#he just tries to be a good professor and cares about his students and i'm here blushing and twirling my hair and picturing us making out

[tarjapearce]

Bad Teachings

College Professor AU! Miguel O'Hara x reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Smut (I tried my best, I swear ;w;) Mildly dubious-con. Age gap implied

Hope you like 🥹✨

The last semester felt impossibly harder, nerve wrecking and it was as usual chipping away the little social life you had. Not that you had many friends really, mostly of the people you hung out with, were people that always ended either paired with you or gathered in group works.

Sure you were invited to parties here and there, but nothing too concrete.

But right now, none of it mattered, as you sat before your teacher, Peter B. Parker, at the verge of tears.

"Look, I know it seems like you'll fail, but you still have a chance." He was packing up his things and then looked your way. " I know you care for the other classes, but this one is also important. I just can't help you out this time."

"It was just one assignment! Mr. Parker. One! I had none to drive me out to that place."

"What about your friends?"

"Just... Please?, This is my last class, I can't afford another semester here."

Peter was one of the few lax teachers out there that would help out here and there when he was able to. One of your favorites actually, contrary to what people said, he was a good teacher.

"I know, I know, kid. Just let me see what I can do ok? Im not promising anything, but I can try. Mr. O'Hara isn't that bad."

You groaned hopelessly.

"God, Im so dead"

"He's not that bad. He's all bark and no bite, I'm telling you"

"Not to question your decisions, Mr. Parker but from all the teachers you could've picked, why Mr. O'Hara?"

"Not up to me kid, administration's doing. Besides, I'll be gone just a couple of weeks. You'll do fine. I'll speak to him, okay?"

You just nodded, hope hanging on a thread.

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You were fucked . In fact, you could already picture your parents' mortified expression upon the news and the student loan could only stretch up so far . Miguel O'Hara was... brutal.

He took no shit from anyone, he had 'zero chill' or so you had heard among the other students that barely passed with him. However, you were learning what you needed and wanted to learn. He was demanding, but a great teacher.

"He's hot." One of your classmates admitted as you were gathered in study groups to do an assignment due in a couple of hours.

"I heard he's married."

"No, he's not. No kids, nothing."

"I heard his daughter died."

"He doesn't like talking about that, Jen."

You subtly glanced at him, so ever stoic, frowning and serious, checking and grading assignments like nothing. He was intimidating overall. Everyone behaved and actually studied when he teached.

Class ended shortly after you finished the study group. However you waited a bit longer when everyone had been out to submit your group's part. And also, probably have a chance to ask about your class status.

The first thing you couldn't help but notice was how snug the button t-shirt was on him, your nose detected a tingle of his cologne, His hair was long yet well kept and silky looking. Hell, he probably had a better hair routine than you. His hands movements were smooth and swift, as if they had memorized a pattern. He stopped and looked up to you. For being a man on his early forties he looked younger.

A chill ran down your spine.

"Leave it there." He went back to scribbling notes and you obeyed.

"Mr. O'Hara?"

"Hm?"

You sighed quietly, fearful he might sense your fear.

"Sorry to bother you, Um... I was wondering if-" you swallowed as he looked back at you with a slight frown in his face

"If Mr. Parker left any extra work for me?"

His brow raised in confusion

"I haven't seen Mr. Parker in months, niña. I was just called two days ago to cover up his spot."

Shit.

"R-Right. Uh, I just asked since he said he would-"

"Help you out? Yeah, that's not happening."

"I know it's just another day for you when students come here and cry-"

"You're not crying, so that's a first."

Your cheeks burned a little at his odd praising, but also you were embarrassed overall. Your favorite teacher had definitely forgot about you.

"Just... hear me out. This is my last class, my last semester's weeks And I truly cannot afford to repeat the class."

"And that is my problem because?"

Your lips tightened and soon your eyes turned glossy, but still you were determined to see it through.

"It's just 5 points I need to keep my score and have my record approved."

"The class ain't over yet. Better keep it up."

"Mr. O'Hara, pl-"

"No."

"I will buy you empanadas?" He snorted

"See you next semester, kid. Close the door when you're out."

His no was pretty much definitive. Sighing you marched away from the classroom and closed the door. You didn't cry. That was something.

----

The following days you spent holed up in the library, roomie to loud and messy to be around as you prepared for the pre evaluation for the finals, occasionally you caught a glimpse of Miguel O'Hara, working as usual in his favorite corner, un bothered.

What truly was pissing you is that some of your teammates hadn't submitted their part of the job, wich was due tomorrow. The whole report was half done and still it was alot left to do. You were trying. And just when you felt anxiety began worming it's way in you, the seat across you was dragged open and no other than Mr. Miguel O'Hara sat before you.

He looked at you with a blank yet curious gaze.

"You look like you're about to have a nervous wreck."

"I am."

"Right, here." He showed you a printed paper, "Meet me there, at 6. Don't make plans."

"What?" you squinted your eyes to read the information

"Thought you wanted help?" Exasperated at your obliviousness he huffed, "Guess not"

"Wait!" you snatched the paper out of his hands, "Sorry. Just.. Thank you" he smirked.

Your eyes lit up upon reading the paper and nodded. If it wasn't for you being so tired, and him being scary, you'd probably hug him.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" You spoke in between whispers.

"Si si, cállate. Look, it's a conference college is organizing, in a week, if you want those five extra, go. I'll be there. Don't make plans."

"Funny you think I have a social life, Mr. O'Hara. But thanks. I really appreciate it."

"At 6. Formal dress code."

"Gotcha." you nodded as you grinned. He left you alone.

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You'd look like a liar if he saw you, a cocktail in your hand, chatting to a classmate that was nice enough talk to. It was a small celebration for a good score in the past assignment, you could breath a little, feel a bit hopeful.

"Did you saw Mr. O'Hara today? God..." the girl almost moaned in the spot.

"You kidding? He doesn't fuck his students."

"Who knows, I might be the first?"

"In getting reported maybe. Dude is scary. A friend of mine repeated twice with him."

"What about you, (Name)? I saw you in the library chatting with him."

The whole attention suddenly dropped on you.

"Ah, yeah he told me he'd see me next semester"

"Shut up. You're failing too?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure he's hot and stuff, but... yeah. I don't know how to tell my parents actually. Add me to the chat group, by the way"

Before the conversation turned into how half female college students wanted him, your classmate took you to another private spot. Mike Aguilar was his name, someone that like you, avoided unnecessary attention. What you didn't expect was that he stole a kiss from you. Between cocktails and making out with Mike for a long time, the loud music, it felt good. Felt good to experience the other side of broke colege student.

You ended up being taken to your room, railed up but Mike was gentleman enough to not indulge since you both were drunk. How long had been since someone actually indulged you? Even more so, that you had indulged  yourself? You removed your pants.

You were alone, but locked up the door, and grabbed your phone. Looking up in the group chat you looked for Mike's contact and typed.

"Hey Miky"

He replied almost instantly

"Sup, hlt stuff?" He didn't care for the typos

"Wanna see aumthin?"

"*Something"

You giggled as he send a "🥴" emoji.

Biting your lip, you put the phone in a pillow and began recording. Hands trailing on your clothed breasts as you sat down and spreaded your legs. One of your hands dipped inside your panties as the other one uncovered your breast to then squeeze and toy with one.

Your mouth had shaped in an 'o' as you bucked your hips to ride slowly your own hand. Your moans were needy and they turned more wanton as you kept toying with your nipples and clit, soon gasping for air, coming undone.

You then brought your slicked fingers to your mouth and licked them clean with a groan. You then giggled and stopped recording. The alcohol buzzed fully in your system, not only clouding your judgment, but also firing up a dirty mind.

"For your eyes only"

You uploaded the video and pressed send.

Tossing the phone on your nightstand, you went back to keep indulging in yourself before your roomie could get back. But this time, you had in mind a very specific scary teacher to think about.

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The constant beeping in your phone bolted you awake. You turned off the alarm and saw your phone. Your eyes went wide awake as dread crept up to you.

"So... What was that you wanted to show me?"

Oh no.

Panic surged through your body as seeing Mr. O'Hara's chat open with a 'video' description. Shaky fingers opened it up, only to reveal the 'seen' mark in the chat.

OH NO.

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Against all odds and what could go wrong, you showed up in class. Sure, sending a porn video of yourself to your scary teacher was a major fuck up. But failing class would be even a bigger fuck up of all times, You had one foot outside of it all. Once out of college you wouldn't see Mr. O'Hara, and eventually he'd forget it all. Besides, you were pretty sure that he'd receive that kind of messages on a daily basis.

Sighing, you entered the classroom and as quietly as you could you sat in the very back of it. Class went as normal as you could, but the feeling of being watched was always present. Thankfully class was over and just as you snuck to get in, you snuck out.

You couldn't look at him in the face, not after what you had done in that video. Another reason of why you didn't drink often. But now a new problem laid ahead. How would you face him on Saturday?

Talking about, you didn't even know what to wear. Maybe the universe was conspiring against you, but you were grateful enough that he didn't bring it up, maybe he didn't pay much attention. There were so many scenarios running your mind.

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In the end, you wrote an apology. It was easier to just apologize without seeing his face, and maybe things would be buried and forgotten as days passed.

But no. He had requested to see you after class.

As you approached you squeezed the written apologize and sighed once you were before his desk, across him.

"I need you to sign here, to confirm your assistance tomorrow."

You gulped and took the pen, after sliding the letter to him. He cocked an eyebrow to you as you signed.

"What's this?" He took the crumpled paper and opened it up. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see, amusement in them. A knowing look seizing you.

"I'm so so sorry. The... The video I mean. It wasn't for you, I swear! But I was-"

"Drunk and stupid? Yeah. Noted." He tossed the letter in the trashbin and stood with his arms on his waist, "I thought you were better than that, (Name)"

Your eyes glossed over the disappointment in his tone.

"Has anyone else seen it?"

You shook your head.

His eyes glinted with something dark, something you couldn't actually pinpoint and to be honest you were too embarrassed to ask.

"Good. Anyway, 6 pm. Austen's Auditorium"

"T-That far?"

"Have a problem?"

"Uh, no. I'll be there. I'll call an Uber."

"I'll drive you."

"What? No! I mean, no. I'm uncomfortable enough as it is. Don't wanna make this even more awkward."

"Trust me, nothing that I haven't seen before, unfortunately."

"Yeah, no. I'll call an Uber. I'm financially fucked anyways. Thanks" His pupils dilated so ever softly at the way your lips muttered the word fucked. His face remained steely as usual, but his eyes gave away so much.

"Whatever. Meet me in the last row, second seat, then."

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You showed up, high waisted, tight, black, upper knee length skirt with a small slit on the side, a cream colored blouse with matching bra and a black blazer with nude heels. It was the standar, and the only truly formal wear you had in your closet. Uber drove you to the venue and soon, you met Miguel and sat next to him. You could recognize some other students along some other teachers from other areas. Conference was about the new ways of teaching and learning, nothing too groundbreaking as you had originally thought.

The conference was two hours long and at the end, you signed up a paper sheet and was told to wait on the entrance as Miguel greeted and signed out.

"Let's go."

Miguel guided you by placing a hand on your lower back, and gave a gentle push for you to follow him.

"Car's on the third floor"

"I told you that I could get an Uber."

"And risk you to be kidnapped or something? Not a chance. Besides I wanna keep my job as much as I can."

"Gee, thanks for caring, Mr. O'Hara."

"Todo un placer, preciosa." He chuckled

Your knees trembled as he spoke in spanish, you were sat on the front seat and fastened your seatbelt. He started the engine but it just revved a couple of times before it went dead. And just when you thought nothing could go wrong, it started pouring. Hard.

"Shit."

You groaned in frustration and Miguel smirked.

"Why the rush? Have somewhere to go?"

"No, Mr. O'Hara. Just wanted to rest. I'm not used to wear heels actually."

"Thought you were meeting with that guy you were making out the other night"

Your eyes widened in utter embarrassment as he stretched in his seat.

"Jesus... this can't be even more embarrassing."

"As your teacher, I completely disapprove such behaviors. Specially with that cabrón. He's not a good person."

"What do you mean?"

"He's conditioned. Likes to spread out intimate content of girls he gets."

"How do you know this?"

"I told you, nothing I haven't seen before."

You sank in your seat, mulling over his words.

"Hate to admit but... Im kinda glad knowing this. I mean, I'm really embarrassed though, but-"

"You're glad that little video fell onto my hands and not someone else?"

You nodded, unable to look at him as your face flushed.

"Yes, what?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Must admit though." His hands on the wheel tightened. "It took me by surprise. Out of all the female students, you, did a whole show."

You gulped as your breath hitched. His eyes squinted and that dark tingle was back at it again

"Hands in those cute ass panties, riding your hand like it was the last thing you'd ever ride."

His hand pulled his hair back as he bit his lip so ever softly. You on the other hand were trembling, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Who were you thinking of?"

"N-None. I swear. This is... really really bad"

"Maybe, but so is sending really explicit videos to your teacher, preciosa."

You shut your mouth and looked at him, he leaned in and studied your face. His index and thumb taking your chin.

"You're trembling. Why? A pretty thing like you shouldn't fear me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Quite the opposite actually." His thumb caressed your cheek and his lips brushed over yours.

"I wanna make you feel as good as you did in that video." He kissed your cheek and bit softly at your earlobe earning a shudder. It was like if another person had took over him.

"Can I? You want me to make you feel good, muñeca?"

He was overwhelming your senses, then you felt him unbuttoning your shirt. You nodded.

"W-Wait... what if someone sees us?"

Miguel unbuckled your seat belt and pulled you for a deep kiss. Moaning, your hands raked down his chest, stopping at his belt.

"Don't worry on it. It's fucking pouring outside." He riled up your skirt up, exposing the fabric of your panties. His lips went to your neck and kissed a soft trail as his fingers dipped between clothed folds, earning a whimper. His free hand managed to pull out one of your breast and then rolled his tongue over it.

"So sensitive" His fingers rubbed in slow circles your little flesh mount. He took a moment to pull one of the windows two inches down, enough for air to seep in.

"Spread those legs for me, preciosa. Lemme see that pretty pussy." Your hips accommodated as your skirt was pushed upwards, he then removed your panties and smiled.

"Sit on the back seat. Can't taste you properly like that." With trembling hands you moved on the back leathery wide seat as he moved the front ones forward, leaving more space in the back. He removed his blazer and his tie. Your heels long forgotten in the front seat. He seemed like a caged animal in a tiny space, and you a small snack for him.

His hands kneaded the supple flesh of your thighs, you removed the blazer and soon he finished unbuttoning your shirt, your bra was unclasped, spilling your breast freely. He groaned and kissed you once more. In your haste you unbuckled his belt but he stopped you.

"Are you on contraceptives?"

His fingers spreaded your legs further, exposing your slick flesh. You just nodded dumbly.

"No habrá problema entonces." He muttered more to himself than anyone as he bend over, one of your thighs dangled in his left shoulder as he brought your slit closer to his mouth.

He did a small cross blessing on himself and a little prayer and licked his lips.

"We've got to be grateful for this meal." His tongue went flat against your slit and dragged it up. Your toes curled up and you groaned.

"Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor." His lips focused in the little bundle of nerves, giving it soft suckles, kisses as his tongue dribbled in your inner folds.

"Podría comerte todo el día" He mumbled as he gave feathery bites on your plush flesh. His hands held your thighs, you were too enraptured in pleasure to mumble a coherent word. Instead your hands latched at his head softly and applied pressure only when he grew closer to that very sweet spot.

His tongue lapped up and soon his whole mouth disappeared between your folds. The obscene sound of his mouth working made your spine arch. He held you in place as his face kept buried between your legs. Your breath hitched as your body went taut. He switched in between devouring your clit and fucking you with his tongue.

"Y-Yes!" You hissed as searing pleasure crashed hard. Your toes curled in, and your body trembled, coming undone on his mouth. He made sure to clean you up before releasing your flesh with a wet pop. You pulled him for a kiss as the rain kept hitting the car, drowning any sound.

"Such a pretty and naughty baby." He cooed as he tied your hands behind your back with his neck tie, then pulled his pants down his knees and brought your knees close to your shoulders, exposing once more your puffed and wet cunt.

"Sending videos for me to watch" He pumped himself a couple of times before rubbing his flushed tip in your sopping folds. You moaned as he entered you slowly, feeling the good stretch of his cock in your walls and gasped.

Hearing your classmates talking about the possibilities of what Mr. O'Hara had between his legs was nothing compared to actually experiencing it as it dug deeper in your guts.

You gave a shaky whimper at how full you felt, and he was barely starting. You could only watch as his girth disappeared between your folds with ease.

"You're so tight, princesa." He kissed your temple, as you choked on a thrust he gave, shaking your whole body.

"Wanna be a good girl for me?" Nodding you groaned as he tangled one of his hands on your front bangs and held you still, to then ram his hips against yours. It earned him a sweet wail from you. He closed his eyes for a second, relishing at your warmth and tighteness

"So fucking good. Will give you a lil' present before you graduate." His hips slapped shamelessly and viciously, leaving you with little room to breathe properly. Your hands desperately trying to hold onto something

"Gonna miss you and this pussy when you're gone, you know that?" His voice rumbled through his chest between heavy pants and soft growls.

You were too cock drunk to actually speak, the lack of air was making you dizzy, soon you felt like a zombie, just grunting and moaning as his body crushed you, over and over, almost fucking you in to the seat. Miguel O'Hara was anything but gentle, in all sense of the word. The car shook softly and soon, you gritted your teeth as the pressure in your lower belly increased until you came on his cock. Gushing and clamping down hard.

Your body shook, and he cupped your cheeks, smiling at the debauched look on your face as you came, proud of himself. Your hands had numbed out, but he then untied them.

"Such a messy baby." His hips didn't stop, one of his hands snaked it's way to your neck and squeezed.

Your hands found a little strength to cling to his arm, his eyes never left you.

"Give me another one, mi amor"

He cooed as his hips fucked you silly, tears piling up at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation making a mess out of your senses. Your nails scratched his wrist as his thrust turned erratic, sloppier and finally he came as he cradled your limp body closer to his.

It was almost possessive. You gave a pathetic cry as you came with him. He kissed you softly and laid you gently.

He then pulled one of the windows down another couple of inches, letting air to refresh your burning body.

Your clothes were soiled, except for the blazer, the rest was drenched in sweat or covered in fluids. The good thing was that rain could cover up all evidence.

He looked at you in awe and pride.

----

"You look lovely in this one."

Mr. O'Hara's chat was opened, revealing a picture of you sucking his cock in his classroom with your graduation gown, looking at him with doe-like eyes.

"Thanks. You taste great, btw." You typed back, with a smirk

"Call me, Miguel, preciosa. I'm not your teacher anymore."

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Si si, cállate — "Yeah, yeah, shut up"

Todo un placer, preciosa - "My pleasure, gorgeous"

cabrón— Fucker

muñeca- Doll

No habrá problema entonces- "No problem then"

Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor- "You have a pretty pussy, my love"

Podría comerte todo el día- "I could eat you all day"

[kooeater]

Hi babes!! can you do a short fic about older/dilf!jk x reader with daddy issues? smutty and cute pleaseee <3

guys who are older | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smut | fluff | tiny bit of angst?

warnings: age gap, older!jk. daddy issues?, unproteced sex, counter sex, dom/sub dynamics, slight choking, afteracare, some cutesy stuff c:

(Is this short? I think so... I'm not sure omg I tried my best anon!! Hope you enjoy!)

Jeon Jungkook, 38-year-old divorced hot dad moved next door to you and fucking hell did he make you go insane. Let's just say, you gotten to know him very well.

Fucking Jungkook was the best part of your day, you two can't go a day without having sex. You made it very clear to him that he can talk to you about anything, it doesn't always have to be about sex! Although, the age gap was certainly something you always swore to him you can understand like an adult.

You're a 21-year-old college student, and he's 38, divorced, and has 2 kids, did you care? No, not at all. You were going to fuck him regardless.

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"You're such a good girl for me." a beautiful moan coming from his mouth, his large member thrusting in and out of your tight hole, tattooed hands clamped around your throat.

All you did was knock on his door for some sugar, in the smallest skirt you know he loves.

Now, you're on his kitchen counter, legs spread opened, panties to the side like a whore for his cock to ram into your cunt. Whimpers coming from your mouth as his cock kept hitting the same spot in you over and over again. He knows how's to fuck way too well.

"Jungkook please, cum in me!" you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You then do a little yelp as his hand comes off your throat and up to your boobs, grasping them like stress balls.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. I can be in this tight pussy all fucking day." his words send you over the edge, you can feel your orgasm coming close. a couple of rubs to your clit and you're releasing sweet cream all over his member just how he likes it.

-

Sex was great of course; the aftercare was just as good. He lets you know that he cares after fucking you into next week. He would make sure you had a nice spot to nap knowing you're such a sleepy head after sex, he made sure there was snacks for you to munch on.

His praise was everything to you. He knew you didn't have a father figure emotionally there for you while you were growing up, he caught onto your daddy issues really quick. Every time you brought up your grades, good or bad ones he'll always say how he's proud of you.

"Darling don't be sad, an 88% is fine. You studied hard and you did your work, you just need to understand it better. Look, your professor even left a note saying how lovely your handwriting is!" he pointed to the little sticky note, trying to cheer you up as you were letting out tears for not getting the perfect grade back.

"Well yeah I mean, I tried my best to make it look nice." sadness tinted in your voice as you leaned into his chest feeling nothing but warmth and comfort from him.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're okay." his soft yet simple words are enough to make you break down. He picks up your body and sits down on his living room couch, your hands wrapped around his neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

Times like that were the best, knowing that you can have that comforting connecting with him, knowing that he wasn't just going to walk out on you. He was the older man you always needed in your life, and you're not going to let him go.

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this was done pretty fastly lmao sorry if it's boring? Idk I'm not used to writing this way but I wanted to try it out! Like and follow if you feel like it, thanks for readinggggg ~~~ 🤍

- belle 🎀

[mywritingonlyfans]

Teacher's pet. // Prof!Alex Turner X Stud!Reader (Smut) Part 1 of 3.

prompt: (Age Gap/Smut) Alex, an undergraduate professor, wasn't known for his friendliness until he found himself gradually warming up to you. Your remarkable writing skills, particularly directed at his class, heightened his interest even further. He's determined to show you firsthand just how talented you are, even if the journey is challenging. Eventually, both of you realize that resisting this connection is futile, and you must let go of your inhibitions to explore what lies ahead.

words: 9.3K

a/n: Be aware that it's a smut but it has a whole context, so it's long. There are changes of the next parts being more smuts, this part was assembled around how they feel in front of each other and what they make the other feel. It is important to point out that I'm not native of the language, it is likely that there are some errors, but hopefully few because I try to be careful. In addition, I hope you enjoy!

You were nervous; it was difficult to digest what he was explaining when all you seemed to notice in class was the timbre of his voice. As hours passed, his accent seemed to grow stronger and huskier, not to mention how he had taken off his blazer within the first few minutes and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. You couldn't quite tell whether you were enjoying the subject matter due to its inherent interest or whether it was him who had become your focus of interest.

You found the buttons on his white shirt alluring, the warmth adhering to his skin, and the occasionally tousled hair being lazily brushed away from his eyes exuded a charm. Watching him was intriguing; at some point, you had tried to avoid such distractions, but realizing your failure, you allowed yourself to be swept away completely.

"Did you hear me?" He asked a bit louder, trying to get your attention. He hadn't shouted; he never did. You were immersed in him, yet couldn't grasp the meaning of the disjointed words he had gestured. However, the movements of his restless hands and the prominent veins when he placed them on his waist had etched themselves into your memory. If someone requested, you could depict his fingers in oil on canvas.

"I'm sorry," you shook your head, waiting for him to repeat, as he often did with everyone else. He studied you more closely, even from a distance, his hands tucked in his pockets and your breath catching slightly. He didn't often make direct eye contact with students, maybe with no one. He was somewhat reserved, and it was evident that lecturing for hours wasn't quite his natural disposition. You found the stumbling over words and how he would look out the window or shift his gaze when someone met his eyes rather appealing. You feared that you had been thinking about him for so long that you had built up an image of him beyond what he could actually be.

However, he held his dark eyes on you, offering a gentle smile, a touch relaxed as if he had expected that from you, and playfully continued, "Well, I didn't expect that from you. I must have been mistaken in thinking you're a great one." He carried on with the lecture as your cheeks began to burn. Perhaps his not-liking for you was part of his nature too.

…

You couldn't bear for him not to like you. Not until the end of the semester; you considered his subject crucial for your repertoire. He just couldn't dislike you. Some nights were spent awake, but you were certain your paper was well-written, and your readings for his class were up to date; any question he might ask, you'd know the answer to. Your seat in the classroom was always the same, out of habit. Honestly, if you had known the distraction and nervousness that Mr. Turner would cause you, you would have opted for seats further back for your own good. But now it was too late, and besides, you needed a good grade in his class.

He was wearing a light blue blazer, a shirt with a few buttons open, and high-waisted slacks, the usual attire, but it never failed to soften your senses. He looked well-rested, his expression serene, no signs of dark circles, and his hair was even silkier than usual as his fingers brushed it back. You found yourself fidgeting, imagining what it would be like to run your fingers through his hair, touch his skin, and feel the texture of the beard that was just beginning to grow.

Realizing your mental drift, you closed your eyes tightly and buried your head in a notebook, trying to avoid looking at him. The rest of the class proceeded as usual, his voice pleasant and utterly hypnotic, and occasionally, he cracked a light joke to lighten the mood. Almost no one laughed, but you found it funny. There were only a few students, so he had no choice but to notice you.

You weren't foolish enough not to notice his eyes briefly passing over you, but you chalked it up to his duty to see if anyone needed help. So you avoided letting your brain jump to impossible conclusions.

And then there was the age difference; he was older, you couldn't say for sure how much, but the more pronounced lines on his face and his authoritative demeanor made that evident. Still, he was charming and, dare you say, a bit sexy. He had a well-sculpted physique, leaving enough room for you to describe him for hours.

"Could you continue for us?" he said, his voice distinct, making you look at him reluctantly. You didn't know it, but avoiding his gaze throughout the class had bothered him, but who was he to say anything about it unless you couldn't answer him?

You nodded, your hands sweaty; you knew what to say, just not where to find the courage. Your cheeks were already burning with anxiety. "I'm sorry," your voice was soft, and you stumbled over the first syllable. He seemed to understand. "It's okay," Mr. Turner leaned down to your level at your desk, his hands on his knees, and a somewhat encouraging smile. "I know you wrote an excellent paper on this; I know you know what to say," he said softly, turning toward you, his calm eyes and a nod of the head giving you confidence. His words made you look away for a moment, and your shy smile spread awkwardly.

Once you finished, he thanked you and added that you had done very well. He seemed genuinely pleased to see you speak, but perhaps it was just a product of your imagination. You even received a light applause from him, which didn't seem ironic. This made you feel more at ease and attentive during his classes; he was a great teacher.

At the end of class, he passed by the desks, handing out the respective papers we had discussed. Your face fell into a worried expression as you touched yours. Alex knew you deserved more, but he wouldn't make it easy for you. It wasn't his style as an educator to give out high grades easily.

Your smile disappeared in confusion; he felt a pang in his chest when he saw your reaction. He didn't say anything, just returned to his desk and said he was open to discussions. He hoped you would come to him and fight for the grade you deserved, but it was clear how upset you were about it.

Others left, content with their grades, and you still had the paper in your hands, looking between the notes. He avoided looking at you directly, yet couldn't help but glance at you from time to time.

"Mr. Turner," you sounded angelic as you approached him, your steps light as you handed him the paper. Your shirt was short, and when you handed him the paper, he couldn't help but notice the exposed skin of your stomach, which was briefly visible. "I thought I had done well; that's what you just said," your voice trembled, and as you got closer, he noticed your sweet scent. On the other hand, you couldn't focus on anything; minutes ago, you were sure you had done well, and things with him had been sorted out; he didn't hate you.

"It's not a bad grade," he said firmly, then immediately regretted it. It was brief, but for a moment, your eyes filled, and he could see how much it had frustrated you. He didn't blame you; in fact, he knew you were talented, and by the way you had written, he knew you had put in the effort. The problem wasn't you; any other teacher would have given you the highest grade. However, your grade wasn't bad; it just wasn't what you deserved and wanted.

"Do you think I can redo it? I can do better," he looked at your trembling hands and continued, "This grade is final; I can't allow you to do that." His words didn't match his tone, but you didn't notice; you wanted to rip up the paper in front of him and say you didn't need it.

You stood in front of him, disoriented, while he couldn't help but let his attention wander over you. He felt wrong, both because you were his student and because he was aware that you were over a decade younger. Still, without being able to explain it well, he found himself lost in thoughts of you from time to time, especially after having read what you wrote.

"Please," you pleaded softly as a last attempt, your eyebrow arched and your nose wrinkled in emphasis of your plea, and you looked so beautiful. "I can allow you to submit another," he confirmed, his face serious, the little furrow between his brows. Up close, you felt your breath catch as you noticed the exposed hairs on his chest. The scent of cigarettes and his cologne became more pronounced, and you liked it. Creating a new one would take so much time, but if it was your only option, there was nothing to be done.

Alex had only asked that in the hope of being able to explore more of your writing; by the end of the semester, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from letting you know that you were his number one fan if you allowed it. You had a beautiful way with writing; feelings seemed worth experiencing in your words. You nodded in agreement. "Okay, I need you to submit it by the end of the week." You didn't object; you seemed grateful, and Alex took mental note of how caring so much about that grade was something youthful; in the future, it wouldn't matter, but you didn't know that yet. Your smile, now smaller but still present, returned to your kind face, and he felt more comfortable, even dressed in his serious university professor attire. With that, he guided you to the door, his palm resting lightly on your back, not inappropriately, but gently, which caused him to blush a bit. You felt shivers run down your spine, but he didn't seem to notice, and both of you made your way to the exit. You thanked him once more, telling him that you wouldn't make him regret his decision, to which he assured you it wouldn't happen.

Your path to the next class was accompanied by a light and relaxed smile after his final words were simply, "I know you won't disappoint me; you didn't the first time," in his pleasant accent, followed by a pat on your shoulders. You felt like a fool, but you couldn't even think of trying to avoid it anymore.

…

"He's good, knows what he's doing. He follows my lead during, when I'm tired and breathless; he tilts his face and lets his nose graze my clit," your friend said casually, as if it were an everyday part of her life. Well, you couldn't relate. She was lounging on your bed, while you were on the floor with your laptop open to one of Professor Turner's published stories. As well as a valuable audiobook that was read by him between the navigation tabs, waiting for her to leave so you can have your moment of peace. You wanted to learn more about him, and your friend kept failing to get you to go out and meet new people. You were unfamiliar with the sensation of being touched, and she wanted to change that.

"I don't want to have to force someone to like me," you said, reconsidering what you had just breathed out, not wanting to sound offensive. You two were just different. She didn't mind; she just laughed. "I'll keep trying for you," and you appreciated that about her. You wanted someone in your life like that, but you didn't want it to be as insignificant as she described. She had already set you up with someone to talk to before, and the kiss was good, at least until you refused to have sex right away, which resulted in his friends laughing at you and whispering as you passed them in the hallway. You learned that sometimes it's better to wait and avoid certain situations.

"I'm okay like this, it's alright," you said, even though you weren't, but you wouldn't go through that again. She respected your decision. Your smile brightened as you saw a notification that you had received an email from Alex on the screen. You bit your lip, trying to contain your eagerness to click on it, making it something important that needed to be read slowly and appreciated. His notes on what he thought of your paper would be there, and he always made a point to highlight the positives and areas for improvement. It warmed your heart.

For a brief moment, his smile for you flashed in your mind, the wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, and his pointed nose following in harmony. You had to grip the fabric of your skirt between your fingers, soon having your friend's words echoing in your head. Professor Turner seemed like a good man in every sense of the word. You did believe he would treat his partners well in every way. Your friend pointed out that the boy she went out with listened to her, and you felt that he would too; both in listening and in other ways. You were sure, with what little you had learned about him, that he was observant.  There would be no need to tell him what to do, Mr Turner would understand your body and then he would not disappoint.  He could tell when a woman was tired or overwhelmed. An important one was that you also thought he was provocative, too impatient at times not to be.  You wanted to be able to know what it was like with him, even if it was through other people's experiences with him, just to get a little of that taste.  You didn't exactly feel good about the inconsistency of such thoughts. Still, you let yourself be carried away by them.

He made you wet with just his voice. If he were to touch you in that way, you were certain you would give yourself over completely. You sat up straighter, envisioning how good it would be to have his tongue on you, gentle and with relaxed moans because he wouldn't think going down on you was a bad thing or something to second-guess. You remembered how easily you could make your small vibrator slide when you were really excited, and you felt it would be the same with his fingers. They were longer and thicker than yours, but wet with his saliva and your body melting from his voice, they would be skillful.

The tip of his nose would surely brush deliciously against your clit as he savored your taste, following your cues. The beard that was beginning to grow would graze your sensitive skin, causing a slight burn that would remind you of his presence. Professor Turner would also shake his face into you, wanting to make sure he enjoyed pleasuring you as much as he did receiving. Oh, and you would love to be able to provide that to him. Unconsciously, you found yourself breathing heavily. Your friend laughed, "Are you this worked up over a notification?" She had gotten up to leave but returned when she noticed you were flustered. "Spill it, who's the lucky one?" You recoiled, shaking your head in denial, not wanting to admit that there was someone (or not exactly), but your smile was hard to hide.

"It's not really anyone," you still felt uncomfortable in your own skin, fearing you had done something wrong. She waited for you to continue. "Just an email about a paper I submitted, I got feedback on it now." She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "What a nerd." Then you felt like exploring the situation further, considering that she also had a class with him but in a different subject. "Was it positive feedback at least? What subject is this for?" You mentally thanked her for asking, giving you an opening to continue.

"It's for Professor Turner's class. He let me redo one of the papers to try for a higher grade," you answered, and she raised an eyebrow. "He gave you a low grade?" The girl seemed surprised but not entirely. "This guy is impossible, what a..." She used a strong word. You didn't quite understand. While you still thought there was a chance he might dislike you, he didn't seem so harsh. He wasn't the friendliest at first, but as you thought back, you realized you had never seen him smile at any student in your class except you.

"Do people think he's bad?" You asked, furrowing your brow. Deep down, you wanted her to reassure you by saying positive things about him and making you feel normal about having this confusing crush on him. She then talked about his strict grading style, how he acted like a difficult person to talk to, and always had a stern expression. She wasn't wrong; you couldn't deny that. But he wasn't like that with you; it was different, and you couldn't explain it.

"I talked to him about my grade, and even though he was reluctant, he allowed me to redo it and submit it by email. He talks to me during class as well, asking me to explain something or asking for my opinion on what he's explaining. I think he's talented, but I can understand your point," you defended, without taking a breath, as if it were already a formulated and concrete idea in your head. You did spend a lot of time thinking about him since the first day of his class. She quickly caught on to where this was headed. "You like him, he's your type. Charming, grumpy, and writes well." Your cheeks burned. "He likes you; in my class, he doesn't chitchat with anyone, just does what's necessary. He enjoys teaching, I can see that in him, he's just not so sociable and too strict for a subject that should be straightforward. I've never even seen the guy smile." You pondered for a moment, deciding to pay closer attention to see if he treated you differently from the others or if it was just your head playing tricks on you.

You shrugged and concluded before she left, "I like him, and he frustrates me sometimes for being so strict, but I don't think he does it out of malice. He seems like a good man." She got up, laughing at how you talked about him. "Then go for it, suck his dick, choose him as your thesis advisor; I'm sure he'd love to have you under his wing." Her tone indicated it was a joke, but it sparked your imagination. He would be a good advisor, and you liked the idea of him praising your work with that pleased, bright look on his face. Alone, you opened the email. Your joy went from extreme to controlled; he could be quite harsh when pointing out the negatives, and sometimes you wondered if he did it just to be difficult. But this time, he found more positives in your writing. He had marked the parts he liked the most and written next to them why he liked them. Your heart warmed, and your stomach filled with happy butterflies. The last comment read, "You give me pleasure in reading something," and you heard it in his voice, deep and drawn-out. You felt yourself grow warm and realized how messed up you were for feeling like this. Your mouth was dry, and in the end, you saw that your grade was the highest, even with the not-so-great notes he had made.

Maybe he didn't dislike you after all. You lingered on the blurry, not much clear photo in his email signature for a while, with a stupid smile of accomplishment on your face. Then you decided to write him a thank-you, and you weren't as brief as you would have liked. The sensation of comfort taking over your body, along with your pleasant but not entirely appropriate thoughts about him causing things in your breathing, made you contemplate what could be done.

You rested your head comfortably, your laptop placed beside you. In a new tab, after opening the audiobook website, you found yourself browsing through the selection that appeared when you searched his name. If his voice was enticing in an inappropriate context, it would be even better alone, wouldn't it? Your chest tightened, knowing that it was wrong, but you weren't going to stop.

You put on your headphones, clicked on the longest one you could find, and relaxed your tense shoulders as the first whispered words filled your head. It was even better; here, you had him all to yourself, complete silence, and his voice echoing, well-recorded and clear as it guided you. He sounded precise, with deep and marked pauses, his typical breathing between phrases, and, with your eyes closed, you could imagine him gesturing and occasionally touching his nose or mouth as he spoke. Just like the gentle adjustment of the necklace and shirt that made his chest more visible and room for more of your thoughts to be explored.  In fact, that necklace coming off his soft skin on top of you in sweat would be something so pleasant.

You felt weak but in a relaxed way; it was good, pushing the voice that haunted your thoughts about him into the background. Delicately, as if any abrupt movement might break the spell, you reached for your box under the bed. The small, pink object came to life in your hand, your throat already dry and his narration causing your head to tilt slightly to the side, as if he were caressing your face. You let yourself be completely carried away as you pressed it against yourself.

You swallowed hard, leaving it there for a while, immersed in how Mr. Turner seemed to be speaking to you. Everything was slow, every syllable that came from his rosy lips was cherished. You wanted so much for it to be him there, touching you and whispering while guiding you. You were sure he would say things like, "That's it, you're taking me so well, doll," or "Look at how good you are, you're such a good girl for me." And as cliché as it might sound, you had no doubt that he would make it sound like something the gods themselves would envy.

You pulled the thin fabric aside, pushing the vibrator inside you. Your legs trembled a bit, but as expected, the small object slid in just right. Your lips parted in a satisfied sigh, whispering his last name as you closed your legs slowly and felt the tingling sensation intensify. His name never felt so delicious and engaging as your tongue rolled out to the sound and went through your lips so vividly. Your head throbbed, and you could already see him sitting at his desk in front of yours, guiding you, telling you what to do and say, teaching you tricks to make it even better (you knew you weren't very skilled).

You got louder, whimpering because you wanted your thoughts to become real so badly, and then you saw nothing but white spots in your vision. Your chest heaved, your breathing completely out of sync, and the area beneath you grew wet as you felt too sensitive to continue with the vibrator.

This time, you didn't feel bad; you felt really good, actually. Your body relaxed, his voice still being absorbed by you in a therapeutic way. Then, you imagined lying on his chest, pulling your pillow to your arms, and how he would kiss you solemnly and have his hands in your hair, giving you comforting words until you fell asleep after he had made you feel so wonderful. 

Although you were feeling good now, the following morning would be a bitter testament to how you were digging yourself into a hole with no bottom, and the light wouldn't be there to save you.

…

 Alex received your email, and a pleasant blush crept onto his face along with a warm smile. He could picture you reading what he had written, your hands between your thighs, a happy expression on your face, and all giddy, unable to contain yourself in your chair. He appreciated how much you valued his feedback, but he knew how hardworking and intelligent you were. He wanted to help you realize that you were good on your own, not just because he believed it.

He ran his hand through his hair, feeling hot from the heat. Your notification had arrived on his phone, and being a seasoned university professor, he preferred to wait to access his laptop to read and respond to you properly if needed. He tried to get into the thing that he was used to teaching, but that wasn't entirely the case. While he found it tiresome to teach subjects he liked and found interesting when no one seemed interested, he enjoyed it when you were there for him, you were the exception (the teacher’s pet). The thought made him chuckle and bite his lip. It was tiring, but he liked it, except for all the social interaction that weighed on him.

He had just returned from the market after giving two lectures, and he had exceeded his limit for social interaction. Yet, seeing your email notification on the screen gave him the extra energy he needed for the rest of the day. Just the thought of your quick exchange earlier when he passed by you on the first floor during lunch, even if brief, brought a warmth to his chest. You smiled at him, waved, and whispered a "good day" or "have a good rest of your day, Professor." He always smiled back with a hand in the air, trying to keep his face relaxed, and he actually showed his teeth. He wasn't used to all this sweetness from his students and had never found himself making an effort for it, but with you, it was worth it.

Indeed, no one but you spoke directly to him out of pure, spontaneous will. If others did, he would remain serious, with a furrowed brow, and nod in agreement. He honestly preferred it that way, with no one besides you trying to have a small talk with him. He didn't dislike his students, but he didn't like flattery and dumb questions that could be avoided if they paid attention in class.

His head began to ache, and he noticed the sweat on his body, prickling and making him feel irritated. Stress was about to come back, but he remembered that he needed to read your email. He removed his belt, sliding it off his waist slowly and soon feeling relieved. He felt even better after unbuttoning all the buttons on his shirt and peeling it off. He quickly decided between taking a shower or reading your sweet words first, considering which order would leave him relaxed for longer so he could sleep. He knew that whatever he did, thoughts related to you would still linger in his mind until he fell asleep.

He sat on the bed, pulling the laptop toward him, and although he wasn't in a hurry, he found himself restless until the screen lit up, and he could access his account. Once he did, your simple message didn't fail to soften him. The excessive exclamation points reminded him of how young you were. It was like a letter, with your polite and correct punctuation. He could almost hear your voice as he read your words.

The way you called him "Mr. Turner" never failed to affect him. Others had addressed him this way, but it was different with you. Your eyes sparkled, your smile widened, your pupils got alive, and your pleasant face eagerly awaited for him to look at you and speak to you. He thought he was too old for this, and he certainly was, but he couldn't avoid how you had invaded his soul.

You had no knowledge of what was going on in his head, but he felt like he was corrupting you. He felt dirty for getting so energized by giving you compliments he knew you liked to hear and then patting your back while seeing you happy about it. What the hell was he doing? And he couldn't deny that he found comfort in how beautiful you looked when you were frustrated, your eyes seemed more tired, and your breathing uneven when you were upset about one of his negative comments (sometimes he did it on purpose).

Feeling his own chest grow heavier and his mind getting increasingly lost, he opted for a shower, even though he was aware that idealizing you wouldn't end there. Now without clothes, under the shower, with you like a curse surrounding him, he realized just how messed up he was. He couldn't avoid it anymore, even though he didn't want to. He knew there was no turning back.

The words from your email clung to him as water flowed over his hair and down his shoulders. You had shown how much you appreciated him and knew his work, the care in choosing your words to praise him, and saying that you wanted to get to him in person soon to reinforce how much you had liked his feedback, the way would like to work through them and see you unravel in front of him because he noticed that your courage in emails wasn't the same as in person. He found that so adorable.

His overactive imagination was leading him to cute places related to you, but it was sparking other curiosities in him too, even though it was about how delicate and somewhat innocent he found you (although he would never admit it that way). Soon, he felt heavy, needing relief as the water splashed over him, and he sighed in exasperation at himself. He was being as pathetic as a teenager. Why couldn't he stop?

His breathing grew rigid, catching in his dry throat, and he allowed himself to be carried away by the flow of his fantasies. His hand ran over his abdomen, eyes tightly closed, hoping that this would make him feel less guilty about it. His thumb glided over the sensitive skin, and a soft sigh escaped his lips; he felt sore and swollen despite doing so little. He continued slowly but with precision. He believed that giving you pleasure wasn't such a difficult task; you would appreciate the touch no matter what. Not that it made him want to go easy on you. He felt like he could have his hands around your waist, squeezing your soft flesh with delight while admiring your breasts, giving them gentle bites and generous suckling that would make you gasp for air for extended periods. Your hands would be cradling the nape of his neck, fingers entwined in his tousled hair. He found comfort in this, feeling that he could make you feel the same way.

He also thought that your body would respond well to his. He was convinced that you were addicted to being a good girl, and that was not up for discussion. The way you melted under his compliments, listened to his harsh criticisms, and sought to improve upon them, you would deny any chance of being labeled a bad girl. As more moans escaped his lips, with the strength of his fingers unaltered, he thought about going a little harder on you, not to hurt, but to make you think about begging him to stop. The tears that would stream down the corners of your eyes as you tried to be good for him and take him in you just right. "You're doing so well, babygirl. You’re so good to me." You would open your bright eyes to him, feeling encouraged to continue being what he needed. He would clearly notice and slow down, accommodating his fingers on your clit and making you adjust to him with soft whimpers that made you endure and enjoy it until the end.

He also liked how you would react when he stimulated you to the extreme, your sensitivity and his desire to taste your essence on his tongue. He could say that you were as sweet as his last name sounded when you talked to him in class. He would tease you with his tongue, kissing you as if it were the only time and chance he had to touch you. And you would fight not to close your thighs around him, but as you were a good girl, you would succeed in keeping yourself spread open while he exhausted you a few more times. The thought of you reaching your peak, your eyes closed, and the tears he knew would be there because you did that when you got frustrated with his opinions on your writing, and your mouth slightly open with his name escaping, made him reach his climax. A deep, raspy groan echoed through the bathroom, his head heavy, and his shoulders feeling lighter and more satisfied. He worked his hand until the last drops came out and marked his stomach just before the water could wash it away down the drain.

He felt good, guilty, but his body wasn't saying that. "Fuck," he sighed, not knowing if it was relief or the headache that would come later due to this; it was getting worse to a dimension he hadn't imagined. He would surely ruin you if he continued; it wasn't as enjoyable as he wished.

Still, he got out of the shower and found himself picturing how you would snuggle up to him, your tired body and calm eyes enveloped by his, and how he would love to tell you stories until he saw you fall asleep safe in his arms or listen to you talk about your day. He liked your voice; it made him feel good. At this point, he desired you in all these ways, from the most profane to the most adorable, for your physical and emotional well-being.

You still haunted his dreams, so vividly that he reached out for you in bed. In his imagination, he had lifted you by the waist and placed you sitting on his desk. The remaining students had left, and he could revel in how your hands were trembling and your face was so delicate as you gazed at him. You used to wear knee-high socks with longer boots, and he found it sexy yet cute. He felt like you made things your own, that you gave life to them. And then he found himself pulling at that piece of clothing, your legs spreading apart, and he had to instruct you to stay quiet before someone noticed as his fingers touched between your thighs. He caressed over the damp fabric, nodding his head and waiting for you to do the same, indicating that you understood to stay calm and quiet. The door would be closed, but the glass window could still give you away. You were facing away from it, and if you behaved, everything would go smoothly.

Alex could feel you soaking through his fingers, making them slippery. You sucked on his finger skillfully, being such a great girl, and stayed still without him having to coax you into relaxing as he went deeper. Your sighs were adorable, and he felt himself getting hard. He woke up before he could make you reach your peak and realized that the dream had an effect on him. There, he knew that if given the opportunity, maybe he wouldn't be able to fight against what he wanted to do, purely out of morality.

…

The following week, there was no class with Turner due to some unforeseen circumstances of his. However, he was still around for the week. Being as observant as you were, you passed by the same spot at 12:45 on Friday, gave him a slight wave, and although you had planned to approach him and ask how he was, you didn't. That is, until he called out to you, causing your body to freeze and your heart to race, forcing you to get closer.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, his cheeks flushed and intense. You noticed his restlessness as you got to him; it was cute, not awkward. He held a coffee and had a cigarette between his fingers. He exhaled the smoke in the opposite direction to yours and got rid of it as soon as you arrived by his side.

"Are you good, Professor?" It didn't fail to make him nervous, but he still looked at you without understanding. "I'm sorry, I guess it's not my business; I just thought to ask out of politeness since I haven't seen you this week."

He laughed at how you stumbled over your words, and he didn't blame you; he felt the same way. The fact that he made you feel like your question was inappropriate even made his chest tighten a bit.

"It's okay, I had a routine check-up, but I'm fine," he replied briefly but nodded with a comfortable smile. He could see you swallowing nervously and how your fingers wouldn't stop moving while he had his eyes on you.

"I thought of a book for you, if you don't mind." Your eyes met his, and you seemed excited. "I really like it, and I thought you might like it too."

The idea that he had thought of you made your body tingle, and the rush of blood to your face drowned out the noise around you. You took the coffee from his hands, noticing how he fumbled with opening his bag, and the light touch of your skins made you wish for more—it was warm and soft.

He took out the book, handing it to you, and you nodded with a faint smile. You hugged the cover to yourself, avoiding his gaze for a moment. It felt insane being around him after all the things you did with him in mind. You weren't exactly proud of that. The collar of his striped T-shirt was carelessly folded, and the buttons you loved so much were unbuttoned, revealing his chest briefly. You wished you could fix it for him.

This time, he wore a dark blazer and flare jeans, and he was pleasant to look at. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "I left notes in some parts so that I can know what you think later, if you'll allow me." Then you realized that he was doing this because he knew you needed to do well in his course to get into the master's program; still, you found it cute.

"Oh, yes, I can write to you when I finish, right?" He agreed, knowing that he would be waiting for your email in the coming weeks.

"I'm glad to know you're okay, Mr. Turner," you said awkwardly, your face fervently hot, and thanked him for the book. As you turned around, you felt his hand on your wrist; it wasn't as soft as before, but it was comforting, with the fingertips firmer as he squeezed your skin. Then, your eyes met his with a raised eyebrow.

"I need you to give me back my coffee, pet," he said playfully, and your knees weakened a bit. He felt pleased to be able to contemplate you in his mind.

…

The heat had taken its toll on Alex. He had left his blazer in the car and decided to visit one of the open bars near the campus. His hands rested inside his pockets as he patiently waited for his juice and water, yearning for the moment when he could finally get home and enjoy a cold beer. It was his final class of the afternoon, which meant it was getting quite late, and the students were scattered around. While the bar wasn't overly crowded, he could still recognize a few faces.

As soon as the chilled cup was placed in his hands, he caught sight of you with your back turned. You were wearing your signature knee-high socks and boots, but this time, you had opted for a skirt and a tank top, giving you a more relaxed and comfortable appearance. You looked stunning. With you engaged in conversation with a friend he had glimpsed from a distance, you were all smiles and animated hand gestures, bringing life to the scene.

Realizing he was staring, Alex chided himself and tried to divert his attention back to his juice. Yet, within a few minutes, his gaze involuntarily returned to you. Now, you were alone, engrossed in his book that sat next to you, its pages marked to indicate that you had already begun reading. A smile of satisfaction graced his lips; he had strategically placed notes between the pages for you to discover, hoping you would notice.

You sipped from an orange beverage, and Alex decided not to speculate whether it contained alcohol. However, he knew you weren't intoxicated when you suddenly turned towards him and greeted him with a friendly wave. He felt momentarily caught off guard but managed to offer a warm wave in return, nodding to acknowledge you. Your smile was radiant, and he couldn't help but notice how different you appeared outside the confines of the classroom. He longed for the opportunity to engage with you in a context that wasn't purely academic, but he was well aware that pursuing such a connection might be detrimental to both of you.

You turned back to your previous position, sipping your drink through a straw, while still sneakily stealing glances at him. Alex deliberated whether to linger a bit longer for your sake. The table you occupied was well-lit, offering a refreshing ambiance that was perfect for a summer day. The atmosphere was delightful, and he could easily imagine you enjoying such a setting regularly.

He held his bottle of water, pondering the ethical implications of sitting with you while you were alone. His initial plan was to finish his drink and then leave. But he couldn't bring himself to do that—not for his sake, but for yours. It wouldn't be fair to you. He feared the potential consequences would fall squarely on your shoulders rather than his own.

He shook his head and eventually decided to leave. As you lowered your head into his hands, he waited for a few more minutes, half-expecting you to look his way. But it didn't happen.

Then everything seemed to happen very quickly. He returned to his car, leaving behind the water and even starting the engine before realizing he had left his wallet inside. He hesitated but ultimately turned back, despite his frustration over forgetting his documents.

His wallet was still where he had left it. He retrieved it and then shifted his attention to you, curious and attentive. Your hands were fidgeting with your socks, as if attempting to wipe away sweat. A boy was seated in front of you, but your attention was elsewhere. The guy sported a smile that made Alex uncomfortable on your behalf.

Your discomfort was palpable, yet you seemed powerless to do anything about it. You turned to the side, your head moving away from the boy, and as you gasped for air, the guy's grin widened. Your elbows dropped onto your knees, and your hands moved to pull your hair away from your face. You appeared more sweaty than usual, and you felt increasingly weak.

As you realized your strength was waning, the boy signaled for someone else to assist you. You resisted, but they gently pushed you back into your chair to prevent you from collapsing. They weren't being nice about it.

For Alex, that was the tipping point. He strode over to them and forcefully removed the boy's hand from your arm. "Get away from her," his stern voice reverberated, and you didn't understand what was happening, but you knew you didn't feel well.

The guys attempted to speak over Alex, trying to explain themselves, even though there was no justification for their actions. Their chatter only served to irritate him further. He held onto you, his hand caressing your face, and your eyes were half-closed; you were clearly not in a good state.

After another remark from the boys, Alex glared at the boy with an even more intense hatred. His brow furrowed, and his tone grew sharper. "Just stay away from her; I won't let her be alone with you," he warned, making it clear that they should not attempt such behavior with anyone else either.

The boys exchanged nervous glances and silently agreed to leave, though Alex couldn't have cared less about them at that moment.

"What’re you feeling, pet?" He placed his hands on his knees, lowering himself to your level. You were dazed, your skin tingling, and you weren't sure what to say, or if you could say anything at all. Alex considered asking where you lived and offering to take you home, but he suspected you lived in the vicinity of the campus, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to be seen with you in this state. Taking you to his own home didn't seem like a good idea either, but he did live nearby, and it appeared to be the most reasonable option.

He cupped your face in his hands, close enough to smell your scent once again. You smiled faintly, your eyes still distant but focusing on him. You were conscious, just not in the best condition. "I don't want to stay here; my head is spinning," you mumbled, not entirely sure what was wrong. It could have been due to poor nutrition or dehydration, you thought.

"Look, I'll stay with you ‘til you feel better, alright?" he spoke gently, as if soothing a baby. You nodded, his touch on your cheek making you lean into his warmth. As he thought about reaching out to your forehead with his lips, he realized where he was and quickly pulled back, rising to his feet with you leaning on him for support.

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Alex gently sat you in the passenger seat, and you huddled in front of him, noticeably self-conscious about your attire. He chuckled warmly, pulling his blazer from the back seat. You felt cradled by his presence as he slipped the fabric over your arms and fastened the buttons around your midsection. It resembled a short dress, making you feel more comfortable, and it carried a pleasant scent. Your stomach still tingled, and you were aware that it was because of him and not whatever had happened earlier.

He rested your head against the headrest, his serene eyes guiding you, and he didn't seem regretful about helping you, despite the crease between his brows. Then he fastened your seatbelt and handed you his water bottle. Your vision was blurry, and sudden movements hurt, but he wasn't a saint, and he had a rough view of how you must be feeling. He'd been your age before, although thankfully, in his case, it had been a result of a spontaneous choice.

"I'll wait a bit before starting the car, alright?" he suggested, and you nodded. He gently led the bottle to your lips, encouraging you to drink a substantial portion of it. He wiped your chin and face with the hem of his T-shirt, and you followed his every move, your attention fixated on him. Without the blazer, he looked even better, and you lightly held his wrist. He seemed concerned, but you did it because you wanted to and felt that you could, even though you'd never been this close before. "Thank you, Mr. Turner," you said casually, as if it didn't affect him profoundly.

As he sat down on the driver's side of the car, he closed the tinted windows, feeling safer with that precaution. He still worried about putting you in danger. He waited, knowing that feeling dizzy along with drinking water wouldn't be a good combination, even though he had insisted on it to help your body recover more quickly. He could hear your calm breathing, which put him at ease. You had closed your eyes, your mouth slightly ajar, and he looked at you, allowing himself to be captivated by every detail. He carefully adjusted your hair to prevent it from catching on the seat and strands from being pulled, whispering, "You can sleep; everything’ll be alright, I promise, little one." You found yourself charmed by the pet name, involuntarily smiling, and he made a mental note that you like it. Your arms lightly touched, and with the comforting scent of him surrounding you, you drifted into a light sleep. It was strange to be in such a bad situation with an outcome that neither of you regretted. He kept the radio off until reaching your destination. He’d never drive without music. 

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Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light as you realized you were leaning on him for support. Your forehead was resting on his shoulder, his soft T-shirt against your skin. He was more comforting to touch than your mind had led you to trust. He was kneeling in front of you while you sat on the bed. You no longer felt dizzy, but you were weak, with not all your senses fully present. Alex's hands delicately removed your earrings and necklaces, and it was nice to have him so close, a bit surreal. You almost believed you could be a doll with how he was treating you. He moved back, laying you down on his bed, and he smiled at you as a way to reassure you that everything was okay. You grabbed his arm, afraid he would leave. Alex quickly shook his head. "Hey, little one, I'm not going anywhere. I just need to get some water for you and something to dry your face." He sounded caring, making you want to cry because you knew this was wrong. But why did it feel so right?

"Promise?" You asked, not into the idea of falling into a deep sleep and when you wake up he wouldn't be there to call you little one anymore. He nodded, extending his pinky finger to seal the promise. The silence without him wasn't comforting; you felt like there were monsters under the bed. Still out of mind about time and space, you realized you were in his room, which made you feel even more fragile. The room had a light blue color, seemed well-lit during the day, had books scattered in an organized manner, and two guitars hanging on the wall. That made you put your hand over your mouth as you imagined how his fingers would behave playing those strings. You wanted to hug him, to let the scent and the soft chest lull you to sleep again. Your head was noisy, and you didn't like it.

When he returned, he moved in slow motion to you. He wiped your face and neck with a damp cloth, and you wondered why he was alone. He was a good man; you had thought about that before. Alex wouldn't sleep next to you, but he would stay with you as long as you needed him. He sat with his back against the headboard, looking at you for a moment. It was too late; this was no longer just a casual situation. You'd have to talk about it; you had formed a bond. Although you were scared, Alex liked it.

You asked him to lie down, and he complied. You were side by side, facing each other. Your eyelids struggled to close, but first they followed your fingers as they roamed his face. You traced the gentle lines at the corner of his eye, then the bridge of his nose. He was handsome. Sometimes you wanted to forget that he was older than you, even though you liked him that way. Your hand then touched his rough stubble, and he smiled when he saw you smiling at him. It was like a dream, like you had imagined and even better.

In an abrupt and unquestionably unplanned proceed, your hand hooked onto the collar of his T-shirt, pulling yourself closer. It was a light pull, and in the blink of an eye, your lips were on his, tender and airless. They lingered there, just touching, feeling each other's warmth and the mixing of breaths. Your hand pressed against his chest and held him to yourself, like he could heal you. You moved your lips with his slowly, warmly, and precisely, enjoying in a comfortable sigh every second of it, until he broke into a sigh of reality. He couldn't be doing this, not with you like this. Not wanting to startle you, he sealed your cheeks and nose a few countless times before planting small forehead kisses when he needed to refuse your touch. He felt guilty, but he wouldn't deny that it had been good, way better than he had fantasized. There were no words, and none were needed; both of you were aware of it. Although he thought you might not be as much, he feared you might not even remember this when you woke up.

Alex held your palm against his chest until you fell asleep. Then he got up, covered your body with a warm sheet, and left you there. Unable to restrain himself from touching your face before and stroking your hair. The next day, you would wake up, wondering if it had been a vivid dream or not. But his room would leave no doubts, with the guitars, the well-lit atmosphere, and his blazer still carrying his scent on you. You didn't know how you were going to talk to him after that, you thought about how he must think of you as a kid who doesn't know how to be in the real world. This time, however, you noticed a photo on the bedside table. He was hugging a woman while kissing her forehead. She had a neatly cut fringe and an angelic face; she was very pretty, and it made you feel insecure. She was around his age. You were wrong to be there, and then you got that the bed you were on was a double bed. You wanted to run away even though your head was pounding. Professor Turner might act like a good man, but he was still a man. Above all, you tried to think well of him; perhaps it was a divorce, right? You would have noticed the ring on his finger if he were married. He wouldn't take off the ring, would he? But why was that photo still there? You quickly got up, failing to remain composed when you saw that he had left a note and some money in case you needed to call an Uber. You couldn't just read it right away. You wanted to believe he was good, but it hurt. You felt used even though you hadn't done anything. Yet, you still felt like you wanted him around more often because you felt good with him. In the middle of class, Alex struggled with impatience, hoping you wouldn't leave without taking the note and the snack he had left for you, so you would have his number and be safe. But it didn't happen, at least not when he expected it to. 

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Hi hi! I saw your requests were open so I had an idea for some Twst boys well Floyd, Jamil, Rook, and Vil, weird group I know but they're my faves

So I've been dealing with burnout recently with school and I can imagine MC being a lot worse with Crowley and all- How would the boys react if one day MC just- passed out, like just randomly with out prompting. So maybe some comfort fluff?

Take your time you're amazing!

(thank you for your patience boo. I know this has been in my inbox for a while. I hope your burnout is better, and if not I hope this provides a little levity)

Part Two Part Three

He's been so boooooooored lately. Shrimpy, why ya gotta spend all that time working for Crowley? You should be hanging out with him! But that's just kind of your way, and he knows he can't really stop you. So he mopes around the lounge while you're off doing who knows what.

When you stop by the Monstro Lounge, he is so fucking excited! It's the most alive he's seemed in weeks! But when you apologetically tell him that you're here to discuss food at the upcoming festival that Crowley has "graciously" allowed you to plan and manage with Azul, he gets pouty and storms off. 

He walks into the VIP room to apologize to you just in time to see you collapse. He immediately is scooping you up, not even processing what Azul is trying to tell him.

He takes you to his room, clears the clutter off his bed, decides it's not clean enough for, then lays you on Jade's bed. He grabs his fluffiest blanket, and wraps you up in it. He doesn't want to leave your side,  so he texts Jade to bring you a glass of water, and a mug of tea.

When he wakes up, he makes you drink both. He's a little intimidating about it,  but it's just because he's worried and wants to make sure you feel better fast. 

When you've drunk all that, he asks what happened. You tell him you've been so busy running around for this event, that you have had little time to take care of yourself, and your brain kind of shut itself off for a minute. He acts oddly calm during the explanation, then flops on top of you.

"I'm staying right here until you get some sleep, Shrimpy."

Once he's certain you are resting, he and Jade take a little trip to see a certain crow.

When you wake up, Floyd excitedly tells you that him and Jade are now your partners on the project! Yay! Floyd ends up doing a lot of the work, even without any prompting. It's a win win for him. You can take time to recover, and he has an excuse to be around you.

For some reason, when the event is over….your workload from Crowley is significantly smaller. How about that?

Jamil knew this school was run stupidly and inneficiently. But when Crowley makes you, a student, fill in for a teacher who is on his honeymoon, as a professor, that's when he's lost all faith in NRC.

He offers to help you immediately, but you insist that you can handle it. He tries to argue with you on it, but you tell him that he already has too much to do, and you'd hate yourself if he added your workload to his. He begrudgingly lets you alone about it for now. He doesn't want to distress you.

You're grading papers in the Scarabia kitchen when you pass out mid sentence. He's calm under pressure, so he sighs, and carries you to the lounge laying you on one of the lavish sofas the Asim family provided. (He guesses they are good for something)

Kalim chooses that moment to walk into the room, and immediately panics. Jamil let's him know things are under control, then sends him to get a cold cloth. When he returns he places that on your forehead, and waits.

The second your eyes are open, he initiates snake whisper. He asks how long you've been awake, and you tell him the truth. You haven't slept in 30 hours, due to grading the 100+ midterm papers that needed to be finished by the end of the week. You hadn't eaten in 12 hours, and at some point every paper was looking the same 

Once he gets his information, he tells you he will be finishing the grading, and that after this you will not be helping Crowley until HE tells you it's a reasonable workload. Does he feel bad for hypnotizing you? Yes. Does he think this is the only way to make your brain take a break? Also Yes.

Once he releases you from the spell, he tells you you passed out, and that he's going to be taking care of you for a couple days. He sleeps on the floor while you take his bed. He stays up late and finishes the papers. He cooks you foods full of proteins to get your energy back up. He gives you warm milk with honey and cinnamon to help you sleep. 

He tells Crowley that he hypnotized you, and you will no longer be doing what he says without Jamil screening the workload. Bird man pouts about having to actually do his job instead of dumping everything on you, but your workload becomes much more reasonable after that.

Vil would have to be very busy to not notice his sweet potato is not getting the rest they need. 

That said, he'd had to take two weeks off school after his new fashion line had had some major set backs. While he was gone, Crowley had swooped in with the paperwork Vil usually did, added the paperwork he was supposed to be doing, and you'd fallen out of the self care routine that Vil had worked so hard to make a habit for you. 

When he'd come back, he was working on his make up homework, while you were working on what he was horrified to find out late was his paperwork. He notices the bags under your eyes, and the way you rub them every couple minutes as though your vision is blurry, but he doesn't want to ruin what is the first moment he's had with you in two weeks. And it's so peaceful, the two of you quietly working in the same room. He's getting distracted by thinking about a future like this, when he feels you slump against him.

At first he thinks it's a bid for affection, which he is more than happy to give, but when you aren't responsive, he gets worried. He pulls out some smelling salts from his drawer (cause of course he has those) and once the smell brings you back to him, he runs his fingers along your scalp and asks what's been going on.

Once you tell him, he scowls, and walks into the bathroom for a moment. When he comes back, he tells you he's drawn you a bath. When you go into the bathroom, you see it's not only a bath, but a Bubble bath, where the bubble changed color and floated, and then popped in a shower of glitter.

Once you're in the bath, he puts a facemask on you, turns on some soothing music, and dims the lights. He assured you he will be back and leaves the bathroom. He stations Rook outside the bathroom door, because he knows he will hear it if something is wrong, then goes to yell at Crowley. (He's mortified when he finds out half of it was his paperwork)

He comes back to his room, and Rook tells him he can tell by your breathing that you are peacefully snoozing in the bath. Vil re-enters as Rook leaves, and wakes you up. He helps you finish cleaning up, then lets you borrow his softest pajamas. He makes you a smoothie, then holds you close, running his fingers through your hair, and pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head, until you drift off. He's taking you with him on his next business trip.

Like Vil, there would have to be extreme circumstances for Rook to not have stopped you before the point of collapse. (In fact, we're going to work with that idea)

All the janitors had gone on strike. (Surprise) Luckily for Crowley, he had a perfect non magical student who would be so generous to fill in since their food, board, and classes were all free.

It was a job for multiple magic users, not ONE magicless student. You made it halfway through the day, before Rook gave up just stalking you, and decided to discuss how shaky your muscles had gotten and how you hadn't taken a lunch break yet.

He seductively backs you against a chair to trick you into sitting down for a moment, and then gracefully sits in your lap…and refuses to get up. His petit lapin will not work themselves to exhaustion. That wouldn't be very beautiful.

He texts Epel to bring you both lunch. You think once you eat, he will let you continue cleaning, despite how sore your body is. You are so silly! It's adorable that you would think that! He giggles then kisses your forehead. And that's when it fully hits you how trapped you are.

He carries you off to his room, and makes you lay down while he massages your tired muscles. You get lulled into complacency while he does so. He thinks it's adorable how safe you feel near a hunter such as himself.

Once your body is fully restored, you both pay a visit to Crowley, where Rook's eyes go dark, despite his ever present smile, and he tells him in no uncertain terms that you will not be a janitor, and that if your finances were truly an issue, he could take it up with Rook.

While Crowley would normally jump on any opportunity for money like that, Rook's eyes have a silent warning in them. Not that you notice. You're just enamored with your boyfriend acting as your knight in shining armor. Just the way he likes it.

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[reidbae]

DAY 8: Shattered — rough sex w/dom!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: You needed some quick relief from your profiling professor, who gives it to you: In the roughest way possible.

pairing: dom!prof!spencer reid x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: teacher x student relationship, AFAB!reader, choking, hair pulling, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, use of pet names (doll, baby, honey, sweetheart), public sex but not rlly, general rough sex, fic is veryyy to the point so be warned LOL

wc: 1.2k

"Wait, Spencer, fuck," you muttered under your breath, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you felt his cock push deep inside of you.

You had used your break at school to go see your professor, who also happened to be your boyfriend.

Your very rough boyfriend.

Your body had been begging for him from the second that you had his class that morning, and you knew you wouldn't be able to get through the day without him fucking that need out of you at least once.

What you didn't expect was for him to be so mean about it.

You were bent over his desk, with Spencer positioned behind you. You were now on your second round, because, it would seem, one wasn't enough for Spencer. You felt his cock push into your sensitive cunt before you'd had even a second to cool down from your first high.

Thus, provoking that response.

"I can't," you whispered in a small, pained voice, your cheeks flaring up with heat at the feeling.

Spencer didn't seem to care about your whines of concern, and only moved himself deeper inside of you, causing you to moan out with a mix of pain and pleasure, and him to chuckle.

"You can't what, sweetheart? Handle it?" Spencer teased you, allowing a hand to close around your throat and squeeze down as he spoke to you. "Weren't you just begging for me to fuck you?"

"Well—Um, I- That's—" you fumbled with your words; But the both of you knew it was impossible for much to coherently leave your mouth at the moment.

"Exactly," Spencer cut you off in a hoarse voice. "I'm only giving you what you asked me for. Now, why don't you be a good girl, shut up, and take it?" he said cruelly, before going right back to pounding into you.

He moved his hand away from your throat as you took him from behind, his hands settling themselves onto your ass and squeezing down. It was all you could do to keep your mouth shut as he did so.

Seeming to be thinking the same thing you were, Spencer moved one of his hands away from your bottom and put it over your mouth, making sure not even one sound could escape your lips. "Keep it down, honey. I'm the only one who gets to hear those pretty moans," he teased.

Your whine in response to that was muffled by his large hand over your mouth, and, like he'd said, all you really could do was sit there and take it.

It wasn't long before pain fluxed back into pleasure, and your whimpers of pain dissolved into lewd moans once more. Spencer only chuckled, but wouldn't remove his hand from your mouth even once.

"That's it, doll. Feels good now, huh?" Spencer said in a raspy voice. You nodded eagerly, moaning into his hand.

You weren't sure what made you do it, but you had a tiny urge to rebel a bit, just to see what Spencer would do. You lifted a weak hand to the one that was covering your mouth, and tried to move his hand away so you could speak.

Spencer's grip was firm, though, and he didn't allow that to happen. "And what is it you think you're doing, sweetheart?" he asked in a rough voice.

You moved your head back as a way to get away from his hand, and this time, succeeded. "Please, Spencer. Please let me talk," you whined out in a bratty, almost snappy voice.

You didn't have to look to know that Spencer wasn't a fan of that.

For a second, you figured he would give it up and let you do what you wanted to do. But when the feeling of soft fabric tying your hands behind your back hit your skin, you knew that that was far from what was going to happen.

You looked back to see what he'd done: Spencer had used the tie he was wearing to hold back your hands, leaving him only in a white unbuttoned work shirt. One of his hands raked through your hair, pulling just a bit to keep you down, and the other went back to your mouth.

"If I tell you to shut up and take it, that's what you do," Spencer said, like it was the easiest thing to humanly comprehend. "Do you understand me?"

You didn't have it in you anymore to deny him; You only nodded your head quickly in response. Spencer chuckled for a second, moving one of his hands down to your throat again. "Attagirl."

After a while, when Spencer began to feel you coming in on your second high, he pulled you into his chest, so that your back was flush against him.

The hand that was disallowing you to speak moved down to rub rough, fast circles on your clit, causing you to moan out with pleasure.

Your expression was nothing short of pornographic as you whispered, "God, Spencer," in a broken voice. "More. Please."

Spencer smirked at you and obliged, doing all that he could to get you to your climax. His free hand cupped your breast, fondling it at the same pace as his other hand did your clit, and attacking your neck with kisses.

Spencer's lips left hickeys wherever they touched as he bit, kissed, and sucked your neck, like he'd die if he didn't. "How's that for you, honey?" he whispered in between kisses.

All you could do was nod in response to that. "Good. So good," you murmured. You tilted your head back to kiss him, your lips meeting each other with frenzied passion. You shamelessly allowed your tongue to explore his mouth, the both of you moaning into it.

Spencer's hands only moved quicker on your clit as his cock pounded into you, desperate to get you to your high. "God, you look so pretty like this," Spencer whispered as he kissed your neck. "My pretty slut, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You nodded, looking at him with a lewd expression. "Y- Yes," you could barely stutter out. "I'm yours."

"That's a good girl," he responded as he pressed his lips to yours again, clearly amused by how needy you were being for him.

Your brain was far too muddled with pleasure to process his teasing tone of voice.

"Spencer," you moaned, covering your mouth with your hand, just as Spencer had done to you earlier. "I- I'm gonna—Fuck," you moaned into his ear.

Spencer only smirked at your shattered tone of voice, chuckling and moving your hand away from your mouth, wanting to hear you this time. "Go ahead, honey. Let it out."

That was all you needed.

A broken whine of Spencer's name fell from your lips as waves of pleasure crashed all over your body, with Spencer moving into you at a speed that could only be described as criminal. His hand rubbing you while he helped you reach your high, too, was almost too much for you to handle.

Almost.

Spencer's actions mimicked yours as he moaned your name into your neck, squeezing your waist forcefully as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

As you both panted, coming down from your climaxes, Spencer pressed a few gentle kisses to your face, a stark contrast to the rough manner he had been handling you in before. "Did I give you what you wanted, baby?" he asked in a soft voice.

You nodded, smiling back at him, and running your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, and then some."

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[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Just For Research

Pairing: Professor! Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader.

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Warnings: Smut, Intercourse (P in ?), Virginity Loss, Teacher x Student relationship, Age Gap, Virgin! Reader.

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 652.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 7.

A/N:

Woke up in the middle of the night and decided to just write this. Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread. I'm just really trying to make sure everything is written before October arrives so the quality is some fics might be lacking a little, this might be one of them. This is probably my shortest fic so far. Oh well.I also have completely forgotten what it was like in college. I did about 3 months of Combined Science in the UK before I dropped out for an apprenticeship instead and I don't remember anything about those 3 months. So this could be all completely wrong but tbh I really don't care.I tried really hard to keep it GN, which is getting harder and harder for me due to the lack of gender neutral terms in the English language but I'll keep managing.Hope you enjoy, I've been eager to write something for Rick for ages now.

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Thoughts were swarming your head, making it almost impossible to think about what was currently happening.

'How did this happen?' You thought, 'This couldn't of been an accident, but how then did it happen?'

You let out a torn scream, but Rick was fast to cover your mouth and silence it.

"Shut up little Whore, or the whole building will hear you." He huffed.

Just a second ago you and Rick was discussing your college assignment. Your assignment was to write an essay about the human and animal pheromones that tell them to breed and compare the two. Something fairly basic for a Combined Science class and as the class's top student, Rick expected this assignment to be a breeze for you.

But he had been wrong. For a top student with a bright future in Science, you had no idea about pheromones. Especially the sexual kind. It was the one thing you hadn't studied yourself in your own time nor had you experienced it.

You had come to Rick after class to hopefully explain the subject better for you or give you good resources to look up but once Rick found out you was a virgin, what you got instead was a private lessons on pheromones that included an experimental or practical that would give you the experience.

So now you were bent over his desk taking all of him like the good little one you was.

"Please..." You whimpered, tired and stretched out to the max. It had only been a few minutes but this was completely new to a virgin.

"Please what, Whore?" Rick glared down at you, still thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly pace.

Rick didn't think this was exactly the best way to show someone who had never experienced sexual feelings what they were like, but to be honest, he didn't care. He was just looking for a reason to fuck you. His prettiest most innocent and intelligent little Princess/Prince who always sat in the front row, listening to him with wide ears.

But this had been a good lesson for you. Your sexual desire and need for Professor Sanchez now more than alive, it was insatiable.

"Please more Sir!" You cried.

Rick was a little shocked, but more than happy to oblige. And quickly increased his speed, you looked down and moaned into the once clean desk.

"Yeah? You like this cock? You want more of it, my little cocksleeve?" Rick groaned into your ears.

"Yes!" You nodded eagerly.

Obviously, you came first. You did so with a scream and giant smile. Rick came not too long after you onto your back, with just a few loud grunt.

You was pretty confident now you was gonna Ace this assignment.

[astolfofo]

I lowkey kinda feel like writing smth for dr ratio but take this idea for now:

Revisited the 36 questions musical (music in it is so banger my god). Imagine you're one of dr. ratio's old classmates. An academic rival if you will. You part ways with him after high school. You could not imagine going to a university with him. You pity the poor students that do.

But he does come back into your life. You've seen him occasionally at your job. YOu do your best to ignore him, treat him like you would with any other colleague that you might have known. At an arm's length. You're not friends with any of them. You certainty would not treat him with more kindness than you would with any other person. Suffice to say, although petty, you had never gotten over how he was just always just barely a mark or two above you.

That was until you realized that the distance between you two was so great, that he was now your boss. You found out he was a professor in a university through the grapevine of your coworkers who can't stop swooning over him. You tried to ignore them, focus on your work, but today, they were loudly announcing that he was going to be the manager of your department. Strange, you think to yourself. He had never seemed to have an interest in your line of work. He had always been highly theoretical. You had turn to be highly practical. He was one meant for the sciences, while you could only surmount to doing practical application. You'd have imagined he would be doing things that were beyond what the mundane could comprehend. He shouldn't be here.

But he was.

WHILE being a professor at one of the top universities. Countless accomplishments, probably a wall full of certificates and awards. You had grown not to care about things like that. But it still felt that he was invading the one thing you were good at. Still though, you wouldn't let it bother you. In the worst case, you'd switch companies, maybe move somewhere else and he wouldn't be a problem anymore.

But Dr. Ratio seems to have different ideas. Management under his hand was very different. You were immidieately promoted to the highest rank, below manager. Much to your distaste, you had told him multiple times to promote one of your coworkers. They had much better qualifications for becoming a manager than you did. But alas, your protests always came to deaf ears.

Suddenly you were crushed by work, tons of pressure, and under his scrutiny. He was a big fan of doing big, risky projects. Ones that you'd always be responsible for if you failed. You'd try to politely deny his requests, but he'd insist, threatening that you'd be fired if you didn't pull through.

At one point you had just had enough.

You coldly place your resignation onto his desk. The box of your belongings was balanced between your hand and your knees.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"My resignation. I'm leaving." You say simply. "Don't try to convince me to stay. Working under you is simply not something I am suited for."

He seems uninterested. He raises an eyebrow at you. "Is that so? I was under the impression that you were doing quite well."

You didn't know whether you wanted to laugh or scream in that second. You were sure your hair was going to turn half-white before he picked up a goddamn clue. You suppose passing out three times and looking like you had your eyes punched wasn't a strong enough indicator.

"Ah... well... I'm flattered you think that way, but I really think it's time for me to move on...."

"And your plan after this is...?"

"Oh. Maybe work at someplace else." You lie, "I have a few options I can choose from, I'll probably end up working at one of those."

Dr. Ratio looks at your face, and then looks up and down. You stand there akwardly waiting for his approval to leave. You began counting down seconds. If he wasn't going to let you leave in the next two minutes, you'd walk out the door yourself.

"Why don't we sit down and talk first? Before you leave."

What? "Oh no sir.. it's fine... really..."

"It's been a few years since we've last seen each other and talked, hasn't it? I was wondering when you were going to approach me again. It's just a shame it's in this way."

He turns around and puts the sheet of paper into the shredder. You look back at him wide-eyed, debating on whether you would just walk straight out.

"Why don't you set your things aside? Maybe put them back on your desk? It's not like you'll be leaving soon. Unless you want to retire now?"

You open your mouth preparing to yell every curse word you can at him.

"Save your insults for later. Now tell me why you pretended not to recognize me for the past year I've worked here."

[madman479r]

Jaune was heading back to his dorm room after a session at the gym following Nora's workout routine (Seeing as he was still standing was proof that he was improving) when he heard two familiar voices.

From the sound of it, it seemed like they were in some sort of argument.

"I'm telling you, Blake's is just better."

"Coming from someone with simple taste, I'd rather not take your word."

"Simple?!"

Jaune rounded the corner and saw that it was Sun and Neptune who were arguing. "Sun? Neptune? What's going on? Why are you arguing?" He asked.

The two other students turned to see Jaune. "Jaune, buddy, we were just looking for you!" Neptune said, his mood taking a 180 degree turn.

Sun, still with a narrowed and determined look on his face, continued. "Yeah, settle this debate for us."

Jaune was unsure but couldn't help himself. He liked hearing good debates about certain topics after all. "Okay. Hit me." Jaune said. Maybe this was about some book or movie. But then again Blake's name was mentioned so that kind of narrowed down the list of possible discus-

"Between Blake and Weiss, who do you think has the better butt." Sun bluntly asked.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jaune stared at the two Haven students, wondering if he heard right. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Which girl has the better ass?" Neptune repeated. "Weiss' lean, toned behind, or Blake's overly large-"

"Hey!" Sun cut in. "That's not cool!"

Jaune silently agreed with Sun, appreciating that his fellow blonde was defending his friends' dignit-

"Your putting words in his head to sway his decision!" Sun accused, putting his finger close to Neptune's face.

Scratch that, Sun was just as bad.

Sun pushed on. "Besides, Weiss is just too small."

Neptune was quick to rebuke. "But Blake's is too big. Those type of butts jiggle at just a gust of wind. It reminds me of those rubber things with thin gel inside."

"Bigger is better. I'd prefer an ass with some meat on it. It's got its own name for crying out loud! The Bellabooty is superior."

"But age will ruin it, it'll become saggy. A butt like Weiss' basically stays the same. And it shows she actually takes care of herself with a good workout."

Jaune shook his head as Sun and Neptune continued to argue. This was getting ridiculous and he didn't want any part of it. He was about to say so until...

"Gentleman." A stern voice cut in, making all three men freeze in fear. Sun and Neptune looked at Jaune, or rather behind him. Jaune himself slowly turned around and came face to face with an unamused Glynda Goodwitch.

"I understand your at an age in which your hormones can sometimes get the better of you and that you can't help but notice those of the opposite sex, so I will let you off with a warning. But should I catch you talking about your fellow students in such a degrading manner, I will not be so lenient. " She warned, her glare sending shivers down all their spines.

Professor Goodwitch then focused on Jaune. "Mr. Arc, my office." She ordered shortly.

Jaune sputtered. "Bu-but I wasn’t-!" He tried to protest.

Only to stop Immediately at the combat instructor's narrowed gaze. "That wasn't a request, Mr. Arc." She then turned and headed for her class room.

Jaune stood rooted while Sun empathetically patted his shoulder. "Tough break, pal."

"Yeah. sorry, dude." Neptune added.

Jaune gave the pair a small glare, showing the apology wasn't accepted.

"Mr. Arc! I won't be kept waiting!" Goodwitch's voice made Jaune hurriedly follow along.

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Glynda strode into her glass room and stood by her desk, her back towards Jaune, who entered after Glynda. He was quick to defend himself. "Professor, I wasn't a part of that. I was about to tell them to stop but you-."

"I'm well aware of that, Mr. Arc. I heard it all." Miss Goodwitch stated, her back still facing Jaune.

Jaune grew confused. "So why was I-."

"Simple, Jaune." Glynda said and lifted up her skirt.

Jaune's throat became instantly dry as he stared at his girlfriend's bare ass.

"I wanted to remind you that my behind is much better than Miss Schnee and Miss Belladonna's." Glynda's voice changed from stern to sultry and low.

Jaune looked at the meaty behind, mesmerised. It was like seeing the sun rise. You can see it a thousand times and never get bored of it. (And you'd dread never seeing it again.) He stepped close to Glynda as if in a hypnotic trance and unconsciously raised an open hand.

'SMACK!!!'

Glynda's eyes widened at the stinging sensation on her ass before closing her eyes and moaning in pleasure as the offending hand began to gently massage and squeeze it. She then gave a small giggle as she felt a finger slip under her panties and rub her puckered asshole, but that giggle turned into a gasp as the digit it lightly pushed against her hole, as if testing the tightness.

"Honestly, Jaune. Ever since you convinced me to try anal sex, I have a hard time deciding if I want to feel you in my pussy and filling up my womb or have you in my ass and painting my guts white." Glynda breathed over her shoulder.

"I think teaching you dirty talk is the best thing I've done." Jaune whispered into her ear, earning another shiver from Glynda. "And it doesn't really need to be said. But your ass if way better."

The pair shared one more look of love and lust before pressing their lips together.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my parents to pay my tuition for the semester, lying about how I lost my scholarship, and then planning on lying to my dad regarding his requirements in exchange for him paying the tuition?

My (20X) college has a scholarship for offspring of faculty members, and I was lucky enough to have my application accepted by the college that my dad (53M) works at. This means that I get a full ride scholarship; if I graduate within 4 years, I won't have to pay a single penny to my college (books and supplies not included, of course).

Unfortunately, the scholarship does have two requirements; I need to have taken at least a certain amount of credits semester before (not a ridiculous number), and for that semester, I need to have gotten over a 2.0/4.3 GPA. Easy enough, right? Who can't get a GPA over 2.0?

Well. I suffered a mental health downfall the past semester and I ended up failing half my classes. I was unable to sit my finals. I know this wasn't smart of me, and I think I should've done something about my academic situation other than just wait for the semester to be over, but I had quit a semester due to my mental health decline previously and I didn't want a repeat of that. In any case, I got a GPA of about 1.6. I'm not on probation but I did receive a warning.

Fortunately, this doesn't mean I lost my scholarship for good. I just need to fulfill those requirements in the upcoming semester and I get it back.

I realized I did need to pay my tuition this semester two days before tuition fee acceptance closes and I debated telling only one of my parents. My mom wants me to finish college no matter what, and my dad has told me that he does not care anymore as long as I don't stress him out. He's also told me he no longer has any expectations for me whatsoever. I did also consider talking about it with my brother and borrowing money from him to put together the tuition fee.

I figured I'd bite the bullet and just told my dad, who I know has been stressed about my future and how badly I'm doing in college. I just casually dropped it as I was making breakfast for myself and then we had a lengthy conversation that my mother (51F) joined when she got back home.

I don't remember much of the conversation (I may have memory problems) but the AITA mentioned part is that I lied to my parents and told them I did sit all my finals and try my best. I didn't. I tried that for mid term exams but I had nothing to write, so for finals I didn't sit them at all. This happened with three of the classes I was taking. I just didn't take my finals. My dad was suspicious of my claim; he said that as a professor himself he wouldn't fail students who at least submitted homework and sat their exams to write anything at all, but I maintained that I tried.

The conclusion was that my dad would be willing to pay my tuition if I got my shit together and also deleted my social media, which he thinks is a drain on my time and energy. He's not wrong. I deleted my Twitter accounts immediately afterwards (which my parents don't know about) because I've been thinking about it, but I can't really bring myself to get rid of Discord, where so many of my friends are. People I've met while studying internationally, long-term friends who moved to other countries; Discord is the only way to contact these people.

This is the AITA part; if my dad follows up on that particular requirement to check if I deleted Discord, which he particularly dislikes (he has previously confiscated the electronics I bought with my own money that I earned, after he saw me on muted call at night with some friends), I plan on deleting the app/program on my devices but using it anyway as a website. This would be a betrayal of my dad's trust in me, but there's no love lost between us anyway. He's already told me he doesn't love me unconditionally. (Yes, I'm his biological child and he did raise me.)

I also feel like an asshole because I could've settled this with the help of my brother; I'd pick up a job during the winter break to pay him back, but it would have been done eventually. Or I could've just gone to my mom. She works her own job, and we could've figured it out together without telling my dad. I told my dad anyway, wanting him to pay the tuition, even though I knew that talking about having to spend money on his kids stresses him out deeply.

My mom also told my dad to go to therapy (in detail, so I know it wasn't just something she said as a throwaway thing) during the conversation. It did get heated. I don't disagree, but I don't know if that'd be okay; mental health is stigmatized where I am, and my dad as a grown adult man and a respected professor if seen going to therapy could have his reputation kind of effected. It wouldn't have happened if I just brought up this whole situation quietly up to my mom, or just my brother.

So I lost my scholarship, I lied to my parents about the technicalities of how that happened, and I'm asking for some amount of money from my parents but also planning on lying to them in regards to the terms they set out. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[writing-in-the-impala]

Secret Smokes

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: Just over 1k

A/N:

This story takes place in a AU where Harry's parents are still alive so Remus Lupin still has all his friends and there is no war however that doesn't make him any less angsty. Everything else is pretty much the same as the canon universe! Enjoy!

MASTERLIST  | SERIES MASTER LIST | Part 1, Next Chapter

The wizarding world and the muggle world have always felt like two completely different worlds, maybe that's why Witches and Wizards who are muggle-born become outcasts. It's hard adjusting to a school but adjusting to a whole world at 11 is even harder. Even in your last year of Hogwarts you still didn't feel like you belonged, each summer going back to the muggle life that you have always known, working a summer job at a coffee shop and hanging out with muggles rather than wizards. You had friends in Hogwarts of course, some closer than others and even though it helped you feel more at home you knew that after Hogwarts you'd end up working a muggle job.

Maybe that's why entering your last year at Hogwarts didn't seem as intimidating because at the end of the day it didn't really matter what results you got in your N.E.W.T.S. Still in its own way you knew you'll miss the castle and the life you've lived in it. So your final train ride to Hogwarts felt a bit bittersweet. One thing didn't change, once again a new Defence against the dark arts teacher got introduced, this time one called Remus Lupin. He looked a lot kinder and nicer than the last one.

Your first week went by extremely quickly, quidditch practice hadn't started yet so you had more time to just hang out with your friends. All your lessons were easy so far as everyone was settling to being back. The new profesor was quickly becoming everyone's favourite due to his friendly nature, he seemed to befriend every student something no other profesor really did. You didn't really get to interact with him too much one-to-one during lessons as whenever he had free time the girls with a crush on him would jump onto the opportunity. You didn't really care about DADA as you wouldn't need it in the muggle world but you did understand why everyone was developing a crush, you had your own brewing for him.

It didn't take long for you to get home sick, homesick for the muggle world. Nothing really felt right to you, not even the food it just never tasted as good as what your mother would make, you missed your parents terribly it was a lot harder sending them owls than sending owls to wizard families, they didn't really grasp the concept. The twins could see that you were getting down again, they knew this happened every year after summer, and they've always tried to help lift your spirit. "Y/N we were thinking it was a good time to plan the first prank of the year what do you say?" Fred said. "Y/N is in her last year, she can't be participating in your silly games." Percy answered for you. "Who invited him?" George snapped back.

"Percy might be right I can't get in as much trouble as I did last year I don't want to get suspended, I'm on thin ice with old Minnie after the last prank we pulled before summer." You admitted, maybe you didn't care about your exam results but you didn't want to get suspended. The debate continued and you ended up agreeing to planning a prank that you may or may not help with. After dinner you decided to take a quick detour to the covered bridge, at the end of your fifth year you discovered it was empty in the evenings as it didn't lead to anywhere people would go at that time of night, it instantly became somewhere you would go for peace, and once you discovered smoking, it also got added to the list of secret smoking spots.

When you approached the middle of the bridge you saw a figure standing smoking a cigarette, you felt a bit gutted someone was using your spot but also excited at the idea of someone being so alike you. You approached them and they quickly put out the cigarette. "Don't worry man, I'm not a teacher I won't snitch." You claimed as you walked up to them before you could make out who it was.

"I know but I am." The figure replied, you were now close enough to make out that it was Professor Lupin. He was no longer leaning over the edge but standing straight with his hands in his pockets.

"I won't snitch if you won't?" You said pulling out your own packet of cigarettes. And his face turned to a gentle smile.

"I really shouldn't-" He protested. "Oh come on, you're new. This is normal." You preached. "Yeah Minerva and I do this all the time but don't tell her I told you." This got a laugh out of him.

"I may have believed you up until that point Y/N. But that's where you've lost me." He remembered your name and for some reason it made your heart skip for a second, he had so many students that he's met in one week and he still managed to memorise yours.

"Come on I'll give you a smoke if you don't tell anyone?" You reached out the pack to him "Camels?" He questioned while taking one. "You know them?" You took one out the packed for yourself before putting it away. "They're muggle smokes." He stated nonchalant, there wasn't any hate in those words which was rare around these halls. "I like them." You pulled out a lighter to light your cigarette while he snapped his fingers and it was instantly lit. "How did you do that? You instantly snapped back . "Do what?" He smiled while holding the cigarette in his mouth, he was attractive in the moon light. "Light it with a snap." You replicated his previous action. "It's a simple arson spell, just a small flame. I used wand less magic." He explained "If it's wand less why did you snap your fingers? Surely you could've just done it." You pressed. "Yes. You've got me there." He admitted. "So you were just trying to impress me?" Slipped out before you realised how those words could sound flirty, you barely knew the man. Truthfully if he wasn't your profesor and this was an interaction with a student you would be developing a stupid crush on them.

"You could say that." He said, with half a smile on his lips. "I'm the new profesor who you've just caught spending the evening by himself smoking, I don't want you to tell everyone I'm boring now I seem impressive."

"Or insecure." You shot back and he bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief at your words. He decided not to reply, instead went back to leaning over the bridge looking out into the darkness and smoking his cigarette and silence fell upon you both.

"I like the camel ones, just because the camel is cute." You broke the silence after a while, you felt bad for calling him insecure and wanted to kill the awkwardness. He laughed at your comment. "You know smokings bad for you? Even if the camel is cute." He said flicking the butt of his cigarette into the darkness. "I know." You quietly replied.

He checked his watch before standing up straight"Curfew has already started so don't stay out here too long as Snape is the one on duty today." He began to walk away. "Professor-" He turned around at your words. "This didn't happen right?" You questioned nervously. "What are camels?" He replied with a wink. "Have a good evening Y/N."

"You too Professor."

NEXT CHAPTER

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Anything poly!cg! Marauders x little!reader maybe like a 2-4 headspace?

It's okay, we're here now

Content - age regression, cg!remus, cg!james, cg!sirius, horrible days, soft toys, dummy use, detention, crying, angst turned fluff, quidditch practice, light swearing, modern!marauders (still in school but Harry's time), lily and marlene, don't like don't read.

Summary - sometimes hards days are horrible, especially when they cause you to involuntarily regress.

Authors note - this took so long for me to write I'm so sorry, I will definitely write more cg!marauders characters there's just something about it that soothes me. Photo credit to @_mwpp on tiktok please go check them out, hope you enjoy<3

Today had been absolutely treacherous.

First you hadn't been able to find your transfiguration homework resulting in professor mcgonagall giving you a detention at the end of the day. You loved professor mcgonagall you always got on well but you understood that she couldn't give special treatment, even to her favourite students.

Then you spilt ink over your potions assignment and to top it all off your uniform had been suffocating you all day.

It was days like this that you were thankful at least one of your partners were with you in each class.

However each of them had been increasingly distracted today.

James had been thinking about quidditch a lot lately since there was a match on Sunday against slytherin, everybody wanted to win but James always took it to a new level.

Remus's head had been trapped in his book practically all week, there was an assignment due for history of magic and to everyone's surprise remus was struggling slightly to make sense of the text as it contradicted itself many times. Personally you didn't really care about your results in history of magic you just saw it as a filler class occasionally copying down notes but mostly constructing origami birds.

Sirius had been the most present one today however he had spent his lessons thinking over new ways to taunt his brother and Snape not listening to you when you discouraged it.

You had hoped to spend a good amount of time with them after your classes but then you realised.

James had quidditch practice, sirius was going along to watch him and remus had a meeting with professor dumbledoor.

Brilliant.

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Stepping through the entryway for the gryffindor common room you saw lily and marlene sitting on the crushed velvet sofa. As soon as you made your way over to them you dropped your bag onto the floor beside you and flopped down onto the cushions Making lily chuckle.

"Hard day huh?" She said with a knowing smile "torture" you agreed resting your head on her shoulder feeling her hand gently stroke your hair. "Aww hon, well it's over now until next week" "how was detention?" Marlene smirked eyeing you cheekily "I don't understand the point of it, all I did was sit there drawing" you chuckled kicking your feet up.

A good half an hour passed on the sofa with your best friends before you made your way up to the boys dorm room, you barley ever slept in your own dorm anymore. As soon as you reached the 6th step you felt a hazy feeling come over your mind.

Why did it always come at the worst times?

Holding onto the hand rail you made quick work of your journey. When you reached the large oak door you swung it open and locked it with a simple spell, the boys would know that it was only you.

Once you reached remus's bed you felt all attempts at staying in your big headspace leave you, the only thing was you felt young.

Really young.

Considering that you hadn't been able to regress in such a long time it wasn't really surprising however it felt scary, you never regressed this young on your own and you didn't know what to do.

Suddenly being made aware of your itchy uniform you tried desperately to remove it but there were too many zips and the buttons were to small so it was no use.

Realising that you couldn't do anything for yourself you excepted your fate and layed yourself down on the mattress hugging the pillow close to you wetting it with your tears.

"They'll be back soon" you thought to yourself.

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"Your such a tosser" james expressed to sirius as they reached their dorm room. Trying the doorknob they realised that it was locked causing them to frown "alohomora" remus said hearing a click.

Walking through the doorway they saw you curled up on remus’s bed sobbing into his pillow, immediately they rushed over to you with sirius gently removing the pillow and laying down beside you "what's wrong sweetheart?" James asked sitting on your other side.

Trying to find the words you spoke softly "small" you whimpered cuddling into Sirius's arm feeling his hand gently stroke your hair. "Oh angel" you heard remus sigh guilt lacing his tone almost instantly you heard the two of them walk around the room.

After collecting some clothes for you remus walked over towards the bed gently turning you into your back causing you to protest "I know baby I know it's okay" he said unbuttoning your shirt, zipping down your skirt and bringing down your stockings. Feeling a soft jumper being pulled over your head you manoeuvred your way through it "there she is" sirius gasped when your head popped through the hole making you giggle.

Watching James from across the room you saw him pull down a lime green box and walk it over towards you. Pulling the lid off he took out a soft grey dummy and a soft lion toy, you had never seen these ones before.

Passing the dummy to sirius you felt him gently ease it into your mouth feeling remus squish in beside you and sirius he made his way towards his bed.

Hearing a loud noise you panicked slightly and shot up in the bed "Hey, hey sweetheart it's okay it's just daddy being an twat" "oi I'm just moving the bed so we can all fit, your welcome" james said sarcastically "Daddy's not a twat" you mumbled sleepily from behind your dummy "thank you baby" "you could have used your wand" remus stated a moment of silence following "shut up."

Feeling the boys spread out on the joined mattresses you rolled yourself over giggling slightly "aww our giggly little girl" sirius smiled placing a kiss to the back of your head. "Pass her over here" james said piping up from beside remus "come here honey" the lycanthrophe beside you mumbled rolling you over his stomach and into james arms "there she is" he sighed kissing your head gently.

Looking at you each of them realised that you were about to fall into dreamland, with james stroking your hair and remus patting your lower back soothingly you allowed yourself to sleep with Sirius's comforting words.

"Your okay now little one, we're here and we'll be here when you wake up."

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[harunayuuka2060]

*In Professor Crewel's class*

Professor Crewel: Has everyone been informed for the upcoming event that will led by Professor MC?

The class: Yes, sir!

Professor Crewel: Good. Don't embarrass me, puppies. Show what you've got. Class dismissed.

*the students talking excitedly about the event*

Student A: I think we'll be able to catch them very easily.

Student B: I'm not going to say that. I heard from one of the students here that MC-sensei specialty.

Rook, Vil, and Epel: ...

Epel: Vil, I wasn't informed about the event. What are we doing?

Vil: Professor MC will infiltrate our dorms. And we need to catch them before they could steal one item from each dorm leaders.

Rook: Isn't that exciting, Epel?

Epel: Um... I don't know. Are they just going to sneak in?

Vil: *smirks* Are you underestimating our magicless professor, Epel?

Epel: O-Of course not! I wouldn't dare!

Ruggie: So what will be our strategy, Leona?

Leona: *yawns* Nothing.

Jack: Nothing?! It's an event that will help the students a lot in earning credits!

Leona: Huh?

Ruggie: I knew you were not listening, Leona.

Ruggie: MC-sensei had convinced Professor Trein and Professor Crewel to give an exemption to the dorm that would manage to catch them from any projects for this whole month.

Leona: Tch. So?

Ruggie: You need this. Considering how lazy you are.

Riddle: Secure the possible blindspots in the dorm!

Cater: Wow, you're taking it seriously, Riddle.

Ace: Why wouldn't he? It was because of him this event is being held. *laughs*

Riddle: *tries to hold his temper*

Cater: Care to explain, Ace?

Ace: Sensei told me this. Housewarden Riddle has no self-preservation and they compared them to a lone rabbit.

Riddle: THAT'S ENOUGH! GRRR! I'LL MAKE THE PROFESSOR TAKE BACK THEIR WORDS!

Cater and Riddle: Haha...

Riddle: Trey! How's the preparation going?

Trey: Everything's great.

Riddle: Good. The event will start any minute now.

Trey: By the way, Riddle. *goes to fix his hair*

Riddle: Ah, was it messy?

Trey: *smiles* Just a little bit.

Cater and Ace: *feels something off*

Cater: *whispers* Hey, Ace.

Ace: *whispers back* Yeah?

Cater: Trey was baking in the kitchen, right?

Ace: Maybe he's done?

Cater: That fast?

Riddle: Alright. Be sure to return immediately.

Trey: Okay. *leaves the room*

Trey: *showing up from behind, holding a cake* Riddle, I'm done baking the sweets for the afternoon snack.

Ace, Riddle, and Cater: ...

Trey: *confused why they're staring at him in horror*

Riddle: We... WE HAVE BEEN INFILTRATED!!!

MC: *tears their Trey mask* *leaving the Heartslabyul dorm, holding Riddle's favorite book* That was easy, hehe~.

MC: Now... Where should I go next?

Professor Crewel: Is everyone ready for the double the amount of projects you're going to receive this month?

Half of the students: *groans*

Ignihyde and Diasomnia students: *letting out a sigh of relief because they barely managed to win*

MC: *entering the room* Hello~

The class: Hello, sensei!

MC: *giggles* I'm here to excuse the Ignihyde and Diasomnia students.

Professor Crewel: Are they going to join your special class?

MC: I'm afraid they're still lacking. But I don't mind teaching them the basics.

Sebek: SENSEI! PLEASE GO HARD ON US!

MC: *looks at him* Oh~ I'll be sure to do that, Sebek. Since I've had outwit you.

Sebek: Nghhhh!

[my-owl-baby]

Smarter Then You

Micheal Gavey x f!reafer

Summary: Your professor in mathematics had paired people up depending on their last exams scores, next thing you know, you were paired with Michael Gavey. Someone who thinks he's smarter then you, which he's not.

Words: 4k

Warnings: 18+, pussy eating, rude comments, alcohol use, bullying, slut shaming.

(Let me know if I miss anything) (part 2)

You are smart but not rich nor poor, your parents worked and saved enough money for you to study the degrees you want learn so you can succeed in life.

You were stubborn enough to get a job to put in more money into the fundings for your college.

Oxford University basically begged you to come to their school, knowing your GPA is a 5.0.

You worked your ass off to where you are at now, you didn't live in the dorms as your friends did. You owned your own apartment with the job you had.

Couple of months in Oxford, you had no problem in the classes. Get your work done on time and passing with A's.

"Today, exams results are here" Professor Strange said holding the stack on test in his hand. Getting groans from your classmates.

"Uh...I study hard for this test" your best friend Rosie said, worry in her voice. She struggled but with your help, she seem to understand the unit.

"You'll do fine" you whispered back to her. Professor started in the right side before going to left side where you and Rosie were.

"Most of you improve, since this unit is the easiest" he said, you felt someone looking at you. Turning to see a guy with dirty blonde hair, glasses sharp nice jawline.

He looked away, shrugging it off knowing he was probably looking at Rosie about her complaining. He didn't look like he cared giving the rudest look to us before you notice him.

"I hope, I'm improving" she mumble holding both her hands close to her as if she was praying.

Rolling your eyes, knowing she was panic for no reason. The week during the test she felt good, saying she'll pass at least an 80.

Now with doubt about failing, Rosie is smart she just puts her fun first then her own work. "Ms.L/n" you looked up seeing your professor.

"Mr. Strange" he nodding at your words "you did wonderful like always" he said, handing you, your paper. Seeing that you passed with an 97 made you pround but went over the ones you miss.

"Ms.A, you improve much in this exam, you should be pround of yourself" he handed her exam backwards making sure no one saw.

Once he left our area to go up to give the other students their exam results. "I got a 80" she hugged you, thanking you over and over again for the help.

"Couldn't have done it without you" you rolled your eyes playfully to her. "Are you coming to Felix party thus Saturday?" She pretty much begging you to come since you never really gone to them.

"I can't, I have other things to do" you told her, seeing the disappointed look in her face "lame" she commented giving you a light push.

"Like it's just for one night, I heard that Kam is going to do some werid body show for the men" she whispered the drama to you.

"She's sad, her life is sad and it couldn't be me" she smiled at your comment, being friends since elementary always been opposite from each other but always complimented each other cons well.

"True, I'm waiting for the school to kick her right by the out of pocket shjt she does" she sigh putting her exam in her bag, where she couldn't lose it.

"Yea, yea, it's making the school look bad" you yawned tired from the whole day of working your ass off with classes.

"Hope's she dies soon, didn't like how she tried to get near my boyfriend" you recall the time where Kam did tired to be slutty around Rosie boyfriend.

"I thought you don't wish bad on people?" You questioned, tilting your head to look at her with an 'innocent' look.

She smiled at your response "Shut up, she deserved it and you know it" causing you chuckled at her words.

"I do" she layed her head on your shoulder, talking more crap about other people. Then paying attention to who was listening to the both of you.

"Oh, right did I tell you the letters that Felix been getting" you didn't talk to Felix much, but you and him were close enough to share secrets.

"No? I think he told me about it, about someone send him a nude picture? Or death threats?" She nodded to your words, lifting up her from your shoulder.

"Yup, isn't that crazy like how can someone do those two things to someone?" she wonder, you shrugged not knowing the answer to her question.

Mr. Strange clapped his hands getting everyone attention from their conversation. "Alright guys, we have another presentation!" Everyone groan including you and Rosie.

"Fuck I hate these presentation" Rosie mumbles, you agreed with her. Talking out loud wasn't something you weren't good at, but it had to be done.

"I'm letting you guys work in pairs" once he said those words you and Roise looked at each other, wanting to work with each other.

"But I'm picking your partners by your grades" both of you and Rosie jaw dropped at the news.

"What if you can't work with anyone else?" Rosie said outloud, getting a couple of students to speak their minds as well.

"You can't Miss.A, don't say that you have separation anxiety because it's not true" you giggle at his words, hearing Roise cursing at the man under her breath.

"Anyways, I'm starting to pair you guys up now" he said as he started to call out random students names pairing them up together.

"I can't believe it" you looked at her, she acted like it would be the end of the world.

"We'll be fine, plus I'm pretty sure your friends with everyone here" you said, earning a glare from her.

"Not cute nor nice" you both hear her name being called out, and Kam as well.

"You guys We'll be paried up for this presentation" you laughed at her reaction.

"Professor Strange can I work on this alone instead?" She is begging, but he denied her request.

"Damm, couldn't be me" she slapped your arm playfully, rolling her eyes at you. "Don't be a dick" you both glance at Kam, who looked at you both from across the room with dead eyes.

"She doesn't seem like you very much" you said, looking at Rosie who shrugged not caring.

"So? She can suck on my dick if she doesn't like me" you giggle at her words.

"Y/n, you'll be paired up with Michael Gavey" you looked around for a Michael Gavey but never heard of him nor seen him before.

"Behind you" you heard a voice, it was unexpected for you. Turning to see the same guy who gave the both of you a rude look before.

"Nice to meet you" you said, giving him a small smile before writing the new presentation down.

"He looks mean" Rosie mumble this time making sure to keep her voice down. "Don't judge until you know them" you told her back.

She agreed with you, but still stayed with her comment about Michael. "So this presentation you are going to explain how mathematics is use in real life situations" your teacher said, writing down on the board some examples.

"It at least needs to be 4 pages long, it would boost up your grades by 20 points which most of you need" he said, passing around a paper for everyone.

"These are expectations that are required" you got the paper and looked at it, it wasn't hard. Since many jobs and real life situations are mathematics.

"My life could be solved mathematically" You giggle at Rosie response. She seem pround of her small joke.

Right when class was done, you wrote down your number, email and your account on MySpace if he wanted to speak on either.

"I'm going to my boyfriend, and tell him how miserable this class has me in" Rosie said giving you a hug.

You hugged her back "maybe he can help you slove your miserable situation with mathematics" she pushed you, which made you laughed.

"Haha funny" she flipped you off before walking away. You turn behind you seeing Michael still packing up.

"Uh...Michael?" He looked up at you with no interest into a conversation he was going to have with you.

"Here, you can contact me on these if you like. Then we can speak about the presentation" you gave him a smile handing him a ripped up paper from your journal.

He took it and looked at the paper "why is your email, sound childish?" He said it like he ment it in a rude way but it didn't bother you.

"I made it when I was about 8 years old that's why" you chuckled, feeling quite embarrassed about it now.

He shrugged it off, as he continued to do what he was doing. "I'll contact you, bye" he said leaving you alone.

You sigh reveal about how it went, this was your last class of the day so you decided to head home and change into something comfortable.

Like into some sweat pants and a noddle strap shirt.

You opend you laptop to start writing your presentation, but you remember you had a partner.

Grabing your flip phone to see if you received any messages, which you did by Michael.

"Hello, this is Michael." He typed out an hour ago.

"Hello! Sorry I burley got home." You typed out sending it to him.

You closed your phone, walking over to your bag to do the homework you had for science, chemistry, biology, and Human anatomy.

Those were the homeworks you had to do that were due Monday. Getting started on those, your phone rang which you check and it was Michael.

"Its fine. I'll do the project on my own if that's what you want to ask". That message didn't sit right with you.

"Huh? No I want to work on it together" you typed out, wondering why he wouldn't let you help him out.

He soon replied "Oh, Alright then. When and where?" You thought about it, you didn't really want to leave your place but you had to go to the library tomorrow so might as well.

"Want to work on it tomorrow? Stop by the library then head to my place?" You sent the message, he agreed and sent a time around 12pm is when we're going to meet at the library.

You closed your phone, and did homework for the rest of the night.

You waited outside for Michael listening on your ipod the album 'Whatever people say I am, that what I'm not' by Arctic Monkeys.

You looking around seeing tress lossing their leaves because of Autumn.

You jump from a tap on your shoulder taking your headphone off. "Hey, I thought you weren't going to show up" you smiled at him.

He was surprised you were telling him something like this, "shouldn't I be saying something like that?" He tired to act cool with a small chuckle at the end of it.

You smiled at his response "why, because im 'popular'" you quoted making your way inside the library.

He followed behind, Michael weared a red sweater along with some jeans. "Uh, yea?" He said, still following your way upstairs.

"I'm not though?" You said, glancing at him. He was confused what you ment by it "just because I hang out with people who put themselves out there doesn't mean I do the same" you explain to him.

He was surprised to actually see someone so nice and beautiful to be near his presence.

But he didn't want to denied that you might be making a fool Out of him.

"So do you know any thoughts about our presentation?" You asked siting down on a chair where it was only two chairs for you and Michael.

"Uh, well...business sounds right?" He said, he looked at you waiting for a reaction which he didn't like. You weren't fan of business so you shook your head disagreeing with him.

"Uh, I feel like a scientist?" He thought about it and agreed with you.

"What do you know about science?" He asked getting his journal out of his bag. You did the same with the taot bag you had carried with you.

"I'm actually taking a class on it, and chemistry too" you said, taking your notes out for those to classes and showed him.

He looked over your notes and seem impressed "who wrote these for you?" He asked, you smiled at his question.

"I did them myself actually" he seem impressed but didn't want to believe someone popular like yourself is smart.

"So, we can start by writing some stuff about why they are important and why it brings that specific career" you said taking out the handout from your professor.

He watched you as you did this, why did professor pair you up? Michael thought he is paired up with a dumb girl who failing the class.

"What did you get on your exam for Mr. Strange?" He said out of no where, you looked up from the paper to him.

"A 97 and you?" You thought he was trying to start conversation, but in reality Michael was surprised, he thought you might have cheated on the exam.

"I got a 95" he said straightened his poster, you responded with a smile and went back to the paper in your hand.

"So who did you get the answers from?" You glance at him, is he playing a stupid game with you?

"Excuse me?" He repeated himself waiting for the answer to be told. "I actually studied for this stuff" you chuckled shaking your head a bit.

"How? I thought professor put me with someone who got a lower grade then me" he sigh, he didn't break eye contact with you.

"Nope, I guess I'm smarter then you Michael Gavey" you smiled getting up heading towards the books.

He didn't want you to be better at him in mathematics, he took a big passion for it. He was certainly impressed on the classes you were taking for your degrees but still couldn't believe it.

He followed right behind you watching you pick out a books. "So, I'm thinking these two would help us" you said handing the man the books.

He sckem through the books "yea, these seem perfect" he mumble, putting his eyes back on you.

"You know, I can slove any numbers in my head" he said out of no where. He seemed to have a bad habit of it, but never tired to fix it.

"Oh, you can? Explain how?" You lean against the bookshelf, looking at him which made him nervous.

"Uh, well I can solve number quicker then others...test me" he said, he wasn't pressuring you but you did wanting to know more about this.

"Okay, 4789.34 multiple by 345 then divide it up by 45" you said, he followed you as he sloved without a second wasted.

"36,718.273" he said, you nodded trying to slove it yourself. You use paper to divide and multiple the numbers, in your surprised he was right.

"Wow, impressive" you laughed, getting the books from his hands placing them on the table.

"Let's plan it out before we head to my place" he nodded, he seem pround of himself that he impressed you with his mathematics skills.

He tired testing you with multiple times table but you absolutely couldn't remember your times table like he dose.

"How do you not remember you times table but remember to eat every morning?" He tired to defend his case, you couldn't help but laugh at him.

"I'm not that, that smart to have it memorize but I am smart enough to have a higher grade then you" He rolled his eyes at your reapsonse.

"You use your paper and your fingers how?" He still didn't believe it. You rolled you eyes at his comment but couldn't help but smile at the man.

He notice, which cause the poor man to blush a bit. He looked away from your gaze.

"Oh its already 3 half, shall we go?" You said, changing the topic. He agreed and gather your things before leaving the library.

It was the first time anyone your level recognize him and treated him so well.

He wanted more of it, he loved it. You were beautiful, kind, smart and lovely personality. Your basically everything he asked for in a women.

"You live outside the university?" He said looking up at the apartment.

"Yup, I don't really associate with the dorms" you shrugged making your way to your apartment.

The more he knew about you the more he fell inlove. At first when he saw you come in for mathematically, he thought you were an annoying girl like the rest of them.

But now that he sees this new side that he so deeply loved, he wanted to know more.

You opend the door to your apartment, taking off your shoes, he did the same.

"Lovely home" you glance at him, giving a small smile to him.

"Thank you" you said, he followed you to your room. You sat your bag on your desk.

"You can sit where you want, I don't mind" he nodded sitting down on your bed, his eyes were still on you. Watching your every move.

"So, we got these down...we just need four more topics to cover" you smiled at him, his adamapple swallow hard his saliva.

"Of course, I see you are a big fan of Arctic Monkeys...I am too" he pulled at smile as he looked at you.

"Really?" You were surprised but happy to finally meet someone with the same music.

He nodded his head, you smiled at his response. You looked away notice you were looking at him too much.

"Do you want anything?" He shook his head, you sat on your bed near him.

The both of you began the four topics you needed. Your flip phoned rang "Oh crap" you mumble excusing yourself out of your room.

Micheal sigh in relief, thought he was going to lose himself while you kept getting near him.

He rubbed his hands against his jeans, you made him nervous but he pulled himself together.

Your room scent was calming, he grab a pillow to cover his hard state. He is thinking too much into it, your touch, your voice, your clever smartness, it made him weak.

"Sorry, I had to call in for my job" you said walking in to your bed.

"Its...it's fine" he sigh, you notice this but decided to brush it off.

You continued to work, when you tired to get near Michael, he would move away. It was odd for you what had happened while you were taking a call.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, he glance at you blush appeared to his neck and cheeks.

"N-no...it's just...maybe I should go" he said, he didn't remove your pillow from his crotch area.

Then it click you, you made Michael Gavey hard. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of it.

"No, stay" you insisted standing up, "I still wanna figure out who's smarter" you smirk, he swallowed hard at your response.

"No, you are the smarter then me" he chuckled at the end of his words, trying to get up but you pushed him back down.

"No...don't be lame Gavey come on" you pouted your lips, he sigh taking some deep breaths. Trying to get himself together before he said anything rude.

"Fine...you insisted!" He is a nervous wreck, you couldn't help but laugh getting closer to the man.

"Boop" you touch his nose, he looked at you with confusion. It made you smile even more, "Let's take a break, I think we deserve one" you pick up the papers on your bed, placing them on your desk.

It relief the man, he still so confused why you insisted him to stay a little more longer.

"So, Michael do you have a girlfriend?" You had to ask to be sure, you didn't want to ruin a relationship.

He looked away embarrassed, shaking his head. "I don't have one, since elementary" he revealed.

You were surprised, sure he looked like a nerd but he was very cute in your opinion of course. The way he talked about a topic with passion or pure hate towards it.

"I'm surprised" he looked up at you, watching you sit near him too close where both your knees touched.

Making Michael more nervous, you place your hand on top of his where he had your pillow at.

"Wanna play game?" You moved your hand away from him, "it will prove which one of us is smarter in any state" you explain, getting up "Do you drink?" You asked him.

He stayed stun with your words, he nodded answering your question.

You nodded heading out the room to the kitchen getting a bottle of vodka and two shot glass.

Coming back to your room, sitting back down on your bed. "Okay here" you pour a shot in for the both of you.

He took it without hesitation, you laugh at his actions and drank yours. "Tell me whats 573 sum of 895 multiple by 76 divided by 9?" He looked at you, quickly looking away.

"8,130.7" he said without a second to waste again. You clapped your hands together looking at your calculator to see if sure and once again he was right.

"Beautiful, beautiful" he smiled shyly at your compliments.

"Okay, mine turn" he said siting up a bit straight legs crossed. "573 sum of 98 multiple it by 34" he saw you pull out your paper and started to slove it more longer then he could.

"3,905" he smiled at your answer, you waiting to see if it was correct "its correct" he said, you smiled even more proud of yourself.

You both shared laughs, and grew closer and closer to each other "I don't think we should be doing this" he mumble to you, you looked at him then giggle at his words.

"Why shouldn't we?" You can feel his warm breath hit your face. He wanted to kiss you and you wanted the same, Michael Gavey is giving you the horny.

He brought his hand close to your face, soon your lips made contact, he is inexperienced by the he suck on your lips and bite them. You groan as you both pulled away, he was breathless already.

"This is my first time" he mumble, looking down at you. You nodded, you always been your exs first time which wasn't a problem to you.

"Just go with the flow" you mumble back, kissing him back, your arms made their way to his hair and neck. Bring him closer to you, you spread your legs opened for him.

He moved his hands down to your waist bring you closer. He pulled away looking at you, breathing in the alcohol you both had drank.

He started kissing your neck, you moan a bit which he wanted to hear. You let the man wonder his hands all around your body, you tug his sweater upward. He listened to took it off showing his chest, he didn't disappoint one bit he kept his body maintained. He helped you take off your shirt revealing your bra "Fuck" he mumble, as he started to kiss on your shoulders and making his way down.

You unplug your bra, so he wouldn't have to struggle to take it off. Once he got to your beast, he held one massaging it while sucking the other.

It made you wet, you had to admit a nerdy boy making you feel these things is wonderful.

You moan, pulling his hair you felt satisfied by his touch, making you want more of him. He started to unzip your pants but stopped and looked at you "you don't mind?" He asked, you nodded without hesitation pushed them down along with your underwear.

He came up to you giving you kisses before he made his way down to your cunt. "Fuck Michael" you moan, as he started to move his tongue without rhythm but it felt so good to you.

"Michael...f-fuck I'm close" you moan louder, as he continued to suck and lick your pussy.

You finally came undone "fuck!" You tug on his hair hard. He came back to your lips kissing you, you tasted yourself in his mouth.

"Did I do good?" He asked, breathless. All you did was giggle and nodding to his words "you did good" he smiled kissing you back again.

You both were exhausted, he didn't get his turn but he didn't care. He just wanted to cuddle close with you for the rest of night.

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Teacher's Pet (Professor!Sebastian Sallow X F!Student!Reader) 🔞

pairing: Professor!Sebastian Sallow x F!Student!Reader genre: smut, mdni (everyone is 18+) summary: A forbidden muse caged within an ivory darkness wanted Professor Sallow deeply, and he was only a mere man happy to show her self-worth. word count: 7.5k A/N: Y’all professor!Seb has me in a chokehold! I have so many scenarios in my head My masterlist. (Part 2 is up!)

Professor Sallow stood up from his chair, towering over the petite girl standing before him. His deep brown eyes scan her form appreciatively before settling on her flushed face. A small smirk played at the corner of his lips as he spoke. "Ah, dear, come in and make yourself comfortable. Please, have a seat." He gestured towards the empty chair across from his desk. Once she sat down, he leaned back into his own chair, crossing one booted leg over the other as he regarded her with a calculating look. "Now, dear, what is it that has you looking so troubled?" The girl nervously shifted in her seat as she looked at him. She was feeling embarrassed that he had called her to his office, as it showed a sign of weakness in her normal façade of the perfect student. "I'm sorry, sir?"

"Your studies, dear," he clarified, leaning forward slightly and resting his elbows on the desk between them. His voice lowered an octave, becoming more serious. "You have always been a bright student, yet lately... well, it worries a man like me to see such potential going to waste." He paused dramatically, allowing the weight of his words to settle before adding: "Tell me, is there anything troubling you? Anything at all that could be causing this change in your usual brilliant performance?"

Not fully expecting an answer, Professor Sallow continued speaking while keeping his eyes locked on hers. "I know how much you care about your studies, how passionate you used to be about learning. Do you miss something? Do you need help solving a problem or are you being teased by any of the boys in your classes?" His tone softened slightly, conveying genuine concern for her wellbeing. Most professors would have made it clear from the start that their interest was professionally motivated, but not him. Many said it was because of his upbringing, believing that everyone deserved help, regardless of social status or school hierarchy.

“I don't know. I think... maybe I'm just stressed. It's just.. all a bit overwhelming. I feel like I'm not good enough, you know? I always wanted to be perfect, to make my family proud. But sometimes... I feel like I'm failing.”

Silence filled the room as he took in her words, the weight of them clinging onto the air between them. He leaned back in his chair again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. There was a silence for a while, an eerie calm that only served to underline the gravity of the situation. Slowly, Sallow uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Ah," he said, a soft touch of sympathy in his voice. "Being a perfect student, an ideal pupil, it's a heavy weight to carry. I've been there. It took me years to realise that even stars can falter in darkness." He paused briefly, giving her a chance to understand his metaphor. "You're not alone in your struggle, sweetheart. We all have our mountains to climb. Just remember to breathe, you hear?" His eyes bore into hers, the confidence in them an attempt to transfer his strength onto her face. Despite his exterior show of bravado and outstanding academic reputation, he too had battled inner demons. He understood the fear of failing.

"I used to think about climbing mountains, you know," he confided in a softer tone, looking away from her for a moment. The fire crackled in the corner of his office, casting dancing shadows on the walls. When he looked back at her, his eyes held a distant sadness as if remembering past events. "Every peak I reached only seemed to reveal another peak beyond it. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, there would always be something more to conquer. But now?" He paused, letting out a sigh before focusing on her once more. His eyes bore deeper into hers, a determined sense of understanding sparking in their depths. "I understand now that it's not about reaching the top, but about the journey itself. The climb, my dear... that's where the true beauty lies."

Professor Sallow leaned forward, offering her a sympathetic smile, eyes twinkling with unsaid secrets and quiet strength. His index finger traced circular patterns on the polished surface of his desk, contemplating his own journey before speaking again. "You just need to learn to accept yourself, flaws and all...and love the journey." Despite the commonplace advice, her heart swelled with gratitude for the man's kind words, words that echoed authenticity due to their source. He reached across the table, carefully placing his large hand over hers. It wasn't platitude but years of experiences he shared. There was wisdom in those words, gentle yet profound.

"Yes, you're... right," she stutteringly admitted, her voice breaking as tears threatened to spill forth. Clearing her throat, she attempted a shaky smile before looking away. "Thank you, Professor Sallow. I... I appreciate your understanding." Her gaze drifted around the room, fixating on the old portraits lining the walls. Many of them were faculty members she hadn't even heard of, their eyes following her movement, observing her vulnerability. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room now knew how much she needed his guidance right now. Her breaths were sad, quiet; and she felt willing to disappear into the shadows cast by the fire.

His hand was still on hers— big, strong, and comforting. It gave a sense of safety and sanctuary, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions bubbling within her. "Ah remember," his soft voice echoed in her ears. "You're not alone. No one climbs Mount Everest by themselves. You don't have to bear this burden by yourself." He lifted his hand, his thumb gently wiping a tear from her cheek before sliding his fingers through her tresses. That simple gesture sent ripples of warmth shuddering through her body, undoing some of the ice in her heart. The tender touch, while unexpected, was comforting in a way she couldn't describe. His words echoed in her mind, a beacon piercing through the dark clouds obscuring her thoughts. Suddenly, she found herself grasping onto his arm with both hands, tears falling freely now. "I didn't... I never realised I needed help. Thank you, Professor Sallow." He simply squeezed her hand reassuringly and then pulled back his own slightly, gently wiping another stray tear from her face. The exchange felt almost intimate, as if they were sharing a secret kept from the world outside these walls. 

"Always remember, dear," he told her gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners like warm summer sun rays after a stormy day. "You never have to do this alone. Not if you don't want to." His gaze was filled with understanding and kindness. Despite the serious nature of their meeting, there was an undercurrent of attraction that threatened to make her heart stutter. But at the same time, that stirring sensation anchored her feelings, reinforcing the sense of safety he provided.

His brown eyes met hers, burning with a warmth she couldn't resist, making her heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear or admiration for her professor. In that moment, the air between them thickened, thick with unspoken words and longing looks. A realisation slowly settled within her, not just as a student in need of guidance from an esteemed teacher, but as a young woman attracted to a man only a few years her senior. Professor Sallow's lips softly curved into a knowing smile, probably sensing the direction their conversation had taken. "Now then, enough tears for now," he drawled lightly, leaning back in the chair. "You're brave for sharing your feelings with me, sweetheart," he began casually, his eyes never leaving the tear-streaked face he attempted to soothe with his voice. "Brave, beautiful and courageous. Always remember, darling, your strength is a rare treasure, even if you don't always see it. And, sharing your burdens lessens their weight."

His eyes swept over her, lingering particularly on her flushed cheeks and the tousled strands of hair falling across her forehead. Male approval was something she rarely sought but definitely enjoyed when given. A blush dusted her cheeks at his compliments, the heat spreading from her collarbone to the tips of her ears. In that moment, she couldn't remember ever feeling as exposed or vulnerable as she did right now. Professor Sallow's gaze dropped to her swollen lips before lifting back to meet her eyes, those bright orbs of hers that filled him with a silent promise of vulnerability and potential discovery. The unspoken tension between them segued into a new dynamic, one that blurred lines between teacher and student. "Keep using that courage," he whispered huskily, ignoring the sudden, undeniable pull towards her, feeling it almost physically.

"I... I'll try," she whispered, looking away briefly before looking up into his eyes again. Her gaze was hazy with unshed tears and unmet desires, turbulent thoughts playing on her face. She hesitated but ultimately offered a timid smile, probably borne from courage alone. "Thank you for everything, Professor Sallow."

It wasn't explicit, but it was enough for him. Her thanks left the door slightly ajar for what could be. The flickering flame from the fireplace bathed his office in a pool of golden light, bathing everything in an intimate aura. Professor Sallow studied her under the shadows cast by the fire, taking note of her vulnerability and quiet strength. He deeply appreciated how she trusted him enough to share her fears and admit her shortcomings. In his mind, real courage wasn't about hiding insecurity but facing it. "You are most welcome, dear," he responded, his voice low and smooth. "You know you're always welcome here anytime you need advice... or company." There were certain connections he never intended to formalise, boundaries he never planned to cross. However, as he looked at her frail form bathed in radiant light, his willpower was stretched thin. Her unexpected admission seemed to jolt him out of his reverie. He pulled back his hands from the desk, steepling his fingers in his growing lap and exhaling deeply.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Despite their close interactions and shared emotions, they remained at opposite sides of the desk, a barrier between them symbolic of their unspoken bounds. "I could set up an extra tutoring session or help you with your reading... Whatever you feel comfortable with?"

He stared into her eyes, vulnerable and weak moments ago, now filled with determination emulated from his words. His heart pounded like a thunderstorm within his chest, a sensation he rarely experienced. He recognized his own struggle for restraint now, knowing that if anything were to happen between them it would likely cost him everything. Through the thin veil masking her sobs earlier and her present composure, their mutual attraction boiled under the surface. And yet it was clear this girl needed more than just a professor's guidance; she needed someone whom she could rely heavily upon. Professor Sallow knew what she required. Time. Patience. Understanding. More than anything though, he thought fleetingly, she needed intimacy.

The suggestion of helping her academically brought back some semblance of order to her chaotic thoughts. With a nod, she managed a shaky smile. "Uh-huh, maybe just some extra help." Inside, though, the need for closeness practically radiated from her, almost palpable. "Thank you, Professor Sallow." Part of her wished he would cross that invisible line, sweep her up in his arms and whisk her away from everything that hurt. But she knew better. They were teachers and students – it was wrong. Yet, the temptation was there, a burning ember begging for fuel to ignite into a blazing inferno. A small part of her couldn't believe she was considering kissing him, crossing that line. It felt wrong, but so damn right.

The room was heavy with tension, their eyes locked in a silent dance of longing and hesitation. Her breathing became rapid, matching the pounding of her heart echoing off the walls. A piece of her knew she shouldn't entertain such forbidden thoughts; she was his student, after all. Yet an irresistible pull gnawed at her insides. Professor Sallow broke their gaze first, scouring the room frantically for escape routes or an answer to this unprecedented conundrum. The fire crackled away benignly behind him, unaffected by the storm brewing inside them.

His breath hitched, heart rate quickening in sync with hers. This was far from what he'd planned when inviting her into his office. The freckled brunet swallowed hard, fighting his sudden desire to close the gap between them. He stared at her; every uncontrollable emotion etched on his face indicated the struggle within. Her shy beauty smouldered just metres away, looking into his eyes like a moonlight's reflection in water— enchanting, hypnotic, and terribly dangerous. "It's getting late," he murmured hoarsely, forcing himself to look away, only for his eyes to dip to her lips. His knuckles whitened around the desk's edge as if grappling the collar of an unseen foe. It was all too clear now for both of them: his desire for her matched her own.

His gesture stirred something primal inside her, sending shivers down her spine as sanity retreated further. In response, she stood up slowly, the sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She approached him slowly, biting her lip nervously, fingers trailing lightly across the top of the desk, stopping inches away from him. "I... I still need help, Professor," she spoke quietly, taking another step closer, bringing the gap between them down to almost a step. The air around them became noticeably charged, practically vibrating with expectation. "Please..."

His features tightened at the sight of her nervously biting her lip, those rosy petals just a whisper away from his mouth. He could see the desperation in her eyes, not only for academic help, but also undeniably personal contact. Professor Sallow knew he should've backed away then and there. Yet for some reason, he just sat rooted to the spot. His hand hovered over the edge of his desk instinctively, but it was a desire more powerful than his better judgement that guided it forward. With an unsteady breath, he reached out, his fingers brushing hers. Both their eyes locked on their entwined fingers, hearts pounding in precise rhythm, matching their desperate pulses. At that moment, everything else ceased to exist. Her quiet sigh echoed through his office, a testament to their shared need reaching its peak. It felt wrong, yet right, forbidden yet comforting. Professor Sallow felt like he was going up in flames while gaining salvation all at once. "You don't have to ask for help, love," he murmured thickly, his thumb absently tracing circles on her soft skin. "You deserve more than I can give."

She looked into those eyes, usually filled with wisdom but now burning with desire, and felt her world shifting under her feet. Her lips parted slightly as his thumb caressed her skin, the touch sending shivers down her spine. Those eyes, usually so full of wisdom, now blazed with an unspoken desire. Dangerous, daring, and undeniably appealing. For a moment, all sound had deserted the room. Even the fire seemed to crackle less fervently, playing second fiddle to the stuttered rhythm of their hearts. His admission caught her off-guard. "More? What do you mean?" Her voice trembled, laced with curiosity tinged with longing. She yearned for something he perhaps permitted to provide, but she couldn't back away, trapped by the dark pull between them. His eyes darkened further, but his vice-like grip on her fingers softened. "What I mean is," he said softly, drawing her attention back to him with his mournful blue gaze, "I can give you advice, or a shoulder to cry on... But the things you're asking for aren't within my capabilities as a professor, dear." The corner of his mouth lifted in a ghostly smile when she quizzically looked at him, an expression befitting a practised lover. "But as a man?" Pausing for effect, emotion choked through his throat before continuing. "As a man, perhaps I can deliver much more than that."

A spark rose through the air stuffed with tension. Her heart pounded faster with hope from every word he spoke. The gulf between them churned with currents of conflicting thoughts. If only for a moment, she wanted to be a woman, not a student. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, she slowly stepped closer, their bodies inches apart now. Her eyes locked on his hazel ones, her heartbeat pounded relentlessly against her chest. His words had unravelled the thin veil of control she still held onto, a fragment of her longing taking her over. "Then how about," she whispered, lacing her fingers through his, "I ask you as a man, and we act as the two people standing here?"

Professor Sallow's breath stumbled, feeling her fingers locking with his. She asked him, desired him, as more than just her teacher. A reprieve from all the societal norms and professional boundaries seemed to wash over them then, liberating as whispers carried by the fall winds. His heart pounded heavily in his ears, his body humming with energy. Arose a sense of forbidden excitement, daring him to explore this uncharted terrain. However, he was a teacher, and she was diverse. An unforeseen stream of reluctance threatened to snuff out their budding intimacy. "Sweetheart, it's... wrong," he replied breathlessly, gazing into her beautiful fiery gaze. Despite the words, there was clear temptation in his tone. "I'm older than you... more experienced..." His hands shook subtly, unwilling to release the frail bond they shared. For perhaps the first time in years, he wavered, pulled by a magnet so strong it reshaped the gravity around them.

Her eyes danced with resolve, each speck twinkling under his gaze, while she weighed heavily on those words. The impact weighed heavily upon them both; one person was entrusting their dreams upon another. The sound of her voice filled the void, light yet firm. A palpable shiver went down his spine when she spoke. "Experience isn't everything, is it?" She questioned, her tone wavering only slightly as she looked into his eyes, unwavering despite the vulnerability etched into her voice. "Age? A mere number." Her fingers interlaced with his tighter, her heart pounding against her chest like a thousand independent drums insisting they act on their desires. Their world, comprised by these four walls filled with his mahogany furnishing and ancient books. Time seemed to falter outside, ceasing to exist. "We both know," she couldn't resist adding softly, elicited by courage's intoxicating nectar. "Breaking rules is sometimes necessary."

Professor Sallow chuckled softly at her reckless statement, gut instincts screaming against her words. Yet there was truth to it, their connection was undeniable. However, his laugh faded quickly, giving way to serious apprehension. He needed to squash these growing, and showing, urges. "Sweetheart," he started slowly as he pulled her down to his level, inching closer till his lips nearly grazed her ear. "We're treading dangerous waters here." A sense of unease crawled up his spine as he inhaled deeply. "You could lose everything, and so could I." With great effort, he pulled away again, leaning back in his chair.

The heavy pause between them felt like eternity, their hearts hammering in sync. Each minute hit harder than the last, both waiting for the other's choice. Their breaths tangled in the dry air as anticipation mounted high. Her heart clawed at her ribcage, demanding something pacifying in return. "Why me?" He finally managed to croak out, desperate to redirect his train of thought. To hold onto the shreds of sanity still left. "There are others... more suitable for your tastes." He knew it sounded hollow and shallow, but he made a feeble attempt at dignity anyway.

Surprise flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by determination. "Because I choose you," she said firmly, stepping closer still. Her tone held an edge of defiance mixed with assertiveness. Her heart hammered in her chest, a pulsing drumbeat against her ribcage. "And you chose me," she added softly, taking his hand in hers and placing it gently over her cleavage. Her breast pressed against his palm, a combustible mix of cotton and lace. Underneath the fabric of her uniform, her nipples hardened in response to his touch, hungrily seeking contact. Her body danced to a sensual sonnet penned by desire. Professor Sallow froze. His eyes dropped down to where they were connected. He very much wanted this, desperate desire dancing in those brown orbs. Like most mortals, he succumbed easily to raw need.

Professor Sallow's heart shuddered at the mere thought of her body beneath his gaze, hidden by an innocent school uniform. He hesitated, control slipping away with each passing moment. His eyes locked on their entwined hands on her breast, heavy breaths stirring the silent room while he felt her clothed flesh squish beneath his fingers. It was distant echoes of reason battling raw wants that controlled his speech. "Love..." He started hesitantly, reaching out for her face with his free hand, hesitant yet inevitable across. She leaned down into his touch, eyes meeting his own. "We'll both lose if we give in," he said firmly, attempting to be rational. But there was no escaping the yearning behind them. He cupped her cheek, that raw need hitting him like a thunderbolt. A warm flush tainted his own as his erection strained against his slacks. 

With a tired sigh, she shook her head. "Then keep thinking that way," she whispered, reaching up to remove his hand from her face. "But there's no denying what happens between us." Her own thirst grew palpable as she noticed the subtle rise of his pants, indicating his rapidly hardening member. The forbidden became even more enthralling under these circumstances. She could almost taste him in the air between them.

His heart raced, pounding out an ode only she could hear. But he didn't let go of her hand, her soft breaths mingling with his ragged ones. "You don't know anything about this man you choose," he protested weakly, despite his body's protest. Yet despite his struggle against temptation, longing shone prominently through his defence.

"I might not know everything, but am I not enough?" She looked into his deep-set eyes, tracking the vulnerability and desire revealed there. Her fingers traced around his while he cupped her breast, urging him on despite her nervousness.

Breathing raggedly, he looked away from her hand. His body screamed in protest but found necessary refuge within him, rarely leaving such control into the hands of others. He felt exposed. Fatigued yet energised by desire that defied words or thoughts. "Sweetheart," he breathed out desperately, releasing her hand and inching towards her again until their lips were within an agonising inch away. "You're a student..."

Her breath hitched, her eyes begging for something more than his hesitant words. He was fighting a losing battle, and they both knew it. But her words had inched them closer to their moving boundary— or shattered it entirely. "I am a woman," she said softly, beckoning him closer with barely there movements until they were an inch apart again, laced in passion that was largely unexplored. Grasping his tensed shoulders, she closed the small gap between them in a slow, unhurried kiss. It started with tender ease yet quickly morphed into reckless abandon.

His protest quickly dissipated, giving way to need and want fueling his actions. In one swift move he pulled her onto his lap, uttering an involuntary hiss when he felt the warmth of her snug against his throbbing member. His lips claimed hers with hunger inherited from years-long restraint. An atrocious act of disobedience worthy of expulsion from both his job and society? Yes. A desperate need for a scorching embrace? Absolutely. Their lips parted momentarily as he unbuttoned her skirt, exposing her stockings and cotton panties. Rapturous sighs escaped her throat as he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck. He motored his hand towards her arousal, brushing lightly against it before pausing. "Oh, Professor..." Her words were filled with mixed disbelief and anticipation, eager for more contact.

"Professor nothing," He growled low, gripping tightly onto her hips, holding her in the sinful position. "You're mine now." In a sudden bout of bravery– or perhaps self-destruction, his fingers slipped under her panties and between her damp, heated folds; finding her intricate curves with experienced ease. She clutched onto his shoulders tightly as he continued his feverish exploration of her sensitive areas, unable to contain the groan that escaped her lips. Desire roared through them both, matching each touch, each moan and gasp echoing around them. His own need became a tangible pain, anticipation peaking at each gasp leaking from the woman on his knee. But somehow that drove him further; like fueling a flame between them both. "Sir... I want..."

As if sensing her desperation, he plunged two fingers inside of her wetness, rubbing her clitoris eagerly with his thumb. Her thighs trembled, involuntarily clenching around his hips for support. His breath was hot against her skin. "Shhhh... So fucking tight," he moaned into her ear, enjoying the sounds she made as his fingers worked her into a feverous state of need. His own arousal grew more strident, pressing against both of their uniforms screamingly obvious now. The room was filled with the world only they could hear: heartbeats pounding breathlessly; soft slurpy sounds of him touching her most intimate parts.

"Please..." she pleaded with a hormonally-driven beg as he continued to tease and torment her into a state of desperation.

He ripped off his cravat in one motion and tossed it aside, focusing on undressing her. The cotton material of her dress shirt resisted his rough actions before finally yielding from her arms. Her breasts were released from their lacy confines, enticing and plump. He groaned low, his eyes darkening with arousal as her breasts swayed free, thrown about with every thrust of his fingers. "Bloody hell, you're so gorgeous," he managed to utter between heavy breaths. He relished each tremulous gasp vibrating under his touch, vexing her every inch to a delightfully tense symphony. Her head tilted back, exposing her neck to his hungry lips as he revelled in satisfaction, leaving a trail of red marks on her tits. The brush of his slight stubble against her sensitive flesh heightened her senses further. "Oh, please..." Her voice cracked, pleading even more urgently now. Her hips rocked against his hips, matching his relentless pace. Still impaled on two fingers inside her, she buckled against him, greedily pursuing her release.

Professor Sallow gazed desperately at her breasts bouncing and her hazy eyes. He pulled out his fingers with a wet 'pop', drenched in her released juices. Unable to resist the temptation anymore, he slid them into his mouth, savouring her flavour. He relished the taste of her, cheeks hollowed from sucking hard enough before swallowing slowly. The taste of her flooded his tongue and soul– rich, sweet, lively and so forbidden. "S-sir, I need you... So badly..." By now, her words were mere pleas for him to continue. His free hand went back to her breasts, squeezing and massaging them vigorously. His strong grip and calloused thumb rubbing over her hardened nipple in circles sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. His cock throbbed violently against his pants, the fabric stretched thin from its imminent release. Even with every nerve ending screaming for release, he would savour these moments, this taste of forbidden bliss.

Suddenly, his hands dropped from her chest and his mouth, frantically tugging at her underwear. It now strained around her thighs, surely leaving red bruises if he didn't remove them soon. His face tilted down upwards to meet her eyes, burning with desire and hunger. "Cup your tits, sweetheart," he commanded huskily. Her eyes widened before obeying, hands reaching up to do as he asked. His words were oddly arousing; dominance mixed with endearment triggering something raw beneath layers of innocence. She cupped her chest unashamedly now, twisting her hardened tips lovingly. By the look on Professor Sallow's face, he needed this.

"Get those pants off, sir," she whispered hoarsely. Their eyes locked in pure, raw need. She felt his lip marks on her neck, a sweet mix of pain and passion that only fueled their game. Professor Sallow's eyes fell into a heated glance, gaze lazy yet lethally so. With trembling hands, he undid his trousers, freeing himself from the discomfort and need that strangled him from within. His erect member bobbed freely, swaying up against his tweed vest. "Pump me," he groaned.

Her hands covered him hesitantly, wet just like she was, seeking contact they both longed for. He groaned unashamedly as she wrapped her fingers around him but stopped abruptly at her ragged intake of air. "F-fuck... Sir... You're big..." A humid breath hitched out from her lips, tearing her vision away from his manhood long enough to peer at the professor's face to gauge his reaction. "N-not going to fit..."

He groaned, eyes shut tight as she stroked him carefully. Her tentative grip gave way to understandable lust-filled fervour, matching him in a mutual rush. His body shivered with each grip, clutching hold of what was left of control. "It'll fit," he croaked out. "I'll make sure of it." This wasn't mere bravado; he knew if someone could take all of him that it was going to be his student. "Another 'sir' and you're getting fucked in front of the whole school yard," He growled low under his breath, his lips kissing away droplets of sweat from her temple. His words were bordered by darkness: coercive and convincing. She gulped and continued stroking him with more confidence now. Her wet fingers responded perfectly to his silk-smooth shaft with each twist of her wrist, lubed by his own secretion. His oversized manhood felt heavy and enticing in her palm, begging to be consumed.

"Oh...Gods..." He swallowed hard, breaking their gaze from the sight before him for the first time. Her caress sent undulated waves of pleasure through his system. "Panties off, love," he rasped forcefully. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before reluctantly hooking a thumb into her briefs and pulling them down, discarding them unceremoniously onto the ground. It was rapidly escalating beyond anything she thought possible. Yet, there was no turning back now.

He inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on her glistening cunt. Smirking devilishly, he carefully guided her back onto his lap, her pussy rubbing against the head of his erection. A drop of pre-cum leaked out along its width. He scooped her in his arms, positioning her over him. Her cunt, warm and eager against his swollen length, gripped a little of what he offered thus far. Her nails dug into his shirt, aggressively clutching for assurance.

She sucked in air, bracing for the moment. Every sensation was so different than before: him against her skin like warm molten lava breaking apart clouds of clouded inhibition. He grabbed messy strands of her hair, cutting off any potential protest from forming. "Relax," he whispered urgently. She felt a thick part of him slowly invaded her core inch by splayed inch, throbbing and moving into unfamiliar territory. He looked up at her, noting the pained tightness along her brows. He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek reassuringly. "My sweet girl." His voice purred deeply like a lustful lullaby. "You take your time," He continued, stroking strands of hair away from her face. "I'm not going anywhere."

His thrust was painful yet welcome. Professor Sallow took deep breaths and slowed down even more, allowing her body to acclimate around him. His determination was akin to stubbornness; wanting to make the connection undeniably real. He glanced down at where the girl wrapped around him, his cheeks flushed red and pupils dilated. "Fucking beautiful..." he whispered gallantly when he saw his thickness almost fully inside her. "So tight..."

"It hurts..." Her whisper was low and faltering. Her assessment sent a wave of guilt and pleasure crawling down his spine. He panted heavily against her neck, digging his chin into it forcefully. "Hold onto me." He squeezed her hips gently to assure he wouldn't move just yet. Damn it if she didn't make him lose control now. He closed his eyes tight, trying to compose himself to the best of his abilities. "I'll give you a second."

She was frozen against him for a moment, catching her breath with a tremble. But the cock inside her kept throbbing,  prodding forward slightly. His words of comfort meant little in her current throbbing haze. Her nails dug into his blazer unconsciously, matching his rhythm of tension and release intensely. Finally, relaxation seeped into those tense muscles surrounding his cock. When he began thrusting again, albeit slower than before, each movement was sheer bliss even through pain. She bit her lip hard not to moan out loud, not wanting to draw attention to their forbidden encounter in his office.

"Oh, you're loosening up, love." Heavily heaving just like her, his voice was muffled by her neck. "Thank God." His grip over her hips blended perfectly with her release; every thrust was so much more pleasurable now and Lord knew he hadn't even gotten started yet. As if reading his thoughts, she pressed into him harder until his cock met her G-spot perfectly. "Good girl..."He let out short pants filled with pent-up desire for the flushed girl exposed before him under the dim light of the fireplace. "That's it, take me faster." A plea between moans, slipping dangerously from every boundary. At every thrust, she responded for him eagerly, arching her torso in anticipation, her channel squeezing tightly around him. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice straining between pleasure and effort. "Y-you're so big." She wrapped her arms around his neck for balance while he continued to ram into her. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the empty office. Her nails scratched at the back of his neck, leaving small grooves in his skin. Sweat trickled down both of their bodies, mixing together, creating their own sickeningly sweet perfume filling the room.

Feeling empowered by her gathering heat and whorish moans, Professor Sallow picked up pace, matching rapid jagged thrusts better suited for animals than humans. He hissed through his teeth, grinding against her sensitive areas mercilessly. His breath became rushed, bordering on animalistic. With each brutal fuck, she struggled to keep up with his pace, yet still tried her hardest. Her moans matched the rhythm perfectly, unbearably sweet. Her body became so hot, almost on fire as his cock pumped into her. "You're mine now,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Ride me, sweetheart."

With his command, his hands grasped at her perfect ass, squeezing harder as if claiming ownership over her entire being. She adjusted herself subconsciously to adjust even in the haze of her arousal. Her clit ground against him every stroke, igniting pre-existing flames further. "I-I can't believe I'm doing this," She grinned wickedly. His cock slammed deeper relentlessly, indicating impending release was near for him too.

"Good girl," He sighed heavily against her ear. "Who said you could think now?" Smooth. The only thing his consciousness focused on was fucking her into ecstasy. "Je-just fuck me..." She mewled against him, her legs clenching around him. Her orgasm was looming closer now. Professor Sallow couldn't resist an extra hard thrust, feeling her clench around him violently, almost as if coaxing for more. "Fuck yes," He moaned deeply inside his own mind. He was losing control. His words were no longer polished but savage, raw expressions of want disguised as dirty talk. He slapped her ass firmly, hearing her gasp but nothing stopped them both from reaching their peak. "This is what you deserve. Taut schoolgirl. Finally feeling me out." Each slap coupled with a deep thrust met with a favourable response from her cunt. As his release approached like a ruthless wave, he told her hoarsely on the edge of insanity, "You're gripping me tight, aren't you?" His length pulsating regularly matched their rhythm.

She froze momentarily but eventually nodded yes. For one evening, rules had to be broken. "Yes," She panted out, unable to deny it. "Please..." She pleaded, her walls contracting tightly around him.

"Good girl..." His voice thickened, pulsating in rhythm to her orgasm. He could feel his release threatening any moment now. "You're gonna feel me fill you up."

Her breath hitched harder, his intention so clear and explicit, leaving little room for doubt. "Please do..." She moaned between clenches. "Fill me..."

"Hold on love," he groaned, his pace quickening even more. "I'm—" With one final hard thrust that nearly knocked the breath out of her, he came inside of her, filling her up to the brim. His seed shot out in hot gushes that splattered against her inner walls, painting her insides with his essence. He groaned heavily against her neck, his body convulsed in post-orgasmic bliss. "That's it, take all of me." His voice was raspy, barely recognizable.

Her own orgasm hit like a storm, seizing up inside her as he emptied himself into her hungrily. It was too much, too fast and wild for words after all these years under his careful guidance. Her eyes rolled back into her head and he could feel every muscle in her body tighten around him while her legs fluttered shut against his hips like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Breathing heavily, Professor Sallow let out a final, satisfied moan, his hands holding onto her slender waist to steady himself. His member slowly began to shrink inside her, the contraceptive potions the school nurse administered all seventh-years ensuring neither one of them would regret this encounter come morning. "That was... extraordinary," he finally spoke softly, his tone marked with wonder even amidst spent euphoria. Wrapped around him, she didn't dare speak or move; their lips met delicately amidst muffled breathing. The tainted tangle of bodies felt heavier than ever. Their kiss lingered longer this time, pure affection creeping in. "Yes," She mumbled against him. Her orgasm subsided only to be replaced by another thrilling wave of emotions. A vulnerable intimacy unbeknownst from him.

He leaned back slightly, catching his breath while she still held him within her core unapologetically. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Now, sweetheart..." He whispered in satisfaction, tracing her hair softly. "Let's fix our clothes and pretend nothing happened." He attempted to restore some order to their dishevelled attire— certainly a challenge for both parties. Carefully, he began to dress her with utmost care and delicacy never seen before. He paused momentarily when he adjusted her blouse, clasping his teeth together. His cock was still nestled within her warmth. "Much better." He added softly upon finishing the process efficiently. Her cheeks reddened from the intimacy. They looked into each other's eyes that were soft and full of unspoken promises. "...Are you okay?" He asked tenderly.

She nodded with a sheepish smile, still catching her breath. "I... feel... funny..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"Maybe you need some water?" He grabbed a nearby cup from his desk and handed it to her. He straightened shirt buttons over her chest slowly, lingering over every movement her breathing caused. Waves of intensity could still be felt emanating from them, now a lustful aura hidden under calming silence.

"Almost done," He glanced at her, gently smiling back as if nothing had transpired in his office chair. The brunet waited patiently letting her drink, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. When she finished he helped himself to a small sip before placing the cup down. His cock continued to twitch inside her, as if pressing against her to keep warm. "Here you go, all buttoned up." He declared almost lovingly, all traces of messiness now hidden under an air of professional dignity they both held dear. "Better?" He asked, his gaze not leaving her flushed face. Her eyes were brighter than ever before, like a sunny morning. Their glances locked again for a brief moment before his hands slowly stopped at his tie, adjusting it properly over trembling digits.

A sigh escaped him with every move beneath her grateful gaze, possessive but loving. Once neatened up, he brushed some imaginary lint off her shoulder calmly. "Almost like no one just fucked passionately here today." His gaze to her softened lightly, a pleasing smirk appearing on his face before vanishing into thin air. "Now let's not let anyone see us looking like this right?" He gave confident affirmation with a prominent tone reflecting back into the instructor persona. "I should give you detention for causing such a ruckus in my office," His half-joking statement did little to obscure fond emotions welling up in him. He helped her off his lap, slipping out from her slick channel slowly.

She chuckled softly, still dazed from their encounter. "Detention?" Her eyes danced with mischief; she moved slightly when he pulled away but steadied herself on her feet quickly, clenching her walls to keep his cum inside. "Well deserved, isn't it?"

A corner of his mouth curved into a teasing grin. "Of course," he agreed. "Do you have any idea how reckless you've been?" His gaze was warmed by her attempt to keep him inside her. "You've made me forget my job entirely." Sallow added almost seriously, examining her. With a thoughtful pause, he continued: "But then again, not many can manage that." His lips twitched at the sight of a sticky trail trickling down her thigh and into her stocking.

"You shouldn't joke about it," She retorted playfully, feeling exposed for more reasons than one. She attempted to fix her skirt and smooth her stockings over the evidence before wiping it away discreetly. "...Apologies, sir." She responded in all seriousness before adjusting herself a bit more confidently after realising what he gave her today. A high level intimacy for both teacher and pupil against the principles carefully cultivated over years between them both. "I enjoyed it though," Her face flushed deeper red when admitting this boldly. 

The professor stood up too, pressing his lips against her cheek in a soft yet possessive kiss. "So did I," he murmured against her, his hand sliding down her bare arm to rest on her wrist lightly. "You should probably go now. People will start wondering where you've vanished off to." He straightened his tie one last time before leading her out of his office, holding onto her hand gently. 

In the midst of their silent walk, she looked up at him nervously. The question lingered between them: "Will we... do this again, Professor?" He chuckled quietly mid-step but stopped, turning back towards her ever so slightly with a furrowed brow. "Not here," He maintained his weight on her wrist reassuringly. "You deserve more than an office chair... much more." She swallowed hard and nodded, barely perceptible. His words resonated deep inside, her heart beat wildly again amidst anticipation for another lovemaking beyond these walls. "J-just don't make me wait long," She suggested gently pulling away from him once they reached the door. Jitters played around his eyes as he fingered absentmindedly at her sleeve. "Rest assured, ah sweet dear." He promised softly then opened the door letting her leave towards her common room. "Go ahead, enjoy your evening. See you in class tomorrow." 

She nodded at him softly with grateful eyes and walked out of the room. The mix between his cum pooling into her panties and the overwhelming emotions contributed to her wobbly stead. With a deep breath, she walked through the corridor back towards the common room.

Professor Sallow released a fervent sigh when she disappeared around the corner. Decision lingered in him. An encounter like that wasn't a one-time event. He had waited years for this— an emotional connection beyond class’ walls... in his office.

One thing was clear, after their rendezvous, she didn't feel alone anymore. Even though she still struggled with self-worth issues because of her turbulent past with a deeply flawed family, she found solace in someone who saw beyond her flashy exterior and vulnerable core. As weeks progressed, he slid notes under her table or would subtly adjust her collar; innocent gestures packed with a hidden message of proof that their secretive connection continued. Even in broad daylight in front of students, they would cast sensual glances at each other. During lessons, he praised her work while maintaining a cold exterior, but unapologetic desire glittered in their communications. His eyes danced to her movements more than usual and his  taxing lectures needed more breaks than ever before. In corridors when meeting, he adjusted her robes subtly, too innocent for onlookers to get ideas. His lips would often curl into fond smiles hiding excitement, yet a professional surface remained visible.

Small moments of togetherness merely became part of their routine; unspoken promises lingering between their profound connection, just as beautiful and flourishing as the flowers still blooming in the Greenhouse during these cold fall days.

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After Study Cuddles ( Cedric Diggory )

requested by anon: hello! if you’re taking requests, may you do a fluff drabble with cedric x fem! (or gender neutral if you prefer) reader who are both cuddling after studying for their OWLS? tysm!!

word count: 0.6k

warnings: lots of fluff

pairing: cedric diggory x gn!reader

author's note: thank you so much for this request and I'm sorry that it took me a while to write it. I'm currently so in love with everything harry potter, so if you have any requests, please send them in!

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A frustrated sigh left your lips while you made your way inside the Hufflepuff common room. Your boyfriend, Cedric, had an amused smile on his lips as he followed behind you, quickly noticing the way other Hufflepuff students looked at the two of you, hence he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I really can’t do this anymore.”, you said, annoyance lacing your voice before you let yourself fall on one of the sofas. Cedric sat down next to you. You let your hair, which had just been in a ponytail, down, feeling the light headache fade away while simultaneously massaging your scalp.

Both of you had been in the library the whole day, only leaving it to get some food in the Great Hall. Your OWL’s were coming up, and you, especially Cedric though, needed to get good results, hence most of your Hogwarts days currently only consisted of classes, eating, studying and a little sleep.  

Your boyfriend wanted to follow in his dad’s footsteps and wanted to get a job at the Ministry of Magic. On the other hand, you still had no idea what you wanted to do after graduating from Hogwarts. You had always dreamed of having a small shop in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Your parents weren’t that supportive of this idea, however, Cedric tried to encourage you to just go for what you really wanted and not care about what anyone else thought.

“Exams are almost over,” Cedric stated while he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him before he gently kissed your temple.

“And once they are, we will put all our schoolbooks away. We can finally go on those Hogsmeade dates that you’ve been wanting to go on for so long.”

This made a bright smile appear on your lips. You looked up at your boyfriend, who grinned down at you. Even before you two started dating, Cedric always knew what to say or do to make you feel better.

“Well, that is definitely somewhat of a motivation. Finally, something to look forward to after all this stress.”

You leaned in and pressed a loving kiss on your boyfriend’s lips, both of you smiling into it before you slightly pulled away. You couldn’t help but press another few pecks on his lips, making Cedric laugh. You scrunched up your nose lightly, admiring your boyfriend’s features a bit more before you put your head on his chest, feeling his hand caress your arm.

Even though you knew that your common Hufflepuffs were probably watching you, you didn’t care about it. You loved sitting in the common room, cuddled up to Cedric. It was cosy, and it was your second home. It made you feel calm and collected, and you always looked forward to sitting on the sofa in the evening after you were done with classes.

You felt Cedric press another kiss on top of your head. You looked up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips while you leaned in and pressed yet another sweet kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. You just couldn’t get enough of him.

“Thank you for being there for me and helping me whenever I have no idea what Professor Trelawney is talking about.”

The two of you started laughing, knowing exactly that neither you nor Cedric really knew what she was talking about.

“No need to thank me. You know I love spending as much time with you as possible.”

You knew that you were blushing, but you didn’t mind. Everyone knew that you were utterly in love with Cedric Diggory, and he was with you.

[ludoka]

So.... What would happen if SOMEONE decided to rewrite Freaky Fusion but eliminated the fusions, left the plot of the hybrids and the time travel plot?

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The fic would begin by introducing the hybrids and the students' reaction to them. Cleo and (I think it was her?) Draculaura would give the same comments as in the movie. But here the hybrids already established in the series would not be ignored. Lagoona would talk about how she herself is a hybrid. What's more, we could even add that she is the fruit of a freshwater Nymph and a sea monster.(I just made this up while writing. I have no idea if it's canon or not but I like it.) Your intervention in the conversation could leave the atmosphere a little tense. Frankie tries to lighten the mood by insisting her friends go to class.

In another part of the school, Deuce and Jackson are in the former's locker talking about the same topic. Or rather, Deuce is nervous and frustrated by how everyone is reacting to the hybrids. While Jackson doesn't care too much. He has already had his conflict with the students regarding what he is. You already know this is temporary until the novelty of the matter cools down. This resolution does not reassure the gorgon at all. In fact, it frustrates him enough to vocalize his concerns. The whole topic was really making him very uncomfortable. On a good day, he's already having trouble coping with the fact that he's a hybrid. This only makes you feel worse. To the point of being terrified that other monsters will know what he really is. Jackson tries to console him but the bell at the beginning of his first class forces them to cut the conversation short.

What they didn't know is that a certain gossiping ghost, who was collecting information for his blog, was listening to them.

The first class is Dead Languages ​​with Professor Rotter. Class is pretty boring today. Which causes some students to become distracted and murmur among themselves. Cleo is one of them and tries to talk to Deuce (who is more in the clouds than on earth)One of the topics he brings up is about hybrids, which he immediately realizes is the wrong topic to talk about. Since she sees how her boyfriend tenses very visibly. Which makes her remember that she's been on thin ice ever since she almost got her boyfriend's best friend killed just because of her pride. Said friends... It is also a hybrid. Cleo is seriously thinking about asking Frankie to sew her mouth shut so she doesn't screw up again. (I'm thinking about placing this after my own version of Ghoul Rules. I feel it is appropriate. It seems like he's been building up these nerves since before this day. It's more ✨ dramatic ✨)

The rest of the class passes without pain or glory. Only at the end does Rotter remind his students that in the last period of school they have to present their family tree work. (because I don't remember how the homework they were given in the movie was written)And he points out that Frankie will be the first to speak.

A stressed Deuce is the first to leave the classroom, closely followed by a worried Cleo. She is a couple of steps behind him. Thinking about how to talk about whatever is bothering the gorgon. Just when you think you've finally found the words, a mass notification from Spectra's blog catches your attention. She is about to ignore it but when she saw how the students began to stare in her direction, she decided to quickly check just in case. The title leaves her baffled. "Deuce Gorgon, the most handsome cool boy in school, is a hybrid?" That was the huge title that headed the blog. Cleo looks up with the mission of searching for answers but notices how terribly pale Deuce is while looking at his cell phone. She catches his attention. He looks at her scared. In fact, Deuce becomes hyper aware of his surroundings. He notices how everyone is looking at him and starting to whisper around him. This sends him into a spiral of panic and he ends up escaping the scene. It ends somewhere in the school, near the indoor pool. That's where Lagoona finds him. Deuce realizes that she is not alone. She is accompanied by Sirena von Boo and Neighthan Rot. When he asks about them, Lagoona tells him that she became friends with Sirena in their previous class. They saw him run out of the hallway and read the blog. Lagoona and Sirena went to look for him, they ran into Neightan and he joined the search. (mainly because Avea and Bonita were still in class)

This is where I cut the explanatory text and give the concise points of this particular plot:

The plot itself has the hybrids talking about feelings and experiences. Trying to help each other in all this sea of ​​rumors and staring. Mainly by comforting Deuce and letting him open up to them.

There would be some scene with Draculaura and Clawd talking about their relationship. The topic of vampire biology would be touched upon a little. How they age and mature slower than other deadly monsters.

I would also have Deuce and Cleo talking about this matter.

Also the reaction of the students, encouraged in a negative way by Toralei, towards Deuce and his "deception".

In general: Lots of feelings, heavy conversations and ✨drama✨

Now you will ask yourself: Where is the time travel plot in all this? Good. Let's go back to the moment of Rotter pointing at Frankie.

After watching the teacher leave the classroom, Frankie lies down on his table and writhes in his misery. Robecca and Ghoulia who were by her side comfort her and ask her what's wrong. She explains that she has nothing useful to expose. His parents avoided the topic of family too much and gave him nothing to work with. So you're probably going to fail the class. Invisibilly appears (because he is another gossiper) and comments that he also goes through the same thing. His father isn't the most talkative when it comes to whatever turned him into a monster. Billy has a suspicion that it was an experiment gone wrong but he has no idea. He believes his father is looking to take the secret to the grave. Here Jackson Jekyll joins the conversation. (because in this school the concept of "private conversation" does not exist) Jackson comments that if there is a family that loves to keep secrets, it is the Jekyll family. It was easier for him to help Heath by putting together the family tree of his elemental family, than it was for Holt to find SOMETHING about his mother's family. They know that their great-grandfather is the one who started the whole Hyde thing but they don't know anything else. Not even what year his grandfather was born or how his great-grandfather Henry Jekyll and his great-grandmother met. It all seems like a big secret that no one should know about.

As he listens to them complain, Robecca has an idea. His father, before he disappeared, was a lover of science in general. He lived many years collecting information, meeting other scientists and doing his own experiments. She suggests they look for something in her father's workshop. Hopefully, they can find something regarding the Stein or Jekyll family. (Robecca apologizes to Billy for not being able to find a solution to his problem but he rejects her. He doesn't care much) Ghoulia was going to say something regarding work but after watching Deuce and Cleo leave the room, she decided that it was easier to help this group with their homework.

This is how Robecca, Frankie, Ghoulia, Billy and Jackson go to the Hexiciah Steam workshop.

While there, they don't find much. At least until Billy stumbles upon plans for a time machine. This draws the attention of the rest. Robecca takes a look at the plans and searches the workshop if there is something similar there. And, indeed, it was a large machine that was in the middle of the room. As they examine the machine, Billy comments that it would be great to test if the thing works and use it to do his homework. That makes them pause and contemplate the idea. The first to be against it is Ghoulia. She doesn't think it's very smart to mess with the timeline just for a school project. Frankie and Jackson support her. But Jackson also comments on how MAYBE if they didn't interact with anyone and were just there to watch, they wouldn't actually be doing anything. It also suggests it could be a good thing for Robecca. After all, it's the most direct way he can find clues to his father's whereabouts. This raises the robot's hopes. Ghoulia is still against it but after seeing her friends' hopeful looks, she decides that MAYBE it's not such a bad idea. As long as the necessary measures are taken. The girls and boys celebrate this beforehand and look for anything about the operation of the machine. They discover that for the machine to work and there to be a way to return, someone needs to be in the current era. Monitoring travelers through bracelets that serve as trackers and controls that allow them to travel by time and place. Ghoulia and Jackson note that there is a very specific way these bracelets work but decide to find out later. Since this was just a round trip to see if the machine worked in the first place. So with everything prepared Robecca, Frankie, Jackson and Billy get ready for the test trip. Ghoulia gives them the go-ahead and turns on the machine. The quartet enters the machine and goes to a year not too distant, just to try it out. More specifically 1950's New Salem.

In fact, the machine works! After watching a bit, the four try to go back to their time to tell the zombie. But can not. No matter how hard they try, the bracelets don't send them back to their time. In reality, it sends them randomly to other places and times. They panic a little (A LOT).

Currently, Ghoulia is worse. The disused machine was broken enough that it had imperfections that none of them noticed. So now the machine was causing fluctuations in time itself. Making time go slower or faster randomly. This is also causing beasts and animals from different places and times to appear today. Not to mention that, for some reason, his friends can't come back. So it's up to Ghoulia Yelps to fix the time machine, prevent the timeline from being destroyed, send the beasts and animals where they belong, and bring his friends back. It's... A pretty normal Monday, if Ghoulia is allowed to comment.

So this subplot has:

Jackson, Robecca, Billy and Frankie traveling through time. Uncovering family secrets and finding clues to the whereabouts of Hexiciah Steam.

To them trying to survive times that they only read about in books, saw in movies or paintings.

And Ghoulia saving the day behind the scenes.

Yes... A standard Monday.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading. I hope you have a happy new year and I wish you the best of luck in meeting your new year goals. 🎆❤️✨🎆