#oc reichsgraf

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Sugar

Part 2~

F!READER X PROFESSOR OC

His Info: 📔✨

part 1 2

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: F! READER/READER HAS A VAGINA, swearing, gendered speech toward reader (LOTS of good girl), massive praise kink, spanking, imbalanced power dynamic(teacher/student), age gap, vaginal intercourse, creampie, not proof read

!!MINORS DNI!!

AN: i’m so sorry this took so long, i went through it for a min… i hope it’s still good! 🫣✨ enjoy!

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“What the fuck?!”

“Yeah i know right?!” You said back into the phone.

“You said no tho, right?” Your best friend asked.

“…” You swallowed.

“Y/N! You said yes?! my creepo meter is seriously going off! just please say you’re sick or somethin’ on that day!” They exclaimed, practically begging.

“…”

“Y/N” they say in a motherly/fatherly tone. “You’ll tell them you can’t right?”

“O-oh! look at the time! the Griswolds downstairs made pot roast today! gotta go!”

“Y/N!!!!!—” You hang up…

“fuck…” If their alarm bells are also going off you know you should be worried… But…

You’re just not.

You fall back into your double bed, and let your phone fall out of your hand.

You can’t help it.

He turns you on…

Especially after yesterday…

You can still feel his hand ghosting over your collar bone.

A shudder passes through you again.

“Thum-Thump Thum-Thump” Your heart pounds in your head. You try to swallow but choke.

You take a second to quickly and quietly compose yourself before bringing your hand up to the intricately carved door…

The place is… immaculate. To sell it short.

Your professor must be absolutely loaded to have such an estate. You feel like you have the wrong address… But the gates opened right up when you walked toward them.

You knock once and a professional looking man answers the door.

“Master Reichsgraf!” He calls while ushering you in, taking any extra things you may be carrying to hang them in a wardrobe. “Your honored guest has arrived!”

Well… It’s the right place. You swallow hard again.

“Welcome, welcome!” he descends the large carved wooden twin staircase with an air of refinery you’ve never seen in him.

“i’m sorry my darling… there will be an… unexpected visitor tonight. She won’t be bothering us for long however.”

He leads you around the main parts of the estate for a grand tour, keeping it sufficiently entertaining, you manage to almost relax in his presence.

Grand doors, as large and as ornate as the entrance open before you, revealing a table long enough to fit at least 20 people!

“oh my-“ you’re cut off.

“i see you finally stopped dating women older than our mother, feefee.” She drew out the nickname at the end mockingly. “Though, she’s a lil rough around the edges… hmm” she hums dissatisfied.

You shrink under her tigress gaze.

Your professor leads you gently by the elbow to your seat near the head of the table.

She yoinks the fancy looking bottle of wine from in front of you, “Hmm,” she spends a second inspecting the label “You actually want to impress this girl I see. It’s a good vintage.”

“Shelly, your bottle is still in the rack” he motions toward the smaller door located toward the middle of the room.

She lazily plops the bottle back down in front of you. “Thanks Feefee,” she spins holding the doorframe and looking back still only acknowledging him, “Mother told me she’s coming back.” her mocking tone of earlier was replaced with a jarringly serious one.

“I know.” He looks over the table, and his unreadable eyes land on the wine.

She closes the door behind her.

“ah, darling,” he’s back to a cheerfully elegant disposition, “Sheila won’t be bothering us again tonight, she just wanted to greet us before moving to the guest wing. Now that that’s done, let me open the bottle!”

“Please, Y/N tell me more about yourself…”

You’ve been talking non-stop about everything and anything. He’s been nothing short of attentive…

in fact, he’s been almost too attentive.

While you speak he frequently sighs wistfully as if he is remembering event of your life with you.

“Why?” You speak barley above a whisper.

“What was that, darling?” he cocks his head.

“why me?” You let the question that’s been burning on your mind slip.

“why you indeed…” he sighs wistfully, “i wish i could give you an appropriate answer, darling.”

“then why should i believe in you? or in any of this?” you motion to your surroundings.

“darling, my infatuation may be simple at face value, but I assure you it is depthless. nothing i could tell you could possibly bring the right words forth to explain it properly.”

Your cheeks darken a shade… You didn’t expect him to feel so serious about you…

“Why don’t we play a game?” he stands.

“o-kay”

“Good girl~” he hummed. He pulls you away from the table and reaches around you to clear a space.

He takes your hand and helps you onto the table.

“Here,” He fills your wine glass to the brim, and hands it to you. he leans into your ear, “Don’t spill this,” he plants an open mouth kiss to your neck.

“Ah!” you jump and spill wine onto your chest.

“Tsk, already? I just said don’t spill it…” he didn’t sound disappointed, instead his voice sounds much hungrier, as he plants more and more kisses against your neck. Your professors hands now traveling up your body.

You feel him pull the sleeves of your dress down your arms, exposing your top half.

you’re squeezing the glass between your bosom, your eyes are shut tight and your breathing is haggard.

His tongue finds your perked up bud and he starts to lick light swirls around it. His fingers on your other one mirroring the movement between pinches.

The heat inside you is becoming unbearable, you lean back and spill more wine on yourself, it’s cold as it’s seeping into your panties.

“mmm” you moan, his free hand caresses up your leg all the way to your sex. His fingers tease you through the fabric barrier while his thumb supplies ample pressure to your clit.

“Looks like you need to be punished. You spilled so much wine,” He smiles, and takes the glass, then sets it down on the table beside you.

“p-punished?” You squeak.

First, he starts to remove his suit jacket, then his tie, finally onto his button up shirt.

“what kind of professor would i be if i didn’t teach you new things?” He licks his lips, “flip over.” He commands.

He steps back just barely enough to give you room to move.

Shoes gently click against the wood floor as you slip down off the table.

“Such a good girl…” He hums in approval, “But, even good girls make mistakes.” His hands lightly travel downward, tickling the backs of your legs. “We must always learn to correct them.”

Hands rake back up to your bottom, stopping before falling off of you, all to come back with a sharp *Slap!* You gasp.

Open palmed hands caress you as he pulls your skirt up, setting the bunched up fabric on your lower back.

He applies more consistent pressure, kneading circles into your soft flesh with his thumbs. You moan.

“What are we going to do?” he asks.

“About what?”

*Smack!*

“Not the answer I’m looking for, and I know you can do this. What do we do when we make mistakes?” He asks a slightly different question.

“I…Don’t know-I”

*Smack!*

“Incorrect again. It’s okay, that’s what i’m here for. To help you learn. Now, What do we do when we make mistakes?”

“We f-fix them?”

You flinch. but no slap comes.

“My good girl, i’m so proud of you. We fix them, correct, darling.” He gently massages the tender area of skin on your rump.

Making him pleased with you is making the heat really build back up between your thighs.

You really are such a good girl.

Your eyes sting… Has anyone been proud of you before?

“Oh my! my, my, my, good girl.” absolute awe drips from his voice, sticky and sweet like honey.

Your body is shaking with anticipation. “I-I am!” you say excitedly. If you had a tail it would be wagging.

“Yes! You are! Now that we’ve properly punished you and corrected your mistake, what do we do with this? hmm?” Fingers gently kiss your opening.

Your legs spread on their own, and you whimper.

“What would you like, darling?” he leans over you, his voice in your ear and his hard bulge prodding against you.

“would you p-put it in me?” You pause to swallow hard, “P-please”

“Since you did such a good job today, I think i will, Y/N.” He puts his hand on top of your head, and you feel compelled to rub against it.

You are unaware the effect this has on him, his heart pounds for you.

A gentle caress under your chin is all it takes him to lure your face to his.

Lips press to yours, and a tongue soon gently pokes and asks for entry.

Like lava you melt in a dizzying amount of pleasure.

You don’t even notice him lining up with you until he’s sliding forward and back between your folds.

“Ahh!”

With the kiss broken, your eyes roll back forward.

Such a hot thing down there teasing your entrance before sliding over your clit.

It’s burning you up.

A hand hooks under your leg from behind the knee and lifts it onto the table.

His long cock slides with more pressure now on the way back to your entrance.

You bite your lip, the knot in your core tightening.

Pressure and anticipation align with the plush head pushing open your hole until-

*POP*

He’s in.

You sigh out all your air, a shuddering moan escaping with it all.

“O-Oh,” as your breathing out, he pushes further in.

“You’re such a good girl, opening up for me,” He pats your head again.

Whimpers fall from your lips as he’s slowly stretching and cooing you.

“You’re doing so well, darling.”

He’s so proud of you, truly, he’s in awe. Your pussy squeezes him with every praise he caresses your mind with.

Soon he’s bottomed out, the way that your legs are grants him access to the deepest parts of you.

It’s hard to breathe, he��s so long, so warm you strain out a small moan.

Slowly, he pulls back out and you can breathe again.

Hips press back against your ass, and air escapes your lungs.

He’s pulling out and pushing back in, and the intense stretch soon makes way for pleasure, and as soon as your moans fall more freer, he knows.

Picking up some speed but still he manages to fuck you languidly, his dick feels like it goes on forever inside you. It’s so impossibly long.

and he really knows how to use it.

As he pushes in he pushes down, and as he pulls out he pushes up. Every millimeter of your insides rubbed by his burning dick.

You feel on fire, your leg is unsteady on the ground, and your toes are tingling.

A hand pats your head and you come out of your already dazed state, “hmmm?”

“You really are my perfect girl,” he coos.

You tighten, the sensation of holding him in place feels so good, a moan leaves you weakly.

He forces himself in deeper, and manages to pull out.

a puff of air near your ear makes you shudder, “such a perfectly good girl, squeezing me in so tightly,” he groans.

You bite your lip.

“Do you want my cum inside you that badly?”

You nod.

He manages to flip you over on the table without fully separating from you, now you sit on the edge, your legs bent and spread for him. You feel more exposed now and a little shy…

“perfect girl,” his fingers find your clit and start to rub vigorously, as he pushes as far in as he can.

You feel so hot.

You forget your worries and let go.

Your arms wobble and strain to hold you up.

Soon after your core is ready to pop,

whimpers and gasps fall from your pretty lips.

He starts thrusting again and you snap, falling back onto the table.

Wine spills into your hair now, but you don’t care.

He uses your spent body as a flesh light to finish and soon your next orgasm is building again.

You reach down to grab him for purchase, your body and the table bouncing.

Your moans turn to almost panicked screams, you’re so sensitive.

“P-please!”

He speeds up, his hips slapping you, and his fingers start spinning on you again.

Stars interrupt your eyes.

One last slam inside you and you feel hot ropes spill inside you.

Such fullness that you’ve only ever dreamed of sends you into euphoria.

You squeeze harder, milking him for all he’s worth.

Your body is so hot you cum with crashing force and pry his still vigorously moving hand off of you.

He’s smiling at you, and relents.

“can i pull out now?”

You’re out of breath, and your voice falls weakly, “okay…”

cum spills onto the table edge as he does, his softening dick feels like it takes forever to pull out of you fully. a moan escapes you again as he passes over those sensitive spots one last time, making your legs twitch and bounce.

Clinking and shuffling of fine chinas is heard, and the rumble of your professor climbing onto the table next to you surrounds you as you’re catching your breath.

After he’s joined you, he cups your face in his big hand and you turn to nuzzle into it, practically purring.

To him you might as well be.

His warmth finds the rest of your body and covers you easily.

Eventually he slides off softly, and carries your sleepy form wrapped in the table cloth for temporary warmth, to his chambers to retire until the morning.

“Precious girl” his whisper enters your sleep addled brain gently, you smile feeling perfectly warm and content.

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Sheila Reichsgraf

OC CHARACTER SHEET

Sex/Gender:

AFAB/Female

Relation:

your therapist

Age:

9 years older

Dom/Switch/Sub:

Dom

Height:

187cm/6’2”

Likes:

BDSM, (p)leather, wine, flowers

Dislikes:

You, her Mother, Felix

Brief Mental Description:

Is super polite and respectful to strangers but around people that try to get closer to her she pushes away by being harsh and cold. not because she secretly cares, she simply doesn’t have time for people to care about(too much of a business tycoon type, therapy is a side job that she just enjoys), loves bunnies! when she is a yandere for you she wants you to worship her,

Brief Physical Description:

half sibling to Felix, half German-half Nigerian, tall and very lean build, dark eyes, has those half rim glasses a lil down the bridge of her nose sometimes, sometimes she just wears contacts and is still super hot, corset under her clothes at all times even under workwear, very perfect posture and very proper, hair all the way down her back, in a pony tail, v distracting honestly too hawt for a therapist.

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What would your OC’s do if reader flashed them?

MINORS DNI!!!

A lil NSFW?

Dev.in would be confused. They’d question your complete 180. They’d tie you up and keep questioning for your true intentions. Issac however, would burst into a frenzy of blushing, he might even pass out.

Enix, since you and him mess around like that all the time, would be used to it, probably laugh happily and hug you. Just because he’s used to it doesn’t mean he’ll forget to jump your bones instantly tho.

Alastair would be stunned. Sure he’s used to seeing you, but everytime he gets to see you he’s as excited as the first time all over again. Definitely blushing.

Max is definitely gonna take that as an “i told you so” kinda moment, like he knew you’d come around.

Zachriel stays expressionless outside, imploding inside

Professor Reichsgraf covers you back up, “not now darling, be a good girl and wait until later” then proceeds to discreetly finger you wherever you are especially if you were going out in the public.

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Reichsgraf Masterlist

OC Character Sheet

Sugar: (F!student reader)

Part 1 Part 2(NSFW)

Asks:

Forgot

Parents

Wait

DICK!

Flash

Scare

Bad student >:3 (NSFW)

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What does the professor really teach?

TYSM FOR THIS ASK! ahhhhh 😩✨ I imagined him teaching ancient architecture and archeology! 🙈🙈🙈!

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I miss professor reichsgraf

GN! Bad Student Reader x Professor OC!

Minors DNI

CW: GN! Reader, reader referred to as they/them, no body descriptions for reader, lots of swearing tbh lol, reader is RUDE (just because they’re sleepy! we still stan🥰) spanking, pet names for reader(good kitten, darling), Sub!Reader, reader has hair(not described just enough to grab), fingering (not specified which hole dw), nipple play, crying reader, tetro?, overstim, dubcon(no proper safeword), sado maso, p in hole, not proofread.

(IDK i hope it turned out okay, it doesn’t seem the way i want it, but i can’t tell rn if it’s just me T.T)

“You are, quite possibly the worst student i’ve ever had the misfortune of teaching.”

You mock him on the phone with your bestie.

“Stupid ass over qualified teacher.”

“Fur reaaaalll. my gods, what an asshole!” they respond.

“It’s too bad he’s so hot. What a waste.” You resume what you were doing and hold the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“I would tap, i wonder if he’s into that like teacher/student play…” they trail off.

“Ew. please don’t fantasize about my dickwad professor. At least with me around,” You feign gagging.

The next day in class you’re slouching, hoping to the gods that he just forgets you exist so that you can try and catch up on your assignments… But Fuck it’s so hard! You don’t have time for school work when you’re home, because you’re usually sleeping, after your two jobs. And all these pompous professors do is give homework!!! ALL OF THEM.

It’s the end of the ninety minute mark and you, along with everyone else, starts packing your things.

“Y/L/N. Stay behind a minute.” Professor Reichsgraf sighs, and tosses an empty cup into the trash can.

“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhg!” You groan, thankfully the room is loud enough that he might not of even—

“Gods, you’d swear I told you that you’re going to jail,” He laughs. He’s sat behind the desk a little slouched like normal, head in a hand, elbow on a stack of papers (probably so it’s more comfortable) you tsk out loud at your thoughts, before pretending to yawn.

What a class A assho-

“Have a seat,” he asks.

“This will take that long??” You sigh out frustratedly.

“Gods, you young peop—”

“Oh don’t you ‘young people these days’ Me, mister!”

“It’s Doctor.”

“Oooo big dif. Fuck off” You cross your arms and roll your eyes.

He rolls his own, “Just sit.”

With a *plop*! into the seat, you do.

The professor stands, his hand lazily traces a knot in his desk as he rounds the table and approaches you slowly. “I don’t usually do this…”

“Woah, Um isn’t there like a rule against—”

“What!?” He furrows his brow then massages it quickly between his finger and thumb. “No, i’m offering to tutor you,” He sighs in annoyance.

“Oh really?” You would still really like to at least pass… “Okay fine.”

“What? really? no deals needed?” He looks you over.

shrugging, you say, “I mean what are you offering?”

“Nope, it’s a done deal, you already signed the dotted line crossed your t’s and all that.” He steps ever closer, and leans on the table you’re sat at.

“When do we start?”

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You’ve had a few sessions with your professor but nothing seems to be working, the information just isn’t sticking until…

“Bend over.” Reichsgraf growls, head in his hand in frustration.

“Excuse me?” Your brows raise in shock.

“Bend over my knee, right now. You aren’t learning this way.”

You think at first he’s lying. Just trying to make you uncomfortable or something, maybe a bee flew into his coffee this morning so he’s taking it out on you. You don’t know. But you do it. You get down, lay over his lap and wait.

His hand massages your rump, “Now what’s the answer to number five?”

“A?”

A hand comes down onto your flesh with a *Smack!*

“Ow!” You yelp! “What the fuck!?”

“What is the answer to number five? Don’t just guess.”

“Is it not A?” You ask, it looks right… Right?

*SMACK!”

“OW!!” You yelp again, louder this time, it stings so much more the second time!

“You know the answer.”

“C!” You suddenly remember something he said about it yesterday, and he’s right, you did know the answer!

“Good job, I’m impressed.” He isn’t lying, he really is. Only two spanks on the first time? Maybe he had been hoping for more though, to be honest.

It’s a unique way to have to learn like this, but with you, he’s happy to oblige. All the time spent being frustrated that you couldn’t commit even the simplest knowledge to memory, he can finally get rid of…

“Okay now six.”

“Do we have to do the whole assignment like this?”

“Yes. Six.”

You shout, “A!”

*Smack!*

“Shit! I mean B!” You wince.

“You guessed again. Read the answer, and tell me why it’s correct.”

“Do i have to? I got it right that time.”

Suddenly the hand on your rear moves to your clothed sex, he presses down hard and trails along the divide. A gnawing heat starts to grow in your lower half quickly.

“Hey! wait-!”

“We don’t have the time. what is the answer to seven?”

“D!”

“Good Kitten,” His baritone seems even deeper somehow, as he rubs you harder, your jeans are getting too hot to bare. “We need these off.” He tugs on your back belt loop.

“Yeah…” You shock yourself when you agree so readily. You stand to unbutton them and get them off, but he slaps your hands away and takes your pants off for you.

Your body gets thrown around until your bent over the desk and the wood’s digging into your hip bones.

“Professor-!”

A growl escapes his throat. his hair is messier than usual when you turn back to look, before he grabs yours and steers you forward.

His fingers enter you first, already setting a fast pace, he curls them and scissors them; all while pistoning so fast you feel like you’re already teetering on the edge. “Such a good kitten, you’re doing so good for me,” He hums deeply in his throat.

You whine and wriggle, until he tenses his grip in your hair and on your hip. His hand fans out over your skin and gropes you the entire way up to your chest, pressing a traveling dent into your stomach and over your ribs. Your brows peak, and your mouth hangs open.

“Seven.”

“SERIOUSLY???” You stomp, way to take you out of it.

*SLAP!* Your ass was sore from the earlier abuse, to be slapped now stings so brutally!!!

“F-fuck!!” You shake.

“Seven. Now.” His hand is raised and prepped to hit you again.

You shimmy and jump, “No, no more please!!”

*SLAP!*

“AHH!” You screech! “ummm,” You read the question rapidly through bleary eyes, “D! D! It’s D!!!” You shout and writhe in his grasp.

“I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do this,” He rubs something cooling on your ass cheek and it feels so much better!

“Oh thank you thank you oh my gods.” you let out so much air you feel dizzy. His cock starts to rub against you, making your dizzy spell last longer. it’s so hot and hard and.. LONG! Holy shit it’s so long! You’re gonna be speared to death on that thing! You drool at the anticipation! “Fuck me.” You say it in a long groan as an expression but also mean it very much.

“You deserve it, you’ve been doing so good,” Holy shit, his words strike some heavenly chord that opens your pearly gates wide for him, and he enters without resistance, taking his time to really appreciate your interior.

“Holy shit!” You can’t help the obscenities, they just fall from your lips naturally, you’re so surprised at all of this, at yourself for willingly doing it, at your hot teacher for wanting you in the first place, at so many things…. Most of all at how HOT his dick is like molten lava inside you and it feels fucking DIVINE.

“You’re such a good kitten,” He rubs you as you take his length.

His movements are calculated, every single one. No matter how fast they hit your spots like a master martial artist targeting pressure points. You aren’t getting a break from his assaults every strike is a critical blow. Even when he slows down his spongey head sweetly kisses those spots igniting obscene fires that don’t have time to burn out before being reignited fully.

You’re getting close, so painfully close to a volcanic eruption, your bubbling!

“Cum for me, darling” He leans down over your back, to whisper into your ear, his voice gravely and so low.

“AHH!!!” You scream out and your whole body goes rigid and convulses, his own cum shoots inside you and you take all of it.

“So good for me, you took me so well, darling…” His eyes practically have hearts in them.

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Desperate Cookies<3

a Dark Desperate housewives/weeds style F!Reader X multiple Yan OC’s (M!doctor/Vet Ivar, F!bully Serana, M!Professor Reichsgraf, +more)

Episode 1~

Episode 2 here>>

MINORS DNI!

CW: Fem! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a bad relationship with food and her body(i usually add a lil comment to hopefully make it a little easier to read), threats with gun violence, guns, HARD DRUG USEAGE by reader and pm everyone else tbh, cervix fucking(just about), names against reader (dumb whore, little cocksleeve, ) p in v, failing marriage(for now 😚✨), cheating on both sides mentioned,

Disclaimer: I fully expect you to not like reader/not relate to reader, this is purely for entertainment and i implore you to think of it more like you’re an actor in a crazy DARK soap opera! :3 or this is a chance to get all the chaos out of your system, like me!

(DISCLAIMER: don’t do drugs plz, coke literally only lasts like 15 minutes, and it’s so dangerous. smoke pot instead if you need something and are able to responsibly an all that🥰✨! this is just how this reader feels)

Song rec: Do I make you Nervous? by Lilyisthatyou

“What!? What do you mean ‘lost’” You scrunch your two fingers in the air to quote the forbidden word in the face of your newest enemy.

“I donno what to tell ya, we just lost it.”

“How do you lose an entire shipping container!?” you rub your temple.

You could just about rip your hair out.

and unbeknownst to you, your face says it all.

Reaching under the diner’s table, you push the barrel of your gun to the thick meat of his left thigh.

“I’m s-sorry ma’am, I dunno what happened, I swear!” he cowers slightly with his hands up.

“Shut up.” When you speak, he instantly zips his lips.

The diner is decorated with paper bat and pumpkin bunting and pumpkin cutouts cover the windows.

A waitress comes to your table and puts a couple things down. She’s cute, you’ll give her a decent tip. two, maybe three hundred? Your eyes follow her rump in that frilly diner dress, the bow from the apron over her front makes her waist look so perfect too. you shake your head, back to the present.

You have a milkshake in front of you, vanilla, with whip cream, a cherry, and a red and white spiral striped straw.

Your delivery boy has a plate of various american breakfast items.

Neither of you touch the food. You’re watching your carbs(stupid disgusting fucking societal standards) and he’s clearly too scared.

You pull the gun away.

“Find it.”

At home~

The trees surrounding your estate are a multitude of golds, and bright orange.

Your “husband” isn’t here, thank the gods, cause fuck, do you never want to see him.

Ever.

Especially now that you’ll have to tell him a shipment is missing somehow. You put your gun in the safe in his office. The dark wood panel closes over the safe seamlessly with a turn of a busts head back into position.

Neither of you hide anything from eachother, affairs and all laid out bare, right on the table. too bad it’s only because neither of you care about the other in the slightest.

You grunt, and your head falls to the side, landing your eyes right on your antique candy dish…

You sigh, and stand to approach it.

Taking a deep breath you take the jagged pattered crystal glass lid and set it to the side. dipping your pinky into the white powder, you’re reminded that:

Every bump you take, you say you’ll quit.

You touch your little finger to your nostril and inhale sharply.

The drip down your throat almost makes you gag, you’ve still never gotten used to it.

But your good at hiding the bad sides of things.

It hits instantly, You feel as though you can do anything, and succeed. This time you inhale freely, without any weight on your shoulders, and exhale blissfully.

Getting the house ready to receive guests is more than a breeze, sure you could do everything without it, but it’s so much more fun while on it.

*Ding Dong*

Double dipping your pinky into that candy dish, and putting the lid back on, you’re now ready to head to that looming front door and open those flood gates.

They rush in in a massive herd, handing off their coats to your doorman, and rushing to complement you on either your attire or your home.

Yes yes, you’re both lovely, don’t let it all go to your head yet reader!

Now back to business.

“Is everyone comfortable? good, good. Now,” you stand in the back of the living room, opposite the closed french doors. “How are we feeling about the last chapters of the book?” You ask.

Yes.

You host your neighborhood book club.

Of course you are an active member of society, why couldn’t you be?

Just because you have a little cocaine empire on the side?

You still have to be a good trophy wife and keep up appearances.

~

A rough hand squeezes your neck, as the man attached pounds his dick deep into you, practically piercing into your womb.

“Yes! Yes! Ye—” Your voice squeaks as he cuts it off.

“Bad girls don’t get to talk,” He slaps your ass, eliciting another squeak from your throat.

The red hot sting comes down onto your ass again and you bite your lip. Your hips are digging into the desk, it hurts so much it’s raw, but holy fuck is his dick amazing.

“P-Professor!” You manage to breathe out.

“How did they lose a SHIPPING CONTAINER! Y/N! You dumb fucking whore. They Stole it!” he seethes as he yells at you through clenched teeth, his hips slapping into your ass.

He lets go of your neck to tangle his hand into your hair and pull you back against his body, and slaps your tit, as he bites your neck.

He’s left innumerable marks across your body tonight.

Your stupid husband.

You were arranged to marry this lazy, asshole, cougar chaser of a man by your parents. It’s not like you love eachother…

But his dick game is truly top tier.

“Ahhh~!” you whine out already too dumb on his cock to speak anymore.

“That’s it, take it, like a good little cocksleeve.” His long, hard dick presses deep inside you, the way he moves his hips while it’s still inside making sure to rub every spot you like makes you melt and shudder against him.

The sweet cashmere scent of him surrounds you, as it rolls off his glistening body in waves.

His thrusts become more unstable, and he bites down harder into your shoulder. It feels as though he wants to tear you open!

His hand comes down to your burning sex, to rapidly massage you.

You cry out, “Ah! mm-mm haaah!”your body twitches as he fucks you through your orgasm. Cum mixes with cum, forming a thick ring around his cock base.

He throws your spent body down onto the bed and then leaves you in the master by yourself to catch your breath.

You push your shaking self off of the mattress, wrapping the silk duvet around your sticky body before you go.

Upon inspection in the mirror, your hair is stuck to your forehead. Uhg.

Dropping the duvet, and without evading the chill of the air, you hop into the shower with Felix.

You don’t notice his eyes roaming your body, you’re too busy trying to stay warm in the water.

He hands you your shampoo with a sly smile.

“What?” Your voice is way more annoyed than you meant it.

“Nothing,” He shrugs and nonchalantly looks up at the ceiling as if it were anything interesting.

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How yanderes react to a reader who only wants to have sex after marrying them. And after marriage how they would be in taking the reader's virginity.

What a sweet lil ask!🥺✨

MINORS DNI!!

CW: gender not specified, generally NSFW, some are mean. some are cute tho too!

they’re all secretly honored that they get to keep you as their partner legally. buuuut-

Enix: he’s still a depraved somno creep before you get to know eachother, never takes it that far until you’re awake when you tell him. “oh” he says. within the next week you’re married and he’s being gentle and loving at least the first time! doesn’t start to choke you until the third time…

Dev.in: doesn’t believe in marriage. but Issac thinks it’s cute, so he’ll marry you and take you first. is very inexperienced and probably hurts you on accident. will be the first one to cry tho, and will definitely need to be comforted.

Zachriel: Thinks that is a wonderful idea, flawless in fact. You are their GOD. so of course they will obey your rules. They take you flawlessly, and your first time(along with every other time) feels like heaven itself has opened up to you even though you are very much still alive.

Max: he’s a sensitive bugger at heart. This might make him tear up tbh. Thinks you’re too precious for this world. 100% spoils you with a grand wedding and then makes sure your first time is as precious as you are to him in general.

Professor Reisgraf: Agrees, and wishes to wed you properly. Is very formal about the whole thing, another grand wedding for you. You feel like absolute royalty with him. and it doesn’t stop at the wedding, will bow down to the crown, and isn’t afraid to give you anything you want or need.

Alastair: Feels the same way as you always, will spoil you and want to be spoiled by you as well. will NOT wear a tux. Probably catch him wearing a short dress honestly, with lots of frilly volume, and will wear a white choker, instead of his usually black. HAS ALWAYS WANTED TO TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY, and his life long dream has been realized, will study for MONTHS to be properly prepared. Will definitely cry.

BONUS:

Tzaisol: is so freakin excited, marries you in the traditional way for his clan. everyone welcomes you and you feel like you’re at home. Your first night together changes any life goals you had before to just wanting to be a good parent to some cute lil troll babies.

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Sugar

Part 1~

F!READER X PROFESSOR OC

His Info: 📔✨

part 1 2

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: swearing… Surprisingly none? like reader is written for fem! but i don’t think i gendered anything in this part… next part will be F! tho.

!!MINORS DNI!!

“Okay class, sorry I’m late. I’d give you an excuse, but I really could care less.” The professor dropped his sunglasses lazily onto a stack of papers on his desk.

You feel a little disappointed…

He’s Hot. like insanely hot.

but his attitude for teaching your favorite subject just kind of turned you off a little…

Just a little…

You actually have to try and be more upset than you are, his looks are just too distracting.

Actually you’re now more upset that you’re not as upset as you think you should be.

Annnnnd now you realize you haven’t been listening.

Oh god…

Looking at his face makes it even harder to focus on what he’s saying…

What is he saying??

Oh come on Y/N!

Focus on his words!

His words.

His hair is so nice…

“Everyone’s turned to page 23 right? Good. At least you can all do that.” he makes direct eye contact with you briefly, a lazy eyebrow raises ever so slightly.

You shrink back in your seat feeling a little like a child who’s just been scolded.

After class you rush to the bathroom, having drank too much coffee during and before class. You already regretted it halfway through, but you’re stubborn and refused to excuse yourself. You pick your stall, the one furthest in, hoping somehow to avoid other people if they come in.

While sat there you notice some of the stall graffiti… Usually you’d pay it no mind, but something sticks out to you:

“anybody no Prof Reichsgraf’s #?”

under it is a phone number, and under that is a response of:

“don’t call this one it wasa prank :/”

At least you aren’t the only one thirsting over this guy, you think to yourself.

The last response reads:

“Soooo, nybody no his actual @ or #??”

Later that same day, dusk is rolling in over the dark clouds, and you make your way to the coffee shop you saw near your new place.

You aren’t staying in a dorm, you were offered a much cheaper place with a few elderly that you used to volunteer for.

They’re nice people, they even share the food off their table with you. You consider yourself luckier than most, if not everyone.

The quaint tinkle of a silver bell chimes as you enter the place.

Every aspect of it screams mom & pop shop. From the solid oak hand carved counter, to the cute custom red frilled aprons. all the dishes were different. every tea plate under every teacup mix-matched.

“Ah, of course Madame Le Fe,” You hear a very familiar yet deeper voice. Professor Reichsgraf… Is he trying to woo that table of clearly older, and clearly wealthy women? I mean… He’s definitely succeeding. You just didn’t pin him as a sugar baby type.

He double takes looking your way, before excusing himself from their table. The women don’t seem to notice you as the giggle to themselves, eyes glued to his back.

“What are you doing here?!” he hisses, hiding you behind him as he ushers you into the the restrooms’ hallway.

“Um… Getting a tea to go probably. C-can you not touch me?” You push him back, and he relents.

He drags a hand through his gorgeous hair, “You should be… I don’t know?! at a bar or asleep hungover or something! what are you doing here?!” he repeats.

“I already told you i’m getting a tea!” You raise your voice in frustration.

“Shhh! shhh! please! listen, one, maybe two of those milfs out there are definitely going to come back to my place today, don’t let them hear you!” His hissing voice scratching your ears uncomfortably.

“okay, sorry to intrude on your-your… Cougar hunt, Professor.” You straighten your clothes, “I’m just gonna get my tea and leave okay?”

“No.”

“No?” you mimic.

“No. You’re going to leave out this door right here and never ever come back to this tea parlor. I’ll give you extra credit. Which I do not offer. to anyone. Ever.”

“I don’t need extra credit. I have a perfect score. You should know.”

“Ridiculous. I have one perfect score this trimester and it certainly isn’t you.”

“you better start to learn your students names.”

He backs off completely at that, his eyes now the slightest bit wider.

“I’ll just get my tea and go. I’m not gonna bother you or those women. okay? i’m just another customer.”

Your professor straightens his tie, and clears his throat.

“Yes… Fine. That’s… Fine” He can no longer meet your eyes.

You don’t look back as you walk up to the counter and order.

You really aren’t in the mood anymore but you’re too stubborn to just leave like he wanted.

The next day as you walk closer to your previous class you had with professor Reichsgraf, you start to hear to voices. You had forgotten your journal.

“I’ll do anything you want, sir…” a woman is speaking lowly and seductively.

“You know what you have to do…” Your professor responds even lower, his voice sending shivers down your spine even from outside the door.

He snaps, his voice completely changed to that of an angered and disappointed father. “You have to turn in your god damn work on time!”

You hear her make a shrill noise back, before she storms out past you.

You try not to look his way as you hurry in the room to grab your journal from your seat.

“Y/N, looking for this?” he holds it up, his thumb inside the binding, not even trying to hide that he was reading it.

“Y-yessir! sorry I left in a hurry…” your eyes narrow and you rush over to grab it from him.

“Try not to forget such personal belongings in the future.” He continues reading it!

“Ex-excuse me sir! that’s kinda personal!” your voice raises a pitch.

Also, did he say your name earlier?

Nows not the time.

“I see that. It would have been a shame if it had gotten in the wrong hands…” the corners of his lips raise.

You scowl, thinking about who would the wrong hands be?? cause right now he fits the description! “yes….” is all you end up saying.

You hurry over to him to take the book back, and as you reach for it, he holds it higher above his head and brings his free hand up to your chin.

“Huh?” You swallow, “Prof-essor?”

“You do so well in my class… You deserve a reward.” he hums, appraising your lips.

Your heart pounds.

“Come to my place for dinner this weekend.” He says in a way that isn’t asking, it’s demanding.

“Y-yessir…” his eyes are so hypnotizing… You follow his eyes inferring the parts of you he’s inspecting, he meets your gaze, his lids heavy. You couldn’t turn him down.

It feels like you and him are in a dimension all on your own, and time doesn’t exist there. Your body is warming up, and he leans down, inching ever closer…

“I’ll make you a special dinner, to show how proud of you i am.” his words are enough to send electricity down your spine.

He slips his hand down from your chin, caressing your neck, before flowing off of your collar bone.

He puts the book in your hands and leaves you standing there in shock.

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Cookie… Can. We get. Dick. Descriptions??

Yes ofc! 💀💀

MINORS DNI!!

Dev.in: Makes it ridiculous. They’re an Ai in a custom android body. literally you want a werewolf cock, you get it. I’ve already written where they have actual TENTACLES. Meanest with it.

Zachriel: Can read your mind. constantly changes it, even while it’s inside of you so that you always have the maximum pleasure.

now that those two are out of the way lol

Enix: The biggest organic one out of all my oc’s. His dick is as thick as some guys are long, and he’s 11 inches long. Enix knows how to use it too. Even has that beautiful thick vein underneath. He’s also really tan and his dick is darker in colour than the rest of him. shower.

Issac: surprisingly the second biggest, he’s almost 11 inches. Has NO clue how to use it tho. his glands blush more pink than they already are when he does and it’s really adorable. grower. nicest with it tho.

Ace: 10. athletic and even his cock is strong. Could probably hold you up with it. grower. the rest is a secret.

Max: still big at a whopping 9 1/2 inches. Knows TOO well what to do with it. He’s got the perfect playboy dick. It’s sensitive with you though. shower.

Professor Reichsgraf: 9 inches long, and def thinner than the other boys. Again. KNOWS. HOW. TO. USE. IT. He can rub it perfectly inside you, if anything the thinner aspect gives him way more mobility inside you, although you still squeeze him perfectly tight. shower.

Alastair: 7inches. Still big, the smallest of my oc’s. it’s pretty proportional to the rest of him, since he is in fact the smallest bean. We love him. we stan. very pale, he’s a vampire so it doesn’t blush. Kinda like imagining what a porcelain doll would have… grower.

also is now a good time to admit i’m more attracted to women…. LOL 🤪✨🙈 IM SORRY IM BAD AT DICKS

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What if we jumped out to scare your OC’s?

omg…

!MINORS DNI!

So i’ll get the worst one outta the way:

Dev.in and Issac… they’d probably break at least one of your limbs to train you not to do stuff like that. Issac would cuddle you after while you aren’t even fixed or casted up yet and pet you and tell you how he’s so sorry but it was totally necessary.

after them, the rest are pretty cute?

Enix would love it, think you’re the silliest, most adorable thing for thinking you COULD scare him. would kiss you.

Alastair would hear you coming from miles away but pretend you actually scared him. He’d then get you back 100 fold within the week.

Max would tackle you and fuck you right there

Zachriel wouldn’t get it.

Ace would freak out and actually get scared then laugh when he realizes it was just you

Our Professor Reichsgraf would pat your head and tell you how much of a good job you did scaring him while laughing.

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OC Professor Reichsgraf CHARACTER SHEET

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Sex/Gender:

AMAB/Male

Relation:

Your Professor in college

Age:

8 years older than you

Dom/Switch/Sub:

Dom

Height:

190cm/6’3”

Likes:

his subject, (previously) milfs, your voice specifically(and the rest of you), traveling

Dislikes:

most people, being sober for too long, close minded people

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Brief Mental Description:

Doctor Felix G. Reichsgraf earned his doctorate at the young age of 22 and traveled the world studying further before becoming a university professor just a year ago. He only teaches for three consecutive trimesters and takes the summer months off to travel and further his studies. He previously enjoyed the company of milfs, until you wormed your way into his brain. very confident and very bored attitude.

Brief Physical Description:

HOT. SUGAR DADDY MATERIAL WOOF WOOF. sorry. *Ahem* wears suits in a slightly more casual way/never buttoned up all the way, sleeves slightly rolled up, shirt a little off kilter. tie loose (if he’s wearing one). He does dress nice and prim when trying to impress someone, he just never has anyone he feels the need to(*cough* aside from you *cough cough*) has serious RBF.

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after enix’s, i’m curious about what hybrid the professor would be🤔 and devin and issac…. 🫢

Professor Reichsgraf would definitely be a panther hybrid. Lazy and elegant.

Issac would be a puppy hybrid🐶,

and dev.in would be a domestic cat hybrid!🐈‍⬛✨

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i’m debating between 2 drafts for my next professor reichsgraf part.

Idk if i want to get to the smut, or have more build up…

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Professor Reichsgraf is my praise kink daddy oc, no sadism this time i swear💀✨

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F!Reader x Therapist Yan OC Sheila~

Tigers in the Garden🐅✨

Her Info: 📋❤️‍🔥

Was a Drabble i swear… Part 1~

Next Part—>

!MINORS DNI!

CW: F!Reader, Reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, use of strap on reader, fxf, strap in readers v, reader SH(Before it starts, not described, just mentioned and implied in convo), sub and slightly bratty reader, reader is a stoner, reader wears makeup, imbalanced power, DUB-CON(coercion and blackmail), reader has hair(not described), nipple play(a little), choking, not proofread, rough sex, rough with reader in general, spanking, lemme no if i missed any! :3 names for reader(brat, slut, whore),smut with barely any plot in this part, power imbalance

“Okay,” You shrug. “Whatever, i guess” The ‘good’ people in white coats guide you down a sea-green, sterile-smelling corridor.

Youre finally being let out of your mandatory three day stay at a mental health facility(more like prison). They’re letting you out on the condition you see the therapist they’ve set you up with.

Sheila Reichsgraf.

You’ve got nothing but the clothes you came in with in a plastic baggie with your phone, wallet, and keys. They gave you clothes that don’t quite fit or look good on you, and a piece of paper saying where you are to go tomorrow. For tonight? some well earned weed and munchies to go with. Maybe some masturbating too, you’ll see where the night takes you.

Now sitting in front of this woman(more like tigress), you slouch down into your seat. Her gaze is unreadable but scrutinizing.

“I’ve, of course, been informed of your admittance to Fir’s Rest. Would you like to talk about it?” She asks, while typing on her computer.

“Nope.” You sag further into the black velvet chaise lounge.

“I’d like you to talk about it.” She slides her keyboard out of her way, and folds her hands in front of herself.

“I’d like you to kindly shut it about that actually.” You snap.

“Take off your clothes.” Her voice is stern, but no louder than before.

“Ex-fucking-Scuse you!?” you exclaim, what the fuck is she on!? like sure you think she’s way too hot for this plane of existence but like ???

“Take off your clothes.” she interrupts your thoughts, repeating the same thing over again in the same tone. “Unless…” She continues before you can pipe back, “You’d rather go back to the facility.” she takes something out of a black leather padfolio before closing it, and sighing heavily.

You roll your eyes. “What, so you’re like, coercing me now? what’s next ?? threaten to tell my mother?” that would be terrible cause after all you’ve been through for that woman you at the very least want your share of the inheritance.

“Exactly that, darling~” As she walks toward you, you watch her in shock, or disbelief. She extends perfectly manicured, dark skin hands toward you, with a fan of polaroid photos of you in a mental hospital, butt hanging out of your polka dot gown, grippy socks and a trailing IV and all.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You’re sick! You’re a lunatic! If you even think that i’ll—” your voice is completely halted when she roughly grabs you by the cheeks and squeezes your lips into a fish mouth. You scowl up at her deeply. You think about spitting on her, but think better of it. thankfully.

“Listen to you, a brat like you needs to be put in her place.” A smile spreads across her cheeks, dimples pop out near the angled tips of it going into her cheeks.

She really is hot.

You swallow.

She roughly lets go of your face as you pull away. your hair muses and gets in your eyes but you don’t blink and lose eye contact for a second.

Sheila grips your arms to pull you up out of your chair, and throws you hands first into her desk.

Stunned by how fast this all happened, you remain there long enough for her to wrap herself around you.

You let out a cute little whimper as she pinches your nipple through the fabric. You weren’t expecting it, and the shock that got sent directly to your clit.

“Such a good whore under there, already whimpering for me~?” You hear the smile in her voice, as her head buries into the crook of your neck. It tickles and you jump, your ass slamming back into her body. she clings onto you tighter, to hold you still. Somehow you feel like she completely envelops you.

Your core is already hot as she quickly and roughly removes your clothes, feeling up your skin and grabbing everywhere she can as soon as it’s bare. From your hips, to your belly, down and even back up to your ribs, down your arms. Everywhere on you that enters the light, she roams. Her mouth isn’t far behind, kissing and biting you, devouring you fully.

Sheila spreads your legs, one at a time, and puts your hands back on her desk so that your leaning forward. You’re too out of breath and dumb right now to even think of moving. Your back is arched and your ass wiggles slightly on its own, beckoning her and her throbbing clit. She’s equally out of breath, dripping just like you are, her heels click on the wood as she removes her clothes, staring at your swaying backside all the while.

“You’re going to take all of this, aren’t you slut?” Her big beautiful strap on flings out to attention. Your head falls to one shoulder so that you can glimpse it… You swallow harder than before, your brows peaking as you start to imagine the stretch around that thing. You nod.

You don’t have to imagine for long before she’s grabbing your neck to pull your body up against hers. Hard nipples poke your back and you shiver. Delicious, you want those in your mouth, don’t you? “I won’t go easy.” She coos menacingly, and squeezes your throat gently until you see stars.

She rubs her cock against your entrance, prodding, and poking, slowly diving into your needy, wet hole. You’re already stretching around just her head and feeling so good at the same time, whining and whimpering until, she plunges it inside you. All at once and you bite your lip, unable to breathe anymore.

“FUCK!” You puff out the last of your air with one word.

“Soon you’ll be screaming Doctor…” She whispers into your ear before pulling away as far back as her arm will allow, so that she has a better vantage point. Watching your ass as she pulls her strap out, that looks like it’s as far in as your tail bone or further, her clit sends ripples of pleasure throughout her body.

She licks her lips and slams into you this time. She’ll have to savor watching it slowly get swallowed up by your tight pussy later. This time she pulls out faster and pushes back in just as fast. She sets a pace that’s both brutal and blissful to you, as the pain lessens the pleasure grows, and it grows exponentially.

Her nails dig into your throat and her other comes around to tweak your clit, it makes you start to shake and twitch, your arms wobble trying to keep you upright.. Her own orgasm building as the strap rubs her back with every thrust, she moans behind you, you tighten around her, and open yourself up more to take her better.

“D-Doctor!” You practically beg, not knowing what for; more, less, faster, slower! But she was right, and you yell, “Doctor!!” again. She gets faster and faster, your butt is hot from the force of her slamming into you. the slapping of skin against wet skin, combined with stuffed groans and more hoarse “Doctor”’s fill the office.

Blackened tears streak down your face as you cum around her cock you shake and convulse barley able to hold yourself up against the low desk, even with the help of her hand still wrapped around your throat. She keeps pounding you. Ruthlessly. Through your orgasm and straight into your crashing next two. “Who would have thought you’d be such a good girl under that attitude.”

Suddenly she pushes in deeper than ever before, stealing even more air from the depths of your soul. You swear you can feel her hitting there too. “Take all of me,” her hand runs down your hair and back. Then she slowly pulls out, letting you really feel the thick vein that twists around her length. You shudder around her, and whimpers keep falling freely from your open, puffy lips, you’re spent.

She plays with your hair gently, before spanking your already warm ass. You jump, “Wha-!” Your too dumb to even form one little word. Her hand rounds where she just slapped and you think she’ll slap you in the same spot when she pulls away, you brace for impact. You yelp! when she slaps your raw pussy instead.

The phone rings…

You don’t see her look at the caller ID, but you hear her sigh.

“This session is over. Come back next week.” She completely pulls away leaving you cold on the outside but still burning for her on the inside.

“What about—?” You start, before she interrupts.

“Session’s over.” she says while buttoning her shirt, then pats down her skirt, before turning back to you, and winks, “Like I said, come back next week” Your heart pounds. Can you even wait a week?

What are you even thinking right now!?

…

You glance back at her. She licks her lips.

She’s on the edge of her desk and watching you get dressed, you walk out the door with a slight limp and her eyes, practically ticklish on your back.

You have to catch your breath outside the thick wood doors.

Sheila groans before picking up the receiver.

“Hello, mommy dearest…” She makes her voice higher pitched and ready to please.