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Anna Heartfilias Adventures in Child Acquisition - Ch 1:

Rating: T Warnings: Small amount of Child Abuse at the beginning Word Count: 3.4k Summary: Anna Heartfilia has been tasked with finding children to be molded into Dragon Slayers to be sent through the eclipse gate. She doesn't always do that in the most conventional ways. Ao3 [Next Ch]

The sky above is a beautiful blue hue, clouds dot the sky, and there is a slight wind that blows the hair of the two people who walk through the fields. One of the two is a bit taller with dark black hair, they look to be around their mid-twenties. The other has ashy pink hair and looks like they are not even ten. The older one looks down towards the other with a pinched expression on their face, it looks like a mix of disgust and something else unreadable.

They reach out grabbing the younger by the scruff of their hair pulling the back of their hair so they are looking up at them. There is fear in the eyes of the pink-haired individual as they look up to the other. The older person's tight grip on the back of their hair does not lighten up as they speak, “I am leaving you with someone for a bit, you will stay on your best behavior, right Natsu?” Tears well up in Natsu’s eyes as he nods, his voice pleading, “I will, I will, I promise, please let go Zeref-nii.”

Zeref lets go as he shoves Natsu’s head forward, the shorter of the two falls over at the quick change. The dark-haired individual looks down at the other in disdain from where he is on the ground, “Get back up, stop your crying, and do not call me your brother.” Natsu shakily gets back up onto his feet, he wipes the tears out of his eyes before he looks up to the deep void of Zeref’s eyes.

The dark mage turns his head away from the child next to him gesturing for him to keep walking “Go a little farther out into the field, someone will be here to get you in a bit.” That was the last thing Natsu heard from him before the other disappeared in a flair of dramatics. As soon as the other had disappeared he collapsed onto the ground. Tears began to well in his eyes once more before spilling over in chest-rattling sobs. 

He doesn’t know how long he spent laying in the grassy field with rough cries echoing in the empty air. Suddenly he feels soft hands as fingers run through his hair, and his ears pick up on a soft cooing sound as his tears slowly come to a stop. He doesn’t have the energy in him to fight whoever it is so he nuzzles into their hand. Slowly he opens his eyes, though he didn’t realize they had fallen shut in the first place.

Above him is a lady who looks like she is an angel who was sent down to save him. She has long blonde locks that are pulled back into a ponytail, the sun lays a glowing halo around her so he can’t see her facial features. It takes a second for him to realize that she is talking to him, “...su, Natsu. There you are honey, are you ok?” He did not know who this woman was, but she had such a comforting aura to her that he couldn’t help but to trust her.

He sniffles a bit when her question processes in his brain “Zeref-nii left me here, all alone, and he yelled at me.” A frown painted the woman's face, or at least that’s the expression he thinks that she is making. “Well that was mean of him, but you are now gonna be staying with me and some of my friends sweetie, how does that sound?” He brings his hand up to his face rubbing at his eyes as he sits up, he finally sees the person in full light.

She has the same hair as when he was lying down, but now he can see her lightly tanned face. Her eyes are a light amber color, her face has light wrinkles around her eyes and smile lines. She was kneeling in front of him, about where he had been lying a second ago. The creases on her face are accentuated by her smile as she gives him a kind look as he thinks over her words. “Who are you?” The lady keeps the same kind smile on her face as she answers him “My name is Anna Heartfilia sweetie, and I am gonna be one of the people taking care of you for a bit.” As Anna speaks she slowly stands back up before offering her hand out to him.

He looks at her hand, a bit skeptical at first before he takes it using it to stand up. Her hand is just as soft as it had been when he felt it running through his hair. His mind wanders for a few seconds before he realizes that she is looking him over. He specifically notices that she is looking over his tattered clothes and he can’t help but feel a bit self conscious. He didn’t have the best clothes, there were some singe holes in his shirt, and both his shirt and pants were caked in mud.

She must have noticed how uncomfortable he was as he shifted back and forth because she stopped looking over his clothes with a critical eye. She let her kind smile paint her face once more, moving closer to him before she began to run her fingers through his hair again. He quickly leans into the comfort of her touch listening to her airy voice as she talks to him, “When we get home I’m gonna hem some of my spare clothes for you, and we will give you a proper bath, how does that sound?” A noise that was akin to a content purr slipped out of him at the idea.

She lightly laughed at the noise, glad that he was comfortable with her, most people wouldn’t become connected to someone this quickly. She holds her hand out to Natsu, she knows that he isn’t all that young, but he seems to like the physical contact that she is giving him. He quickly latches onto her hand before they begin to walk, he silently follows her though she does have to shorten her strides for him to be able to keep up.

They walk for half an hour and he doesn’t even say a single thing, content to walk in the silence. However as they grew closer to their end destination Anna could tell that it seemed he was able to sense that they were getting close, because he began to grow antsy. When his nerves hit an all-time high she stopped them in their tracks, before she kneeled down in front of him. She gets him to look into her eyes and focus on her, not whatever is in his head.

She lifts up one of her hands and runs it through his hair as they look at each other “Hey sweetie, what’s wrong?” His eyes quickly glance behind her at the base of the mountains that were within eyeshot. “What’s over there Ms Anna?” She lets out a quiet cooing noise under her breath at the softness of his tone “Just some friends who are anticipating meeting you, though I should warn you, they aren’t exactly human.”

Those words didn’t seem to placate his nerves all that much, which she could understand in this context, who wouldn’t be scared to hear that the people you are going to be living with are inhuman? His voice shook a bit as he spoke up, which she couldn’t help but frown at. “What are they?” She sighs, keeping her tone and hand gentle as she works to calm him “They are dragons, but not the scary ones you hear about in stories, they are very sweet, at least most of them, two of them can be a bit snippy.”

She could see a small sparkle in his eyes at the mention of dragons like it was something that interested him. But there was still the underlying fear in his eyes, “They won’t try to eat me?” She couldn’t help but laugh a bit because in her head that idea seemed preposterous. “No sweetie, they actually want to train you.” Most of the fear seemed to leave him at that as he tilted his head to the side “They want to train me? How?” She smiled at him, seeing that his spirits were slowly lifting. “Well, how about we get there, and they can tell you themselves.”

This time he grabs onto her hand trying to pull her along in order to get there faster now that his interest has been peaked. She laughs a bit as she quickens her stride slightly to keep up with his excited pace. She makes sure to keep them on the right path to get there but otherwise let him lead.

Soon enough she had made it to a giant open stretch of trimmed grass at the base of the mountain. Far off to one side, there was a hut that looked like it had been built by hand and was bigger than what one person could live in. But that isn’t what Natsu’s eyes fell on, no, his eyes fell on the dragons that were talking on the other side of the field. Five majestic dragons, the closest thing he had seen to a dragon had been some of his brother's demons, but even they were nowhere close to the amount of power that these dragons exuded.

Anna smiles as she squats down next to Natsu, laying one hand on his back, she can feel that he is shaking, she is guessing with a mix of nerves and excitement. She talks calmly and quietly to him “Do you wanna go meet them?” He nods excitedly and she can’t help but laugh a bit as she stands back up before slowly leading him over to them.

They were sitting in what was almost a semi-circle formation so she moved into the open area between them, somewhere that they could all see them, and she and Natsu could see all of them. She cleared her throat to get their attention, knowing full well they had sensed the two of them coming even before she had stopped to calm Natsu down earlier. All five of the dragons turned to look down at them, the young boy attempts to hide most of his body behind her.

She smiles up at the imposing figures while she also puts a comforting hand on Natsu behind her. “Hi everyone, this is Natsu Dragneel.” She gestures to the boy behind her, who peaks out a bit to wave at them and look them all over. She begins telling him who each of them is while pointing at them from left to right “Natsu these are Grandeeney the Sky Dragon, Metalicana the Iron Dragon, Igneel the Fire Dragon King, Skiadrum the Shadow Dragon, and finally Weisslogia the White Dragon.”

Natsu was looking up at the dragons like they were gods and in his mind they probably were. Anna lets out a quiet chuckle as she moves so that Natsu is in front of her so that the others can properly look him over. The dragons seem to have a bit of shared unease between them, but she feels that they will get used to another human presence, at least that’s what she believes their unease is about. The first to lean down towards him is Grandeeney, she lowers herself towards the ground so she can get a proper look at him. She gives him a light smile, her eyes convey a slight amount of joy in them. Her voice has a soft timber to it that Anna had always found comforting, “Hello Natsu, it is nice to meet you.”

The young Dragneel’s eyes practically sparkle with awe at her, he shyly reaches out his hand before pulling it back. It seemed that the sky dragoness could tell he wanted to touch her so she moved a bit closer to him so that her face was close to him, “Go on little one, you may touch.” He reaches up once again, his fingers running through her feather-like scales, the soft bristles parting between them. He couldn’t help but express his amazement out loud, “It’s so soft.”

Grandeeneys body rumbles with a light laugh at the boy's exclamation. As the two were occupied with that Anna looked up at the other four dragons who were silently watching the interaction. Metalicana and Skiadrum are wearing the same normal unreadable expressions on their faces, Weisslogia let a small smile on his face while he watched the scene in front of him. Finally, Igneel had an expression almost as unreadable as the first two, but she could see a bit of turmoil in the depths of his eyes. She had a hunch about what could be causing that turmoil, but that is something that she could ask about later.

Anyway, they still need to tell Natsu what he is even here for, and then figure out which one of them is gonna claim him. The information that she knows about the small pink-haired boy from Zeref leads her to believe that he is going to be paired with Igneel. But once again, those are some things they can deal with a little later after the dragons have gotten used to the other’s presence. In all honesty, she thinks she actually might need to just get Natsu up to some proper health standards, he looks thin for his age, and a bit beat up.

Finally, she looks back to where Natsu is still running his fingers through Grandeeneys scales, the dragoness seems to be relaxing under the boy's touch. She walks a bit closer to the two before gaining their attention, “Well, I hate to break this up, but, Natsu needs a bath, and probably some food, so we shall go do that, we will see you five in the morning.” At this indication, the sky dragoness slowly slips her head out from underneath Natsu’s hand and moves back to her full height, “Good night Anna, Natsu.”

The four other dragons still say nothing as Anna leads Natsu over to the other end of the field where the hut sits. She opens the door before grabbing her lighter from her pocket as she makes her way around the room lighting the lamps. The boy stays in the doorway taking in all the details around him, how the light bounces off of the walls. She slowly makes her way back over to him, leading him out of the doorway and closing the door behind them, “This will be your home for a while Natsu, it’s just as much yours as it is mine.”

He looks at her with a light awe in his eyes, “You mean I get to live in a real house, Zeref-nii always told me that this was a place for adults.” Some of the comments that he was making were starting to concern her, as well as warp the perception she had of her so-called ‘friend’. Her eyebrows furrowed as she kneels to look Natsu in the eyes. “Well that’s not true honey, everyone should be able to live in houses, all the way from when you're born to when you die.”

She can see the gears in his mind turning as he processes what he just told her, to get his mind off of that she guides him towards where his room is. She pushes the door to his room open for him to see inside, it’s not much but it has a bed and a small basket of clothes that she made for him by hand. “This is going to be your room Natsu, and there are some clothes for you, grab some that you want to wear, go wash up, put those on, and then meet me out where we came in, ok?” He mindlessly nods as he looks through the basket, finding clothes that look comfortable.

He walks back over to her with the clothes in hand, she gives him a small smile before she leads him to the washroom. There is a metal basin, with a bucket next to it full of water that sits on hot coals. “Can I leave you to take care of it from here?” She waits until she sees him nod and then she heads back out towards where they first came in.

The front of the cabin right as you walk in shows a kitchenette and a small dining room. She looks through the food that she had stocked up and realizes she may need to head into town again soon to pick up some more supplies, though she could do with what she had for now. She sighed as she started to put together a simple meal for the two of them, something that could hold the boy over until a bit of a heavier meal tomorrow since it was starting to get late.

Some time passed before she picked up on the padding of bare feet on the hard wood of the floor. She turned away from the makeshift stove she had lit with one of the candles, she had a smile on her face as she looked at the now clean boy. “Don’t you feel much better now sweetie?” He gives a shy nod before he sniffs the air as if he can smell the food that is brewing up on the stove. She chuckles as she hears his stomach growl in response to the smell, “How about you sit down at the table, the food is almost done.”

He follows her instructions shuffling his way over to the table before sitting in the chair, swinging his legs back and forth as he waits. She turns back to the stove adding a few more seasonings, making quiet conversation as she does. “Natsu, honey, how old are you?” He takes a second to think before he answers her, “I think I’m eight.” She lets out a noncommittal before focusing back on the stew.

 Once it’s ready she begins moving around the kitchen to pull out two bowls for them. She sets the bowls next to the pot before she ladles a few spoonfuls of the stew into each of the bowls. She opens a drawer, pulling out two spoons before making her way over to the table. She sets one of the bowls down in front of him with a spoon before sitting in the seat that was across from him.

They eat in silence for a bit before Natsu speaks up, “I really like the food, Ms. Anna.” She can’t help but let out a light laugh at the honorifics “No need for the Ms, Natsu, you may call me just Anna, but, thank you” She lets out a quiet sigh when he responds with an “Ok Ms. Anna.” They continue to eat in companionable silence until both of their bowls are empty, “Would you like more Natsu?”

He seems to almost look guilty as he nods, “Only if it isn’t an inconvenience for you Ms Anna.” She gives him a pitying smile, “It is not an inconvenience to ask for food sweetie, especially if I am offering it to you, ok?” She just gets a small nod in response, though she must say that it is better than nothing. She takes both of their bowls back over to the stove. She puts hers off to the side because she personally was full. But she takes the ladle and fills his bowl up once more.

He brings his bowl back to the table laying it in front of him, he gobbles the stew down before announcing that he is done. She then stands gathering up his bowl before putting it with hers. She then gets him up and herds him towards his bed, “Ok honey, now it’s time to head to bed, you can learn more about everything tomorrow.” She gets him into the bed before beginning to tuck him in. Once she has him tucked in, she leans down and gives him a kiss on the forehead, “Goodnight Sweetie.” She smiles as she heads towards the door when she hears a “Goodnight Ms Anna” in return.

She shuts the door behind her before she tidies up the hut a bit, cleaning the dishes she had put off to the side. Once the cabin was tidy she made her way to her own room, beginning her nighttime routine. She takes her keys off of her belt, laying them on a secure hook next to her bed. After they are secure she changes into her night clothes, laying down into the bed, and falls asleep with a light feeling in her chest in anticipation for the days to come.

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Yandere Boarding School Part 2, (Faculty)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, smoking, horny posting.

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Background: Thinking about a Headmasters Son or Daughter!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Ridgemoore Academy being an all male school, this makes it easier to imagine a world where reader is allowed in the school. Now, let's focus on the faculty...

◇ Mr. Joel Murphy, who teaches the majority of the 'life skills' classes at the school. The school being all-boys is very traditional, and teaches things like game hunting and orienteering, which is why they hired a manly-man like Joel. If only they knew what a bitter grump he is. An ex-sheriff of the nearby town, he decided to leave the force after realizing there was no real crime in the small, privileged town, and decided to take up an easy job at the school. Unfortunately, he realized his love for camping and hunting is warped into what he considers 'frilly shit for rich little boys'. He's gruff, barking out orders and easily been exasperated at the sheer incompetence of the boys.

"Shoot one quail, and these boys act like they killed a bear..."

He thought about retiring from yet another job, as living on the ritzy campus just doesn't feel like home to him, and lord knows he's not fond of his job. However, things change when you arrive. Whether you're a delinquent or a little more sweet and obedient, he likes you. If you're a delinquent, he likes seeing a little hell-raiser kick up some shit at the fancy school. If you're sweet or shy, he gets protective. Nice youngins' like you shouldn't be thrown in amongst these spoiled weasels.

He's sure to help you if you need it, a gentle hand on your back as his burly chest presses against your shoulder blades, adjusting your position against the butt of a rifle. Standing by while you're on hands and knees trying to light a fire, making sure none of the boys are trying to get a look at your assessts. Not that he isn't going to, but he justifies it to himself as just making sure your school shorts/skirt is regulation. He's protecting your modesty. After class hours, come to him with any issues, or shit, even his room. He'll put on some coffee and ask you to help him create a curriculum that 'reaches the kids', as your father instructed him to. It's cozy, the fancy school adnorments thrown away for medals and plaques, national parks posters and a few old family photos. He'll keep you tucked in on his warm couch while he strays from curriculum talk to stories of his time in the scouts and on the force. Tells you about how much he loves just... laying out under the stars with somebody special, to sit around a campfire with friends, then slyly ask is you've ever had somebody to do that with. He knows you're younger than him, and he struggles with the idea that you won't want him cause of it, so for now, he'll bask in the feeling of seeing you curled up in his room, keeping the idea of picking you up and having you accept his cock to himself. If you can get pregnant, his fists his cock to the thought of that too. He's not some horned up boy, he wants you in the long term.

He looooooves the yearly orienteering final, in which the students in the class are made to go on an actual camping trip. It's possible a tent will 'accidentally' go missing, leaving you to bunk with him. Don't worry, nothing bads gonna happen while you've got this burly bear of a man practically spooning you, warm gut from his dad-bod pressed against you as he tries his best to make sure he doesn't scare you.

"Sorry those damn boys left your tent back at the school, kiddo. I... wouldn't be suprised of one of them did it on purpose, little bastards." He grumbles, hoping you'll take the hint to separate yourself from those immature preps and stick to being with a man who can treat you right. "Remember that lesson from a couple weeks ago, on body heat? I know it's awkward, but we've only got one sleeping bag. You feel like you can trust this old man to keep you warm?" Unfortunately for his ego and trying to keep down his urges, the trees aren't going to be the only wood in the morning.

◇ Mr. Paul Burton, head of the arts department. He's so over this, a once decent artist who dabbled in pop art and theatre only to stop getting gigs and be black-listed after offending several more famous artists, calling their work 'sell-out chic', he's now a burn-out who smokes and ignores his students all class. He's passionate about art, but frankly he doesn't want tow aste his time teaching when he knows these rats are taking his class for easy credit. He's only teaching here to utilize the facilities and studios so he's not living in a van in the Walmart parking lot. A mix of hippie culture, live and let live and cynical burnout, he's so. Fucking. Done. But... maybe you change that for him.

You're interesting, a headmasters child who doesn't fit in to your fathers perfect mold? Maybe a rebellious student who goes against the grain of this perfect school. Or a blooming ray of sunshine in this dark den of privilege and conformist curriculum for the future lawyers of the world. Either way, he's found a new muse. See him after class.

He'll be thrilled if you're into art, let him guide you. Tell him your favorite artists and he'll tell you when he threw up on there shoes by accident in his hey-day. Gossip about a student you don't like, he'll listen while he smokes and tell you about how that guys mom hit on him. He loves to gossip, but he loves to watch you create more. The way your hands shape a vase or brush across a canvas light a fire in him he hasn't felt in a while. He's more willing to forgo the age gap between you, while it's never something he considered before, he knows he's not gonna let go of the one thing that makes him feel like he lives again. Besides, he's always been unconventional.

He'll have you stay after class, maybe he'll have you pose nude for a painting, assuring you it's fins, it's platonic, it's just for the love of art. He chooses and extra large canvas, it lets him paint while he relieves himself as you explain you're getting cold. He'll put on some artsy, silent, black and white film from the 30s, and while you watch and slowly realize it's pornographic, He'll grin to himself while he watches you flush. He'll ask you all sorts of questions about your thoughts on the film, the actors, what they're doing. He really wants to figure out how experienced you are. "What do you think of the composition? It's really carnal, you know?" He puts out his cigarette. "I'm glad I can show this to you, you'll actually appreciate it. You're not giggling like an idiot when some guys penis is out on the screen." He groans, thinking of his other students.

He does actually like one student, though they make an odd pair. Joseph's easily spooked and shy personality clashes with the brash older man's, but he's glad to have someone he can think of as a protege. Someone who loves art as much as him, but get isolated for it. He was doing a portfolio look over when Joseph accidentally turned in the wrong folder. Joseph feels like he might die as Mr. Burton, a man he admires, flips through nude pictures of the object of his affection, and at a distance no less. A part of him wants to rip it away, but he needs this scholarship.

"Please, please, sir! I-I'll never do it again, it was just a phase, I didn't mean for you to see-"

"They're good." Mr. Burton flips through the folder. "Real good. You could really get somewhere with these, maybe not in the fine art scene, but... tell you what." He adjusts his glasses and leans forward on his desk. "We'll do a special session, you and me, yeah? I'll get your friend here, and I'll vouch for your integrity so you can take some less-" he purses his lips. "Stalker-ish pics- Jesus, kid, is that taken from a tree?"

☆ Anatoli Sidorov, probably the best paid staff given how they got him here. He's a Russian coach for a former Olympic Russian swim team, and he joined the prestigious American school to escape shame after he 'resigned' post a doping scandal which he swears he wasn't involved in. (Whether he was or not is your choice.) Still, he's led the boys swim team and track team to nationals several times, and he's a legend among the wealthy benefactors of the school. He's outwardly very serious, hard on his team but respectful of them. He doesn't put up with any unruly or unsportsmanlike behavior from his boys, at least not what he can see. He's very nice deep down, intellectual and funny, though he still struggles with American humor and English.

He adores you when he meets you, milking about with the other students before class. You seem genuinely social, and wanting to fit in. The idea someone could be so welcoming warms his heart. Deep down, he misses his home, and he misses the friends he once had. You're warm, and he likes that. Not to mention, you're a looker. He's embarrassed, especially if you're male, seeing as he never considered swinging the other way, and much less with someone younger. But he can't help but stare when your pretty tits bounce as you run, or the way those jogging shorts hardly conceal your bulge. He even pulled you to the side one to scold you for not wearing regulation gym clothes, before realizing they were and awkwardly sending you back into class. That was a moment of self-reflection for him.

He's not necessarily outwardly softer to you, you might even think he doesn't like you, given that he has you stay late to run or jump rope, or constantly pulls you into time out mid-game. It's all for your own good, trust him. He doesn't like the way some of the boys were looking at you, and he could tell Evan was a only a play away from trying to practically hump you while trying to 'get the ball'. He's made Harrison, who he loves as a player, run laps for talking to you for only a few minutes. He hates feeling like a jealous boy, but he can't help it. You make him feel young.

He establishes a private locker room area for you, since you're the headmasters kid and not an official student. Besides, you're clearly being harassed by the others! So, he's got a nice little closet for you, with a not suspicious air freshener that's not a hidden camera, and a private key only you have access to. (Technically that's true, he just has a bypass key for himself.) He'll snatch a pair of boxers or some panties, slipping them into his track coat for later. Eventually, he'll tell you he's worried you aren't able to catch up to the others, given that you arrived later and started the gym curriculum later than the others. He'll start having extra 'make-up' workouts with you, starting with stretching. One leg uo on the bar, you'll have to excuses his cold hand running along your thigh, or stroking over your chest as him just admiring how your strength and flexibility is evolving. He relishes the feeling of your body on his, groping you under the guise of training and resisting the urge to just slip aside your gym shorts and veg you to take him.

"Little star, part 'dem a little, there ve go." He keeps your legs parted as he works you into a position on your back, against the rubber mats the tumbling team had laid out. He lays just over you, pushing your legs back a little further with his arms, just far away enough to keep you from noticing his hard on, but enough to lightly press it against the plush swell of your ass. Good, let's just- fuck- hold. Let's hold."

☆ Kory Koffman, English teacher and part time librarian! The school outs so much effort into sports, both admin and students seem to forget about him. Hell, the library is used so little they fired the librarian, and he took it upon himself to try and care for the building himself. He's a sweet, shy man, who just wants to share his passion for literature with others. However, unlike Mr. Burton, he was never popular or famous, so he's content to keep to himself, but the loneliness does get to him.

When you wandered into his library one day, maybe looking for a book or seeking refuge from a hoarde ofadmirers, he was happy to welcome you into his little safe haven. He'll give you some warm tea from the little coffee machine he has set up, and sit you down. Let him help you find a book, or tell you about his creative writing class? He'd let you join, even late in the semester! It's not a very full class.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself craving the attention of another, of someone else's company, other than his books. He hasn't felt that need for connection since he was a boy, after his momma passed. He'll do anything to keep you there, and if reading isn't your thing, much to his chagrin, he'll add a DVD section to the library, but only good films and classic for you! No Adam Sandler, those movies are to overstimulating for poor Mr. Koffman.

As his feelings turn romantic, he's ashamed. You're a student, and he's a lonely old man, you deserve someone better, someone your age. However, the thought of you being with any of the many students who mock him in the halls or disrupt his class, the thought of hand you over to those-those imbeciles, hurts him. He wants you, and he's ashamed at the way his trousers go tight when you bend over to get a fallen book, or when you hand him his glasses after he misplaced them (again), the fact he just stares at your finger prints for awhile and refuses to clean the lens. He's not had sex in a long, long time, but he finds himself masturbating more than he ever did when he was younger. He'll watch library security footage openly, moaning and whimpering at his desk with no fear anybody will stop in, no one ever does but you. He wants you as his spouse, you already make his library, his home away from home seem brighter, imagine what you could do for his actual apartment.

"Oh, hello! It's good to see you, it's been a bit." He's a little bitter at that last statement, but adjusts his glasses and continues. "Just remember to stop by often, okay? I'd really, really hate to impose the late policy on you..."

☆ Atticus Critch, the schools latin instructor and head sponsor of student body, (not to mention the man in charge of detention), is a strict disciplinarian. He takes no nonsense from anyone, and despises the behavioral pardons given to boys like Evan or Harrison simply because they are athletes. Peter is obviously his favorite, and when he catches wind of the ways the boys around campus are speaking about you, he decides to take it upon himself to remove the distraction, by having Carter trail you and give you detention for minor inconveniences. Carter isn't particularly thrilled at always having to send you to detention instead of extorting you to get his rocks off, but he's hoping maybe he'll get to 'monitor' detention one of these days.

Initially, Mr. Critch has you doing small tasks, writing lines or organizing things, but soon he starts to see the appeal. If you're a good student for the most part, he's determined to keep you good, and away from all the vermin in this school. If you're bad, he's had plenty of experience in taming brats. He's open with his sexual desires, it his growing affection for you that makes him struggle.

If you've stayed out too late and broke curfew, you can spend detention on your knees, suckling his cock into the late hours. Maybe you've been running around with Tyler. He'll make you lay down on his desk and deny you your climax over and over again, asking 'if not making you cum' is what that boy does to you, never fully satisfying you. He'll make you beg to finish, and to promise you'll be good from now on.

"Come on, repeat it. Tell me you'll be good now, that you won't bother with BOYS-" He annuciates with a thrust, "When you have a man right here, whose willing to take time out of his day to discipline you!" One the amorous session is over though, he definitely softens, trying to prove he's more than a boy in many ways, including good aftercare. He'll dress your limp form back up in your uniform and walk you get you a cup of water from the fountain. "Only ten minutes till your detention is over, dear. Just sit there, take some time to reflect on how you got here." His tone is demeaning, but as he pets your scalp, his touch is so feather-light. Don't expect is to last into the next day though.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny never thought he would enjoy the sidekick/mentee lifestyle but Kori was really cool. She was a adult but she still listened to him and made intelligent, competent and compassionate choices that were genuinely in his best interest. Danny hadn't known adults like that existed.

Starfire was kinda wierd for a ghost though. Phantom couldn't seem to pin down what her obsession was but he guessed that was fine so long as "The Princess of Tamaran" didn't hurt anyone. Plus, not only was she a ghost, she was an alien ghost! Like from a whole other planet and everything!

Aka Starfire gets booted from the DC universe and wanders in to Dannys via Vlads ghost portal. Vlad attacks her and Starfire beats him up, destroying a lot of his visibly unethical stuff, ect. Danny has been her fan ever since.

She did clarify that she was an alien but Danny assumes she's an alien ghost due to her coming from the ghost zone and having some ghost like powers.

Misunderstandings ensue

[gothamite-rambler]

Dick: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Kori: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Dick: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Kori: Is it working?

[bluebedo]

As a child, at least before the tragic passing of Martha and Thomas, Bruce was always such an easy one. Naturally intelligent with a surprisingly pertinent green thumb. Helpful, charming, albeit adventurous and loud-mouthed. When he wanted to be, Bruce could be a troublesome little brat. Often Alfred remembers Bruce coming home from school sporting bruises and ready to tell them all of the latest ‘underdog’ he had stood up for. Even as a child, he had such a strong sense of justice.

Or, Alfred reminisces.

[sundrop-writes]

Titans Hogwarts House Headcanons

A/N: I started writing this during the summer and never finished it, and now I need to clean out my drafts, so I figured that I would post it unfinished lmao. I hope you guys enjoy it. It's just a random, fun thing that I was thinking about.

NOTE - this is based on the Titans (2018) specific versions of the characters and their personalities. If you think this conflicts with other versions, don't complain about it to me. Make your own headcanons post lmao. Also I'm sorry if I have forgotten any of the characters.

Gar Logan - Hufflepuff

I was torn between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for him, but I ultimately went with Hufflepuff because I think he has more of those traits. And because he has more of a propensity to run away in the face of danger (which isn't really a bad thing, it's a good protective instinct) - but he's not the kind of boldly (stupidly) brave that a Gryffindor is. When he sees something that is like a 'real life horror movie', he wants to run in the other direction, and he is so smart for that.

And all his other traits are very Hufflepuff - he is intensely loyal, friendly, he has a tendency to make friends very easily (as we see with literally everyone in the show). He always tries to see the best in people, he's positive and bright, and it takes a lot for him to reach anger and actually get mad at people. He's very easy going and calm and just wants to support people.

He is very soft and bright Hufflepuff.

Jason Todd - Slytherin

This is one of the most obvious to me. I know a lot of people think that Slytherin automatically equals 'bad guy', but I am not calling Jason a bad guy with this headcanon. I love his complexity and how his personality fits into this so well. He's clever, he's mouthy, he's sharp - he's sarcastic, defensive. Defensive in a good way - he won't just lay down and let people walk all over him. And he's always very good at speaking his mind.

He's ruthless in his revenge when he feels that he has been wronged, and he is incredibly loyal when he feels that loyalty is earned. (Which unfortunately is something that doesn't get demonstrated much in the show - but he was very loyal to Bruce right up until the point that he felt he got betrayed.)

He has the ultimate hot Slytherin fuckboy personality.

Also him and Gar are the Slytherin/Hufflepuff friendship meme.

Dick Grayson - Gryffindor

At first I was wondering if he was more of a Slytherin, but I realized that him and Jason are straddling opposite ends of the Slytherin/Gryffindor spectrum in such a perfect way. (It's one of the reasons why their characters fight so viscerally and could have also been such an amazing duo.)

He shows a lot of the negative traits of being a Gryffindor - stubbornness, (at times) fierce independence, wanting to be a leader because you don't trust others, being quick to anger because you are upset about injustice, the intense need to save everyone and carrying intense guilt when you can't (especially blaming yourself for not being able to save everyone through impossible conditions).

(He is sooo the Harry Potter of this group.)

And he does have a lot of the positive aspects too - being incredibly loyal, showing intense passion for the ones you love, doing literally anything to save the people you love, letting your love for your family fuel you, not wanting to see injustice/not wanting to see people undeserving of cruelty go through it.

He is the essential flawed Gryffindor and I am obsessed with it.

Kory Anders - Slytherin

Again, a lot of people associate Slytherin with evil, but I love seeing Slytherin traits in the Titans characters for their positive aspects.

Kory has the Slytherin fierceness, the sassyness, the intense loyalty - but she shows this loyalty in the form of defending her loved ones without rules (not caring who she has to kill in order to defend the people she loves), and she has a code of loyalty toward her sister, but she's not afraid to show how unhappy she is about abiding by that code. Which is very Slytherin of her lmao.

I think one of her most Slytherin moments is tricking that mobster woman into shaking her hand and then killing her immediately after she killed her own son, because she couldn't stand to see the injustice, but rather than handling it with a code of correctness and justice, she went straight for the 'eye for an eye' method in order to correct things.

Same with locking Faddei inside her ship - she knew that Rachel needed her more, and so she didn't care about going low and tricking Faddei in order to maintain her loyalty toward Rachel and the Titans.

She is someone who uses her Slytherin traits for good.

Rachel Roth - Hufflepuff

I debated for a few minutes about her as well, but then I realized that she is on the opposite side of the coin that Gar is in terms of Hufflepuffs. Gar is very sociable, very outwardly friendly, tries to be literally everyone's friend, and Rachel is much more shy and reserved, much pickier about who she becomes friends with and who she opens up to - she's more sarcastic, but still generally quiet and not as social.

And her most important Hufflepuff trait - her heart. She is an incredibly empathetic person. She feels intense guilt when she accidentally hurts people, she connects deeply with the people that she loves and would do anything for them, she would rather keep her pain to herself if she thinks that it means avoiding hurting other people. The very high empathy, high emotions, full hearted kind of thing - is very Hufflepuff of her.

Conner Kent - Ravenclaw

Again, this was one that I debated about a bit. He has some Slytherin traits, but I was thinking about that scene where Eve told him "sometimes that anger will be his (Lex Luthor's) and sometimes it will be yours" - when he was new, his emotions and some of his behaviour (like going to Lex's house when he thought it was the Kent farm) was controlled by his epigenetic memories, and later on, even when his more 'Luthor' side is revealed, I still think that he has more Ravenclaw traits than Slytherin traits.

Those traits: he has more measurable knowledge than 'sense' sometimes - and again, this is because he's literally new, but it still makes sense as a Ravenclaw trait; he is incredibly intelligent with that knowledge; he's very studious; and later on in S4 when he has his more Luthor side revealed, he still has a lot of Ravenclaw traits. He is very witty and sarcastic, quick on the tongue, and he displays some of the more negative Ravenclaw traits - speaking without necessarily caring about other people's feelings, being brutally honest, believing that he's superior to others because of his intellect.

I think it fits him very well. I love how the Titans characters display both negative and positive aspects of the house personalities.

Dawn Granger - Ravenclaw

Dawn is at the opposite end of the Ravenclaw spectrum. Rather than being outwardly sarcastic and believing that she's above others because of her knowledge, she is the more quiet, calm, reserved Ravenclaw.

It's clear that she's very intelligent, but more than anything, Dawn displays the extreme emotional intelligence that a lot of Ravenclaws have. She is well in control of her emotions, and she tries hardest to control the emotions of others around her, being an emotional adviser for the people that she loves.

Bonus (aka the ones that I didn't have time to go into detail about)

Hank Hall - Gryffindor (Shows the 'stupidly brave' side of Gryffindor.)

Garth - Gryffindor

Donna Troy - Ravenclaw or Gryffindor

Tim Drake - Ravenclaw (The detective who is a clever observer and figures everything out.)

Barbara Gordon - Ravenclaw

Rose Wilson - Slytherin

Jericho Wilson - Hufflepuff

Jinx - Slytherin (She is a bit selfish, but she is loyal when she needs to be, and she's not afraid to use under-handed tactics to get the job done.)

[rainbowfish3iswriting]

Deleted scene from chapter 2 of “Keep Your Enemies Closer”

I deleted this scene because I realized by the end if it, it wasn’t going into the direction I wanted to go. But I like it too much for it to go into the void completely. So I’m posting it here.

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Safest place in the world is next to dad…

What felt like centuries, Peter made it back to his apartment. He struggled for a second to unlock the door before he could open it. He quickly steps inside, closing and locking himself in.

“Peter?” He hears Kori calling out. “Is that you?”

“It’s me!” He calls out.

“Your father just finished dinner- are you alright?” Kori steps into the hallway, seeing her disheveled stepson leaning against the door.

His wife’s words immediately gets Dick’s attention. He instantly steps out the kitchen, he stands next to Kori as he looks at the state his son is in. “Peter, did something happened?”

“No, no, everything is fine.” Peter obviously lies as he struggles to take his shoes off.

“You’re not fine, bug.” Dick says as he steps toward his son. “Are you crying…? What’s going on?”

Peter could hear the worry and anger raising from his father’s throat.

“It’s-I’m- I can’t!” The teen’s is having shortness in breath as his body trembles.

My family is in danger…

My dreams of being Spider-Man are over…

This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“Pete, breathe. Everything is going to be alright.” Dick tries to assure his kid, worry written all over his face.

“Let’s sit down.” Kori suggested calmly. She wore a concerned expression on her face, but her voice was calmly smooth. “Once you settle down we can talk.”

Peter was reminded that he was going to have a sister soon as he glanced at his stepmom’s swollen stomach.

If he became Spider-Man and Beck outs him like he did before, everyone’s identity will get exposed as well. It’ll be like a domino effect. Peter, the son of Richard Grayson, grandson of Bruce Wayne, is discovered to be a vilgilante everyone will look at Bruce and know he’s Batman. Theories were there, but nothing concrete to prove it. If it comes out his grandson is a vilgilante, people will assume Bruce is Batman too. This will also lead people to realize his children are also the vilgilantes and start putting the puzzle pieces together.

“Oh fuck…” Peter sobs out.

His sister won’t be able to have a normal life.

“Peter, bug, please, tell me what’s upsetting you!” Dick begs out.

“I’m-I’m sorry! I can’t!” Peter cries out as he runs pass his parents. “I can’t!” He goes into his room and locks himself inside.

“Peter!” Dick runs to his son’s door. He could hear his kid sobbing from the other side. “Peter, please! Let me help you!” The man pleads, but his cries fall on deaf ears as he listens to his son crying. He couldn’t do anything to dry his son’s tears.

Something had happen….

Someone had hurt his kid….

Dick is seething now.

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That’s it! I hope you liked that! Chapter 2 should be posted tomorrow!

[tarisilmarwen]

RobStar Week 2024, Day 5 - Date

(My Florida Man Flying Graysons agenda continues, also I may have been inspired by my own 10-year anniversary vacation. Enjoy!)

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"Not that I don't appreciate Bruce doing this for us," said Dick, stirring his straw in the glass of cool bourbon sitting on the table in front of him, "but I'm still not sure about leaving the kids with him. At least, not for a whole week."

Kory nudged her own drink—an orange fruity cocktail—to the side and reached to take his hand. "Alfred has assured me that Jake and Mar'i are already having a wonderful time. The last message we exchanged I believe they were making batches of cookies."

Still agitated, Dick leaned back in the pool deck chair, making it creak underneath him. He tried to relax and enjoy the warm sea air, wafting over the top of the cruise ship as it prepared to cast off—seven days in the Western Caribbean, a full-expenses-paid trip gifted to them for their tenth anniversary—but anxious what-ifs still chased themselves around inside his head.

What if something happened while they were on vacation? What if some villain decided to attack the Manor, or target the kids for their connection to Bruce? What if Mar'i convinced Jake to sneak out on patrol with her, and what if they got hurt? What if—?

Kory squeezed his hand tighter, pinching with her Tamaranian strength, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Eyes on her and deliberately taking a long deep breath, Dick forced his anxieties away.

"Sorry," he said. "I'll stop spiraling now, I promise."

"Mmm?" Starfire prompted, with a tilt of her head.

Dick took another breath and verbalized his mental counterarguments.

"Mar'i and Jake will be fine. Bruce promised us he would keep them safe. He is not taking them on any missions or patrols and has shelved most of his active cases so that he's not too occupied to spend time with them. There are emergency procedures in place arranged with Alfred if anything happens to him while he's out on patrol. The Titans are on hand for anything else."

Kory smiled. "Feel better?"

His lips quirked. "Yeah, actually."

She squeezed his hand again, gentler this time.

They sat in comfortable silence a moment, watching the upper deck fill up with more guests, eager to watch the ship sail away from a good vantage point.

"Should we move to to prow or is this still a good spot for you?" Kory asked at length.

He had a few more sips of the bourbon in him and it was starting to put him in a better mood. "Let's go to the stern," he decided, standing and pulling her along by the hand. "We can usually spot dolphins trailing after the ship's wake."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh!" she gasped. "Yes please, I would love to see them!"

He smiled and paused so she could grab her drink and then they ambled on leisurely towards the back of the ship. The breeze picked up, warm and refreshing, promising clear summer weather and a hint of salty spray. It rustled the hem of Kory's long white skirt around her ankles, caught strands of her vibrant red hair, and whistled through Dick's scalp like a gentle caress.

He had to admit it; this was really nice.

They found a spot at the rail at almost the very back of the ship. The engines rumbled to life shortly, stirring excited flutters from the other guests as the wake churned white and they began slowly drifting away from the dock.

"What are you looking forward to the most, on this trip?" Kory asked him.

He thought for a moment, then replied, "I think the shore excursion to the historical downtown, when we reach Jamaica."

"That is a good one," Kory agreed.

"You?"

She gave a coy smile that sent shivers through him, eyes glinting mischievously. "Let us just say I have illicit plans for us after dinner on formal night," she said, almost purring the words in his ear, leaning close.

Now he tingled with excitement, already imagining his wife wrapped in the slinky black number she'd brought along for the trip and then mentally undressing her.

"Are you ah..." he said, licking his dry lips, "...opposed to giving me a little preview? After we're fully away?"

"Indeed not," she murmured, lips nipping at his ear, skin so warm he forgot how to breathe for a second. "I for one am planning on thoroughly enjoying my time with my husband."

He tilted his head and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Heat and passion flamed between them for a moment until Kory broke away with a happy gasp.

"Oh!" she cried, pointing off towards their wake. "There they are! Look!"

Dick couldn't even be mad about the interruption, grinning as he leaned arms on the railing, nursing his drink and watching dolphin fins break the surface of the water behind the ship.

He and Kory and the other guests oohed and aaahed appreciatively as the dolphins sent them off.

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

chasing sunsets (spilt ink & paper hearts)

Suzie has no interest in falling for anyone. She's only ever needed to rely on herself, and she has every intention of keeping it that way.

Arrietty's already falling, dangerously fast. And if the fall doesn't kill her, saying it aloud just might.

read on ao3!!!

NEW FIC ALERT WHO CHEERED

m and i have cooked and seasoned and flametorched on this fic and i am so SO excited to share it with the tumblr gang <333 @the-georgia-on-my-mind how does it feel knowing you're the most brilliant incomparably funny and creative person ever !!!! you own a piece of my heart and i'm so excited to be doing this with you :))))

[officiallykori]

Dating Rafe Cameron !! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

imagine dating rafe chatters I would diee

xo Kori ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Moodbaords !!

[chaotickori]

Anna Heartfilias Adventures in Child Acquisition - Ch 4:

Rating: T Warnings: Murder, Animal Mauling, Animal Killing, Blood Word Count: 1k Summary: Anna finds a pair of cowering children abandoned in the snow, blood smearing their faces, she has no choice but to bring them home with her. Ao3 [First Ch] | [Last Ch]

Anna had never really been a fan of the winter, it made the trek to and from the town even longer than usual. Now it was worse than ever as she hated leaving the kids alone at the cabin. She loved Natsu and Gajeel with all her heart, but she didn’t trust either of them to be able to take care of a three-year-old for all that long.

She attempts to pick up her pace, pushing through the snow falling faster by the minute. She had decided to walk through the woods using the trees as at least a partial cover from the snow that fell around her. She wraps her cloak tighter around herself and leans forward looking down as she presses forward through the onslaught. 

As Anna watched the ground she began to note specks of red that flecked the white snow that covered the ground. The further she walked the more red seemed to paint the wintery mix. Her pace began to slow before she came to a full stop at the sounds of shrill cries coming from further ahead.

She lifts her head to see a brutal scene, blood spreads across an open patch in the woods, and two bodies are lying mutilated on the ground. She begins to make her way closer, dropping her sack onto the ground as she reaches for her keys at her waist. Finally, her eyes land on the deep black fur of a dire wolf. The wolf is standing in front of a rock formation a growl rumbling from its chest.

As Anna listened closer she could hear the shrill cries from before emanating from within the rock formation. Once she was in the clearing the dire wolf turned its attention to her, baring its teeth at her as it began to charge at her.

Quickly she whipped one of her keys off her belt in an instant thrusting it into the air. “Gate of the Golden Bull, I open thee! Taurus." In front of her stands the visage of a bull standing on its hind legs, dressed in baggy brown pants and a loose black top. The humanoid bull holds a large two-sided axe in his hand.

Anna directs the attention of the bull towards the dire wolf “Taurus, kill it!” Taurus charges at the approaching creature, swinging his axe down, the axe making quick work of the animal. The dire wolf lets out a pitiful howl before it flops onto the ground, its blood joining that which already painted the snow.

Anna thanked the spirit before sending him back to the spirit realm. She hooks her key back onto the ring on her hip before she heads towards the crying coming from within the rock formation. She kneels in front and looks inside, her eyes take a second to adjust before she notices the form of a young child curled tightly around something in his arms. She could hear sobs coming from the child, while shrill cries came from the bundle in his arms.

She positioned herself in a way that would hopefully block the children's view from the bloody mess behind her before she spoke up, her voice soft. “Hi hunny, it’s ok. You’re safe, and the scary creature is gone. Can you come here?” The child looks up at her, piercing blue eyes staring deep into her soul as sobs still rattle their chest.

The kid slowly scooches their way closer to her, holding the bundle tightly to them as they do. Both the kid and the bundle seemed to be covered in blood, but by the looks of it, neither of them was bleeding themselves. “Hi sweetie, I’ll take care of you, you’re gonna come with me ok?” The kid continues to just stare at her before giving a small nod, she offers them a calm smile in return.

She opens up her cloak and delicately scoops both of the kids up into her arms before letting the cloak fall closed around them, blocking their view of the bloody scene. She cradles them close to her chest, gently rocking them as she feels the sobs slowly come to a stop. She then makes her way over to where she had dropped the groceries delicately picking them up before continuing back on her route, away from the bloody patch of forest.

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Anna makes it back late that night, the sun just setting against the horizon as she makes her way to the patch the dragons sit themselves in. Just as she has done many times before she stands in the open part of the semi-circle as the dragons look towards her. As she looks them over she can see the concern in some of their eyes at the scent of blood which emanates from under her cloak.

She doesn’t exactly know how she will explain to them what had taken her so long to get back so she starts by pulling her cloak back to reveal the child pressed closely to her chest, and the bundle lying on top of them. Once she was sure the dragons had seen she let the cloak fall back closed around them. Anna has to take a second to compose herself before she begins to tell them everything. “I had heard cries in the woods, when I got there, there was blood everywhere, two mutilated bodies, and a dire wolf snarling into a cave. I had Taurus kill it, but these kids now have no parents, so they will be the final two.”

She turns to face Skiadrum and Weisslogia, the only two who have not claimed their slayers yet. “You both will wait till they are of a proper age before they are claimed, or even begin their training. They have gone through something no child every should have to, so now if you excuse me, I will be going inside to clean them off, and tuck them in, in a safe and warm environment.”

She then turns her back on the dragons and heads towards the cabin, whispering calming words to the children bundled beneath her cloak.

[whore-ibly-hot]

Y'all remember Kory Koffman that soft English Teacher? Dawg, I don't know if I should hug and squeeze the air out of that or give him the most sloppiest slop ever. Either way, I love men like that.

"I appreciate this, so, so much you couldn't possibly understand..." He whispering out rambling statements. The occasional moan that slips from his lips he always manages to stifle by biting down lightly on his index finger, hands gripping the hard mahogany desk behind him.

He wants to make eye contact so bad, but he knows the sight of his perfect favorite student on their knees, suckling at his cock, would make him blow immediately, ruining the experience he wished he could make last forever. "Its been a long time." He admits. "A really long time since I've gotten to do anything like this; since anyone's done anything like this to me." He chuckles weakly, removing his fogged up glasses and setting them on the desk. "Being cooped up in here all day, as much as I love it doesn't leave me a lot of time to go out and pursue... other things." He admits.

A sudden hollowing of your cheeks makes him grian, failing to stifle it this time. "God, this is so good, shit, whew-" He's trying to keep it down. "I'm getting close, if you w-wanr me finishing elsewhere you have to pull off now." He warns, and the glance up you give him, pretty wet eyes, your refusal to move, make his cock twitch. It's over for him, and he lets out not a moan, but the most pitiful little squeak you've heard. "Shit!" He yells, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth as he bucks against your mouth, trying his best not to gag you.

He can't even bare to look as you swallow, he's sensitive, he doesn't want to go again but he knows if he sees that it'll all rush back to his now limp cock. Closing his eyes, a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. "Thank you, tha k you again." After a moment, he's hears a shuffling fabric. He winces momentarily at the idea you're already getting up to go, when he feels a pressure on his chest. Fumbling for his glasses and sliding them on, he sees you leaned on him, arms around his waist in a soft hug.

He's worried at first. "Oh, my dear, oh no..." He strokes your back out of instinct. "Did i hurt you, or bruise you, I really didn't mean to; what do you need, what do you-"

You just look up at him, not hurt or crying "Tired." You mumble. "I'm tired, just sleepy." You explain.

He nods in understanding, releasing a breath in relief. "I see. You want me to move you to the couch by my desk. No one comes in at this time of night, I could let you rest while I finish up some work-"

"Wanna stay here." You mumble, yawning into his chest and muffling your sounds against his thick sweater vest. His face goes red, somehow more embarrassed by this than the public act of intimacy from earlier. He smiles, its giddy. He slowly lifts shaky hands to press you closer into him.

"Yeah. That can be arranged too."

[faibleprompts]

Daily Faible prompt!

I need DC to make a new Teen Titans show

[gothamite-rambler]

A wealthy couple approached Dick and Kori at the gala, where the two had been enjoying themselves in Bruce's absence.

Husband (slightly nervous, glancing around): Hey, we’ll give you fifty thousand dollars if you sleep with us for the night.

Kori and Dick (no hesitation, sharing a quick look): Okay.

Wife (raising an eyebrow, surprised): Wait… That’s it?

Kori (laughing, shaking her head): Honestly, we’d do it for free. The money is just a nice bonus.

Dick (leaning in, curious): But is it cash or transfer?

Wife (smirking): Cash. We don’t trust checks, and we just enjoy group sex.

Husband (frowning slightly): Yeah, but usually people get weirded out when we offer to pay.

Wife (rolling her eyes): To be honest, the money aspect makes it feel odder. Are we lowballing you though?

Dick (smirking, crossing his arms): Not at all. You've been eyeing us since we got here. We’re both game because, let’s face it, this place is boring.

Kori (nodding in agreement): I agree. We just need the usual protection and the cash.

Dick wrapped his arm around Kori’s hip, grinning widely.

Husband (still surprised, scratching his head): Huh… Okay, cool, cool… there’s a catch. We want both of you. So I take both, and she takes both—

Kori (shrugging, nonchalant): Yeah, we’re cool with it.

Dick (grinning, confident): As long as it’s legal, we’re open to anything.

Wife (eagerly leaning forward): Yes! All right, we’ll go get the car. Meet us outside, and if you do this, we’ll give you a little gift.

The couple eagerly departed the gala hall as Kori and Dick exchanged amused glances, both chuckling softly.

Dick (playfully): I’ll grab our coats; you wait out there with them.

Kori nodded, her smile widening as she felt a thrill of excitement.

Kori (grinning): I’m really glad I came to this.

Dick (winking): Told you it’d be worth it.

[bluebedo]

When Mar’i was born, it was the 6th of October. It was a low blue outside, almost grey, night just starting to trickle in, while orange leaves sat on the trees. She gave birth in the countryside, Martha Kent walking her through it while Dick squeezed her hand. Donna helped too, Roy was waiting outside with Garth and Lian. She was surrounded by love and friendship in that moment, what should have been the most painful process of her life turning into something sweet and beautiful. And it was the 6th of October.

Or, Mar'i turns a year old and Kory falls in love just a little more.