FANTASY MEETS REALITY [21+]

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Established in 2016 and revamped a few times over the years. || 25+ She/Her Central Time

RULES

His job wasn’t about fucking students - well, not entirely about fucking students, at least. Ashton did, in fact, have a fair amount of experience teaching properly - he simply believed students learned better with a properly applied system of rewards and punishments. Like, for instance - fucking Veronicas attitude back to baseline, and rewarding her with a load of cum in her cunt. He almost felt sorry for whoever ended up in charge of him when she graduated in a few short months - but thinking that way brought up ideas of a collar around her throat and a space for her kneeling at his feet - things better left until he was alone. Her gaze snapped back to his as he mentioned the idea that she might not get to cum, and Ashton smirked at the desire on her face before she pressed their foreheads together. His fingers don’t leave her clit, even as he pretends to consider her offer. “I don’t know - you did get sent down here for being a bad girl, after all.” He points out, just to make her squirm. “Are you going to be a good whore, if Daddy lets you cum on his dick?” Barely even waits for her to answer the question before he smirks, a few more harsh thrusts into her cunt as he approaches the edge. “Go on then - be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

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If you asked Felix, he’d say that he didnt mind taking things slow, that he waited for his partners to express their preferences instead of just assuming he could boss them around, manhandle them as he liked. Of course, if you asked the symbiote he now shared a brain with - the more manhandling he was allowed - and the faster - the better things went. So he grinned as Eva appeared to enjoy it as he tossed her onto the mattress, pinning the blonde beneath him with his own frame. His head tilted as she trails off, and as her shirt comes off, his pupils dilate - if she was looking closely enough at just the right second, Eva might have seen the way black seems to coat the entire surface of his eyes, eerie and alien before it vanishes again. “Good to know.” He manages to speak, nearly a growl around the creature that has taken up residence in his throat, and Felix barely pauses before he leans in, lips sweeping over the now exposed skin as he grabs her hips, hands sliding up underneath the fabric of her bra and squeezing lightly at the flesh, testing how far she was going to let him go.

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How FAR was she going to let him go? As FAR as he wanted. FURTHER than either of them had in mind perhaps, if he played his cards right. And at the moment, he seemed to be RIGHT on track for doing as such. Eva mewled happily beneath him as he seemed to EXPLORE her body but after a moment she had to intervene. Not to STOP him however - oh no - but to make it even EASIER for him to touch her like he pleased. Without saying a word, the long haired blonde reached towards the front of her bra and POPPED open the tab there. And with his HANDS being beneath the surface already, the extra tension caused the fabric to FLY open. 

Now her chest was COMPLETELY on display for him and hands or lips were free to roam as they saw fit. Though Eva had to be honest, she didn’t MIND him taking his time but the girl herself was getting antsy. Like she NEEDED him to fuck her soon or she’d go insane. 

Her moans were thankfully quiet, though audible, and Alessio smirks at the noise, nose tracing over her skin before she is dropped onto the bed, fabric briefly obscuring his vision before he drops it aside. He can see the way her eyebrow quirks, and wonders if she’s going to speak up - they’ve never talked about it, the way that he likes to take control sometimes, the small orders he gives just to watch her obey - and he can never fight the feeling that each time he tells her what to do will be the time she protests. But instead, Harper grins, moving up the mattress, and Alessio smirks at the way she wraps her hands around the edge of the headboard, shaking his head slightly at her words “You’re a very good girl - most of the time” He allows, fingers dipping to his waistband, undoing the fastening of his jeans, allowing them to pool over his hips as he climbed up onto the mattress, smiling down at her. “Which is why you’re going to keep your hands up there while I eat you out until you beg me to stop. “

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It was odd, working with Eva - Liam could admit to himself that if the blonde had been just another girl he met in a club, he would have been delighted to have her attention turn to him - would have done his level best to convince her to come home with him -or at least sneak off to a bathroom stall together. Sitting next to her, talking to her like a friend, was blurring the lines between professional and personal he knew - but the man couldn’t make himself stop. So he just rolled his eyes at her words, arching an eyebrow at her. “Oh? And would you be the one bailing me out of jail, when my rulebreaking got the cops called?” He questions, smirk on his face before he shrugged. “I’m afraid I keep all law and rule breaking strictly off the clock - I don’t get paid to get arrested, after all.”

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She’d fought him so hard at first, every time he didn’t have her tied down or split open around his dick, but now, as time went on, his pretty little pet was finding her new place in the world. Niko grinned sharply at the gasp, pulling all the way out once more before he slid back in, tortuously slow just to see if he could draw another whine out of her. “I bet you are. Isn’t it so much better here, taking cock like you were meant for?” He questions, growling at her words. “Call me daddy again.” He orders, dick twitching at the words, and Nikolai grabs her hair and forces her head up, growling directly into her ear as he bottoms out, and stays there. “Tell Daddy that you’re so thankful and you want him to rape your pretty little pussy to prove it.” Doesn’t just want her to degrade herself anymore, but needs it, craves it like physical sustenance.

He takes another long drink from his own glass as she hands it back, one hand grasping her hip to hold her steady as she leans forward. It’s been years since he’s seen his niece, and maybe it’s the drink, or maybe it’s just the lecherous old man in him that keeps his eyes drifting downwards, lingering on the curves of her hips and the tight stretch of fabric over her ass. His throat feels dry suddenly, and he brings the cut crystal glass back to his lips, another wave of harsh liquid over his tongue keeping him in check as she sits up. He’s amused to see she’s found the fruitiest of the options, the sweet strawberry that he can barely tolerate sipping at, much less drinking an entire bottle. Still, she seemed to enjoy it, as she moved back, nestling against his chest, and Kieran tilts his head at her muttered words, arm shifting to drape over her shoulders. “Uh-oh. He comments, leaning in, curious. “What did he do?”

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She really shouldn’t be telling him this much. If it got back to her FATHER in any way, shape, or form she’d be humiliated. Eyes FLICKERED over to the man in question and Kelsey merely shrugged her shoulders for a moment. She BUSIED herself with her drink, taking a few more sips before sighing heavily and finally muttering a response despite her better judgement. ❝I told him NO.❞ Really, that should be telling enough, but the blonde continues after another sip. ❝I didn’t want him to TAKE my         ❞ VIRGINITY. Cheeks blossom with a faint pink color as the word goes unsaid and after a moment she chances a GLANCE up at the uncle she finds herself sitting upon. 

There were so many things he would give Cira if she only asked - his power was limited, of course, but few outranked him directly, since he was the kings favored advisor - all but the official second in command, at least until he was granted an heir. So while he had to be somewhat discreet - if Cira had asked for the stars, he would have found a way to get them for her. But she didn’t ask for anything so easy - no, instead, her request made him still, dark, wide eyes meeting hers as she spoke. To give her a child, a babe - he shouldn’t, he knew that, if the king ever had reason to suspect paternity they’d all be dead - but even as he thinks it, Leon wants it, bone deep desire overwhelming him. “Yes.” He rasps out, before diving in to press his lips to hers again, desperate in claiming. “Fuck, yes, darling, I’ll give you a baby - I’ll give you a dozen if you want.”

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One of these days - likely when they finally managed to finish this route, and he had the chance to drag her to one of the seedy motels that rings the depot - the one where even if she decides to try and lash out again, no one is going to come check on her. And when he has her there, Niko fully intends to finish breaking her down - reminding her of how proud and relatively resistant she’d been at the beginning, how far she’d fallen to this, toying with herself for the pleasure of his approval. “There it is.” He praises her, thrusts slowing, now fucking her as slowly as he could manage, mocking clear in his voice. “Such a good fucking whore, getting off on this. This is just what you needed, isn’t it? You were just fucking hoping I’d take you and teach you your proper place, teach you how to fucking worship my cock, weren’t you?”

Arrogance - the feature that had defined Adrien for so long, family name and personal intellect combining into a dangerous sense of self indulgence - dangerous, at least, for those who got drawn into his orbit - because as Gwen was discovering, once he decided he liked something - he was loathe to let it go. So the blonde grinned, sharp edged and self satisfied as she went to her knees in front of him - and even that movement seemed rusty, almost, cluing the blonde in to the measures she must have taken to be so unused to the world order now. Still, she apologizes, and obeys, and so Adrien releases his grasp on her hair, patting her head almost indulgently. “Good girl - you can show me how sorry you are properly, I’m sure.” The words were a taunt, clearly, and his own smug sense of superiority isn’t hidden as Gwen takes his cock out, palms wrapped around him as she began to stroke. He’s been aroused since the moment he realized who she was, and here, now - a almost mirror to the way he so frequently kept her in his office, but transposed to a classroom of her own, it doesn’t take long before he’s hard, and he shifts. “Enough stalling, pet.” A hand goes back to her hair, gripping the pale strands “ I think it’s past time I got to use your mouth again.”

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He knew JUST how to get to her, didn’t he? Just the right thing to say, or rather yet the WRONG thing to get under her skin. She hated it. Hated it, HATED it! But in this world, there was nothing she could do. So instead of twisting his dick and HURTING him in retaliation for making her SUBMIT to him, like she wanted to, Gwen could merely NOD. If he wanted her to suck his dick, she had no choice. The law was the law. Eyes FLICKERED up to his briefly however, as if begging him one last time to CHANGE his mind. She knew he wouldn’t of course, so after a soft sigh, her mouth POPPED open and she lent forwards. How many times had they been here? In a classroom, with her SERVICING him? Dozens, hundreds? More than she’d care to admit, but yet this felt so DIFFERENT. So much MORE intense somehow. Gwen pushed the thought away and just decided to SHUT her brain off instead as his cock entered her mouth.