They’ll Never Listen

NSFW UNDER THE CUT - warnings: bit of exhibitionism, no smut!, light choking? pretty steamy makin' out, some teasing, probably ooc dan... im so sorry😣 gn!afab!reader, reader is also a teacher, established NEW relationship

pretty girl. 18+ mdni.

cw: DEAD DOVE. implied teacher x student (college au, reader is 18+), intoxication mildly, sleepy sex, degradation (he refers to reader as a flesh light), cigarettes, finger sucking, dom/soft dom dan, implied size kink. i think that’s everything? written in headcanon style so not my finest work, slight somno? breeding.

“whats the matter sweet thing? you look so sleepy”

“why don’t you come lay down on the couch with me?”

“oh my sleepy angel, c’mere, come sit on my lap”.

he has you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist ‘cuddling you’ but you can feel his hard on poking against your leg the whole time. lifts you up and shushes you whilst he pulls your panties to the side “wearing a pretty skirt for me hm? i like it, makes your legs look pretty”.

“shhhh, sh, shh it’s okay, i’m gonna make you feel good baby, don’t worry” pushing the head of his fat dick into your cunt. you’re whimpering and eyes are half closed, burying your head in his shoulder and taking in his smell, like cigarettes and cheap aftershave. you can feel his skin sticking to yours and you lazily grab his shirt for stability and he fills you up to the hilt with his dick, shuddering and breathing through his teeth.

he’s using you as his own personal fleshlight, pulling you up and down over his dick, slowly, dragging it in and out of you, you’re whining around him but it feels so good and he’s so deep in you, you’ve never felt this full before.

“you’re taking me so fuckin good baby” he says between drags of a cigarette you don’t even remember him having, too hazy to take in anything but him. he just carries on, slow pace, using you for slow drawn out pleasure, in no rush, he has you all night.

you’re crying a little and he shushes you some more, cooing at you and …he offers his thumb to you, you’re suckling on it lightly, and he feels his heart swell up with greed and love and desperation for you “fuckin perfect you are…think i wanna keep you here all day and night, my pretty little human fleshlight huh?” and you’re nodding? why the fuck are you nodding, so blissed out, surrounded by dan and all his things, cigarette smoke in the air.

he stubs his cigarette out on a nearby ash tray, one thumb still in your mouth, using only his hips to press up into you, thigh muscles straining ever so slightly, your cunt is fluttering around his dick and the feeling is more intoxicating than any drug dan’s ever tried.

he’s pressing open mouth kisses along your jaw and neck, he takes his thumb out your mouth and kisses you, hand going between you to focus on your clit, nearly gasping when he finally realises how wet you are, and how much you’re enjoying being fucked apart by your history professor.

“god you’re such a filthy brat aren’t you?” and you nod lazily against him “mhm, i know you are baby, i know atta girl, just take what i give you”. his thumb swirling around your clit, achingly slow but you’re approaching your orgasm quickly regardless, hips bucking against his in an unnatural rhythm.

“want my cum princess? want me to fill up this pretty pussy?” he whispers into your ear, kissing you again soon after “you gotta squeeze my dick first baby, gonna fill you up but i want you to cum on my dick first”

you nod and whine, rolling your hips against his thumb and cock, feeling it hit you in all the perfect places and you cry, wet hot tears soaking his blue shirt, nuzzling into his neck, hearing him chuckle at how sweet you were being for him “almost there, doing so good for me baby”.

your whimper and nod, crashing over your high as you hear a harsh smirk in his voice “fuck there you go, oh god, so fucking good for me” he kisses your cheeks softly and you ride your high out on him.

he moves his hands now, gripping your waist and using your hole to fuck himself deep, “f-fuck” he stutters and you feel his heavy balls contract before he’s panting and filling you up with his cum, warm and sticky against you. “oh.. fuck baby…” he groans out, low and gruff “fucking hell… so fuckin good f’me” he mumbles into your hair as you whimper some more, making the prettiest sounds.

summary: i don't know what this is i just needed to purge it from my brain. driver has a bad night, comes home to you and needs you bad style.

tags: fem!reader, driver with an oral fixation, so like...titty sucking but not?? it's not a mommy kink he just finds comfort in your tits in his mouth okay, pretty tame for your boobies being out

You could tell it was a bad night as soon as Driver walked through your bedroom door. Backlit by the light he left on in the hall, he took up most of the doorframe. He had his jacket and boots already off, but a tension clung to him like a second skin. Shoulders tight, lips pursed, sweat still on his brow. You propped yourself up on one elbow as you watched him move, all even steps and slow breaths as he sat down on his side of the bed.

"Wanna talk about it?" you asked, placing a comforting hand on his back while he shucked off his jeans.

@mrs-calhoun has made a request and I love her dearly and she’s been good so I’m going to fulfil it. Hi.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT- F! Reader. Pet play, varying degrees of punishment, slapping, spanking, deepthroating, degradation.

he’s questioning the mermaids

ryland grace x reader fic, 2.5k words.

content warnings: no AI used (ew), [reader] for reader’s name, ryland is 35, reader is 21, age gap (14 years), academic/student!reader, professor!ryland, professor x student, consenting adults, afab!reader (or designated female at birth reader, i’ve heard both be used to talk about people with female anatomy), they/them pronouns for reader, original side characters, making out, drinking, getting drunk, lightweight reader, consensual sexual content, pussy/clit/dick/cock used, p in v sex, use of condoms, cunnilingus, soft dom ryland, goofy ryland, anxious reader, ryland and reader are both neurodivergent because i said so, wholesome, praise kink, academic validation kink, hint of puppy/petplay kink for ryland, teasing ryland grace, condecending ryland grace, the glasses stay ON, tried to make ry in character but idk, safe word

for the sake of location and plot reader is american (or lives in america) (so sorry)

i have never drunk, nor been a microbiology student, nor have i had sex, so if anything is incorrect, i apologize.

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It was the day every young person dreamed of.

 It was finally your 21st birthday. 

You had been waiting since you were 18 to go to a local club on the night of your 21st, and your friends were obviously thrilled to join. 

So that’s how you, usually bombarded with biology papers to write by Sunday at 11:59pm, were on the dance floor with 3 of your closest friends. 

Buying a drink was too nerve-wracking. What would you even get? Instead, you chose to dance until you got tired enough to need a drink, and hopefully some guy (or girl, or anyone else) would be eager enough to buy the birthday babe their first drink.

You were so caught up in the fun, you didn’t even notice him until one of your friends pointed at a man in a cardigan standing at the bar.

“Holy shit.” Morgan breathed, and tapped your shoulder, temporarily breaking you out of the trance the booming club music had enraptured you in.

“What?” you spun around to meet her gaze, and followed her finger to the man she was pointing at, who’s back was currently to you. “Okay, yeah, he looks nerdy, totally my type.” you chuckled. “But you know I’m not one to go ask a random stranger for a-”

Your sentence was cut off by the man turning around.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. On. A. Stick.

Dr. Ryland Grace’s ocean blue eyes met yours, and you swear his face became just a touch redder as he walked up to you.

Your microbiology professor was looking at you like you were on the cover of the latest COSMOPOLITAN. 

“[Reader]?” his head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. “What’re you doing here?”

Your voice faltered, before you cleared your throat. “Um…I mean I could ask you the same thing, Dr. Grace” you muttered. “But, it’s my birthday today. I’m 21.” you informed him.

“Why didn’t you tell me in class today?” Dr. Grace questioned.

You shrugged. “I’m not one to want much attention on myself. Plus, we had viruses to examine. I think that’s a bit more important.” 

“Well, you’re allowed to have some attention on you today. You only turn 21 once, y’know.” he cheekily remarked.

“You only turn every age once.” you give him a small smile as you bite your bottom lip in anxiety. You knew you were safe with Dr. Grace, plus, your friends were 10 steps away on the dance floor. However, you couldn’t help but feel like it was different with him tonight. 

Grace gave you a kind smile. But you noticed this smile was different from the one he gave you when you got a question right in class. It almost seemed lustful. 

He motioned to the bar. “Have you had a drink yet? You know that’s kind of the whole point of turning 21.”

You shook your head. “I don’t even know what I’d like.” You admitted. 

Grace put his hand on his chin as he thought. He always looked adorable when he was deep in thought like this. 

“You look like you’d like something sweet,” he mused. “Can we get a Strawberry Margarita?” he asked the bartender, who nodded as she began to prepare the drink.

“I do love strawberries.” you said, looking up at him.

After 5 minutes of awkward silence, your strawberry margarita was presented to you. 

You reached into your purse to grab your credit card, but Grace put his hand over yours, before gulping and frantically reaching into his wallet to give the bartender his card.

“Dr. Grace, you really didn’t have to do that.” you breathed. 

“Yes I did. You know, you’re my favorite student, [Reader]. And my favorite student deserves to let themselves be treated on their birthday.” His voice dipped low and sultry, and you felt your heart beating in your ears.

You were just taking your first sip when he said that, and it almost made you choke on your drink. “Pardon?” you wheezed.

“It’s true.” he nodded softly.  “Your answers are always so thoughtful. Sometimes they make me think of things I’d never thought about before.” 

You rolled your eyes, and he took your hand, but this time, his hand stayed glued to yours. “You are brilliant. You have an incredible future in microbiology. I can’t wait to see what you achieve.” 

You feel lighter than ever. 

You keep drinking, Grace joining in when he orders himself an espresso martini, as the two of you talk about theories and hypotheticals in the scientific field.

Grace laughed weakly. “Yeah, UNESCO…this one guy really didn’t like my paper on Water Based Assumptions. And then I kind of called him a ‘staggering waste of carbon’ in front of the entire conference.” he sighed, recalling the event in far more detail than he’d like to. “And that’s how I got exiled from the scientific community.” 

You gave a small laugh, but stopped when you noticed how Grace seemed regretful. 

“I mean, he kind of deserved it.” you look in his eyes. “Who knows? Who knows what’s right or what’s wrong beyond our little interstellar neighborhood?” You realize how your words begin to slur together.

Grace smirked. “Who knows,” he repeated. 

“You’re so smart, Dr. Graceee…” you hum. “I love being in your class. I like studying for your exams.” you giggled.

“Woah, hey, [Reader], are you okay?” 

“Yeah? Why would I not be okayyy?” you ask.

Grace nods, as if he’s affirming something in his mind. “Yeah, you’re drunk.”

“Whatttt? No! I only had one drink!” you pout.

“Must be a lightweight then, sweetheart.” Grace internally cringed at himself for the cheesy nickname.

“I am a bit tired. But I don’ wanna leave. Is only 1am.” you looked at him through half-closed eyes.

Despite your plea, Grace led you out of the club, you waved bye to your friends, who seemed even drunker than you.

“Dr. Grace???” you began to ask.

“Ryland.” he corrected, too sternly at first. “Um, you can call me Ryland tonight.”

“Ryland.” you nodded. “Ryland my apartment is likeeee 10 minutes away in a car. I can’t drive. Are you driving me back?”

Ryland shook his head. “I uh…I don’t have a car. But my apartment is a 5 minute walk from here, can you walk that far, darling?” 

You gave a thumbs up. “Yessir.”

“What an obedient little pup.” Ryland thought. All bets were off, his most primal urges slowly taking control of his brain, though he’d never have sex with someone as drunk as you, especially since you were his student! Ryland was too tired to care about the ethics of the whole student/professor situation.

You two walked inside, up the elevator to the 4th floor, and Ryland led you to his apartment’s bedroom, laying you on his full sized bed. You were already half passed out.

Ryland gave a kiss to your forehead. “Rest up, sweetpea.” Lord knows he wanted to snuggle up right next to you, but he knew you deserved to rest alone.

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You woke up 5 hours later, the alarm clock beside you read 6:37 AM. 

You called out for Ryland.

Ryland hopped up from the living room couch and opened the bedroom door. “Hey, sleepyhead. You feeling any better?”

You looked at him and sighed. “I dunno. To be honest? I kind of hoped we went further than we did yesterday.”

Ryland coughed, trying to keep his own desire at bay. “Baby, I’m 35. I’m your professor, I mean doing what we’re doing right now would be too much for some people.” he cooed, which didn’t help your lust.

“Can you at least give me a belated birthday kiss?” you whined.

Goddammit. 

How could Ryland resist that? You sounded so needy.

He strutted over, climbing into the bed with you, and his lips finally, finally, met yours in an intimate display. It was the best kiss of your life.

After a bit, Ryland pulled away, breathing low, fire in his eyes. He couldn’t resist, couldn’t resist, couldn’t. No matter how badly he wanted to.

 “You know you’re gonna make me do things I’ll regret, don’t you, pup?”

“Maybe. But, maybe you won’t regret it. Maybe I’ll show you a good time.” You were suddenly emboldened.

Ryland lightly pushed you onto your back on the bed, taking his glasses off.

“No! No, Ry, please, please keep them on…” you begged, and he obliged.

He kissed down your body, hands spreading your legs apart.

“Have you ever done this, sweetie? Ever had a man on his knees for you?” he gingerly bit the flesh of your thigh. “You should. You deserve it. You deserve to get treated like this.”

You whimpered, which made him whimper a small “fuck”. “I’ve never. I mean I’ve had sex once. Freshman year of college. Just a hook up at a party. None of…this.”

“Then I guess I’m your first real man, hm?” he smirked. “Can I pull these down, puppy?” 

You nodded. “Yes. Yes, Ryland, please fuck me.” you mewled.

“Shhh.” he took your shorts off, rubbing his index finger over your pussy through your panties. “I love that you’re so eager for me, sweetheart, but you gotta be patient, can you be patient for me?” 

“Yeah, I’ll try.” 

“Gonna take these off now, okay? Wanna have a safe word?” he asked.

“Sounds good. What about…’Algae’?” you offered.

“Always thinking about science, aren’t you, baby? That’s why you’re my favorite.” he pulled your panties down and tossed them to the side. “You’re so dedicated.” He licked a stripe up your folds, making your legs shiver.

“Dr. Grace– fuck– I mean Ryland, please…” 

He continued to lick up and down your pussy, sucking at your clit every so often. “It’s like I told you last night at the bar,” he said, words muffled by your pussy against his mouth. “You’re a brilliant person. Anyone would be honored to have you in their class. I know I am.” 

You couldn’t respond, not when he was working you like that. So you just let out a series of whines and wanton moans.

“Easy…” he murmured. “Don’t want the neighbors to hear you being a good pup for me, right? That could get us in serious trouble.” He took one finger and rubbed it against your entrance, pushing in when he saw you nod in approval.

He kept sucking your clit and licking your pussy as one finger plunged in and out of you. After a few minutes, he added a second finger. “Bit of a stretch for you, huh, puppy? Haven't had fingers like mine in this pretty pussy before?” he cooed. “Awww it’s okay.” he whispered.

Ryland led you to the edge of your orgasm, your breath coming in staggered bursts.

Just as you were about to cum, Ryland stopped, pulling his fingers out, which made tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry baby. That was so mean of Dr. Grace, wasn’t it? He got you all the way to the edge and left you high and dry, huh?” he pouted teasingly. “Don’t worry. Dr. Grace is gonna give you what you need, okay? You trust me?” 

“I trust you.” 

“Good.” he whispered, kissing the tears that tried to escape your eyes, before giving you a deep, sensual kiss. 

He opened a drawer next to his bed, pulling out a square shaped package.

“Condom.” You said.

“Mhm. You know, I’d love to fuck you raw, my dear. But we’ve gotta be extra careful.” he remarked. “Wanna help me put this on?”

You jumped at the opportunity, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants quickly, and pulling them down along with his boxers, exposing him to the cool air of the bedroom.

Ryland was hung. Bigger than you had ever seen in person. He was about 9 inches long and 3 inches thick, cut, and his cock curved slightly upwards, pink tip already leaking precum as you stroked him.

“This is for me, Dr. Grace?” you said in a faux-innocent tone.

“All for you, sweet thing.” he breathed. 

You rolled the condom on and laid back down. “Now.” you started. “Fuck me for real, Ryland.”

Ryland didn’t need to be told twice before he sank his dick into your aching heat. 

“Fuuuck. [Reader]. So good. Squeezing me so good.” he whined, starting to thrust at a slow-to-medium pace.

“Rylanddd…~” you moaned. “Thank you. Thank you for fucking me like a real man should. Can’t ever fuck anyone else after you. It has to be you, sir.”

That comment made Ryland thrust faster, though never enough to make you hurt, the sound of the rubber condom and your wetness combining to create a lewd ambience.

“Yeah? This pussy’s just for me now?” he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You whimpered, squeezing tighter around his cock. “Fuck yes. Only for you. Whenever you need me.” 

Ryland smiled at that. “Oh, sweet baby, I’ll be expecting you to come by more office hours then,” he teased. “More than you usually come by.”

“You- I come because I need help…” you try to defend yourself, but to no avail.

“You have an A in my class. I know you don’t come for that. You just wanna see me.” his hips kept driving into yours. “Thankfully, I wanna see you too, so it works in my favor.”

You grinned. “I really like you, Ryland. Not just because of this. Because of everything you do for me, and the other students. You want to see us be our best.” 

“I’m- fuck- I’m honored you think that way about me.” 

“I do. And I wanna keep thinking about you more, keep being yours, doing this…” you admitted, feeling your orgasm coming.

“Me too. Me too, [Reader].” Ryland’s thrusts became more erratic as he reached his peak. “You’re mine. I’m yours. I promise.” His right hand came up to play with your clit. “C’mon. Cum with me, baby. You’re my puppy. All mine. All m- MINE! FUCK!~” 

As Ryland came inside of the condom, you gushed all over his lower torso, repeating his name like a desperate prayer. “Ryland…RylandRylandRylandRyland- RYLAND…Yours…” you breathed, coming down from your orgasm. “Felt really good.” you told him.

“Me too, sweetpea, me too.” he smiled, pulling out and tossing the condom into a trash can before grabbing a towel from his closet, wiping you both dry, then wrapping you in the blanket and kissing you.

“Sorry I made a mess.” you said, embarrassed.

“Uh uh.” he shook his head. “You did nothing wrong. You were messy because I made you feel good. If I didn’t make you feel good, you wouldn’t have cum.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And to think I got to give my favorite student the best pleasure of their life because i bought them a drink.” he chuckled, and so did you.

“Thank you for that.” 

“No thanks needed. I wanted to treat you.” he kissed your cheek, then your lips again. 

Ryland noticed you were getting a bit sleepy, so he brought you into his arms, planted yet another kiss on your forehead, and ran his fingers through your hair until your eyelids fell heavy and your breath evened out.

“Sweet dreams, my pup.”

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first real smut, kinda nervous...*looks around*

hope you enjoyed and that your rocks were properly gotten off.

love,

hiii i hope this is somewhat what you wanted! i was so excited when i saw this in my inbox because it's not something i've reallyyyy ventured into before so it was quite a fun write!

cw: consensual slapping, safewording

> okay for the sake of this let’s all visualize henry having a mattress in his apartment—dan dunne style—and at the very least a cheap couch and a simple small TV. this is just a bunch of jumbled up thoughts i’ve been randomly getting over the past week.

> this has been rotting in my notes for two(?) weeks now? i had to delete it the first time and i lost the ask i got but it was basically "some henry letham nsfw" so... here! my own shameful thoughts. my inbox is always open!

— NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

somno. afab reader. oral [f!recieving] not proofread, wrote this hastily, horndog.

ty jude and her goose pen™️ for letting me get a lil weird with it

cw: marijuana use duh (me too teehee), this is actually so unserious, not proofread, can't believe this is the first nsfw thing i've decided to write