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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Doll- Professor John Price NSFW

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It started as innocent stares between you and your professor. The usual praises he'd give you after you answered one of his questions correctly. The innocent hand touches when he'd hand you your report back but it all soon led to him and you, sneaking out of town and to the city to carry out the illicit affair.

He is a married man, a family man and a professor at your University. You met him during class and thought he was one of the much older students but to your surprise, he introduced himself as your professor. It was months before you were forced to participate in his classroom. You'd always sit in the front row but all the way to the corner, looking down and just listening. You were never like that before, you'd always answer questions, look at your professor and participate in class. One day he asked your other professor if maybe you were like this in their class and to his surprise you weren't.

In his head, he thought he was either despised by you or that his class wasn't interesting enough. And that's when it all started. After class, you packed your bag and as you were about to stand up and leave, he called out for you. "R/N, stay after class. We need to talk."

It wasn't your grades, attendance or even any lack of respect, so why was he asking for you to stay? When everyone was gone from class, you walked to his desk, "Professor?" you shyly spoke, ready for some explanation from him. "R/N, am I not a good professor?" He asked, writing something on paper and then looking back at you.

"No, no I don't think you are. In fact, you are one of my favourites." It was true, the way he spoke and presented any material was impeccable, something no other professor on campus had done before. He nods a small smile of relief on his lips. "I was worried there since you are the only student in my course who never participates, you just sit there, as if you were a painting." His eyes wander to yours.

"You know, you are an interesting student," he adds. You stare at him in confusion, what could he ever mean? "Pardon me, I don't think I understood-" but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off. "Other female students wear skirts, open their legs for me to see as I lecture the class but you..." he sighs a chuckle. "You are so...pure so innocent and I'd like to change that." Your eyes fluttered, not understanding what exactly he was getting at. "I...I don't think this is appropriate-"

"Maybe it isn't but I like innocent girls like you, shy, smart and clueless over the fact I am giving you an opportunity to not just exceed in my class but an opportunity to have fun...actual fun." He leans back in his seat and manspreads. It is true, you aren't exactly experienced but are also aware of the fact you both could get into trouble for such 'fun'. "I'll give you until next week to think about that, love. Until then, just make sure you complete the assignment and if you need help, my office is always open." You nod and walk away from his class.

For the entire week, you kept replaying the encounter. If you agreed and he was fooling around, then would you be in trouble? You finished his assignment and then stared at the reflection in the mirror. What could he possibly want from you? If it is true that girls wear skirts and open their legs for him to see during lectures then why not them? Was he really wanting to change the fact you are much more innocent than those girls?

Tuesday noon came along and you found yourself back in his classroom. Sat in the same seat and took your notes as usual. His lecture was the same, except this time, he called on you to answer the question of the day. "Miss R/N, seems today is your day, so tell me, what do you think about the question?" He walked to you, a small smirk for you to see. Your cheeks flushed, "I think that if he wasn't so full of himself maybe he could've seen him and his people victorious. He made a mistake when he agreed to the treaty but of course, he just wanted praise from the Gods." You say and look back down to your notebook.

"And that is why ladies and gentlemen, the quiet students are always the ones I know will surprise me the most." You look back at him and he winks, only for you to see. And as last time, he asked you to stay behind, locked the doors and made sure all of his other students were gone. You are by his desk, he looks up at you, clearly already wanting an answer. "I'm not sure if it's right for us-"

"No one will know, we can skip this place and head to the city, have fun on our own. C'mon darling, I need this...you do too." His voice is full of lust and desperation. The look he gave you, that's what sealed the deal, a man's eyes can tell more than the lips that lie the truth. In that instant, he knew you agreed. His hands finally travelled to your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Such a pretty thing you are. So innocent and delicate and you know what I do with innocent and delicate things?"

"What?" your voice soft and filled with curiosity. "I corrupt it, mould you into my perfect toy." His fingers at the buttons of your trousers, he played with them and soon sat you down on his lap. His lips teased your neck, nibbling at the soft skin. "Such an angel for such a monster to destroy." His hands are now inside your trousers, teasing your now wet cunt. "Tell me, are you a virgin? Better not lie, doll." You wouldn't know how to answer such a question but all you do is nod in embarrassment. "I'll change that, doll." his lips meeting yours.

Around 7 pm, he had led you to his car, you in the passenger seat and he in the driver, hand on your thigh as he drove off to the nearby city. What was it of him that had you so attracted? Could it be the way he speaks to you? The look in his eyes whenever he looks at you and only you, maybe that is what has you here, begging and desperate to be touched by a man. Being a virgin and in Uni was something different than from being a teenager, this time, things can get more exciting. Especially with him.

A hotel room, that is where all the passion-filled nights happen. One bed, two hearts, two bodies, two mouths, one activity. Sin, that is what you were doing every time you gave yourself to him, a married man, with kids and a perfect life. And somehow you were squeezed in to make that perfect like interesting. Once in the room, that's where it all actually started.

Lips on your neck, teasing your soft skin, leaving marks of where he took you in for the pleasure no one else could have. "Professor-" you breathe out, trying to control your feelings as he is about to make you his for the night. "John, call me John when we're alone." He guided you to the bed, lips never leaving your skin. The hunger in lust wished he could teach that lesson next week. Because why do you feel the need to give in and not be afraid of the bite it could take? His hands were at your waist, tugging the thin cloth that kept him from having you completely. Lips on lips, kissing and feeding the hunger that had been building up for months, well, hours for you but months for him.

Soon, you were pushed to the bed, and he climbed on top of you, shirts getting off skins, trousers on the floor. Now you were at his mercy and he was ready to take anything you were offering. "Just relax, love." His voice is low as he kisses your stomach, trailing down to where he has been wanting to touch for a time now. His fingers teased your panties, squeezing all he could, earning moans from you. You were already wet but he was sure wanting more than just that. He slowly and teasingly removed your panties, kissing your legs as the drenched panties left your body. His hands making sure to open your legs for him, his boxers off. His already aroused tip playing with your cunt.

"Oh...god you have such a pretty cunt." he leaned down, kissing and fingering your already wet and aching cunt. You moaned and whimpered, begging for more. He pins your legs down, fingers fucking into you, opening you for his thick cock. You bite your lower lip, not wanting to moan any louder, afraid of what could be heard. His tongue graced your sensitive parts, hands on your thighs. "You taste like heaven my sweet doll." His voice was low with a hint of a growl. You gripped the sheets, head thrown back, a knot at your stomach and when you thought that wasn't enough pleasure, he pressed down on your stomach, making that soon orgasm feel even more intense.

"F-fuck! Oh...oh fuck...please...i...ah..i" words cut off any time he trusted his fingers into you. At the time you were about to cum, he stopped, which left you whimpering and whining for him. Your hips moved, trying to get off from his knee which was now positioned at your entrance. He reached for his bag, the same one he would take to class. He took some ropes, a ball gag and a blindfold out. A sinister smile on him as he showed them to you. "They'll look so pretty on you." He tied your ankles to each side of the bed, making sure there was nothing left to hide from him. Two pairs of handcuffs are what kept you all night from even daring to touch yourself. The ball gag on your mouth but not before he could have a heated make-out session with you.

The blindfold was on you, trying to surprise you when he took out the nipple clamps. Placed them on your already sensitive but hardened nipples. You moan from both pleasure and pain, the gag ball muffling some noises and words. He chuckles, leaving them on and beginning to finger you once more. He laid down, licking and tasting your sweet cunt. The way it pulsated, the way you clenched it and how tight you were, only made him understand why you were the perfect doll for him.

Once he knew you were ready to take him, he slowly began to open you up with his long and thick cock, you moaned and tears ran down your cheeks. "Shhh, it's okay...it'll hurt for a second but I promise I'll feel good after." He kisses your neck and wipes your tears away. Kissing your professor was one thing but losing your virginity to him, being this vulnerable around him? That was the perfect formula for chaos.

You breathed in slowly, trying to relax, his hand on your chest, "That's my good girl. You'll be just fine, I promise." He once more slid himself inside of you, doing so carefully, Tears ran down your cheeks, and your tight cunt getting used to his size. His thrusts were very gentle and slow. Your moans are loud and quiet, more tears running down from how much he had already overstimulated you before. "Oh...fuck doll,.." his hands on your hips, guiding himself into you.

You throw your head back, his fingers once more making sure you can't remember your name. His thick cock getting milked by your tight cunt, the one he was ready to mould into his perfect toy. Soon when he knew you had gotten used to the feeling, he began to thrust faster and deeper, which only made your moans get louder. The headboard hit the wall behind, letting others know he was already making you his. The nipple clamps work their way as he spits on them, and fingers your nipples. You whimper the blindfold off as soon as he wants you to watch him fuck you.

Your brows furrowed, the orgasm coming closer and closer. Your eyes roll back, just what he wanted, you gasp and moan. He presses your stomach down, making you feel more intense, your body aching, wanting release now. "Please please please...ah... I... I..so close!" But he already knew that, he just wanted to cum inside as you came on his cock. Once he was ready to cum, he began to slap your already reddened face, a hand on your neck, choking you for pleasure. "Cum R/N, you need to cum now, doll." That was enough to have your legs shaking, you, gasping, moaning and screaming his name.

At that moment, he knew he had found the perfect doll for him, ready to be pleased to give pleasure. As you came off your high, he slowly untied the ropes, the ball gag thrown to the floor, and the nipple clamps slowly removed from you. You whimper a little, as he cleans your legs from the mess you both made. He places a blanket over you, kissing your shoulders and lips as he praises you. "You did such a good job for me, my doll." He kissed your hand, bringing you close to him.

Your head on his chest, what a time to be alive. He played with your hair, kissing the top of your head or kissing your forehead when you looked at him with those innocent eyes. Soon, he wanted to change that look. "My doll, we'll have to do this more often." But it wasn't a request, more like a notice of what he'll have you do. No way he would let you say no, not after tonight.

For weeks to come, he bought toys for you both, vibrators, he'd use during class to bring the attention to him. The skirt he made you wear every time he taught you and how he would make you wear lingerie underneath. He always instructed you to sit in the back with your legs open, wanted to have a view of who was going to help him have a release or the reason why his car would have foggy windows. He fantasised about you even with his wife and with her, he always wore protection, never with you.

Your neck is littered with hickeys from the previous night or weeks. The lies you both have told family and friends, all for the best affair of his life and for the best nights of your life. If he wanted you on your knees, there you'd be, serving him as the perfect submissive pet he had turned you into. It made him laugh at times, how easy you were to manipulate into what he wanted. You are his doll, for him and him only to play with.

A/N: okay but...I think its the first smut i write that is kinda long

tags: @liyanahelena

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thewulf · 25 days

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Hey love this might be a dark request. But one I've been needing however feel free to not write this or write it in a happier version for yourself. Who this fic is with I'm torn between John price, gaz, or aragon lmao. But let's get to it. Recently I was SA. Now I wasn't R@ped. But I was peer pressured/manipulated and intoxicated to verbally consenting to things I didn't want to do. I'm not asking for it to be relived but rather comfort. Everyone always talks about feeling disgusted but I want comfort for the guilt and second thoughts. "maybe it was my fault" "maybe I'm being sensitive" "it's my fault". How I came to terms of it being sexual assault was due to my mother and best friend telling me it was after I came to them about it. I just need comfort you know? Despite my family knowing, like most my issues a lot of things are brushed aside and I feel invalidated, which causes me to seek validation getting me into such problems. So I just need a hug and confirmation that I have someone. Even if fictional.

Have a lovely month hun, you deserve good things❤️🤗

Aww love I'm so sorry that happened to you :( people can be so cruel... but I can certainly write something comforting/sweet for you.

This one is giving big John Price energy. Idk he always seems like such a big teddy bear for the right person. Here's what I'm thinking - feel free to message me if you don't like the direction!

Captain Price has always had a soft spot for you (I'm thinking reader is 25-30 while Price is 35-38). You'd joined TF 141 a few years prior as their tech specialist (kinda like Penny from criminal minds!). You went on missions with them but didn't always go into the field. There so happened to be a mission you weren't required to go on so the guys packed up and shipped out. When they got back Price noticed something off with you immediately. Shying away from him and his usual touches you loved so much. Kinda keeping your head down when he/the guys are speaking. Not speaking up or bantering them as usual.

After a week of your odd behavior he finally decides he needs to talk to you. He catches you after a training session and the comfort insues. Kinda feel like reader has to breakdown and he builds her back up kinda thing. Hella heavy but supppper comforting/sweet at the same time.

Thank you for trusting me with your request! <3

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