arm off and begins to threaten to chop off the other one if he doesn't cooperate.

This impresses Jason and Wonder Woman but not really anyone else. And its not like any of the regular Justice League members could hold him back, he's taller and wider then superman.

Side note: Maybe regular Batman, is having a field day, not only is his mother alive, but younger then he ever remembered her to be. Oh, and Alfred is trying to kill him. And his counter part is broke but that's not the worse.

The fucking joker is rich and held in high regards.

(Fuck off Grammar Police.)

[izzyy-stuff]

𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

choi soobin x afab!reader

summary: After you found out the smarty-pants in your class was in love with you you thought it would be fun to play around with him a bit, but things take a wrong turn when he is the only one you can text when you are horny and he doesn't hesitate and runs to you, making you feel better than any of your ex boyfriends could.

words count: 3.9k

warnings: smut content, she/her pronouns used twice (in the texting part) sorry 🙏, oral, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (don't!!), cum eating, gentle sex, squiting, idk tbh

You glanced to your side, watching the black-haired boy on the other side of the classroom as he wrote down some notes. If you were to be honest, you weren’t paying any attention to what the teacher was saying, so you had no idea what he was writing down either. But it didn't matter anyway, you knew he would let you copy his notes later. 

It was one of the perks of having the class’s smarty-pants be in love with you. You chuckled when you saw him look your way too, smiling at him before you turned away again. 

“What's going on there?” The black-haired girl next to you asked, her eyebrow raised as she pointed at the male on the other side of the class. “Why do you two keep stealing glances at each other?” 

“You know Yeonjun, right?” You asked, watching as the girl next to you nodded. “Who doesn't,” your best friend scoffed. “What does he have to do with anything?” 

“Well, he is the one that told me last week our little nerdy here has a crush on me. It all makes sense now if you think about it. I couldn't wrap my head around why he would always send me the lesson notes when I asked for them but not to others. I told Ryan he could ask Soob because I thought he wouldn't have any problems with it, but it turns out he only sent them to me to get me to like him, or something,” You explained, watching as your best friend laughed quietly. 

“It's kind of cute though that he does that.” 

“But I don't want ‘cute’ anymore,” you rolled your eyes. “I want someone who can actually make me cum and not just stare at me questioning why I wouldn't finish as if he even tried.” 

“Okay, I know the last boy was a fail as fuck, literally, but who knows,” the black-haired girl shrugged. “You want to tell me you think he of all people could make me cum?” You scoffed. “Please, he probably hasn't fucked a girl in his life.” 

You said that, but God, you had no idea what was coming your way. 

“Who are we gossiping about?” You turned as you heard the male’s voice, scoffing at how needy he was for the tea. “No one,” you shook your head. “Your rival,” your best friend grinned, answering instead when you didn’t do so. The blond boy scoffed, looking at the black-haired boy. “Oh yeah, I am so sure he didn’t fuck a girl - or anyone else - in his life,” he agreed. 

“I am pretty sure I’ve been with a girl more times than he has,” Ryan next to him nodded, joining their conversation. “Kinda crazy,” you commented, laughing. Before you could say anything else, you were stopped by the teacher hitting the board with his hand, making you look his way. “As I was saying,” he started his speech again, giving you a warning look before he turned around, facing the board again so he could write down a few things. 

Your head fell on the table soon after out of boredom, and before you could even start paying attention to what the teacher was talking about, the bell rang, announcing the end of the lesson. 

“Okay, guys, who is coming with me to grab lunch?” Your best friend turned towards you and the two boys behind you. “I am passing,” you mumbled immediately, not even fully sitting up and simply turning your head towards her. “I am going,” Ryan proclaimed, already standing up from his place, the blond following him right after. 

“Okay, I see you guys later, then,” you smiled at them, waving them off as they left the classroom. You knew you should get up too and move to your next class, but you were starting to feel unwell, and the thought of getting up sounded terrible. You sighed, closing your eyes for a few seconds. You knew this classroom was empty for another hour or so anyway. 

“Hey, are you alright?” You opened your eyes again upon hearing the soft voice and feeling the tap on your shoulder, blinking a few times to make your eyes focus again. “Mhm, sure I am,” you mumbled, sitting up straight as you looked around. The class was empty by now, only the two of you were left there. “Why? Were you worried about me?” You chuckled, teasing him. Suddenly, it was as if your headache completely disappeared when you saw the nervous look on his face. “Relax, I am joking,” you shook your head, but couldn’t hide your smile. 

“I don’t want to annoy you,” you started, slowly packing your stuff as he stood beside you, waiting like a puppy. “But do you think you could give me today’s notes, Soob?” 

“You-” he gulped, trying to ignore the nickname. There was simply something about you calling him Soob. “I don’t want it for free though. You could consider it as me owing you one and helping you when you’d need it?” You suggested as you stood up, grabbing your now packed bag. “Uhm, sure,” he nodded, not even paying full attention to what you were saying. 

“I’ll text you tonight about the notes then,” you beamed happily, looking like a completely different person as you placed your hand on his arm as a sign of thank you. You were devastated minutes ago, but whoever would see you now wouldn’t believe him if he told them so. Soobin wasn’t sure why, but he was glad you looked fine again. 

Soobin threw his bag on the side of his room, jumping into his bed immediately after the long day. He laid down on his back, simply staring at the ceiling of his room. He reached into his pocket for his phone, seeing two unread messages from his best friend. He opened his phone, staring at the two texts. “Look at Instagram” “Thank me later” There wasn’t much for him to question. Even though to many it might seem confusing, he knew exactly whose Instagram he should check. There was only one person that the two of them talked about together after all. 

The black-haired male clicked on the icon, waiting for the story to load for a second. Then his eyes widened at the sight. It was a picture of you, but not just any picture. He sat up immediately, looking properly at your body. You were wearing a white top, cropped slightly above your waist. He couldn’t help but notice you weren't wearing a bra underneath, your nipples showing through the fabric. Then he saw the black miniskirt, that you definitely pulled higher than you should. He gulped, remembering how you touched his arm earlier today, your fingers brushing on his skin as your hair fell in front of your face. 

He whined silently as he felt his boxers becoming tighter the more he stared at the picture, your body curves exposed for anyone to see. He shared the story with Yeonjun, his best friend, and immediately texted him how good you looked. 

Only, did he not know it wasn’t Yeonjun he shared the story to.  

Soobin stared at the messages, screaming as he turned his phone off faster than ever before. He couldn’t believe it. He just told you he needed you. There wasn’t anything worse that could be happening at the moment. Not to mention the image of your body was still stuck in his head, making him hard. 

He stared at the messages again, his heart fighting with his brain at that moment. He didn’t want to make you do anything, he felt like it would be too forced, even though you were the one suggesting it. But a part of him knew this was his only chance. There was no way he could get you differently. He knew about your dating history, so he also knew you had never been with anyone like him. It was always the boys like Yeonjun, who just understood how to talk to girls properly, how to make them fall for them. But he wasn’t like that, he had no idea what he was doing. 

And just like that, he was in front of your place, rethinking his decisions as he knocked on the front door, trying his best to ignore the boner in his pants that still hadn’t gone down. How could it be when you shared a picture like that with him?

“You came,” you mumbled as you opened the door, looking up at him. Soobin looked down on you, noticing the same top you had in the Instagram picture. He gulped, his eyes then falling on the bottom part of your body and the white panties that were the only thing you were wearing. “How could I not?” He whispered, making sure this picture would stay in his mind. 

You grabbed his hand as you took him inside, closing the door behind you immediately. It was only now that you noticed how big his hands were against yours. You just hoped he could use them too. 

Soobin blindly followed you to your bedroom, his mind full of thoughts about how he should go about this, while his eyes were stuck on your ass, unable to look away as you walked in front of him. 

“Can I-” he started as his eyes followed you while you sat on your bed. “You can do absolutely anything, Soob,” you interrupted him, watching as his face turned red. “Soob? Soobie?” You smirked, noticing what the nicknames did to him. “Is that what turns you on?” 

“Everything about you turns me on,” he admitted, slowly getting closer to you while you moved back, not taking your eyes off him. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. You simply bit your bottom lip as you found him above yourself, holding eye contact. This was becoming more intimate than you thought it would. 

“Is it okay for me to kiss you?” He wanted to assure himself one more time. You thought about it for a second, not wanting to give him any hope, but also desperately needing his lips on yours. You nodded to him in the end, grabbing the collar of his shirt and bringing him closer to yourself, pressing your lips on his, your mouth slightly opened which only made it easier for him. 

His right hand found its way to your boob, carefully sliding under your top, his cold fingers brushing over your nipple. You groaned into the kiss, clenching around nothing but thin air. It felt pathetic. He had barely touched you and you were already getting wet. 

Soobin left your mouth for a second, getting a disagreeing whine immediately that made him smile as he started placing wet kisses all over your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone and then between your boobs. Your lips parted as you breathed out from the pleasure, raising your head to look at him. “Mhm, take it off,” you whispered, your hand reaching for his sleeve. He didn’t hesitate for a second and listened to you, taking his shirt off while you took down your own, exposing your breast to him completely. 

“Fuck,” he groaned at the sight, feeling more and more uncomfortable in his sweatpants. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking at your body one more time before his lips found their way to your breast again, his hand cupping one of them as he pressed kisses on your other boob, his tongue making wet circles around your nipple. 

“Fuck,” it was you groaning this time, quiet moans escaping your lips as your nipples became hard at his touch. “Soob, please,” you whined, throwing your head back into the pillow. “Please, what? Hm?” He asked, not even looking up and just continuing what he had been doing until now, his lips moving down again, leaving wet traces on your stomach now as his hands found their way to your waist. “I don’t know. Just- fuck,” you moaned out again when you felt his lips on your clit through your panties. 

“Just?” He asked again, looking up at you. You could swear you had never seen anything better in your life. The male was in between your legs, his breath landing right on your clit as he looked at you, absolute need in his eyes. 

“Just fuck me already,” you begged, watching as he took down your panties, his eyes fixated on your already leaking pussy. “I don’t think so,” he informed you, moving up again so he would face you. “I doubt you could take it just like that,” he whispered, moving his fingers to your lips. You didn’t need to hear anything else and immediately opened your mouth, sucking on his fingers. 

Before you could even register his actions you felt him slowly inserting his two fingers into you, carefully watching you. He did so to make sure he was doing everything right. You weren't completely wrong when you said he probably hasn’t been with a girl in his life. He couldn’t say he would have much experience, but all of his friends were sex addicts - and now he could finally see why - and they couldn’t keep their mouths shut every time the topic came up, so it was only natural for Soobin to catch on to a few things. 

You gasped, your eyes rolling back. You knew there was an obvious difference in your hand sizes but god, his fingers were bigger than you thought. “Fuck, curl them now,” you commanded, not daring to look down. He did as you said, feeling his precum on his boxers. He wanted nothing more but to fuck you right then and there, but he knew he had to wait. 

It didn’t take much longer for you to squirt on his fingers, especially after he added pressure to your clit too, his thumb making slow circles around while his fingers were stretching your inside. 

“Can I eat you out, please?” He asked, looking up at you again, his thumb still rubbing your clit slowly. “Please, y/n,” he begged, making you go crazy. You weren't sure if it was the way he begged you, the way he said your name, or because of his breath on your skin, but you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. “God, please do,” you whined out and just like that, his tongue was pressed on your pussy right away, not wasting any second of the time he had with you. 

It had been months since you had cummed thanks to a boy, so you didn’t have any expectations for him when you invited him over. But you were wrong when you thought no boys knew how to take care of their girls anymore because he did exactly what he should, making you cum on his tongue a few minutes after he went down on you, not leaving your trembling cunt even then, letting you ride out your orgasm as his nose was pressed on your clit, his tongue carefully licking every last bit of your cum. 

“Soob,” you groaned, pulling his hair, making him finally raise his head and look at you. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, going up again to kiss you. “And delicious,” he informed you, pressing his lips on yours. “Fuck, Soob, you’re too good,” you mumbled before you kissed him again, slowly sitting up. “Come closer,” you said, grabbing the hem of his pants, and pulling him closer at the same time. 

He groaned, his eyes shut tight, his lips unable to stay away from yours. You smirked into the kiss, your hand grabbing his trembling cock over his pants, making him moan. “I don’t usually do this but…” you started, breaking your kiss so you could look at his body properly. “You were so good earlier,” you praised him, not breaking your eye contact as you changed your position so you would be kneeling. “Pants off, baby,” 

That alone was enough to make him go crazy. You calling him baby just did something with his head. And with his dick. 

“Fuck,” You breathed out when you finally pulled down Soobin’s pants and boxers, your pussy clenching around nothing again. You knew he would be bigger because of his height, but this was more than you had expected. 

He cupped your cheeks, making you look up at him. “Are you sure?” You chuckled, simply nodding. “I can take good care of you too, you know,” you proclaimed, looking up at him as your right hand wrapped around his cock, not breaking your eye contact. You knew it must have been making him go insane. 

You started slowly, simply kissing his tip and licking off his precum. Then, you decided to try to take his full length into your mouth, but stopped shortly after getting to his half, already feeling like you were going to gag any second. There was no way you could do this. 

However, Soobin saw it differently. To him, it looked like you were playing with him, moving slowly and carefully on purpose to tease him. His hand found its way to your head, carefully tugging the hair that was getting in front of your face behind your ears before he held your chin up, making you look at him, his dick still in your mouth. “Think you can go faster, pretty? Please,” He asked, hoping maybe begging would help him. 

He groaned when he felt you suck harder, trying to go faster too but failing miserably. He chuckled at the sight, his hand in your hair so he could control the speed himself. “If you want to stop, just punch me, or something, okay? Try not to bite my dick off if you can’t take it anymore, though,” he told you, and before you could even look up at him again and question what he was talking about, he was moving with your head on his own as if you were just a toy to fulfill his needs. If you were honest, you were glad he did so. It was turning you on more. 

“Fuck, just a bit more,” he moaned out, thrusting his hips into your mouth as you sucked on him. He didn’t dare to look at you just yet, he felt like he would stop if he saw you in the moment, scared he might have been hurting you by determining his speed. 

When Soobin finally looked at you there were tears in your eyes, and his cum was all over your mouth. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. “Sorry,” he mumbled. You looked up at him, high on all the pleasure you felt until now thanks to him. God, you knew you needed to do this more often from now on. You licked the corner of your mouth, making sure not a single drop was wasted. 

“You’re not done yet, are you?” You asked, your puppy eyes almost making him cum again right away. “Fuck, no I am not,” he answered, leaning down to you to kiss you again. 

Soon after, Soobin found himself sitting on the edge of your bed, his back pressed against the white walls while you sat on him, your head on his shoulder, biting into his skin so you wouldn’t get too loud as he fucked you. Holding your ass, he was helping you remain at the same speed, moaning along with you. “So close, Soob,” you cried out. “Hold in a bit more,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he felt himself getting closer to finishing again, too. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out, a mixture of your own and Soobin’s cum leaking from your pussy. You raised your head slowly, your cheeks completely red as you looked into his eyes, still sitting on his cock. “Soob, this was the best sex I’ve ever had. God, you were so good.” He bit onto his bottom lip, watching your fucked out face. “Oh, yeah?” He asked, even more embarrassed than you were. “Does that mean you’ll let me fuck you again next time?” 

“Soob…” you mumbled, just watching him for a second before you carefully got off him. He just shook his head before you could say anything else. “I know, I know, don’t worry,” he muttered. “I still needed to try it,” he smiled awkwardly, his dimples being the cutest thing you had ever seen. “Let me help you clean yourself up before I leave. It's the least I can do,” He suggested. You nodded to him, convinced this was the last time you were together like this. You couldn't be more wrong though. 

You knew you couldn’t stay away from him for too long when he helped you to get into your bathroom and his fingers found their way to your clit again, making you melt at his touch. Even worse was when he carried you to your bed after he switched your bedsheet for you, asking you to let him eat you out one more time before he would leave you alone for good. 

You just couldn’t let him get away. 

“Fuck, Soob,” you mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching him kneeling in front of you, begging to feel your cum on his tongue again. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” His innocent eyes looked up at you, his hands rubbing your thighs. You sighed, “Just stay here.” 

You could swear you saw sparks in his eyes as the words left your mouth. “Really? Can I?” 

You nodded, agreeing. “Sleep here tonight, I’ll let you eat me out again next time.” 

Soobin smiled proudly, his hands squeezing your thighs. “Only next time?” 

“God, just come here,” you proclaimed, pulling him up from the floor into a warm kiss, feeling his hands roaming on your body again. The night was still nowhere to be done.

[prettyinsophie]

Being Ms. Maximoff’s favorite pet…

2k words

college student! reader x college teacher! Wanda

warnings: mommy kink, fingering in a classroom, small use of y/n, squirting, age difference (duh), use of bunny/doll/etc. anddd it’s kinda trash tbh.

I’ve had this WIP for over a year so it was time for me to just finish it💀 buuuut I’m working on two Sevika different ones if y’all were wondering.

“Please don’t forget to go over the next session’s material. Remember we’re getting close to finals, but as for now you’re dismissed, have a good weekend.” Ms. Maximoff says and almost simultaneously everyone stands from their seats and heads out, some saying goodbye and others annoyed at the reminder of the upcoming stress of final exams.

“Hey, y/n. The girls and I are going to call it a day and grab lunch, wanna come?” With a bright smile, Kate offers, and you can feel another pair of eyes glancing at you.

“I’m sorry Kate, I actually have to stay for the next class, but you all have fun!” You reject the offer apologetically and the girl playfully rolls her eyes at you.

“I swear no one can crack you, promise you’ll join us next time.”

“Okay, I promise,” You smile back and watch her gather her things.

“Bye, enjoy yourself I guess.”

“Y-yeah, bye!”

Kate walks out of the room and the door loudly makes a “click” when it closes, bringing silence into the atmosphere. You look at Wanda and immediately gulp when she smirks at you with her head slightly tilted. She stands and walks to your seat, placing her hands on the desk. She leans down while looking down at you.

“Well, what do we have here? Didn’t you just say you have a class to attend, Ms. y/ln?” The woman asks in her low and smooth voice, and all you can do is stare blankly at her with your wide eyes.

“I-” You squeak and clear your throat, “I lied, I wanted to be with you alone, Ms. Maximoff.”

Wanda brings her hand to your face, softly brushing her fingers against your cheek, and laughs sweetly at your response.

“My darling, of course you did. Today you were so good…paying attention to the class and participating, even ignoring whenever Kate tried to talk to you when I was in the middle of the lecture.” She praises and your breath hitches, “That girl, always trying to get you to skip my class like you’re still in high school, but you never let her convince you. No. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

The way she intensely yet adorably looks at you for the only answer there is to that question makes your knees go weak, and you can feel your face starting to heat up.

“Yes, I am.” You breathe out.

Wanda sits next to you and starts petting your head and running her fingers through your soft hair, making you close your eyes and huff through your nose at the relaxing feeling.

“I can tell when my bunny wants attention, the way you stared at me the whole class like you wanted me to notice your obedient behavior and the little smiles when your answers were right. Good girls deserve a treat, don’t they?”

You hum, almost coming out as a moan and you get closer to her, nearly falling off your chair. Then you feel another hand on your knee and you open your eyes in surprise, but you knew what you were doing when you decided to wear that mini skirt. You simply loved to play dumb and innocent for her.

“My beautiful doll, always looking pretty for me,” She purrs while groping your thigh, traveling higher, “You have absolutely no idea how hard it is to have you in front of me, watching me with those big eyes of yours while biting your pen and not being able to do anything about it.”

Her hand finds its way under your skirt and traces the front of your lace panties, rubbing your clit with her thumb and you gulp down a moan and squirm under her.

“Hm, someone likes it there?”

“M-more...” You gasp, feeling her thumb pressing your sensitive button.

“Ah, ah,” Wanda shakes her head and grabs your jaw with her free hand, making you face her, and you stop breathing for a moment. She’s so close to you that your lips are about to brush. “Is that how you should talk to your mommy, sweetheart?”

Even if you wanted to shake your head, you couldn’t, so there’s no other option but to answer out loud.

“N-no, mommy. ‘M sorry.” You whisper, and your cheeks turn a pinkish color.

Wanda’s stern expression turns into a smirk, and your soft skin gets attacked by unwelcomed goosebumps. That smirk means she already has in mind what she wants to do to you, and your thighs rub together in anticipation of what that would be. The grip on your jaw softens, and the older woman leans in and kisses you. You close your eyes and hum at the familiar feeling of her soft lips on yours. It’s already flustering enough whenever Wanda touches or kisses you, but right now, being in the classroom makes it a hundred times more agitating for you. You love it though.

You tilt your head to the side and slightly open your mouth, giving her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue past your lips, your thighs glued against each other, looking for something else while Wanda tastes you. The kiss is heated yet delicate, devouring you without having to make it disgustingly messy.

When she breaks the kiss you open your eyes and see her lips mildly smudged in your cherry lipgloss. All you can think is how hot she looks with anything red.

“Now, what is it that you need, baby?” She asks softly with a raspy voice.

“You.” You whimper without hesitating, “I need you, mommy, so bad.”

Wanda smiles and voices an almost inaudible “aww.”

“You have to be quiet, bunny. You understand, right?”

You nod your head desperately and she spreads your legs carefully. Your heartbeat thuds loudly in your ears, and it’s even pronounced against your throat. Her thumb traces your clit again, but this time you shift uncomfortably in the chair at the wetness in your panties, the finger travels down your pussy, the lace feeling sticky and you whine.

“My needy princess, all wet already, and I haven’t even started yet.” She whispers in your ear as she starts slowly massaging your clit, gaining a soft gasp from you.

She applies the right amount of pressure down your sensitive button, giving you just enough attention to keep you satisfied for now. You gulp, your chest beginning to heave as you struggle to keep quiet.

Wanda’s free hand finds your pouty lips, parting them with her thumb, and just as she does that, a small but clear whimper escapes your throat.

“Fine, guess I have to help you keep quiet,”

The redhead groans softly before forcing two fingers into your mouth, causing you to whine uncomfortably at first, which only makes her chuckle cruelly.

“C’mon sweetheart, you suck mommy’s cock just fine, you can handle my fingers.” She purrs with a taunting grin across her face. Her brows raised as if asking you for confirmation.

Your wide eyes look at her and you hum around her fingers, slowly but surely sucking on them with your addictive lips wrapped around Wanda’s long digits.

“That’s a good girl.” She softly encourages you, almost grunting because of your pretty mouth and the warmth of your tongue. Her eyes are fixated on your expression as she thrusts her fingers in and out of your mouth, focusing on the way your brows meet and shape your pretty face with an almost helpless look, fueling her most deprived desires. “Yeah…just like that.” She growls softly, thrusting deeper and harsher, causing you to whimper.

Wanda absolutely goes feral about how you don’t have a gag reflex. And she makes sure to take advantage of it whenever she can.

She tugs at the thin band of your panties, sliding them down until your aching cunt is free from the suffocating lace. A small groan escapes you when you feel a string of arousal connecting your pussy to the soaked material until it breaks from Wanda’s harsh tug. Count yourself lucky she didn’t rip them off.

Wanda gets her fingers out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and guides them to your dripping pussy, gently running them up and down, causing you to bite your lip in avoidance of any moans or whimpers.

“Tell me what you want, bunny.” She orders you gently, her lips hovering yours as she purposefully blows on them while her fingers coat your vulva with your wetness.

With a small gulp and bobbing on your throat, your eyes find hers in a pleading stare. The door isn’t even locked, and anyone could walk in. Your heartbeat tries to warn you relentlessly about it.

And yet, you still find yourself begging. “I want you to fill me up, mommy.”

It’s extremely deranged to be doing this in the place she works and you study at, especially with how you love to address her in the bedroom, but Wanda fucking loves it. She loves how you’re not as innocent as you portray yourself to be, and it’s all hers to see. In fact, you have such a strong effect on her that she’s subtly shifting on the chair, attempting to find friction between her own aching cunt and the thick material of her trousers.

The redhead smiles proudly at your obedience, planting a small but sweet kiss on your nose that has your brain melting, and she doesn’t waste a second before slowly sliding her fingers inside your pussy. Your walls are so warm that even a quiet but notorious whimper from her hits your ears, and you almost mirror it before she clashes your lips together in an almost needy kiss.

All you can think of is her; your hot mess of a teacher beginning to thrust her slender but long digits deeper and deeper as she tries to eat you alive. She’s only a starving animal when it comes to you.

Her fingers fuck you in a merciless rhythm, squelching and smacking filling the empty space, and rushing the blood to your cheeks in embarrassment at the lewd sounds. Your hips grind as well, somehow needing more despite her relentless thrusting, and she drinks your small moans of pleasure. Open mouthed lips capturing yours in a heated and desperate embrace with her free hand wrapped around your neck to both keep you in place and grip it tightly.

Clearly, Wanda couldn’t care less about where you are, at least not anymore. Her frenzied speed never fails to turn you into a puddle, and your thighs tremble once the familiar pressure rumbles down your belly.

“Mommy, I…” You try to tell her about the incoming blissful ending, and another harsh thrust against your spongy wall sends your eyes all the way back in euphoria.

As vocal as you’re being, you still try to keep it down. Your poor lungs are burning from your pathetic breathing, useless in the end because you’re still moaning and listening to their soft echoing.

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over mommy’s fingers, honey?” Wanda taunts you, her voice ragged with pulsing desire for the best sight there is to witness.

The steamy air and filling from her fingers are enough to warm you up. Small beads of sweat roll down your temples, and the heat releases the sweet scent of your perfume for Wanda to take in with her nose buried in the crook of your neck.

“So so close-“

A hurricane crashes down, emptying your head and your walls trap Wanda’s fingers inhumanly- as if trying to snap them from her hand to never miss the delicious stuffing again.

“What an impatient bunny. C’mon, keep being good for me and let go.” She whispers between bites and wet kisses on your neck.

The storm comes down, and you bite your lip so you won’t scream her name, drawing blood out as you squirt all over her fingers and your seat. The older woman can’t help but pant at the small show you’re performing for her, cursing because now this is all she’ll think about whenever she imparts her classes.

The white dots splattered all over Wanda’s face slowly fade away as you catch your breath and regain consciousness. She runs her fingers through your hair, soothing you and leaning in to suck the blood off your poor swollen lip.

“What am I going to do with you? I can’t control myself anymore.” Her question is mostly rhetoric, but it’s like she expects you to answer.

You don’t respond, of course, still empty headed because of her, and instead you just stare at her, completely moonstruck. Wanda sighs in amusement more than anything.

“My sweet, sweet girl…” She coos, her voice like honey.

The emptiness left by the ghost of her fingers causes you to groan under your breath, your thighs never ceasing their shivering. And she brings them to your mouth, the glistening of your creamy white arousal coating your lips as her digits enter your mouth again.

“How I wish I could just lock you up and keep you to myself.” She mutters between gruff sighs, intently watching you suck her fingers clean, “I hate that Kate keeps trying to keep you away from me…but you don’t want her. No. You want me, right?”

Doe wide eyes catch a glimpse of dangerous possessiveness in her emerald ones. You further take her fingers and nod your head, humming around her digits in a pleasing melody.

“One day…you’ll be away and missing, but finally all mine to have.”

[yukioos]

HIIII 💕💞💓💗💖

can I pretty please get literally anything with whipped/love sick denki. I love him and hes such a loser and I AHHHHHHHHH

denki is absolutely whipped for you and open about it

denki has always been so in love with you, especially throughout your relationship. he’s always daydreaming about you during class, having to get smacked in the back of the head by mister aizawa to focus again. often times, denki gets off track in conversations as well and somehow, the conversation always leads back to you.

so during class, he has his chin in the palm of his hand, and of course has a giddy smile on his face. he loves the idea of marrying you, having a few kids, maybe two or three. he wants at least one boy and one girl in his family with you as their mother, and a decently sized house, though one where there’s enough space to put all their trinkets from vacations across the world.

and he wants to get closer to you, wants to be so emotionally close that you’re considered to be one person, never seen without each other. you’re so perfect, and every morning and night, he prays that you’ll never leave, and you’ll stay with him forever. it’s clear he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. after all, he’s down bad for you, and he makes it everyone’s problem.

so when he turns around during class to ask you a question, his pupils are dilated and he’s already blushing. he pathetically whispers, “are you free after school so we can go on a date?�� although it isn’t much of a whisper, more like quieter talking.

you grin, and your cheeks puff out, making him let out a cute chuckle. you’re so adorable, but then your eyes go wide, and you focus on your textbook. denki, however, still keeps on talking to you, not noticing that mister aizawa is standing right in front of his desk.

the whole class is silent besides denki’s desperate whispers, but he’s interrupted with a scolding, “kaminari,” from his teacher. denki’s eyes widen and his blood runs cold, so he turns around and smiles at mister aizawa.

denki responds, “yeah— huh?” but slightly stutters, sweat already dripping down his forehead.

“answer the fourth question, please.” mister aizawa requests, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. after a few minutes of just staring at the board in confusion, the teacher announces, “we already answered the question, kaminari. detention after school for another hour.”

“huh?! but i’m already staying for one hour—“

“i’ll add another one to make it three if you keep disrupting my class.”

denki ashamedly keeps his eyes on his desk, now semi-trying to pay attention to his teacher and the topic they’re learning.

however, he turns back to you, and you shake your head immediately, but he loudly whispers, “i think our date will have to wait—“

“three hours, kaminari.” aizawa speaks with a sigh, then continues writing on the whiteboard.

now, denki is silent for the rest of the class, but he’s still thinking about you in the back of his mind.

this is my first time writing for denki alone, so i hope you like this!

[riyangiis]

prof nax's snoring problem ─ 1.1k words

professor anaxagoras has hair loss, and he's constantly being made fun of. but he has a problem worse than that, and he would rather die than have it spread around the grove.

professor anaxagoras definitely snores.

the bad thing is, you're the victim of it.

dear hyacine might've accidentally revealed that scholars experience hair loss, there's no doubt that snoring is also in the picture too, right?

sharing surnames and living together has made you happy indeed, but when you were first met with his snores and when it was directly at your ear, you barely slept that night.

as expected as it may be, it pains you to get used to nights of loud snores that keep you awake at night. you only let it slide knowing that the cause is your overworking husband hugging a dromas doll in his sleep.

you can't recall how many nights you stayed up because you couldn't stand anaxa's snoring, even though you were the one to convince him to rest for working and drowning himself in knowledge so much.

you only think about all of those sleepless nights now, in the hallway that leads to anaxa's classroom.

because said hallway is filled with the students' jokes of their professor's hair loss problem, which would then turn into theories of more problems, a lot of them including snoring. you try your best to avoid the students in order to avoid a full-on interrogation.

ever since hyacine's exposing, whenever his students spot the two of you, they would not stop bothering you!

"how did you find out professor anaxagoras had hair loss?" the curious student asked hyacine, but she stays silent knowing the wrath of said professor.. (he does in fact carry a gun with him for discipline.)

"im curious, [name]. what other problems does he have? does he snore?" the kind student asked you, but you too as well stay silent for you do not want your husband to find the students laughing about it, soon to be complaining and trying to find the messenger. (once again, he has a gun.)

"do you want to find out for yourselves?" you reply,

and that was a very, very bad answer. the clueless you would not think that they would take it seriously.

you walk in anaxa's office to see him working on equations or theories again, with some drafts set aside on his table making a mess. you sigh at the sight of him focused and not noticing your presence inside the room.

you walk over to him and tap his shoulder, "anaxa, you should rest now." he turns to you and opens his mouth to make an excuse, although he was met with your worried and sweet expression that he couldn't bear to say no to you.

neither of you noticed the subtle noises outside while walking to your shared room, the cause of them being the same curious students seeking to find an answer, maybe learning that behavior from their teacher.

when the both of you were preparing to rest, the students leaned closely to the wall, listening carefully to hear any signs of snoring but are still met with nothing. just as when they were about to give up─

very loud snore, from anaxagoras.

victory was theirs, for their questions have been answered.

they tried to hold their laughs at the sound of their strict teacher snoring so loudly, then left the place immediately to spread the message to their classmates.

being the sleepless spouse you are, of course you noticed, and you were terrified to see the anger to be formed inside him for being caught and made fun of for doing what is totally normal. yeah, snoring unbelievably loud that you can't sleep is so normal.

you were prepared to hear the whispers and the laughs inside the hallway, not the terror of your husband finding out that the students did such thing.

walking again inside the hallway to find something, you have created the scenario in your head already.

"hehe, did you know that prof nax snores?"

"he's always doing science stuff, i expected it!"

"no but, he snores very loudly!" giggles can be heard between the two girls.

just how you visioned it.

you freeze at the sight of anaxa walking in the other hallway to the classroom, students holding their laughs, you hide behind a wall to see what would happen.

anaxa gets close to a group joking about the same thing, close enough to hear that is. you watch as he stops in his tracks, head turning to the group,

"what is this talk about me.. snoring?" and there it goes.

heads turn away from him, clearly guilty of doing the same. anaxagoras scans the hallway and notices that most students know about it already, while the others are just finding out as the message is constantly being thrown around.

the group turned speechless and stared at the teacher nervously, "and may i ask how did you come up with such thing?"

one of the students, a brave one, answers. "w-we heard it from a lot of people.." anaxagoras stares into his eyes to see any hint of dishonesty, only to be met with fear.

"hmm, i'll have you know that it is nothing but a rumor. students like you should not believe in absurdity so easily." anaxagoras turns away from the group and goes on his way again.

the crowd stays silent. with proof or not, nobody dares to utter a word about it again. because this is about anaxagoras, and he has made it very clear that he has a gun with him countless times.

you chuckled when he dismissed it as nothing but a rumor, because you know well that you are going to hear those noises again. now you are listening to anaxa's complaints about how they found out.

"my students are too curious for their own good, how dare they share such thing that almost everyone jokes about it?" you laugh at the sight of anaxa stressed.

"really anaxa? a rumor? lying is one way to stop the truth from spreading." anaxa glares at you, "tell me.. were you the one to start it?"

"i only told them to find out for theirselves, and look what they did!" your smile grew wider, remembering the group that snuck out to answer their question.

anaxa sighs and holds your hand, "nevermind, it is not in me to care about useless things. let's go to bed."

in all honesty, you should be the one complaining. you had to deal with everything and you were maybe a little happy that you weren't going to be alone with the knowledge of your husband's snoring. now, he denied everything and said it was nothing but a rumor, leaving the students in fear of anaxagoras' anger.

the both of you lay on your shared bed, anaxa immediately falls to sleep, with you hearing the familiar sound of his snoring and seeing the dromas doll trapped in his arms.

professor anaxagoras does snore.

the bad thing is, it's now just a false rumor, and you're left alone having to deal with it again.

[heich0e]

"what a surprise to see you here!"

you let out a long, weary sigh in the wake of the unduly jubilant exclamation, letting your bag hit the desk in front of you with a thump.

"i work here, gojo. just like you."

the aforementioned man steps into view around your shoulder, craning down into your face with that same easy grin he always wears—the one you find exhausting just to look at on days like today, because you know it means he plans on tormenting you for an extended period of time.

"and aren't we both so lucky to be here?" he hums, still smiling.

lucky?

you stand before him filthy and aching from the mission you'd just returned from, and with a night's worth of your students' assignments in hand you still need to grade by tomorrow morning. you're tired, and sore, and covered in curse guts and god only knows what else—and this smiling, obnoxious man hovering over you is calling you lucky.

you wish his blindfold was elasticated. if it was, you'd take hold of it, pull it back as far as you could, and let it snap it back over his eyes just to spite him.

"what do you want, gojo?" you don't even have the energy to sound annoyed anymore, the question leaving your lips in a lifeless monotone.

he pauses.

"you look terrible."

your head whips over to look at him again, and you immediately wince—a hand flying up to your neck. you think you must have strained it taking care of that last second grade curse. it hasn't been bothering you as much as the pain in your side, so you've mostly been ignoring it until now.

"gojo, if y—"

"gojo, gojo, gojo," he interrupts you before you can even manage to get the insult you'd been trying to say out. his tone is petulant, a little pout on his lips. "i've told you to call me satoru."

he enunciates each syllable of his name pointedly—like a reprimand.

"and why would I call you that?" you huff, tired of dealing with him. you grab your bag off the desktop, shove the stack of papers you'd come to your classroom to retrieve inside, and turn towards the door.

"because it's my name?" his tone lifts at the end like he's asking a question. "besides, you call sukuna by his name."

he's following along behind you. of course he's following behind you—you don't know why you expected to get away so easily.

"i call sukuna by his name because there's two itadoris now," you reply back, not that you owe him any kind of explanation. your steps are quick in spite of the stabbing pain in your side—literal, not figurative—but unfortunately it takes no effort at all for gojo to match your stride.

gojo groans a little. "how'd a guy that awful end up with such a cute little brother?" he whines, tipping his head back like he's lodging the complaint with a higher power. "my sweet yuuji and him have nothing in common beyond their family name."

you don't bother replying, stepping out from the main school building into the courtyard that leads towards the student dorms and teachers' residences. gojo is still close behind.

you find it ironic that gojo takes such issue with sukuna, a fellow sorcerer and jujutsu tech instructor, when there's no offence sukuna could be accused of that gojo himself is not equally guilty of committing. at least sukuna has the decency to not claim to be, well, decent.

there's something to be said for self-awareness.

"are you planning on following me the entire way home?" you ask him, irritation heavy in your voice.

"hey, i live there too, y'know," gojo counters.

barely, you can't help but think. gojo very rarely stays in his residence on campus. you're not sure where he spends all his time, whether it be a place off campus or even the gojo family compound, but you know it isn't here.

not that you particularly care.

"are geto and shoko busy tonight or something?" you ask again.

"suguru's away for a mission," gojo answers, seemingly not put off at all by the hostility in your tone. "shoko should be in her office, though."

you roll your eyes at his obvious evasion of your implication.

you freeze when you feel a hand touch your waist. the hand holding your bag goes limp at your side.

satoru is standing right behind you.

"your rib's broken."

it's quiet for a moment, but when you turn around, he's not smiling anymore and he's got his blindfold tugged down by one crooked finger. his eyes—the ones you so rarely see, the ones that make you feel equal parts awestruck and reviled—are on you.

"since shoko's in her office, you should go see her about it."

in one smooth motion, he covers his eyes again.

your teeth clench, your jaw tensing.

the next words you speak are barely audible through the barrier of your bite.

"what was that?" he asks, leaning forward in your space again.

you consider not repeating yourself, but all at once your resolve abandons you. you sigh, hanging your head and then you purse your lips in defeat.

"i c... i can't walk any further."

gojo laughs.

"i'm surprised you made it this far," he says, that bright smile of his back in place.

and so, a few minutes later, you find yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist as gojo carries you towards shoko's office in the infirmary.

"you're lucky i found you when i did, you know."

lucky. there he goes with that again.

you snort mirthlessly.

"and all you have to do to repay me is say 'thank you satoru!'" he exclaims, his voice rising an octave in what you can only assume is an offensive imitation of what you sound like to him.

"i'm not saying that," you mutter dourly, your grip on his neck tightening—though not enough to actually satisfy your desire to wring his neck.

"so stubborn," he tuts, but there's no real admonishment in his tone.

"i wouldn't call sukuna by his name if i didn't have to. but there's two itadoris, it just makes sense." you say after a while, the infirmary nearly in sight. you're grateful you're so close to relief, because the ache in your rib is so acute now that you're starting to feel lightheaded. you lean in closer to gojo's back as he carries you, letting him bear your weight a bit more. "there's only one gojo."

a breathy chuckle slips from his lips—so gentle it sounds almost involuntary. "only one gojo, huh?" he repeats your words, almost like he's mulling them over.

you hum affirmatively, letting your chin hook over his shoulder as he turns the final corner towards shoko's office. your eyes flutter closed. "yeah, lucky for me."

[specialagentlokitty]

141 x teen!reader - skill set

Could you do a teen!reader × Task Force 141 where they were tasked to find a hacker that hacked their base and they found that it was the teen!reader? - Anon💜

For a hacker 141 we’re expecting them to be a bit more hidden, but a high school in a smallish town?

That wasn’t what they were expecting.

“I’ll admit it’s a good cover…” soap mumbled into his comms.

Everybody had split up when they reached the school, Lawsell was back at base tracking the connection and the task force were hoping to surround the hacker.

“Don’t forget this bastard is responsible for shutting down base.” Ghost replied.

“Well yeah, there is that.” Soap shrugged.

“Soap’s right though, the whole world to hide and they chose a small town high school? Clever.” Gaz mused.

Soap grinned at someone agreeing with him and Price and Ghost rolled their eyes.

They were discreetly checking all the classrooms through the doors before moving on, occasionally stepping aside as a student or another teacher passed by.

“Got anything?” Price whispered into his comms.

Laswell was quiet for a moment before she finally replied.

“You’re closer to the signal, down the hallway second room on the left.”

“Right, everybody on my location.”

Price quickly and quietly makes his way over to the door, Gaz was next with Soap and ghost not that far behind.

They all shared a look before nodding and Gaz quietly looked through the window in the door.

“Just one person, what looks to be a student…” he whispers.

“That cant be right… a student?” Soap whispers back.

“Laswell as you sure this is the right room?” Ghost asks.

“It’s where the signal is coming from.” She replies.

The four men share another look before slowly entering the room.

The creak of the door gave them away and you immediately looked up from the computer you were on, studying them for a moment, their faces, ghosts mask, their vests.

“Step away from the computer now.” Price warns.

Though his tone was sterns and left no room for argument, it was a little soften than if he was dealing with an adult.

They quickly surround the computer and Soap places his hands on the back of your chair, wheeling it away so Gaz and Ghost can inspect the computer you were on.

“Alright kid, what’s your name?” Soap asks.

“Uh… (Y/N).”

Soap nodded a little while Price walked off to speak to Laswell and possibly the principal.

“Am I in trouble…?”

“Well that depends on what we find, you like hacking things kid?” Ghost asks.

They didn’t need an answer because the sheepish apologetic look on your face told them all they needed to know.

Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the desk behind him as he looked over at you.

“How did you hack into our systems?” He asks.

His tone was no nonsense, he wanted to get straight to the point and know why you were messing with the base because it shouldn’t have been possible.

“I uh… I wasn’t trying to get your base I swear… I was hoping if I patched it up and fixed it fast enough no one would notice…” you mumbled.

“So if not the base then where?” Gaz said.

“I didn’t really have anything in mind I was just messing around…”

“Just messing around and managed to send our whole base into shutdown.” Ghost grumbled.

Before anyone else could say anything else Price came back and he gestured for to stand up.

“Let’s go kiddo, you’re going to fix the mess you created.”

You quickly nod, following behind him, the other three walking behind you.

The ride to their base was filled with them asking you the standard questions, your full name, age, family, where you learnt what you knew.

When they finally got you to the base you were guided to a room with a computer and a woman standing next to it and she gestures to it.

“Go ahead.”

Nervously you glance at the other four.

They all give you nods confirming that that’s what they wanted you to do so you immediately got to work.

They watched on a higher screen, watching as you typed in code after code to reverse what you had done by accident while whispering to themselves.

“They’re skilled…” Laswell whispered.

Price nodded his head in agreement.

“If a high school student managed to get in I’m sure a professional would have no trouble…” he mumbled back.

“Maybe the kid can make a better firewall or something?” Soap asked.

They all shared a look, it wasn’t a bad idea.

The five turned back to the screen and thought about what they were going to do about you, you were going to quickly become the most sought out person if people knew how skilled you were at coding and hacking.

They were going to have to make sure to keep a close eye on you and if possible recruit you to join their team because with your skill set their lives would be a lot easier

[mattslilies]

Disrupting The Class - M.S.

"you were distracting me." or... the one where a simple fidgeting habit distracts professor!matt from his lecture, and he takes it out on you afterwards. warnings: suggestive comments/texts, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex(do not do), teacher/student dynamic, both characters are 21+, kinda vanilla smut tbh! word count: 1.4k a/n: i do not own any sort of professor/teacher!matt au! i am unsure who did this first, but all credit goes to them! if you know, please tell me so i can tag them for credit! divider credit goes to @cursed-carmine! also, a tag for the lovely @viviansturns who asked for more prof!matt fics!

you had a habit of putting things in your mouth. it's how you'd always been. it was a bit of an oral fixation, if you were being completely honest, but it was your way of self soothing. chewing on something helped your brain focus, making sure that you weren't searching for outside stimulation while getting whatever you needed to done.

hence why you were currently chewing on the end of your pen, paused in your process of scribbling down notes in lecture. you'd already gotten ahead and had typed them all down on your laptop the evening before, but following along in class with handwritten notes helped keep you memorize the information better, and kept you engaged with class.

not like you needed any help to stay engaged in this class, though.

your professor was strikingly beautiful. handsome didn't cover it. his facial structure was sharp, a gorgeous jawline that was currently covered in a thin layer of facial hair that drove you absolutely insane.

you had quite the interesting relationship with professor sturniolo. the late nights in his office, the consistent glances at each other, the texts that lived on your phone... you needed no extra motivation to be paying attention in his class.

however, you'd zoned out, not realizing that the nub of the pen had made it's way between your lips. but matt realized, and watching you was starting to drive him crazy. he stumbled over one of his slides before pulling himself together, instructing the class to begin working on an assignment that was posted.

completely oblivious to the fact that you were the cause of his distress, you took out your phone, pulling up his contact and beginning to type.

"you look pretty flustered, you okay?"

his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pointedly ignored it, not making eye contact with you. you shrugged it off, it being common for matt to text you back later. starting your assignment, you didn't think anything of it, watching him slowly circle the room and answer questions.

he made his way towards your side of the classroom, taking an agonizingly long time to end up beside your seat, glancing over at your work. he nodded in approval before speaking, pointing at a part in your typing.

"try to explain this in a little more depth. otherwise, you're doing great. good job."

he knew what simple praise did to you, especially coming from him. but that didn't stop him from walking away, not sparing you another look. you spared him many looks, noticing that he was half-hard in his pants. anyone who didn't know him wouldn't realize, but since you had been the cause of many of those bulges, you noticed immediately.

you smiled to yourself, knowing something must've been bothering him, but you still hadn't connected the dots as to what. you finished your assignment, pen in your mouth the entire time, before class wrapped up.

packing up your things, you grabbed your bag and stood to let the other people in your row exit before you, finding reasons to stall and leave the lecture hall last. you had to capitalize on this opportunity to mess with matt.

as everyone quickly filed out, leaving for their next classes or going to find something to eat for lunch, you wandered down to matt's desk, leaning over it and giving him the most innocent smile you could muster.

"you okay, baby? you struggled a bit today."

he slid a file back into his drawer, closing it before looking up at you. his eyes were filled with arousal, but a slight bit of amusement, and a little bit of dominance. you might think you had the upper hand, but he was definitely planning on showing you that you did not.

"you were distracting me."

you walked around his desk, grabbing his tie and playing with it between your hands.

"was i? i wasn't even doing anything. i don't know how i could've possibly distracted you so much for you to be stuttering over your lecture."

he removed his tie from your hands, turning in his chair to face his computer as he scrolled through the assignment submissions.

"you kept chewing on that damn pen."

you laughed, not expecting that to have been the reason that matt was so out of it. something so small couldn't have been such a big deal to him, right?

wrong.

he turned back to face you, his face firm.

"what, you think it's funny to distract me from my lectures? to keep me from successfully doing my job?"

you paused your next giggle, shaking your head.

"no."

he raised an eyebrow, an expectant look on his face. you swallowed before answering again.

"no, sir."

he hummed, nodding as he reached his hand down to undo his belt buckle.

"you clearly like having things in your mouth so much. help me out with this."

he motioned for you to move between his legs, and you dropped to your knees obediently, mouth nearly watering at the idea. anyone could walk in and see you desperate to suck off you professor, but the thought only made you more excited, arousal pooling in your underwear.

helping him shove his pants down, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, spitting on his tip before stroking it over his shaft. sealing your lips around him, you suckled around his tip, causing his head to fall back against the top of his chair, a sigh escaping his mouth.

"that's it- shit, mhm, perfect-"

you worked him quickly as he moaned above you, his hand fisting your hair and beginning to fuck your mouth. he let you work him right to the edge, thighs shaking around your head and lower stomach tensing, before stopping you.

"fuck, baby."

he pulled you off of him, gasping.

"you're way too good at that."

you smiled, lips red, swollen, and glossy, his precum glistening on them, and he could've cum right there and then just from looking at you.

"get up."

his words were quick but not sharp, straight to the point as he bent you over his desk, shoving things out of the way before roughly tugging down your clothes, kicking them somewhere behind you both.

slowly pushing in, a low groan escaped him as the warmth of you surrounded him, squeezing him so tight he couldn't breathe. you whimpered, head falling forward onto the desk as you processed the stretch of him. no matter how many times you did this with him, it always felt like he was going to split you open.

s-so full!"

you cried out as he snapped his hips into you, beginning to piston them at an angle that made you start to moan consistently, body trembling underneath him. as you grew louder in volume, he quickly reached a hand around towards your face, pushing two fingers into your mouth, pressing them down onto your tongue.

"you've got a little oral fixation, huh, baby? suck, and keep your mouth shut."

you quickly wrapped your mouth around him, grateful for something to suck on, but also something to keep you quiet, because while the thought of being caught made you soak matt's cock, you didn't want that to actually happen.

muffled whines and moans escaped your lips as matt continued to ruin you, filthy words falling from his lips.

"squeezin' me so tight, sweetheart, fuck, doing so good for me-"

your arms had gone completely boneless, no longer holding you up, the only thing keeping you from collapsing being matt's hand on your hip.

"go on, baby, cum for me. i can feel you're close, your legs are shaking, honey."

after being granted permission, it didn't take long for you to spill, clenching tight around matt's shaft and sobbing onto his fingers as your entire body went limp.

matt fucked you through it, a moan of immense euphoria leaving his lips as he thrusted in a few more times, pulsing inside of you as he spurted his load before stilling.

slowly pulling out as to not overstimulate you, he gently wiped up the mixture of both of your cum that had started leaking down your legs with napkins he kept in his desk drawer. he helped you off the desk, grabbing your clothes and helping you put them back on as he softly comforted you, praise spilling throughout the room.

as you sat in his lap, straddling his waist, a firm hand caressed your back.

"don't disrupt my class again, sweetheart."

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𓆩⚝𓆪 — Studying Together (bllk ver)

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Featuring: Reo. Sae, Rin, Kaiser, Bachira, Chigiri

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: lots of swearing, mentions of summer school 😱, rin gets called a freak of nature (slander bc i love him but if you do what he does ur not a freak only he is)

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader, fluff, comedy

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: it's exam time for me so take what i wrote about studying while i should've been studying

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage

╰┈➤ I would like to think Reo doesn’t ever really need to study (smartass) but he would gladly help you study if it means he gets to see you!! (down bad ass)

╰┈➤ It’s less like studying and more like he’s tutoring you, I guess. He goes over most of the things in the curriculum quickly and then helps you with specific things you need. He gives you random questions and also helps you with the vocabulary and important terms.

╰┈➤ He looks online to find practice tests or previous exams and you take them together, so he’s learning too. He lets you answer first in case you’re wrong.

╰┈➤ Studying with Reo is very organized and put together, and you usually feel quite prepared when you’re done. Which is probably why the both of you passed with flying colors! YAY!

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi

╰┈➤ Sae really doesn’t like to study, but he always does without fail or complaint. It’s like, he hates it but he likes it at the same time, and doing it with you can make it slightly less of an annoyance.

╰┈➤ All he’ll do is go over the terms with you, and maybe have you quiz him on some of the them, and then vice versa.

╰┈➤ If you still want to study when he’s all done, he very well might just find you some random practice test online to keep you occupied like a Mom giving her child Cocomelon.

╰┈➤ You hardly feel prepared when it’s time for the exam, but when you get your grade back, you basically aced it. So, it worked, I guess?

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi

╰┈➤ Rin does not like to study either, so he just doesn’t, and he gets good grades anyway. What the fuck?? FREAK OF NATURE!!!

╰┈➤ So when you ask to study with him, his immediate response is literally “no.” like ok rude much??

╰┈➤ So, you know, eventually you wear him down and he agrees to study with you. He isn’t very cooperative and is usually doing something else, but he will genuinely help you if you’re feeling stuck. If you ask him to explain something, he will, but not without being a little bitch first (he’s a big bully).

╰┈➤ Basically, as long as you ask him the right questions and study a bit on your own, you’ll do good on the exam. Proven since you got a decent grade! YAY!

-ˏˋ⋆ Michael Kaiser

╰┈➤ Okay listen. He thinks he knows what he’s doing. You ask to study and he says yes, thinking he’ll be tutoring you. He’s confident he’ll ace the exam. He boasts about how smart he is and how easy the whole course was.

╰┈➤ You start studying by doing a practice test and Kaiser finds out he’s literally cooked. Buddy has no idea what the fuck he’s doing and basically his entire life is a lie, he’s definitely going to fail the exam.

╰┈➤ So most of the studying is you teaching him and studying every single term from the entire year, as well as taking practice tests and whatever other work your teacher gives you.

╰┈➤ You pass! YAY! Kaiser barely scrapes by.

-ˏˋ⋆ Meguru Bachira

╰┈➤ Bachira asks you if you want to study together because he wants to hang out with you (#bsfs4life) and you’ve been talking about how you’re going to study, so he thinks it’s the perfect plan!

╰┈➤ However, despite him being at your house for the whole day, you hardly study. You basically do everything but study. Every time you try to lock in, one of you says something quite silly and then you get completely distracted for the next 20 minutes.

╰┈➤ You do manage to lock in and get maybe 30 minutes to an hour’s worth of studying, but it isn’t great.

╰┈➤ You both bomb your exams. At least you’ll be together in summer school!

-ˏˋ⋆ Hyoma Chigiri

╰┈➤ Chigiri wants to study. You want to study. Might as well study together, right? So, you end up at your house.

╰┈➤ The single question, “Can you lock the fuck in?” is uttered thousands of times between the two of you, because you just can’t focus. The majority of the time is not spent studying, it’s trying to get one of you to study.

╰┈➤ In a few hours, you make it through maybe three practice tests and some vocabulary. It’s not a lot, but it’s probably more than you would’ve done if you were alone.

╰┈➤ You both pass. You could’ve gotten a higher grade if you just locked the fuck in, but at least you don’t have to go to summer school.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — taglist (ask 2 be added): @mariaace , @stellas-starry-sillies13, @meowkages

𓆩⚝𓆪 — blue lock masterlist

[kanyerealdaughter]

#TEACHERS SECRETS

sexual content , intercourse , nipple piercing , cussing , creampie , fingering , pet names , daddy kink , dirty talk , choking slightly , breeding , teasing , ( teacher izuku midoriya x student fem,reader )

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izuku is cleaning up after class. he stacks papers up neatly on his teacher's desk. you always thought he was such a gentleman and handsome.. and maybe you’ll take that to your advantage. when he hears someone knock on the classroom door, he looks up.

" who is it?" he asked.

“ mm… teacher midoriya i need your help i just don’t get this work..” you huffed quietly sitting on your teacher's desk with your super short skirt lifted exposing your thighs and revealing your black lace panties.

“ shit, you're going to give someone a heart attack with those short skirts..” he muttered under his breath with his face blushing red. 

" what don't you get ?" he asked louder, trying not to look at your thighs. he knew you were one of the smartest kids in class. 

" are you having trouble ?" you nodded slightly, letting out a sigh as you puffed out your chest, making your school uniform top puff out even more, making your nipple piercing show a lot more.

" i see.." he said, trying to keep his focus on the lesson plan in front of him. but his gaze kept drifting back to your chest, your pierced nipples prominently displayed. he swallowed hard, his heart racing.

 " let me take a look at what you're working on." without hesitation you handed him your papers from his class that most of the answers were right but a couple of them were wrong, which you definitely didn’t do it on purpose.

" mhmm..." he took your papers, consciously aware of how close you were sitting. the skirt riding up even higher. he forced himself to study the papers. 

“ these are great... but um some of these questions are wrong..” his voice came out a bit hoarser than intended. he looked at you, sitting there so innocently, his mind racing. he knew you were too smart to get these wrong on purpose. 

“ let me show you where you went wrong.” he said, standing up and moving closer to your seat, his leg accidentally brushing against yours under the desk.

" look..." he pointed to the paper, trying to keep his mind in the lesson. but your leg pressing against his, the soft fabric of your uniform, the warm touch was driving him crazy. he felt his cock twitching in his pants, he bit his lip. 

" see, the equation is solved like this..." 

“ but i just don’t get it..” you pouted, still pretending to be innocent, spreading your legs even more playing along.

izuku breath hitched as he looked at the equation, then down at your legs. the way they were spread apart, revealing that tiny black thong. he felt his heart pounding in his chest, his face flushing with heat.

 " i.. i think i can help you understand better."

“ mm really..?” you mumbled, licking your plump lips seductively before rubbing my hand on his arm softly. his arm felt like it was on fire where your hand was touching him. he looked at you, your lips glistening, your eyes filled with something that looked a lot like desire. his resolve crumbling.

 " y-yeah... let me... um... demonstrate.." he watched you nod, your school uniform top unbuttoned enough to show off your pierced nipples. he realized your skirt was so short it barely covered your ass. he swallowed hard, his mind going dirty. 

" spread your... legs more." he said nervously, trying to play along with you since he got a hint of what you were doing already.

“ e-excuse me…?” you gasped loudly, continuously to play innocently putting your hand over your chest in ‘shock’ but in reality trying to hold back your giggle. izuku face immediately turned bright red when he realized what he'd just said.

 " i mean... uh... open your book more... to see the page better." he struggled, knowing full well that was the most ridiculous excuse. his cock was now very hard in his pants, pressing against his zipper.

" forget i said that." he muttered, his hand accidentally brushed against your thigh again, and he felt sparks at the touch. 

" christ, you're driving me crazy..." he whispered under his breath, knowing you could probably hear. 

" do you want me to explain it again?"

“ pretty please.?.” you said quietly, staring up at him sitting at the edge of his desk. izuku heart melted at the sight of you sitting at the edge of his desk, you're so cute and innocent looking. he reached out to gently push your book closed, his hand landing on your thigh. 

" okay." he said, finally understanding what you wanted, his breath hitching in his ear.

" let me... help you understand better..." he said with his voice shakily, you nodded slowly before bending over his desk.

he watched as you bent over, your short skirt riding up to reveal your black lace thong, which were now soaked through. he could see your folds pressed against the edge of the desk, and it took everything in him not to just push you down and fuck you right there.

he leaned over your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you back against his chest. he pretended to be explaining the math problem, his other hand slowly spreading your thighs wider on the desk, his knuckles rubbing against your soaked thong.

 " see."

“ okay..” you mumbled, your body sending a shiver, feeling his knuckles against my soak thong.

" good, now just relax and let me help you understand..." he whispered in your ear as he moved his hand under your school skirt, his fingers brushing against your wet folds. he pushed two fingers inside you, feeling your tight pussy clench around them.

 “ like this…” 

“… fuck mr midoriya..” you moaned out, biting your bottom lip trying to stop your moans from coming out.

" shh.." he hushed, pushing your uniform top down to reveal your pierced nipples. he pinched one while thrusting two fingers inside you again, making you moan.

" god, you're so wet..." he muttered, adding another finger. " spread your legs more, baby." he gazed down at your spread legs, watching his fingers disappear into your soaked pussy. your moans were driving him wild with lust. he used his free hand to unzip his pants, freeing his aching cock. 

" fuck, i need to fuck you… c-can i baby..?" his rasped voice said, you gave out a simple weak nod. he saw you spread your legs wider, silently giving him permission. he guided his tip to your entrance, watching your pussy swallow his head. 

" you're so tight." he hissed, slowly pushing inside you. 

" do you like this baby? do you like getting pounded by your teacher.?"

“ yesss m-ngh please! daddyyy..!” you whined he heard you call him 'daddy' almost made him cum instantly, seeing your fat ass wiggling against his tip.

 " that's my dirty girl, isn't it? want daddy's cock deep in your little pussy.?" izuku grabbed your hips hard and thrust balls deep inside you.

“ o-oh fuck!” you whimpered with your back arched over the desk as you gripped the desk tight, feeling midoriya large veiny cock slam into you, he groaned loudly as your tight pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. 

" fuck yes, take it!" he slammed into you harder, each thrust pushing you further up the desk. his cock was hitting your deepest spots, his pelvis slapping against your ass, if you walked past, all you would hear was skin slapping. he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing gently as he fucked you hard and fast.

 " you love daddy's big cock, don't you, you little slut?" he whispered harshly in your ear, his hips snapping against your ass.

 " gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum."

“ n-mngh!” you blabbering nodding as swell getting so fuck out by your teacher damn near drooling with his large hand around your neck. he loved the way you nodded eagerly, taking his entire length each time he thrust inside you. he squeezed your neck tighter, cutting off your air slightly. 

" look at you taking daddy's big cock like a good girl." he growled, his hips bucking furiously against you.

“ g-gonna cum.!” you continue to hold on the desk your knuckles turning white, your ass recoiling against his buff thighs thrusting into you.

" me too baby, mm s-so fucking tight!" he groaned loudly, grabbing your hips tightly as he slammed into you one final time. his cock throbbed violently inside you as he erupted, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into your spasming pussy. 

soon as he came inside of you did right after cummin on his cock like a train hit you making your legs tremble your cream leaking down onto his balls. he held you in place, his cock still buried inside you as he rode out his orgasm. finally, he pulled out, his cum dripping from your pussy onto the desk. he turned you around to face him, kissing you deeply as he held you in his arms. 

“ fuck, i love you…” he whispered.

“ mmm…” you moaned into the super sloppy kiss before he broke the kiss, looking down at you with a soft smile. 

" we're in so much trouble." he said, his voice filled with affection. but he didn't care, he just held you close, his heart full of love for you. 

" let's just keep this our little secret, okay?"

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - izuku might be a lil out of character but whateverrr .. not proofread i’m so tired rn.

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