#pack up your bags everybody 🫡

[prince-kallisto]

WAIT WHAT????

RAFIKI???? 🤯🤯🤯🤯

Jack gained +100 Wisdom

BUT IS HE BASED OFF NOTHING OR WHAT??? 🧎🧎🧎🧎

[hysteria-things]

can you do a teacher!chris and a college student pleasee. (With smut. And if you want to!!)

PROFESSOR STURNIOLO

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!teacher!chris x student!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: this isn’t your first problem with this specific professor, but at this moment you’re fed up and want to put your foot down.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, p in v, degradation, spanking, masturbation (female), making out, stomach bulge, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, cream pie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,535

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we are locked in🫡

your professor dismissed class mere seconds ago, and everybody either has already left the lecture hall or is still packing up. “are you meeting us for lunch?” your friend says, zippering her bag and putting it on her shoulder.

you scoff, shaking your head. “can’t.” you say, ripping out the essay you wrote for this class that was due a few days ago. “professor sturniolo gave me an F on the essay.”

“again?” she questions genuinely shocked. “he’s got a bone to pick with you.”

this isn’t the first encounter like this you had with your professor. this class — your argument and persuasion class — is the only one you’re failing this semester.

not in your three years have you ever had this type of problem, and after many F’s, you’ve finally had enough.

“well, good luck.” your friend sighs, leaving the classroom with the remaining group.

now, that leaves you and him.

it would be a different story if you didn’t do the assignment right or didn’t try on the essay, but you’re one hell of a writer and you’re sure he knows it. you’ve always been good in school, ever since a young age.

normally you wouldn’t pick up fights with teachers, but your blood has been boiling for this dude for weeks.

“what’s your problem with me?” you say sternly, wiggling the paper in your hand as you step down to where he is.

he stops erasing the board and turns to you. “class is over, ms. l/n.”

yeah, no shit.

you roll your eyes. “so? i want to speak with you about my recent essay. you always give me F’s and never explain why. i would understand if it happened once before at the beginning of the year, but for every. single. one? it’s ridiculous.

he’s emotionless as he listens to your rambling, then he shrugs. “it wasn’t good enough.”

you crinkle the paper in your fist and slam it down on the desk in front of you. “wasn’t good enough my fucking ass, professor sturniolo. is it a favoritism thing? or are you fucking the other chicks in your class so they can have good grades? is that what i need to do? do i need to fuck you?”

the moment those words left your mouth, you knew that was a huge mistake.

you wouldn’t be surprised if he does, though. he’s not much older than you, and he is attractive.

he licks his lips, tilting his head toward himself. “bring it over.”

you gulp, feeling slightly intimidated. you uncrinkle the page and hand it to him, who is now sitting in the chair.

not even reading it, he stares at it and looks back up at you. “sorry. your paper didn’t meet the expectations.”

your pinch your lips together to keep you from screaming at him. “you didn’t even read it.” you shake your head. “i should’ve dropped this class when i had the chance. you’re cocky, and a waste of my time. i’m failing probably because your teaching sucks.”

as you start to storm out, he speaks up. “i’m going to have to clean that filthy mouth of yours.” he smirks. “teach you a much-deserved lesson, then afterward you can see if my teaching still sucks.”

you pause in your tracks, face turning beat red as you slowly turn back around. “w-what?”

he motions you to come over with his finger, and for some reason, you listen.

grabbing your wrist, he pulls you over his lap so you’re straddling him. again, you let it happen. you can’t help the wetness that starts to pool between your legs.

“you can admit it, you know,” he whispers, dragging his hand from your waistband to your mouth. he grazes his thumb over your bottom lip.

“a-admit what?” you stammer, shuffling in his lap which causes him to groan and hold your hips.

he chuckles. “deep down you want me to fuck you. i bet you touch yourself to the thought of me like a desperate little thing.”

you look away, face turning even redder than before if possible. “nuh-uh.”

“your face says otherwise.” his whisper shoots a chill up your spine as he starts to unbutton your shorts.

the way your fingers move quickly inside of you have your eyes shut with your mouth dangled open.

you were lucky enough to get a single dorm, so you can do whatever you want without being sneaky about it.

the way your legs are spread makes your fingers dig deeper, curling to hit the right spot. you grip onto your sheets tight, moans and other loud noises leaving your lips.

your previous orgasms make a mess below you or the back of your thighs, but you don’t stop. you’ve been at this for almost an hour because your mind is only focused on one thing.

your lecturer.

professor sturniolo.

“shit.” you pant, your orgasm building for the nth time. you let go of the sheets to massage your breast, pinching at your nipple from time to time.

you whine. “just like that.”

legs shaking, your fingers get coated with yet another orgasm, but you wish it wasn’t your fingers.

you wish it were his.

your shorts are now on the floor, along with your shirt, underwear, and bra. chris still has his clothes on except for his pants.

hovering just above his tip, your lips move in sync with each other. his tongue fights yours, and the erotic sounds of you two kissing fill your ears.

his hands rub along your back before spanking you hard, ruining the intimate moment. you pull away to gasp.

“sit,” he demands, mouth agape as he looks down to watch you try to sink onto his dick.

you grunt from the pleasurable pain, stopping just about midway. he’s probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. “it’s not gonna fit.” you whine.

“i’ll make it fit.”

with that, he grips onto your ass, hammering up into you without being able to adjust first.

you grab onto his shoulders for dear life. you moan uncontrollably, the feeling of him raw inside of you making you grin like a fool.

you’ve been wanting him to do this for a very long time.

“look at you.” he starts, smacking your ass to have you jolt. “having the professor you allegedly hate balls deep in you.”

“i-i do— ha-ate you.” you struggle to get out, a hand landing on your asscheek again.

“is that so?” he mocks, waiting for you to talk back but instead you moan even louder. he nods. “that’s what i thought.”

he bites his lip, looking at the way your tits bounce rapidly and at the bulge in your belly, eyes widening slightly. he’d never seen something like that before.

“i should keep you around more often after class.” he groans, seeing your face of pleasure.

eyes rolled back, mouth hung open, hair disheveled and sticking to your forehead from sweating.

“you make a pretty little cocksleeve.”

that sentence makes you clench around him, your body starting to quiver from the overwhelming feeling. “ngh— feels so go-od. y-you make me feel s-so good.” you whimper. “wanna cum!”

“not until you apologize.” he tuts, grabbing and then spanking your ass. “say you’re sorry, and i might let you cum.”

you whine, his cock now kissing your g-spot more than it did before. “i’m s-sorry.”

“for?”

“for— mm!” you squeal. “for being b-bad.”

“and?”

“and-and—” you can’t finish because of the sudden clear liquid squirting out of you, now making your pussy squelch more than it was before. your back arches even harder, your brain all dazed and dumb from the overstimulation.

you start to lose stability from being too weak, so chris has to hold you by your arms.

he groans, shaking his head at the terrible mess you are making. “come on. you can do it.”

tears spill from your eyes, sobs running past your lips. “a-and for t-talking back. fuck!”

his dick twitches inside, his thrusts getting sloppy. “i hope you’re on the pill because i’m going to fill you deep, baby.”

you can only make sounds, so a high-pitched moan echoes throughout. you’re seeing stars the closer your orgasm approaches before it finally snaps and you’re smearing the ring of white around his dick.

he doesn’t stop, causing your body to twitch in his grasp as another orgasm builds since he’s still fucking deep to your g-spot.

“close again?” he laughs fake. “scream for me. let people know how much of a slut you are; letting your teacher use you to get a better grade.”

your body slowly starts becoming limp, eyes fluttering closed as you moan.

he spanks you for the last time, not caring that his job is on the line.

“louder. they can’t hear you.”

screaming this time, you cum once again when he holds you down on his shaft. you collapse onto his chest, quiet sobs leaving your lips as you feel his cum start to fill you.

he peppers kisses on your shoulders, peeking over them to grab a pen and clicking it open. he scribbles over the previous grade on your essay to write a new one.

A+

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[mandolin22]

Therapy - Part 5

Warnings: SMUUUUUT 🌶

Full playlist “ 🌊Namor🫧” on Spotify!

Word ct 2.1k

Enjoy 🫡

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As rain pounds on the window, thunder rumbles in the distance. You glance up from your computer to look at the droplets racing across the window; the little drop you chose won the race. You then glance over at your night stand which sits the token given to you by the Talokan king. It has been several days since you last saw him and for some reason you are missing him. Missing someone you’ve never actually known. You quickly try to wipe away the smile that appears on your lips and get back to work.

You have been trying to catch up writing the book you had wanted to write for the past couple years. Will you ever finish and publish it? No. It was more of something to keep you busy than anything, especially on days like today where it has been storming most of the day and night.

Several hours later, you finish brushing your retry and head back into your bedroom, putting your pjs on and climbing in bed. Your mind wanders to what it would be like to crawl in bed and into Namors arms. Is he a good cuddler? What would his arms feel like wrapped around you? Breathing in his intoxicating scent, your fingers running through his dark hair, caressing his face, feeing his chest and arms….is it getting hot in here or….you soon fall asleep imagining so many things that you’d never speak aloud.

The following days goes by rather slow, you find different things to keep you busy. Music has always been one of your healing mechanisms so you decide to pack a small bag and bring your Bluetooth speaker down to the beach as dusk begins to approach. The days had been one of the nicest and when you realized how nice and warm it still was you decided to head down to the water. You place a large blanket out to lay on, set a few pillows down, and put your speaker out and with your favorite playlist on. You lay there in your oversized band t-shirt, shutting your eyes, feeling the warmth from the remaining sun on your body as it sets, your music softly playing in the background. Deeps breaths, absolute peace.

You don’t know how long you’ve been laying there but you realize it had gotten dark. It was such a beautiful day, the weather was still nice, you felt no need to cover yourself with blankets.

The moment you feel your body getting wet and cold your shoot your eyes open to see the Talokan king standing at your feet.

“Shiii-“ you heart nearly stops at his sudden appearance.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, “you looked peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He says.

“So you were just going to stare at me?” You ask propping yourself up on your elbows. You smile, tossing him a towel and move over slightly, inviting him to lay next to you.

He dries himself off and lays next to you. You move yourself against him so he is spooning you. Your breath shutters when your body hits his. You’re terrified, not of him just….of the situation and not in a fearful way just very nervous. He notifiers and slowly lays his arm around your body, pulling you even closer to him. You hear him sigh in contentment once you finally fully relax against him.

“Y/N,” he begins and pauses long enough for you to turn over to see him. Your noses touches one another’s. His hand cokes up to caress your face and he whispers something in his native tongue.

“What is it?” You softly ask.

He takes a moment to respond to you, “Allow me to take you to be my queen.”

You look deep into his eyes as his searches yours. You glance at his lips and slowly lean in, matches and the moment your lips touch it is pure ecstasy. An instant moan escapes your lips as they gently move in sync together.

As he releases your lips for you to take a breath, his arm reaches behind your back and next thing you know, he is overtop of you. He runs his hand that isn’t propping him up along your body, whispering who know what in his beautiful language.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, searching your eyes. He drops his head into your neck giving you soft kisses up to your ear.

“Mmmm….yes.”

You feel him smirk against your skin, “Entonces di mi nombre, mi reina.” He whispers into your ear.

You have no idea what he said but boy did it sound good.

You feel his hand firmly grasp your side, his hand sliding under your back, you turn to meet his lips in a desperate, passionate kiss. He pulls your shirt off and places kisses across your chest, his hands wandering over every inch of your skin. You tangle yourself hands in his hair and he kisses across your breasts causing moans to escape you, pressing yourself against him in desperation. His lips lock with your again as your kisses get more and more heated, moans coming from both of you, touching every part of each other, not being able to get enough.

“I promise to protect you.” He says, dragging his fingers down your center be meeting your eyes.

“I promise I will love you.” He says, kissing your neck.

His hand reaches for your thigh, leaving his firm grip there. “Let me love you.” He says, asking permission to continue further.

“Mmm” you sigh, your senses heightens.

“Words, mi amor.”

“Please, Namor.”

His touch leaves your body but only briefly. Before you can adjust, his touch is back causing you to gasp loudly. His lips trailing on the inside of your thighs. His hands gripping you hard and spreading your legs for him. You feel his hot breath hovering over your heat. He moans as you feel his finger slide over you causing you to buck your hips towards him.

“Please…”

His lips connect and you gasp, try grasping for his hand to entangle your hands in. He reaches his free hand up for you to hold onto in which you grasp with everything in you.

He sends vibrations through you as he moans into your body. The perfect work he continues to do with his tongue and he laps your wetness up as it is the only thing keeping him alive. You don’t know how much longer you can hold on which he senses. “Let it go,” he says, “don’t hold on.”

That is all your need for you to hit your climax from his mouth, your eyes shut, trying to squeeze your shaking thighs against his head but he releases his hand from your and hands your legs open as he doesn’t stop eating you. You gasp and squirm, moaning his name for the once silent beach to hear. He finally stops and hovers his body back over yours. Your eyes open as you finally get your breath back only for his lips to once again take it away. He groans into your lips and you both push your bodies against each other, wanting more, needing more. You gasp loudly, digging your nails into his back as he plunges two finger into you. You shriek and he immediately looks at you. You go to speak and explain but he already knows.

“You should have told me,” he softly whispers against your cheek, turning your face so you look at him in his eyes.

“I wasn’t sure how to tell you…that I’ve never been with anyone. It was embarrassing.” You respond.

“Not embarrassing. No. You’re perfect. Tell me if I hurt you and I will stop. Okay?” He assures.

You nod as he goes back to slowly using his finger on you, pressing them up into you to his knuckles, hitting your spots just right. His fingers do the work for a while but then you beg,

“P-please…”

“Please what?” He asks, locking eyes with you.

“Fill me with you,” you gasp as his finger continue thrusting in and out of you. “Please, Namor.”

His fingers leave you and your legs are spread open. He makes eye contact with you once again, “Yes?”

“Yes oh please now.” You beg.

“If I hurt you-“ he begins.

“I don’t care! Please!” You shout at him.

He smiles, slowly pressing himself into you, both of you gasping for air at the sensation. He leans down to you, your arms immediately wrapping around his back, holding onto him as though he is the only thing keeping you afloat in the middle of the ocean.

“Ready?” He asks before he fully begins.

You moan and nod into his neck. He slowly pulls in and out for a moment until you hook your leg around him causing an animalistic moan to escape him, picking up his pace, thrusting and grinding into you. His moans that flood out of his mouth turning you on even more than you ever imagined.

The sound of the waves, moaning and skin slapping fill the beach that was once silent.

“You okay?” He asks as he groans and moans as he thrusts harder into you.

“Yes!” You gasp as your body shakes with new sensations as he hits all of the right spots. “Oh yes….” You moan, your hands tangling themselves into his hair,

His lips meet yours, his tongue slipping into you fighting for dominance which he obviously wins. He bites your lip and pulls you up to him so you’re sitting on his lap as he continues thrusting into you, hitting new spots getting deeper and deeper. You cry out and claw his back and he grasps your breasts, moaning into you, sucking and kissing you. You decide it’s your turn and you push him back with all your might and he lays down, you starting to ride him. His hands on your hips matching your body with his thrusts. His eyes intently locked on every inch of your body. The moans escaping his lips are keeping you alive you are convinced. He can’t take anymore and flips you over, holding your hands down and viciously pounds into you, you’re not sure who is louder at this point. You’re calling out his name as your life depended on it which seems to only urge him on more. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his other hand getting to work on your very sensitive wetness and you cry out as he somehow continues to surprise you and bring new sensations to your body.

“Namor!” You scream.

His response is only more aggressive groans and grunts. He speaks in his native tongue as he continues to ravish your body.

You’ve lost track of how many times he has made you come at this point but he won’t stop until he is perfectly satisfied which doesn’t have you complaining one bit.

He abruptly pushes your leg off on him and his lips are suddenly locked with yours. He is close you can tell.

“Mi amor… oh….” He grunts into you as he bucks and circles his hips into you. “Come on…come on….” He groans. Aggressive sloppy kisses being exchanged as he pours into you filling you with his warmth. He groans as he slows down as not to just suddenly stop.

He looks at you, your eyes closed, your grip on him loosens your arms falling to the ground, heaving heavily. He brushes your hair off your face and places several soft kisses on your forehead. “Well done, mi reina.” He says looking at your delicate body that he just claimed as his own.

You look at him and smile. “What does that mean.” You coarsely ask, you voice left you a while ago from the screams he caused.

He pulls out of you, laying beside you.

“My queen.” He responds, pulling you to him and pulling a blanket over your body to keep you warm as the night darkens.

You nestle into his warm sweaty body. “That was amazing.” You whisper to him.

“Mi amor, you have never done this before…”

“I haven’t.” You shyly respond.

“I would have never known. But you’re with that boy?” He questions.

“He’s always tries but I just can’t get myself to be with him.” You say.

“He touches you, in any way, I will kill him. You’re mine now.”

“Namor…” you turn to face him.

“Mine.” He grasps onto your body and kisses you deeply.

You lay next to him and fall asleep before you know it. You don’t ever recall being more tired than you are tonight, for good reason that you definitely don’t regret either.

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