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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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will you, won’t you

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato x F!Reader

Notes: Inspired by @cinnamonest’s Kamisato Ayato/Teacher modern AU. Please read her lovely piece beforehand for further context! This is an alternate take on Ayato inviting his teacher inside at the year-end event. Please heed the warnings before you read this one.

Warnings: Age gap [ Ayato is 18, reader is 20+ ], student/teacher with the student initiating, drunk sex.

CW: Not sfw, non-con, coercion, manipulation, implied blackmail, power imbalance.

WC: 4k

Taglist: @babyybitchhh, @chelbizzaro

The sound of your heart beating heavy in your chest nearly drowns out the hum from the celebration happening outside. You shouldn’t have allowed Ayato to lead you away from the crowd, but trying to back away now would cause more problems than it would solve. Seconds pass while you stand, staring blankly until the sound of Ayato repeating your name breaks you out of your trance. The slightest furrow of his brow at your inattention isn’t lost on you, but the microexpression fades so quickly that you think you might have imagined it.

“Go ahead and sit down wherever you like,” Ayato says, gesturing with his arm towards the sitting area. He doesn’t wait for you to move before he continues speaking. “Would you like something to drink? I’ll get you bottled water from the fridge…”

Ayato continues speaking as you choose a place to sit, ignoring the fact that you hadn’t actually responded to his question. His chatty nature was something you had grown used to, but even this was almost too much.

Ayato can barely contain his excitement - he knows that he’s probably overwhelming you, but he can’t stop himself from carrying on. You’re here, and you actually agreed to step away from the party with him. To have you here, in his own home, was something he had only dreamed about. (Sure, you probably weren’t thinking the same thing he was, but it was a good start to what Ayato had planned for tonight.) You looked so cute sitting on the couch, squirming nervously. If only you knew what you did to him - ah, but there would be time to think about that later. For now, he’d grab the water bottle he’d offered you.

Ayato opens the fridge and grabs the water before letting out an ‘ah’ of fake surprise, reaching in to grab a bottle of wine that he’d left to chill earlier that day with the intention of getting you to drink some. It was a long shot, but he had to try. He continues talking to distract you as he grabs the two wine glasses he’d stashed in the kitchen area, opening the bottle and pouring it without so much as pausing in order to keep you focused on what he was saying.

Ayato places the two glasses of wine, the bottled water, and the wine bottle itself on a serving tray before making his way back to you. He places the tray on the table and sits down, making sure to leave a respectable distance for the time being. He watches your expression when you realize that he had brought over wine, your eyebrows furrowing. Before you can protest, he starts speaking.

“I know what you’re thinking, but I insist you have at least one sip. It’s a vintage wine that my parents procured recently on one of their business trips.” Ayato holds one of the glasses toward you. “I’ll only drink a small sip as well. We can toast to the end of the year. It’s good luck, you know?”

You take the glass of wine reluctantly, eyeing Ayato with suspicion. You knew that you shouldn’t take a drink, especially when it was a student. Especially when that student was under the legal drinking age. You’d known teachers who had been fired for less… But Ayato rattled your nerves. His congeniality was wrapped with a commanding aura that made refusing him feel impossible.

Well. It was only one, tiny drink… Right? Plus, it was expensive - it probably cost more than your entire year’s salary, if you were being honest with yourself. The opportunity to drink such a decadent wine might not ever present itself again. It’s not a good excuse, but it’s one you’re willing to take.

“Just a small sip.” Your nerves almost make you back down when you see how Ayato’s face lights up, but you ignore the warning bells ringing in your mind in favor of bringing the glass towards your lips and tipping the wine into your mouth - and oh, it’s good. Light and fruity with the slightest hint of spice, and smooth when you swallow. It’s the kind of wine that would be very easy to overindulge in.

Ayato watches hungrily as you take a sip, his eyes honing in on your lips as you pour the liquid into your mouth. ‘Not properly savored’, he thinks, but the fact that you don’t know the correct way to drink wine is charming to him. He’ll teach you. It really didn’t matter now, though, not when he was witnessing such a lovely sight. He lifts his glass up and swirls the liquid in a circular motion before he takes a sip, savoring the only drop of alcohol he’d planned on consuming tonight. Ayato's cheeks turn pink when he looks over and sees a smile on your face, and fights himself to swallow his sip without choking. The expression on your face was one he hadn’t seen in a long time - natural happiness. Though he wishes it was directed at him, he relishes in it nonetheless.

“I take it that you like it?” Ayato asks. You nod at him, a smile still on your lips, and he feels his face growing warmer. “I’m glad.” To keep you drinking, Ayato had calculated, he’d engage you in menial conversation. He knew from attending many, many work events with his parents that people were wont to use alcohol as a social lubricant, and often took sips of it between conversations to gloss over any awkward silences. Even if you’d only said you’d take one sip, the reality was different.

Ayato begins by asking you easy questions, like ‘How was your school year?’ and ‘Any plans for the summer?’ It’s easy enough to keep the conversation going despite the middling replies you give him. He has to contain his excitement every time you take a sip of the wine, almost unconsciously, between answering him and listening to his replies. You’d ignored the water bottle completely in favor of the wine, which you were downing quickly.

The wine hits your system faster than you expect. The ‘one sip’ you’d told yourself you’d stick to turned to two, turned to three, and then turned to the whole glass. Excuses came easier as your mind became pleasantly hazy, and you don’t say anything at all when Ayato refills your empty glass. You still had a hold of yourself, definitely… You could still get up and leave. Ride services were a call away, so there was nothing to worry about.

Ayato’s questions become more personal the drunker you get, though you barely notice. Your answers come easier, the urge to reply with short quips falling away as the wine melts away your inhibitions. You don’t notice, either, that Ayato has inched closer to you. His thigh is pressed against your own, but you only register it as pleasant warmth rather than an uncomfortable invasion of your space.

By the end of your third glass, your head feels light and floaty. Time seems to slow down, and the feeling in your head reminds you of nights spent with friends in your college years. It’s nice, and Ayato’s voice is so soothing… You should really be worried, but maybe you were wrong about him. Maybe he just needed someone to listen all along.

And then, he asks something odd. It’s not enough to shock you sober, but it makes your eyes widen in surprise.

“Have you ever thought about retiring early?” At the expression on your face, Ayato quickly starts to explain. “You’re still quite young, and you must have other things you want to do. What if you had someone to take care of you so you could settle down?”

What exactly was Ayato asking of you? He couldn’t be serious, could he? Your train of thought was halted by the fuzziness in your brain, and instead of thinking too seriously about it, you giggle. Ayato’s mouth opens like he wants to say more, but he closes it and merely watches as you fall into a fit of giggles.

“You’re funny, Ayato,” you manage in-between giggles. “That’s sweet. But who would be taking care of me?”

Ayato presses his hand over his mouth and frowns. Did you really not understand? Perhaps he had given you too much alcohol. Things could be salvaged, though - he’d just have to show you. When he drops his hand from his mouth, he leans in and clumsily presses his lips to yours.

You gasp and try to pull back, but Ayato’s arms snake around your waist to hold you in an iron grip. He pulls away and sighs.

“Don’t you understand? I’ll take care of you. Let me show you.” You pull away as far as you can, trying to ignore the unwanted flutter of pleasure from the kiss. It wasn’t even a good kiss, but your drunken brain registered any modicum of pleasure as something worth chasing.

“W-we can’t, Ayato,” The words spill from your mouth, and Ayato huffs, impatient.

“We can,” he states. “You’re not my teacher any longer.” Ayato leans forward and captures your lips again, your brain fizzing out as his tongue swipes at your lips. It’s not awkward any longer, the stolen kiss from earlier simply a fluke. Every logical part in your brain is telling you to pull away, but the part of you that wants to feel good drowns it out, though just barely. Even though your response is delayed, Ayato responds with enthusiasm when he feels you lean into the kiss instead of pulling away again.

When he breaks the kiss for a second time, his face is flushed. It’s the most undone you’ve ever seen him look. A sudden wave of dizziness hits you and Ayato gives you a sympathetic look, clicking his tongue.

“You’re probably overheating. Let’s get you out of those hot clothes.” His words don’t register until you feel his fingers at the hem of your shirt.

“No, that’s… It’s too much.” You protest. Ayato hums in acknowledgment but presses on. Any squirming you do is nothing compared to his strength. You’re helpless against him as he removes your shirt, neatly folding it before placing it on the edge of the couch. You hate to admit that the cool air against your skin does feel good. No - it shouldn’t, but then Ayato’s cold hands are skimming across your sides and you can’t think—

You should stop him. You really should. But then his hands are pushing your bra up and baring your breasts to him, nipples already hard. The shame you feel is fleeting when Ayato dips his head down and licks a stripe up your neck before he begins to press hurried kisses down your chest.

It feels good. It feels wrong. The pang of arousal in your stomach is undeniable, but it churns in disgust all the same. What should you do? What can you do when Ayato is looking at you like that?

Ayato, for his part, is barely holding on to what little control he has left.

Ayato, always so careful about the image he projects, can barely contain himself at the sight of your bare breasts. He dips forward and places his lips over your right nipple, experimentally sucking at the hardened bud. The moan that rumbles from your chest spurns him forward, and he responds by flicking his tongue across the tender nub a few times before switching back to sucking on it. He’s so hard beneath his slacks that he feels like he’s about to burst - but Ayato is determined to properly worship you. If his words couldn’t sway your opinion, his body would have to do. He’d show you.

“S’too much,” You mumble. The haze clouding your mind and the heaviness in your limbs prevent your thought that you need to push him away before it goes too far. This was beyond inappropriate (as if it hadn’t been beyond inappropriate three glasses of wine ago), but if you could stop him now, the two of you could just forget this happened. “Ayato,” you say, with more force.

He pulls off of your nipple with a pop, his face flushed. Ayato’s gaze finds yours right away, the hunger in his eyes evident. The intensity of his look sends a shiver up your spine, and it’s at that moment that you realize there’s no stopping him. From the second you’d agreed to come to this party, he must have had things planned out. Ayato had no doubt realized you’d come to an understanding, and promptly dipped his head back down to give your left nipple the same attention he’d given your right.

Ayato sucks fervently at your nipple while his hand comes up to pinch your already-abused bud, his nimble fingers tweaking and pulling at it with inexperience. His inexperience is made up for by his affinity for quick learning, and it only takes a few minutes for him to start using his fingers in a way that feels good. You moan unabashedly as he works your chest, aided by the wine you’ve consumed. The full effects of the alcohol had hit you with full force by now, and you were helpless to do anything but accept what Ayato wanted to do to you.

Ayato wants to worship you - wants to explore your body in full until he knows you inside out, but his lack of experience with sex is pushing him to get his cock inside you over doing anything else.

There will be a next time, Ayato knows. He’ll show you as many times as he needs to that he’s perfect for you, that he’s capable of giving you the life you should be living.

Ayato lifts his head from your chest and takes in the blissed-out expression on your face, his cock twitching. The wine was the right choice, and though he’d rather you be fully present, the brainless state you were in was getting to him more than he’d like to admit. He doesn’t linger on the thought too long, instead moving to take off your pants. Ayato doesn’t bother admiring your panties, quickly removing them and placing them to the side before he’s tugging his cock out of his pants.

You know what’s coming, and you weakly protest again, whining when Ayato awkwardly presses your legs to the side.

“Nooo,” you whimper, weak. “I can… use my hand. Or my mouth,” You let the words fall from your mouth, desperate. “We can’t…”

Ayato slides between your legs, ignoring your protests, and brings one of his hands up to cup your chin. “It’s okay,” He coos. “You’ll be my first. I want it to be you.”

His words feel like a punch to the stomach. It made it all the worse. You can’t do it, you can’t be that for him. “But—” You start to protest, but the nudge of Ayato’s cock against your slit makes you startle. Any words you had left to say in an attempt to persuade him die in your throat. Arousal burns hot in your stomach again, your body responding to stimuli despite the dismay swirling in your mind.

Ayato has to stop himself from burying himself inside of you in one stroke. Just the touch of his sensitive cock against your slick pussy made him feel crazed. He understood now why so many of his peers were desperate to sneak away and fuck at every opportunity. He’d read things and watched porn, of course, but being a breadth away from fucking his longtime obsession was better than anything he’d ever fantasized about.

He can’t wait any longer.

Ayato uses his free hand to grab your hip and drags his cock through your pussy lips once more before he presses into you, his head catching your entrance after a few sloppy attempts.

Just the tip of his cock inside your warm walls makes Ayato groan, the hand around your hip tightening into a painful grip. You whine at the stretch as he continues to push forward. His cock was thick, and though your arousal helped, it’d been a long time since you’d been fucked - let alone by such a thick cock.

Ayato rubs his thumb against your cheek as he continues to press into you, attempting to soothe you while trying to focus on not coming instantly. He lets out a guttural noise once he’s sunken to the hilt - he never imagined that sex would feel this good. The fact that his virgin cock is inside of you makes the feeling beyond euphoric. He squeezes his eyes shut, knowing that if he meets your gaze or looks down to see where the two of you are connected, he’ll come instantly.

“You feel so good,” Ayato huffs, not daring to move. “I can’t ever let you go.” His sudden possessive tone startles you, and the gravity of the situation seems to hit you all at once. The pleasant haze you were in dissipates, and you squeak out a panicked noise. Ayato’s eyes open, unable to resist the temptation to look at you.

“O-oh, fuck,” Ayato breathes out, biting down hard on his lip as his orgasm hits without warning - the look on your face combined with everything else was too much for him to bear. He keeps his gaze locked on yours as he comes, each throb of his cock so intense that you can feel it against your walls. His fingers grip your hip with such force that there are certain to be bruises left on those spots in the morning.

Ayato’s face flushes bright red. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him look. “I’m so sorry,” he blurts out. He doesn’t make a move to pull out, though. Ayato closes his eyes for a moment and grounds himself, breathing in and out. You wouldn’t judge him, would you? No… He knew you weren’t that sort of person. Before you can even try to move away or speak up, you feel his cock hardening inside of you. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Please, we can’t,” You start rambling, trying to pull yourself back and away. Ayato’s grip on you is like iron. His eyes fly open, the hungry expression you’d seen before painting his gaze once again. “You came inside, we have to… Have to do something about it. Please, Ayato—”

“Shh.” Ayato presses a finger to your lips and smiles. His cock twitches inside of you, and he sighs. “We can’t end on that note. You wouldn’t deny me a good first time, would you?” He experimentally pulls out until just his tip is resting inside of you before he shoves himself back in, the cum inside of you making a squelching noise. It makes your stomach turn. “It’s the least you can do if you don’t agree to my offer,” Ayato purrs. The speed at which he had recovered control of the situation was nothing less than you expected from the prestigious teen, but to experience it in this situation made your blood run cold.

You lay there, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks, as Ayato continues to violate you.

At some point, you must have blacked out. When you wake up, you’re cleaned of any mess and dressed in your clothing again. You blink wearily, heart stopping for a moment when you spot Ayato above you - and then you realize your head is laying on his lap. You try to spring up, but nausea roils in your stomach and you’re forced to lay back down.

“Don’t try to get up so fast,” Ayato scolds. He runs a hand across your forehead, clicking his tongue. “You still feel quite hot. You must have drank too much.”

It feels like you’re in a different reality than him. Was he just going to ignore what he’d done? How much time had passed? Seeming to read your mind, Ayato smiles.

“We can talk about that in the morning. You were only out for about an hour.” Ayato gently lifts your head from his lap and stands, offering his arm to you. Knowing that you otherwise might tumble over, you reluctantly take it.

“I need to get home,” you start, but Ayato hushes you as he begins to lead you out of the lounge.

“You’ll stay here, of course.” Ayato’s tone leaves no room for arguments. “My parents are gone, and Ayaka is going to a friend’s house tonight. All the housekeepers know to remain out of this wing until tomorrow morning.” Ayato continues, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Besides, you’re still drunk. It’d be irresponsible of you to drive.”

“Then I’ll call a ride service,” You protest. Ayato frowns, but you press on. “I can’t stay here. We… I… I already messed up. I need to get out of here.” Your words grow more hurried as you speak, panic starting to rise in your throat. “P-please, just give me my phone.”

Ayato shakes his head and tuts. “No. I already told you what’s happening. The guest room is already done up for you.” He pauses and then raises one eyebrow. “Or you can stay in my room. I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

You scoff, and your stomach rolls again. You just wanted to be left alone. There was no point in arguing with him further. Your phone was gone, and it was unlikely you’d be able to snatch his phone. Any technology was sure to be locked down by passwords, and it was highly unlikely there were any landlines. You were well and truly stuck for the night.

“Fine,” you say. “Take me to the guest room.”

“Good girl,” Ayato coos. It makes you want to scream. “Though I’d prefer you to stay in my room, I think some alone time will be good for you. You’ll be able to think about my offer and reflect on what happened tonight.” Ayato doesn’t wait for a reply and begins to walk you out of the lounge and toward the bedrooms. He continues to speak as he guides you, his voice soft. “In the morning, Thoma will be here. He’s an excellent cook, and I’ve told him so much about you… Ah, I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

As you’re walking through the halls, Ayato’s hand tight on your arm, you can faintly hear the party continuing outside. It occurs to you that someone will notice you’re missing and that maybe Ayato had overlooked such a glaring detail. You wrestle against bringing it up or not, but Ayato interrupts your thoughts as if he can read your mind.

“Don’t worry about your absence from the party. I don’t wish to offend you, but the other students probably didn’t even notice you.” He gives you a sympathetic look, and your mouth curls into a frown. “They’re more worried about getting alcohol. Even if someone were to notice, they’re not going to remember by the end of the night.”

Ayato stops in front of a door at the end of the hall, producing a key from his pocket to unlock it. You eye it warily, realizing that the door only locks from the outside.

So quickly had Ayato’s charm turned to cunning, his kindness laced with poison.

Before he unlocks the door, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I know that’s not much compared to what we just did,” he says, voice airy. “But I don’t want to get carried away. You’ll certainly need tonight’s rest.” He chuckles as he finally unlocks the door, holding it open for you. You slink inside and turn to shut the door, finding that Ayato is still standing there.

“What?” You ask flatly.

“I just wanted to tell you good night,” he says, practically pouting. “And to remind you of my offer.” Ayato slips his phone from his pocket and fiddles with it for a moment before turning it in your direction, revealing the screen to show a paused video of your naked body, wine glass placed in your hand. Your eyes widen, and you really think you might throw up. “There’s more,” Ayato says. “But I’ll keep those to myself for now. Just give my offer serious thought, okay?”

There’s nothing more you can say to him. Bile rises in your throat as Ayato bids you good night and shuts the door behind him, the clink of the lock latching sealing your fate for the night.

#my writing #not sfw #non con cw #dub con cw #genshin impact.txt #genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #dark content #dead dove do not eat #age gap cw #student/teacher cw #see the post for more warnings #afab reader #credit for the original concept goes to @cinnamonest #please read her fic first for context!#link to it is in the description

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wolfnlamb · 11 months

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Hayakawa Aki, college instructor, who has a crush on you.

Disclaimers: under 18 DO NOT INTERACT. teacher x student just in case (the reader is a graduate student, works in the same university department as Aki, isn’t his student, they’re close in age) short drabble, spicy fantasy. I may continue more on this idea. Fem reader w/ long hair. Breasts squeezing. Dirty talk..? Not proofread.

Aki laughed with you in the small office, stacks of research papers strewn about the desk, waiting to be graded. He slid his chair across the carpeted floor, wanting to be closer to you. Joking about the end of the semester whirlwind had become a habit you both formed each day, hiding in his tiny office: Complaining about the short time you both have when it comes to grading, the ridiculous excuses you’ve heard from certain students about their reasons for missing class, or how horrible the parking had become on campus.

His office was a secret, safe haven for you two.

Your hair had fallen across your face as you giggled, and he seized the opportunity to cradle the strands in his fingers and sweep them behind your neck. He knew what he was doing. He was too close, but he’d been inching his way closer as the time passed as your friendship grew deeper. He knew he was looking for an excuse to lean in further, to encompass more of your space, to have clear view of your face and lips while you smiled downward.

He hesitated for a moment, waiting for you to push him away. But you didn’t. Your eyes were half-lidded, watching his careful but eager movements. And then he gave in; his lips grazed the side of your mouth, then over your Cupid’s bow, before diving in completely. You kissed him back, the sound of your lips clicking softly with each press.

Terror spread throughout your limbs. This shouldn’t be happening and you know it. It’s wrong. It wouldn’t matter that Aki isn’t your instructor; he’s your colleague essentially. But isn’t it too late now? His tongue darted out, prodding to meet yours, coaxing you to lick him back. And you did.

Both of your chests began heaving; an aching heat surged between your legs as his hand cradled the back of your neck, holding you in place. Soon it was all too fast; your fingers dug into his chest, his trailed down to your breasts, kneading them greedily. The office door was still ajar, allowing any moment for someone to walk in on you two.

“Wait—“ you whisper, breaking from his lips. But he wouldn’t move far from you. He stayed within an inch of your mouth, knowing he needed more of you. Knowing he’d steal more from you.

Aki sighed; “I could fuck you right here,”

He pressed his forehead to yours desperately.

“I think about it all the time.”

You know you shouldn’t have, but you asked anyway:

“What do you think about?”

His hand slid under your shirt and to find your breast, “I think about fucking you from behind, over this desk.”

#aki hayakawa x reader #csm drabbles #hayakawa aki x reader #teacher x reader #cw teacher x student

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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Dubcon mating with alpha dream except hob knows EXACTLY what hes doing:) hob has been all but throwing himself at dream all semester all "ohh wow i would NEVER leave MY alpha like that.. too bad i dont even have one :(" hell cut it as close as possible going to class through his pre heat just to hopefully give dream a wiff of how slick and fertile he is. Dream does not seem to notice. But hob is one of the few omegas in the school this year so hob thinks his chances are pretty good to be able to get him in rut. He follows dream to his office all smug and confident. But he wasnt prepared for how overwhelming getting held down and rut fucked was!! Hes trying to crawl away despite himself but only gets hornier when dream physically drags him back. Hob has fooled around before but never done more than some over the clothes stuff with an actual alpha.. dream gives him his first knot and latches his teeth to the back of his neck to mate him as well. Hob is a bit teary and dream still hasnt come back to himself.. his pants were ripped off his body along with his underwear but dream lays on top of him so hes not cold. Hob is determined to keep his alpha though. Hes got his gym clothes in his bag and he drags dream off to his own room, planning to hide long enough that the bond solidifies and an emergency break wouldn't be possible anymore :) good thing dream isnt awake to make hob see someone for that!! Hes got a weird sense of honor and hob is doing all he can to make the bond permanent before dream can get in his way :)

-🔪

Oh YES. Sneaky, sneaky Hob. This is excellent.

Hob is ambitious, ok? He’s been told all his life that he’ll never get anywhere or be anything. He sees it as his job to prove people wrong. So he has a plan: put himself through uni, get a fantastic fucking job, and get himself the most eligible alpha he can find.

Not necessarily in that order.

Dream is just perfect. Clever, rich, handsome. Hob can’t understand why anyone would leave him, but he’s not complaining. With Dream’s previous mating bond gone, Hob is free to make his move. He’s a little scared of how it will work out, but Dream has been nice to him and shown an interest in Hob! Not in a sexual way, but that’s only because he’s too professional. Hob is sure that Dream won’t object to them being mated. Hob isn’t the perfect omega, but he’ll do his best. He’s (mostly) a virgin, and he plans to take good care of his alpha. What more could Dream want?

And once he becomes lucid again, Dream is surprisingly compliant. He doesn’t seem angry. He panics at first, but once Hob assures him that he wanted Dream to fuck him and mate him, he just kind of… accepts it. He takes Hob home to his big empty house. He just seems pleased to have an omega around the place!

Hob gets his comeuppance for his sneakiness, because the house isn’t entirely empty. Dream soon introduces Hob to… his son. Orpheus is preschool aged and spends his time split between Dream and Calliope’s homes. Hob is suddenly thrust into the role of step-parent to a child who could conceivably be his sibling, while Dream breathes a sigh of relief because he really needs all the help he can get with Orpheus.

But Hob doesn’t believe in giving up! He rolls up his sleeves (figuratively and literally), speedily reads a couple of websites about blended families, and decides that he’s going to be the best fucking step-parent anyone has ever seen. He does regret his underhanded behaviour a tiny bit, but he’s made his bed and now he’s going to lie in it.

And he still gets to ride Dream’s dick at the end of the day, so… it could be a lot worse. Every time Dream grabs him at the waist and pulls him back onto his cock, shoving his knot more firmly into his hole, Hob remembers how it all started… and he’s honestly really looking forward to his next heat. Dream fucked him so good in his rut, so Hob is pretty sure that spending a pheromone loaded heat with him is going to be amazing. And maybe they’ll even make a little sibling for Orpheus :D

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw teacher/student #cw dubcon

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bluetortoist · 1 month

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Time for another Batman OC! Again not too awful original, but this one is my own take on the Brave and the Bold character Scream Queen.

She was Crane's star student, who became obsessively hopelessly in love with him enough to follow him down his path of a rogue while also both, harboring a complicated romantic relationship together. This one's a little dubious sooo

CW: Stalking, Student/Teacher descriptions down below

Name: Kathleen "Kathy" Holloway

Alias: Scream Queen

Age: 27

Gender: Cis Female

Identifies: Bisexual

Race: Human

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Birth town: Gotham Heights

Current Living: Grand Avenue

Allegiance: True Neutral- Neutral Evil

Powers/Abilites:

Cursed hooded dress - Her magically cursed dress hoodie gives her many different abilities, such as below:

Flight

Invisibility

Sonic Scream - one of, if not her only, means of attack. It let's out powerful screams enough to blast through concrete and even metal to an extent. Every scream she emits is different sounding than the last; She hypothesized that the different screams it omits are most likely the screams it's collected from all of its past victims.

Life Force Draining - This ability is what helps power her Sonic Scream. It emits a different colored beam that is used to literally take the breath away of any living thing until the victim is drained completely of their life force (their breath per se), leaving them as a completely immobile, breathless husk. This, remarkably, is also collected by the cloak and stored as another victims scream to add to the ever-growing collection. This can and WILL kill the victim if not treated right way.

Medical/ Pharmaceutical Knowledge - Her family background and her Major in college has made her very knowledgable in the ways of treating illnesses, injuries, and even some knowledge in drugs/medicine. Even though she never got licensed, they are skills that absolutely do in a pinch and help with Crane in the lab sometimes.

History: Kathy Holloway was born into a wealthy family who does business selling medical technology. Perhaps not as wealthy and as influential as names like Wayne, but were still known and respected fairly well by those around them since they help contribute to some of the hospitals in Gotham. In her childhood, Kathy was determined by teachers to be intellectually smart for her age. However, she was als considered "the creepy weird girl" that her peers hated to be around or bullied her. It also didn't help that she had little interest in what other people her age liked and would sometimes get into arguments and fights with other kids. She was bothering a lot of her peers to the point that word got around and even her family couldnt help but think she was a problem child. But in response to her high intellect, they made her spend a few years of her childhood studying, then counseling at school and then taking finishing lessons at home as a means of keeping her in line and shaping her to be "normal" enough. It put a lot of pressure and hurtful abuse on her self esteem. She still wouldn't break from her usual self, but she tried her best to play along just so it could stop. When Kathy became 13, it started to feel pointless to her parents, and she was then considered "not to be bothered with anymore" and focuses on furthering her younger brother's growth instead.

Later on in highschool, it was at least a little less restricting than it was at home. Kathy was still ostracized among peers who grew up with her, but still managed to become friends and eventually a relationship with a senior year boy. However, she quickly became infatuated with him to the point of stalking him. She was caught and had a restraining order put on her, she was suspended from school for a time, which isolated her even more. She managed to graduate highschool with relatively no troubles, but as soon as she did, her family kicked her out of home, and cut her off after feeling too much shame from their failed and disturbed child. She hasn't made any attempt to contact any of them since. Luckily, Kathy had some money to her name, enough to find a place to stay, found a job at a nearby metaphysical shop, which was then when she found the cursed hooded dress that she decided to keep. When she discovered its frightening abilities, she quickly begun figuring out how it works and, taking inspiration from her favorite horror movies, uses its powers to commit small, haunted robbery's that left police and detectives baffled at how this is even happening. Gotta pay the rent and food somehow.

After a while, after finally scraping and stealing enough, Kathy uses said money to finally get into Gotham University. It was there she met Proffessor Crane, taking one of his Psycology classes. She didn't think much of him at first, but as soon as he acknowledged her intelligence and in her assignments (considering her one of his star students), how she saw how he revelled in his obsession with fear, and his phobia experiments on other people, she felt a kinship to him and his dark eccentricities and fell instantly in love with him. She would stalk him for a few months after that, trying to get his attention in any way subtle way she could. There was reluctance, but Jonathan gave in and thus begun having a relationship with his star student, albeit brief. She still stalked him, even finding out that he has taken on the Scarecrow persona after hearing how he was fired and kicked out of the school for his horrible experiments.

She continued her schooling after his attack on the University until she eventually got her masters, but continued keeping tabs on his whereabouts and activities. Even taking on her Scream Queen persona to help him out of a jam or two (much to Scarecrows confusion and uneasiness at first). She was finally caught one night when she got a little too brave sneaking into one of his secret hideouts and they found out both their identities. Scarecrow honestly thought that he would never see her again, let alone all that she has been doing without him noticing OR she was the reason behind a few of his close calls. Nonetheless, he couldnt take that risk no matter how fondly he thinks of her. But in response, Kathy insisted that as a compromise, she stay by his side and work alongside him in whatever he needed; She was more than willing to take this chance to be near him as much as she could. Scarecrow was both reluctant and distrustful at first. She knew his hideout and, apparantly, more so about him than he thought and could use it however she pleased. But on the other hand, she would've done so anytime but didnt and already said she is loyal to him (definitely stroked his ego). He definitely thought her strange abilities could be useful and knew how capable she was already. They, at first, agree to work together in the sense that they could both ruin each other at anytime, but Scarecrow soon starts realizing that they work together a lot better than he thought. Thus begun a complicated, twisted, slow burn romance that he never thought he'd get into with his right hand in fear, "Scream Queen".

Notes/Quirks:

Its typical, but she likes horror movies from all range of subgenres, but has a personal love for the ghost/haunting genre; she knows a very good amount of horror trivia; Some of her favorite directors are Dario Argento, James Whale and Wes Craven.

While in school, Kathy minored in Film/Acting because of her love of horror media and the means of producing and acting in them. Taking much inspiration from the actresses and female characters is what made her borrow the term "Scream Queen" as her alias.

While working at the metaphysical shop. She learned a few things like tarot reading from a former friend/employee of hers. She didn't entirely believe it (at least not at first before she found a literal magic hoodie for crying out loud!), but she thinks it's all very interesting to learn about.

She prefers to be called by her shorter name "Kathy" because she doesn't like her full name or when other people use it. Jonathan is one of the handful of people whom she let's call her "Kathleen".

The only family members that Kathy can say she remembers fondly or indifferently towards to was her little brother, and her estranged Aunt on her mother's side. Her Aunt being the one person she felt connected to due her Aunt also being seen as an embarrassment by her family. She unfortunately passed away when Kathy was 11. Kathy and her little brother, sadly didn't spend much time together. Her brother would be constantly away in his own schedule their parents made and was 7 when Kathy was kicked out. He doesn't remember much about her.

#art #dc #batman #btas #batman tas #batman the animated series #btas oc #batman tas oc #btas scarecrow #scarecrow #jonathan crane #cw stalking #cw student/teacher #some stuff might change in the future idk

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bumblingbabooshka · 7 months

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B'Elanna/Seven trying to do a teacher x student roleplay but Seven gets too into teaching (there's nothing sexy about it, all very informational) and B'Elanna disagrees academically with something she says and they end up arguing about it for several hours and somehow this still ends with them having sex

#B/7 #cw suggestive #they also argued beforehand over who was the teacher and who was the student

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belligerentbagel · 2 years

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even Atlas has only two hands

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#this one's for all the teachers out there #horror cw #hands cw #draws #after 2.5 years of caution and masking everywhere; i tested positive for covid on wednesday morning (first day of fall semester) 😔#at earliest; i can be back in the classroom on monday #wednesday itself was an absolutely horrible 24 hours (but admittedly the anatomist side of me has been going 'ah! physiological data!')#but thursday and friday were a grim indicator of how much capitalism has rotted my brain #because after getting through 24 hours of a MASSIVE illness with undetermined long-term effects; i felt compelled to return to the #6-hr-sleep 18-hr-waking cycle that i was accustomed to; out of GUILT for falling behind in work #(note: i was NOWHERE near 100% back on thursday. i could have charitably been put at 50% - still headaches & fatigue & productive coughs)#a friend had to very sternly tell me 'you cannot solve structural problems through constant 80-hour-week heroic measures'#'you especially cannot do this when you are recovering from a debilitating illness which has the potential to remain a -#- serious lingering problem if you overwork yourself'#like. gods. yeah. it's not my fault that my classrooms are stuffed to the student maximum that our union has valiantly maintained #it's not my fault that the district only gave us one pre-semester prep day; meaning that my room & plans were left unfinished before day one #and - even bigger; it's not my fault that public health in the US is careening into 'can we pretend hard enough like nothing's happening'#my students will have a milquetoast start this fall semester. that is fine.#their teacher might not be able to stand and talk for longer than ten minutes at a time #i will do what i can. i still care about them. i am reading their introduction emails and smiling a bunch.#but i refuse to allow myself to be consumed in order to keep this fire lit.

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skateironicallycantskate · 1 month

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SO I WAS READING THE MANGA ONLINE AND

WHAT

#cw: suicide mention #cw: student x teacher mention #<- ew #danganronpa #danganronpa manga #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #kazuichi souda #official manga #not canon but official #<- I HOPE IT’S NOT CANON

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jess1esg1rl · 14 days

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HOT FOR TEACHER

— young!teacher gracie abrams × student fem!reader

c/w: slightly noncon, teacher×student, gracie has a g!p, submissive!reader, nipple play, fingering, manipulation, squirting, unprotected sex, mommy kink, slapping, degradation kink

I sat in the back of class, watching my teacher. God, she looked so hot in her mini skirt and white shirt, she was young, 27.

I could feel myself getting wet as I fantasized about her touching me. The class ended, I hadn't been paying attention, until she came up to me "Y/n, are you okay?" She asked, I hurriedly nodded, stuffing my stuff in my bag fastly.

I needed to get out of there. I stood up, about to walk away, but she grabbed my wrist, "Wait, y/n, I need to talk to you about something."

Jesus

I sat back down reluctantly, not meeting her eyes. "Yes?" I asked, "I need you to actually look at me, while I talk to you." She says I sigh heavily, finally meeting her eyes, "Yes?" I ask again begrudgingly, "Y/n, you've been falling behind in class, has something been distracting you?" She asks concernedly

Why is she so nice? I wondered, now I have no reason to be mean to her, so I just shrug. She puts her hand on my shoulder, "Y/n, I know it's not nothing. What's been bothering you?" She asks, as she sat down beside me.

"You" I blurt before I can even think, her eyes widen and she furrows her brows, "What?" She asks confused, I sigh, "Nothing, nevermind." I shake my head.

I stood up But she quickly forced my legs back down, she's towering over me. I look away from her, she pulls my chin back, so I'm forced to look at her, "What's bothering you? And don't you lie to me, y/n." She says, this time she doesn't sound so sweet.

"I...fuck, I can't." I shake my head, "Well, you're not leaving this room untill I get a reason why." She says unwavering, "I have class." I reasoned, even though I didn't give a shit about my class. "I'll give you a late pass, I'm serious, y/n." She says strictly

My cheats flare with blush, "C-Can you move, please?" I ask, stammering slightly. But she just steps closer to me, our knees are brushing, and her face is so close, I can smell her minty breath. She forces my chin up again, "Tell me right now, little girl." She demands

I whimpered quietly, as her knee accidentaly brushed against my clothed crotch, I wasn't wearing underwear and the crotch of my jenas were slightly wet from my arousal.

She seemed to notice, but instead of pulling away, she pushed her knee harder against my crotch, "What is it, little girl?" She asked, but I couldn't speak, soley focused on her knee up agsinst my crotch.

"Hmm?" She asked, then I noticed something, something buldging in her pants, "What's that?" I ask, she furrows her brows, "What?" She asks, but then she saw, "Oh" Is all she muttered. Her confident atmosphere seemed to disperse, as she stepped back.

I sighed, "I can't focus in clsss, because I'm so focused on you." I mutter, I was suprised to hear her say, "I know." I furrow my brows, "What?"

"You're really obvious, you shouldn't stare, it's very rude" She said, she sits on top of me, and then I know what that buldge in her pants is. "Shit..." I moan, "Is that..." I trail off, she kisses me, hot and fast. Grinding her hips into mine, "F-Fuck" I groaned

"Such a dirty mouth on you, little girl" she tsked, this all felt so unreal. I had dreamed about this since I stepped foot into her classroom, it felt like an ungodly fantasy.

"Why-why are you.." I began to ask, but my mouth felt dry, my tongue stuck to the root of my mouth. She got up, I whimpered at the feeling leaving.

"Is this not what you want?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. I shook my head fastly, "I-I-I" I stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence

"Words baby" she said, "Ms. Abrams, I-" I began to say, but I was cut off my her hand striking hard against my cheek, "That's not my name" she said

My mind felt so foggy, I couldn't even think. I just whimpered, giving her a pleading look. She pouted slightly in fake sympathy, she brushed her thumb against my cheek, "Poor baby, can't even think you're so needy"

"Do you want Mommy to put her cock inside your pussy, huh?" She asks, already pulling her skirt down.

I nodded furiously, pratically about to cry from frustration. When she'd got out of her jeans, she unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down.

"Naught girl, I see. No panties, huh?" She tsked, I blushed slightly embarrassed, "So wet, all for me?" She asked, I nodded

She pulled down her boxers, revealing her thick, long, hard cock. I gasped in shock, it was so big, "Suprised, baby?" She chuckled slightly, I was too dumbfounded to speak.

She slowly pushed her cock inside of me, I moaned at the impact "mmph, s-s big" I cried, "Shh, i'll be gentle I promise." She cooed, she slowly went inside of you. Until I didn't think I could take anymore, "P-Please, I can't." I whimpered

She just pushed forcefully all the way inside of me, I was sure she was going to tear me open. "O-Oh, god" I moaned, tears brimming in my eyes

I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, it was all so overwhelmingly good. I threw my head back as I felt my orgasm come on, "Mommy please" I beg blinking back tears, i needed to cum.

"I-I cant" I moaned loudly, my orgasm came over me, I cam hard and fast. As she kept pushing inside of me, slowing down her pace as I rode out my high.

I panted breathlessly, "that'll teach you to pay attention in my class, next time little girl" Ms. Abrams berated, scoldingly.

I couldn't tell if she was serious, and honestly I didn't think I could ever focus in her class again.

#student teacher #gracie abrams #smut #tw noncon #cw #female reader #Smut

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privitivium · 2 months

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favorite blog atm!! loving that prof fic. what if m reader was like showing interest in another classmate of his? how would professor act? reader gets all close to that classmate and starts to distance himself a bit, so professor takes action idk. ty!!

yeszsse.... he'd be insecure n try to be dominant to stop u from hangjn out with the dude. sry for anymistakes - domtop reader

sub prof w amab reader;; jealousy

cw; faint hints of manipulation.

bro he'd be a sore loser!! getting all mopey as you were unexpectedly distancing yourself from him-? no longer seeking him out to jerk him off or even tease his rim at his desk after the hour like you said you would... he was looking forward to it. but it's okay - thinking you just forgot and were too preoccupied with studies that you left without a word - it's okay, he'll have to bring you a warm drink just to show that he cares about you instead, no need to worry about pleasuring him! ㅡ all that care goes down the drain when he sees you in the corner of the little coffee shop with your classmate - one of his students in the back of the café you frequented together?!

he's... too embarrassed to let you see him. walking down the street in his sad little trench coat in shame. thinking about how your hand would feel curling around his tendrils of hair, how your lips would feel brushing against the shell of his ear - how your lips would feel pressing fluttering kisses along the base of his cock... an ugly feeling, a disgusting feeling of nausea settling in. he could never bear to feel so unwanted... look where that got him. divorced ?! and now you - touching on your friend and clearly done with your little plaything as he dubs himself...

all insecure and nervous - something he dislikes the most, especially when it's something like the situation he's in... his object of affection being too close to someone else. gettting distracted from his lectures when he catches sight of you sharing headphones with the damn guy next to you - seemingly whispering and giggling to yourselves, close enough to each other that it seems like you were about to kissㅡugh! he couldn't stand the sight. pausing in his speech - and catching your gaze. immediately looking away and shakily continuing on voicing... he couldnt exactly call you out on it - ... or could he?

ㅡno, he wouldn't make a scene. but he would try to find you after classes... to confront you. he misses you. so much!! he's a needy man who just wants to shove his face in the crook of your neck while being fucked on his desk... you, you, you. it's all he thought about in his past time.

like a puppy,,, confronting you in the library that was partially unlit - and you so happened to be in the dimly lit aisles of books. him being all like " who is that guy...?" saying your name all serious, trying to be stern with the icky feeling of anxiety in the pit of his tummy, trying so hard to get through to you and get his answersㅡshakily continuing and ignoring your look of question, "d-do you not like me anymore?? - i'm so good to you... do our jerk-off sessions mean nothing to you????" he'd try n turn it on you to make you feel bad. doesn't work all too well.

gotta make it up to him by jerking him off like always while muttering apologies and praises. you had no idea he was so damn needy and insecure... grunting as his seed coats your hand relatively quick. snickering to yourself as you wipe it off and offer a kiss - your relationship with your classmate is nothing more than friendly, you mention quietly, glancing down at his hand that was so desperately rubbing against your bulge - but you'll tone the touching down for this whimpering puppy-dog of a man.

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #cw teacher / student #sub male character....#bottom male character #idiot loser fucking professor

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lovelaetter · 11 months

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wait guys just had the most insane thought-

[TEACHER/STUDENT, DUBCON] troublemaker student!minnie and the school has this very strict dress code and she looks for every way to get your attention cause she has this crush on you ☹️ you (finally) lose your patience with her the day she chooses the wear this short skirt, after so many warnings, so you have no choice but give her detention.

her making sure to get late to your classroom after the bell rings just to make you angrier, but so turned on, sure there’s a wet spot in her panties, but also feeling silly cause there’s no way you would actually do something to her, at least not something she fantasizes about… right?

except that when she steps inside your room you tell her to lock the door and close all the blinds and she obeys, but not without staring at you in confusion for a moment. when she turns back to you, you’re holding this ruler in hand and just motions for her to get closer and closer until she’s right in front of you, watching as you hold the hem of her skirt and takes a few measurements, holding it out for her to see then.

the look of confusion in her face when you say “4 inches… four on each side, that makes eight… you can take it, right?” with this grin. smile growing wider and meaner when she asks what do you mean, explaining that “four inches, four spanks on each cheek” and that you can even think of a treat for her after if she counts all of it nicely and convinces you apologizing. at this point pretty girl isn’t listening to a single word, brain all cloudy and static noise, just nodding and blindly obeying when you tell her to bend over your desk and pull up her skirt :(

flinching and trying so hard to hold a loud moan when the first hit of the ruler makes to her skin, gripping at the edge of your desk and saying “one” with a shaky voice. reduced to nothing but a mess of a girl in minutes, kicking and failing more and more at holding her sounds at each hit. wasted in front of you when it ends, panting and with tears rolling down her face, rushing to say “i’m sorry, i’m sorry” when you give her a stern look :(

you said you would give her a treat if she convinced you but she still gasps when you slide her panties down and teases her for being so wet, both hands spreading her cheeks so you can taste her glistening cunt :( she comes so fast, the pain of your fingers gripping her ass and the fresh marks there plus the feeling of you tonguefucking her hole and assaulting her extra sensitive clit being this deadly combo :(

and when you don’t let her take her panties after, shoving the soaked thing inside your purse and saying she can take it back next time… cause there will be a next time, she needs more discipline.

also… she probably starts wearing even shorter skirts just to get more spanks :(

#writing.txt #minnie smut #gidle smut #cw: teacher/student #cw: dubcon

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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So, had some River thoughts the other night and it turned into this whole thing and, uh, enjoy?

V special shout out to @inkyquince for letting me bounce ideas off them =3=💕

M!River; GN!Reader; penetrative sex, reader receiving; oral sex, reader giving; past noncon; teacher/student; unhealthy sex; waaaaay more feelings then originally intended

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Mister River likes the expected. He likes things he can pin down and understand without question. Maths, for example. The rules of the temple, another. He tries not to listen to the stories spread around school. They set him on edge, the unknowable. Mostly untrue but sometimes with a miniscule grain of fact. He once heard a girl say she thought Doren was a werewolf! Imagine that! Ridiculous. But, still, there were others that weren't as easily picked apart and disregard.

Even though he tries to avoid them, he still hears rumors about all the nasty things you do. How you set up a glory hole in the school bathroom. That you come to class smelling of cum and proud of it. That there are pictures, videos, of you floating around online doing all sorts of depraved things, things he can't even fathom.

Not just rumors, either. River has seen you flash your classmates, heard you make crude jokes. He's even witnessed you teasing Whitney, getting the bully riled up until he had to send them out.

When you come shuffling through the doors of the soup kitchen, he expects the worst. But…that's not what he gets.

Dark circles under your eyes whispering of late nights. Voice quick and low as you talk to the nun at the door. A voice begging for no one to notice you, for no one to look your way.

Then there's a moment where you meet his gaze and he sees the shift in you. A rise of shoulders and tensing of your jaw.

And River sees it. Sees you. Bone tired. Scared. The real you. Not the performance you put on during school hours. Not the attitude that keeps others off your back. But someone in need of help.

And someone willing to help.

River expects you to come through the line, take some food and move on. He can bite his tongue, then. He won't ask about your switch in personality or why you're here. He'll serve you and let you eat in peace.

Or, he would have if you didn't take up the station next to him, helping serve those in line.

He wishes you hadn't.

Then, he wouldn't notice the other things about you. He wouldn't see the bruises on your arms or the shake in your hands. Wouldn't hear the soft tone of voice that radiated kindness and warmth that never once made an appearance during school hours.

He wouldn't have to learn to reconcile the notion of your school delinquent persona with this person who was, for a lack of better words, good.

He wouldn't have to get to know you. He wouldn't have taken notice of your small habits. Wouldn't have asked about your day to break the tension that built up between you two, palpable and thick.

Maybe if he hadn't actually listened, maybe if he hadn’t nodded at the right places or chuckled at your jokes, it would have worked out for River. Maybe you wouldn't have opened up around him. Maybe you wouldn't have become more generous with your answers or more free with your laugh. Maybe you wouldn't have asked questions back and maybe he wouldn't have answered.

Maybe he wouldn't have found himself transfixed at the way your lips curved. Wouldn't have noticed the scent of your shampoo as you brushed past him, mumbled apologies as you accidentally grazed his back in your haste to help when called.

He wouldn't have noticed when you went missing.

No, that's wrong. River knows he would have noticed your absence, a hole in a sea of heads in the classroom. But, would he have cared? Really? Truly? Not of the fact you were skipping school but that you were gone?

Because you're not just skipping school. Even on days you skipped, you still showed up to volunteer. You'd give the teacher a crooked smile and mutter about needing to help out with a few things around the orphanage. And River would smile back and pretend to believe you. He wouldn't ask about the soft red in your eyes left behind from crying or the new marks blooming on your skin. If you wanted to talk to him you would, right?

God, he should have asked questions. He should have told you that he'd listen if you needed an ear for more serious matters. Should have asked you if you needed anything when he'd heard some of the soup kitchen regulars trading raunchy stories of just how badly you needed money.

Then there you are again, stumbling through the doors of the soup kitchen. A week. A week you've been gone and River can't help the way his chest constricts when he sees you.

Hair tangled and eyes nearly lifeless, you still manage to smile at River before shuffling into the kitchen to help wash dishes for the day.

River manages to keep it together right until closing, where he offers to drive you back to the orphanage. It's once in his car that you, too, seem to break.

You're crying, chest heaving as your story of the past week tumbles from you in bursts. A debt. A monstrous, all consuming debt. One that you refused to elaborate on but one that ruled your every waking moment. One you had defaulted on last week. One that you had to repay by getting sent into the hands of a hermit living in the forest who wanted you as a spouse.

He stops the car.

It's a blur, moving into the back seat, taking you into his arms and letting you sob against his chest. When you finally calm, your breath evening out, he expects you to sleep. He'll take you to his home and make up the sofa for you. That's his plan, to take you somewhere he knows is safe.

You never followed his preconceived notions. You slide from his lap, kneeling in the cramped back seat, and tug at his trousers.

River is frozen, shock locking him in place as you free his soft cock from the confines of his clothing.

You sigh, a delicate sound after your previous wailes. He jerks back into life as you brush the tip with your lips, trying to wrench away only to remain trapped between you and the seat.

"Please." Your voice is rough, still edged with tears as you look up at him through your lashes, warm hand working his shaft even as he hesitates. "Please. I…I can't get them out of my head. I can't get their taste out of my m-mouth. P-please Mister River. I c-can't-"

You take a shuddering breath, seemingly on the verge of tears again.

River nods. It's a tiny, miniscule fraction of movement, but you see it all the same.

His head hits the back of the seat as you take him into your mouth, eyes closing half from pleasure and half from obligation. This isn't for him. This is for you. Some misguided way for you to feel better, but the only way he can help. Isn't that something the temple preached? Suffering in the name of serving others? Maybe, though he doubted this is what they meant, but that doesn't matter. He'll get through this, for your sake. He can. He will-

River gasps as your tongue swirls around him, hips twitching forward without thought. One of your hands rests on his inner thigh, giving him a soft squeeze as you work. Lewd sounds fill the small car, making it harder and harder for River to keep any semblance of composure.

Haltingly, he reaches out, a tentative hand ghosting over the back of your head. You hum in contentment, the sound making him shudder as he rests a shaking hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair.

To his chagrin, River feels the coil in his stomach tightening, a familiar tingling in his balls. He's going to cum. Not even five minutes into a blow job in the back seat of his car like some fumbling virgin, red faced and shaking, unsure hands.

"St-stop."

You pull off him, soft pop sounding louder than a firecracker in River's burning ears.

He doesn't give himself time to think, pulling you into his lap. You're one step ahead of him, shimmying out of your clothes, exposing yourself to him. There's a moment where he feels about to pass out, head spinning as he sees your naked sex. There are bruises on your hips and thighs, some taking the distinct form of hands and fingers.

Some tiny part of his brain demands he kiss them, to press his lips to every mark left on your skin and baptize it anew with his tongue. He doesn't get the chance as you shift your hips forward, lining yourself up with the tip of his leaking prick.

"W-wait."

You whine, but still, looking at the maths teacher with wide pleading eyes, the unguarded desire and lust in them making his dick twitch dangerously. "Please," you whisper, "Please, don't you…don't want me?"

The hurt in your voice bleeds, runs down River's spine and makes his chest ache. He did. He wanted more than he'd realized. But he had to remember that this wasn't for him. Not for his desire or pleasure. For you. This was for you.

"D-do you want to?" He asked, fighting to keep his voice steady as heat radiated from your body, cockhead still pressing against your hole. "Are you sure?"

You pause, and River can see the wheels turning in your head. It feels like eons, but only lasts a second.

"I've never…" you trail off, looking to the side as your face grows hot. "I've never done this with, with someone that I actually…like." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you turn back to face River, eyes locking onto his. "I'm sure. I want this."

You try to move, try to sink down on his cock only for River to stop you again, hands on your hips keeping you in place. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes at the rejection.

River shakes his head, tongue tied as he tries to speak, tries to soothe you. "Condom," he finally manages to choke out. "Th-there's a condom. In my pocket. Would you…?"

You do, scrambling to get the foil packet you never would have dreamed of River carrying. You'd be right to assume he wouldn't. The small packet wasn't his, not originally. The headmaster, with his wandering eyes and hands, had slipped it into his pocket earlier that day. A hand brushing over his ass. Long, slender fingers dipping into his back pocket while wearing a cool, indifferent smile. River had frozen at the time, face burning and heart hammering in his chest like a frightened bird as Leighton's hot breath fanned over his neck. He despised the headmaster's sinful ways, but he still muttered a prayer of thanks now as you rolled the condom down his shaft, cool against his burning skin.

If you recognize the condom, the brand, the scent of the water based lube, the textured ring at the base, you gave no sign. Long nights spent at the brothel scraping up Bailey's money have no place in your head at the moment, not here in the quiet of River's car. Not when you can look into those pretty light blue eyes, sharp blue pools of sky, and lose yourself in them. Not when you can finally, finally, slide down on River's cock and for once feel like an act like this meant something.

River shudders as your tight heat invelps him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as a way of staving off his own end. You don't give yourself time to adjust, moving, rocking yourself on his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. It leaves River helpless, leaves him gasping for air, panting into your neck and shoulder. He can't even steel himself, can't keep from his hand squeezing your already bruised hips.

He'll make it up to you later, he thinks dimly. Later when he gets you tucked up somewhere nice and warm and safe. When he can think more clearly and not the all consuming heat that is you. Wrapped around his cock and hands on his chest and lips peppering his neck with soft kisses. Everywhere. You're everywhere. Moans filling the air mixing with his own. Your scent heavy and sweet, filling him up.

"T-touch me."

River obeys, hand immediately sliding from your hip to your groin, touching you in a clumsy, earnest manner. Little skill and all frenzied want to please.

Your hand covers his, guiding his fingers and palm. "Like that," you pant, rocking into his hand and causing his cock to press against something sensitive inside you. "J-just like that."

You keep rocking against his hand, keep bumping his cockhead against your insides in a delicious crescendo of sensation. Of pleasure and want.

The hand that still rests on his chest finds the chain of his temple pendant. Looping the metal around your palm, you pull River forward, pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss.

River cums just a split second before you, gasping your name as you follow after him. His head tips back, eyes shut and mouth dropping as you pulse around him, wringing him of every drop of seed and spending himself in the condom.

You keep going, rocking against River even as his gasps take on a pained edge. It's right as a strained whimper slips free, a moment away from begging you to still, that it's too good, too much, you stop. Panting with your face pressed into his neck, you're more than content to stay like this. Even though you're only half dressed, fluids drying uncomfortably on your thighs, you don't want to move. For the first time in longer than you can remember, you feel safe and you don't want the moment to end.

It has to, though.

River mumbles soft reassurances as you slide back, his cock slipping free. He's quick to peel off his condom, trying to tie it close awkwardly. An unpracticed motion, one that makes you huff a small laugh as he finally succeeds. River fumbles to find a place to dispose of it, only for you to finally grab it from his hands and roll down the window, chucking it from the car.

He thinks better of admonishing you for littering, saying a soft thanks under his breath as he fixes his clothes. Silence falls over the car, one that sets him edge, makes his skin prickle.

What does he even do now?

"Do you…" he trails off, running a hand through his hair as he tries to find the right words, the right phrases. This was a lot more complicated than the numbers and equations of math or the clear rules of the temple. This was messy, unknowable. It made his stomach twist but he couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement. Normally something he'd avoid but now he didn't. Not when it meant avoiding you.

"Do I?" You cock your head to the side, prompting him to go on.

"Do you want to spend the night?" He finally manages to get out, words jumbled in a single breath.

You stare at him, evaluating him, and River feels sweat starting to form along the back of his neck as he waits for your answer. Finally, the silence gets to him, and he continues

"N-not that," he says, rubbing the back of his neck, "not in ah, an, um, sinful way. Not like that! I mean, not that I wouldn't want to if you did but, b-but that's not what I meant. Just, I have a couch that pulls out and you'd be safe and-"

You move faster than he expected, silencing his rambles with a kiss.

When you pull back, there's a dazed look in River's eye, his lips still parted as you nod. "Yes," you say. "Yes, I think I'd like that."

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