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slutforaemond · 1 year

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Tutoring Sessions

MODERN!AEMOND X FEM!READER | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors dni, sexual scenes, slight bdsm.

A/n : This is the full length smut for two other tutor Aemond drabbles I had written previously. You can read this on its own or you can read those drabbles before reading this. Also, I didn't get to proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes if found.

Link for PART 1 & PART 2.

@letmeloveyouuuu

Hope you like it ! 💜

Deep breaths.

Take in deep steady breaths.

You kept repeating the instructions in your head as you walked over to your room with him tailing behind.

It had been weeks now since Aemond had started tutoring you; and weeks since you've been feeling the burning heat between your legs.

You prayed to God he wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your legs as you pulled your seat back.

You stood there staring at him as he took his own seat. Your eyes were trained on his every little movement. By now you knew by heart how the first few moments would unfold.

You recited the actions in your mind beforehand as he did his little routine.

First he would pull off the black hair tie off his left wrist with his teeth.

Then he would put his long snow hair back in a careless bun. His arms flexing subtly, as he would take the tie off his mouth to secure the bun.

He would crack his knuckles while stretching, making every vein of his strain on his muscles seductively.

And then finally he would bring out a pen from his pocket and recline in the chair, with his legs spread wide and would look at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to show your homework.

"Well? You're gonna sit or what?"

The deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you realised you were gawking at him while still standing behind your chair like a fool.

You felt your face heat up as you scrambled to sit down, mentally cussing yourself for behaving like a clutz.

Aemond shifted his gaze back to the books spread across the table and began to look at your work.

Did he not notice?

You didn't know whether to feel relieved or dissapointed.

After weeks of lusting over your tutor in silence you finally decided to make a bold move.

That day you 'forgot' to wear your bra beneath your cute baby pink t-shirt, which sat tight across chest.

But seeing as how Aemond didn't even spare a glance at your body, you surmised he must've not noticed it yet.

You still had hope to catch his attention though.

You leaned forward, pushing your your tits together, to look at your notebook that he was currently checking.

You deliberately shifted close enough to let your breath fan his arm softly as he checked your work.

You looked back at his face, hard with concentration. The deep rumbles as he hummed to each correct answer, made you feel lightheaded. It was a wonder how you hadn't moaned out loud yet.

Dejectedly you spent the next half an hour working on math problems.

Does he really have no interest in me ?

You thought to yourself.

You decided to try again . Your hand slipped purposefully and dropped the pen you were holding, which rolled right between Aemond's legs.

The fates must've been on your side.

While whispering a soft 'oops sorry' you get down on your knees and lean slowly and deliberately between his legs with extra care to push your shorts clad ass in the air. You didn't dare look at him but you fantasized the kind of expression you would want on him.

Letting a slow sigh you stretched forward to retrieve your pen, but a sharp tug on your hair made you stop.

You felt your head being pulled backwards by a firm but gentle grip.

"Hmm" he said with a soft smirk, eye glittering with amusement. "Now that's enough kitten."

You gulped as you were forced to look up at him, feeling like a child caught in mischief.

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Aemond felt air getting knocked out of his body when the door opened to reveal you.

His eye immediately fixated on your chest. Your tshirt was sitting tight over your perky breasts, with nothing in between the flimsy cloth and your skin.

He never expected such a meek creature as you to make such a move.

He noticed your deep blush and avoiding gaze and chuckled internally.

Teaching you every time was a torture for him. Not that you were a bad student, infact your performance was more than satisfactory.

What drove him mad was how he seemed to be losing his senses whenever he was around you.

Aemond had always led a disciplined life with a strict moral sense. But when it came to you, the dam of discipline he had created to keep his beast self inside, seemed to be at it's bursting point.

He had managed to hold himself back thinking he would let the dam finally burst upon you, but only after your exams, when he wouldn't tutor you anymore. He thought he had been managing well until that day.

The sight of your half exposed asscheeks swaying infront of him; your tied up hair revealing your neck, the jiggle in your tits every time you leaned forward towards him and the sight of the pebbled nipples through your flimsy tshirt drove him absolutely feral.

He could see you were trying hard to catch his eye. Your little pouts of dissapointment at his lack of response made him want to snatch you up on his lap and kiss the life out of you.

But he wouldn't give in that easily.

Or so he thought.

The moment you crouched between his legs, deliberately swaying your ass right up at him, was when he had had enough. There was no way he could hold back after that stunt.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, his hand shot out to grab your hair and pulled it back.

"Now that's enough kitten."

"Tsk tsk tsk" he tutted playfully, still holding your head in place. " You've been very distracted today have you not?"

You just avoided his gaze in response. You felt fear , or was it thrill rushing through your veins?

You had wanted this exactly, had you not? So then why did your mouth go dry at being caught?

"Words." He said sternly.

"Y-yes."

You didn't know. You didn't know whether you were scared or excited. But all you knew was you wanted his skin on yours.

"Hmm." That was all he said. You expected him to tell you off but he just stared at you with an expression you recognised as intense lust. You followed his eye which left burning trails on your body wherever it gazed upon.

He slowly stood up, your head still held captive by him jerked backwards at the movement.

He tugged at your hair, gesturing you to rise and so you did.

Standing so close to him, made you see him in entirely different light. You could see every detail of his handsome face and you could hear him breath.

Wordlessly he made you turn around to face the desk.

You were confused but you let him take the lead.

"Solve."

Wait what? Wasn't this the part where the racy stuff should begin? What did he mean by solve?

You looked back up at him and blinked in utter confusion. He raised his eyebrow by a millimetre, as if to say " You heard me."

"Excuse me?"

" I'm not going to repeat myself." The threat to not try his patience was evident in his voice. You dared not to challenge him, so you turned to the open textbooks with math problems and begrudgingly started to solve them.

Your pen halted as you felt a masculine hand snake up at your waist and other at the small of your back.

You felt him bending your body slowly with grace. Your breath hitched at his hand grazing your half exposed bottom.

"I didn't tell you stop. Continue."

Was he serious? You wondered to yourself. But deciding to not cross him, you tried hard to focus back on the math problem.

Your hands trembled as you felt him feeling up your ass. A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt him pulling your short up, wedging them between your legs. You felt cold air brush against your exposed skin.

You tried to turn your head back to look at him but before you could, his hand shot up to hold your head in place , facing the notebook.

Your thoughts were just a haze at this point. Your laboured breaths were all that could be heard in your room. You pressed your legs together desperately to subside the throbbing of your cunt.

"Wrong." His deep voice announced before you felt a sharp sound of skin slapping on skin, and moment later the pain washed over you like ice cold water. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tried to gasp for the air that escaped you.

Before you could question him about it, another ringing smack on your ass made you cry out loud this time.

A third one. And then a fourth.

You realised you had solved the question wrong.

By then you couldn't even support yourself up, and laid your head down on the desk.

A single tear escaped you. It hurt but with the depraved moans escaping your mouth on each spank, you realised you were loving every second of it.

He stopped after what seemed like eternity. Your ass was raw and burning hot.

You felt him bend himself over you until his face was inches above yours. He swept your hair aside and whispered in your ear, " You knew you needed that didn't you kitten?".

You could only whimper in response, to which he chuckled.

You felt a bit annoyed at his humor, and snapped, or at least tried to be as snappy as someone who just got spanked could be, " It hurts you know? Could've given me a warning."

"Hmm" he said while taking your earlobe between his teeth to nibble sensually.

His hand creeped between your ass to rest at your pussy. "For someone so pissed, this pussy seems to be awfully wet. It'll be dripping down your thighs any moment."

You moaned loudly as his long fingers slipped beneath the bunched up shorts and slid smoothly over your wet folds.

He sucked your earlobe all while playing with your swollen clit.

" You know what?" He finally let go of your ear. "You can't focus on your studies like that. I can see your pretty little head is full of filth. I'll need to fuck it out of you, right kitten?" He purred in a patronizing tone.

" Mm yes." You barely manage to get it out between your moans.

His fingers stopped dead. " Yes what?"

" Y-yes please Sir." You cried out at the lack of pressure on your needy cunt.

Instead of resuming he withdrew completely, but only to pull down your short and panties at one swift move.

You straighten up from the desk , but he quickly pushed you back down.

You thought maybe this was it, maybe he'll put it in now. But no. You peeped behind you to see he had sunk on his knees, with his face placed directly behind your ass.

The cool sensation of his breath hitting the wetness of your pussy made you shiver.

Aemond sat still for a few seconds, admiring the view laid out in front of him. The plump ass was now raw and red , thanks to him. Proud of his work, he started to run his lips along the angry red handprints across you soft skin.

Your hands reached back in embarrassment, to pull him away from burying his face in your ass. Aemond just held both of your wrists in one of his hands and bit your asscheek harshly, as if to give a warning.

He parted your legs with his knee, to get better access. The bundle of shorts that now looked at your ankles, restrained you from opening up anymore.

Aemond didn't waste a second and started to lap up your dripping juices like a hungry dog. His tongue exploring every crevice of your cunt. Just as you felt him play with your swollen bud, you lost it.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and as for your moans, you couldn't believe you were capable of creating sounds such as those.

You face lay flat against the open notebook, as you lost almost all your consciousness.

You came again and again , until you lost count, and just when you were at the brink of passing out he drew back.

If he hadn't been holding you in place , you would have slumped to the ground in a messy puddle of your own.

He turned you in his arms to face him, and the sight made your your whole body go flush. White liquid was glistening on his lips as well as nose; even his chin was a mess covered in your release.

You reached out to wipe it off, but decided better against it. Getting on your tiptoes, you reached up and licked right across his chin, tasting yourself on him.

Aemond smirked at your boldness, and pushed his head forward to gesture you to continue.

Taking encouragement from that you began licking every last drop of liquid from his face.

Deciding you were taking to long, Aemond hungrily took your lips between his and sucked on them hard. The kiss was urgent and a mess of both your overwhelming passion. It felt like a and aggressive fight but with lips. You fought hard but gradually gave out, letting him take the lead.

While still kissing you get sank back in the chair and forced you on your knees between his legs.

He was crouching to kiss you while holding your head with both hands.

He finally let you go; your lips now swollen red.

Just as he withdrew himself from you, you slumped over his lap.

You head laying right in front of his crotch.

Aemond took a moment to realise he was living his fantasy, and it was way better than he ever imagined.

Your messy hair falling across your half closed eyes, red lips ; t-shirt see through with sweat showing your cute tits, plump thighs smushed together. You were a mess and yet to him you looked divine, especially while between his legs.

He gently swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and tucked stray stands of hair behind your ear. Bending down he pressed a soft lasting kiss with utmost gentleness.

You were surprised by the contrast this kiss had with the last one. You looked up at him with a silent plea, to hold you. And he understood.

Strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up on his lap with ease.

You laid your head on his shoulders to take in his sweaty but masculine scent.

Aemond slid his hand over his crotch to finally free it from restraint. His hard member pressed into your soft supple ass.

He swiped the tip around your skin a few times , loving the way your flesh engulfed him.

Slowly he slid into your still wet pussy. You groaned loudly at the pain that spread in you lower body. Aemond kissed your neck softly on reassurance.

He drew you head back so that you could look him in the eye, and you did. You felt a surge of emotions from him, which you couldn't really describe, but you let those emotions wash all over you.

Biting your lip you adjusted yourself around him , trying to familiarise the pain.

Aemond raised the sweat soaked t-shirt to rest them over your tits. He latched himself on the right nipple as you started to slowly ground your hips to his.

The pain gave way to pleasure, and soon all you wanted was for him to fully fill you up with himself.

You were plopping up and down on his length, as he hungrily sucked your breast.

You felt yourself growing weak as you neared your release, and your pace slowed down.

As if on cue, Aemond's hands snaked around your waist to bring you impossibly close to him as he started to pound upwards inside of you.

His steady pounding made your moans come out in a rhythm. Your head lolled back to the crook of his neck as he increased his pace to a lightning speed.

You felt a loud ringing in your ears as you felt yourself shake in his arms while cumming all over him and his pants.

Even after that Aemond kept his pace and fucked you with all his might till he successfully chased his own release.

Both of you laid on the same position for the few minutes, heaving heavily.

In your state of half sleep you felt him kiss your forehead as he laid you on your bed.

Before leaving he whispered into your ear, "We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, okay kitten?"

All you could do was let out a soft hmm in response.

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violettduchess · 2 months

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Hello Vi! I have a request for you, only if it inspires

Tutor AU! With one or more of your fave suitors tutoring you for your upcoming exams;

Leonardo, Comte, Gilbert, Leon, Silvio and Clavis!

I'd love to see what you come up with ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: I had a very immediate idea for Comte so I went with him for this request!

Comte x Reader, Tutor AU/ Modern AU

WC: ~1.9k

The library looms large as you hurry up the wide, slate-colored steps under a sky exhaling its last breath of evening color. The stars are slowly blinking into existence, determined to shine before they are hidden behind the slow-moving blanket of clouds heading their way. You would pause to enjoy the ephemeral moment when dusk ebbs into night.....

Except Comte is inside, waiting for you.

You’re still not sure how it’s come to this. Comte as your tutor. Your mind travels back several weeks….

Several weeks ago:

One minute you're balancing an armful of books along with your backpack and several bags of uneven groceries that are seriously testing your stubborn decision to do it all in ONE trip. The next, however, everything is falling onto the polished grey tile floor of your building’s lobby, the objects seeming to leap like lemmings out of your arms. As you stand there, staring defeatedly at the scattered mess, lost in the gravity of your poor decision, the elevator doors you were originally trying to reach slide open and like the pearly gates unveiling an angel, Comte de St Germain steps out, in the process of buttoning his elegant camel-colored coat with one hand.

Before you can say a word, he takes in your forlorn expression, the embarrassing pile of your things at your feet, and he is by your side, kneeling, helping you gather up your stray apples and the mini-boxes of cereal you are probably way too old for but love anyway. Your cheeks flush as you stammer a thank you.

You know him more by reputation than actual acquaintance. He lives in the sprawling penthouse at the apex of your building, the crowning glory of the gothic structure, and is usually spoken about in whispers and sighs by the other residents:

“Comte? He’s a museum director downtown.”

“I hear he is a world-famous antique dealer who has made millions.”

“He’s gotta be a tech-millionaire with all that dough.”

“Well I know someone who knows someone who swears he’s a member of the royal family of some tiny European country.”

“I don’t care what he does. He’s got to be loaded to live up there.”

“I hear he’s never been married.”

“My cousin’s best friend’s neighbor's babysitter says he’s divorced from someone super famous.”

“You know what he is? I'll tell ya. Drop dead gorgeous.”

This mysterious man with eyes the color of desert sands is on the ground in his expensive suit and coat, helping you gather your plebeian things and oh, do you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

Until……

He stops, holding one of the books you had been juggling, a surprised expression crossing his classically beautiful face.

“‘The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire’ by Edward Gibbon. Fourth edition.” He seems impressed, curiosity flaring to life in the mesmerizing gold of his eyes.

And you take that lifeline, words stumbling over themselves across the knot of your tied tongue as you explain you are a graduate student, majoring in history, mentally preparing yourself for the avalanche of final exams heading your way.

And how he smiles, his long fingers tracing the embossed lettering along the spine of your book, borrowed from the local library. Entranced by the movement, you can't look away from his hand, reverence hushing his voice as he explains how he works for a museum (Points to the woman in Apartment 15B for getting that one), how he also studied history.

And then one thing leads to another and your rambling about the stress of your exams and crunch for time has evolved into Comte St. Germain, the mysterious Bruce Wayne of your building, offering to tutor you.

The Present:

And now here you stand, the night of your final session, heart prowling, turning circles in your chest like an unruly feline.

Taking a steadying breath, you continue up the steps and head inside, enjoying the sound of your heeled boots across the polished wooden floor. Past towering shelves filled with books you go until you reach the narrow iron staircase in the back, the one that spirals upwards to the second floor. Your feet follow the path they have gotten used to over the last few weeks, through the racks, down a narrow gangway until you reach the small cluster of tables at the western corner of the library, the ones underneath the imposing arched window that allows you a clear view of the darkening sky and the pale orange glow of the streetlamp across the street.

Comte looks up from the book he has been reading and offers you a smile, at once familiar and exotic.

“Ah, there you are, chérie. Ready for our final session?”

Something inside you constricts at the thought that this is the last time you will be here with him like this, tucked away in the surprising intimacy of a large public library, listening to his honeyed voice as you discuss not only history, but also the mundane: what music he listens to when he goes on long drives, his favorite type of wine, the best tea for a rainy Sunday morning. And it isn't just his speaking….Comte listens. He really listens when you talk, when you ask questions, when you give an opinion. He rests his chin on his hand, head tilted ever so slightly, his entire attention focused on you, whether you are explaining the fine points of one of the many Treaties of Paris or doing your best to convince him that dipping your French fries in your milkshake really does make them taste better.

With the glow of remembrance in your smile, you slide into the seat next to him, running your fingers along the soft grain of the elegant wooden chair as you settle in.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” you say, returning his smile while looking at the array of books he has spread out across the table. “Let’s do this.”

“Oui,” he says as his smile curves into a grin. “Tonight we’re focusing on art for your art history final. You already sent me the list of pieces your professor wants you to know for your exam so we can work our way through those.”

You breathe in, trying not to get distracted by the warm, earthy scent of his cologne.

“Professor Leonardo is great but it’s such a long list….” Your shoulders slump at the thought of tackling everything on it. And then you feel Comte’s hand there, on your forearm, warm even through the soft material of your blouse.

“Then let us begin.”

He spends hours, guiding you through Girl with the Pearl Earring, The Birth of Venus, Las Meninas, and Water Lillies. You wander through the great masters like an enamored visitor in an enchanted garden, listening as Comte helps you to remember what you have learned about the paintings as well as unlocking secrets you have never heard before. He leads you through the design of the Colosseum, the Parthenon, Hagia Sofia, Notre Dame, his voice a golden thread that spins you across the architectural wonders. And now, in your final hour of study, he opens the book of sculptures. You visit Rodin’s Thinker, Michelangelo’s David, the Venus de Milo. And finally, you come to the last sculpture on your list: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova.

“Ah…” He pulls the book closer, the photograph of the sculpture filling the page. “This….is a masterpiece of….” He glances over at you, brow lifted as he waits for the answer.

“Neoclassicism…but with strong elements of the Romantic, given the subject matter.”

“Bien joué.” The praise falls from his lips softly, slides over you like melting wax, sends a jolt of heat across your skin. He doesn’t seem to notice as he flattens down the pages with both hands, his bright eyes roaming over the image.

“So you know the story of Cupid and Psyche?”

You try to remember what Professor Leonardo explained in class when he had introduced the sculpture. “She opened a forbidden jar and was put to sleep as punishment?”

Comte nods. “Venus forbid Psyche from opening the jar. It supposedly held Divine Beauty. Psyche could not resist temptation and instead of beauty, she was overcome by the Sleep of Innermost Darkness.” He grins slowly. “Very dramatic. Cupid sees his lover unconscious and pricks her with an arrow, awakening her. This sculpture captures that moment.”

Outside the library window, the streetlamp glows a soft orange. A light rain is now falling, making the light seem as if it is dancing, shimmering against the night.

“Just look at the lines,” he murmurs. He takes his index finger and slowly begins tracing the line of Psyche’s body. It follows the curve of her torso as she stretches up towards Cupid. “Her arms reach back for him.”

You lean in, closer to Comte, watching the path his finger makes along the glossy page. Your heart is suddenly hammering a woodpecker’s song against your breastbone.

“Her hands are in her lover’s hair, the gesture so familiar, so loving.” He traces down the line of Psyche's neck. “And here….she is bent back to him, so exposed and vulnerable, tilting to look up into his face. What do you see there?”

His voice winds itself around you, wrapping you in golden vines of warmth and want. You need a moment to find your own. When you do, it is only capable of expressing itself in a breathless whisper.

“Tenderness. Joy.”

He nods slowly, trailing his finger down Cupid’s strong arm. “And what do you see in him?”

Your thoughts are bright butterflies, sparks that fly up into the haze of your mind and explode in little pinpricks of light. Blinking, trying to control the overwhelming wave of attraction that threatens to pull you under, you reach out and touch the same page, your fingers scant centimeters from his.

“He’s…..adoring. The way he holds her head, his fingers touching her face. And he’s smiling at her, affectionately. Openly.” Your gaze drops down to where Comte’s finger points to Cupid’s left arm. You clear your throat and continue. “He covers her breasts with his arm, shielding her from the viewer, and yet that one hand holds her in a way that’s….it’s so intimate. It feels somehow more intimate than if we would see her bare.” Your voice is a whisper, soft and woven through with delicate wisps of yearning. “He touches her as if he’s done it a hundred times and still revels in it…..” You trail off, pressing your lips together, unable to go on.

Comte’s fingers brush against yours and you turn your head, startled to find that your faces are so very close. Outside the rain gently rolls down the massive glass window. The streetlamp flickers. Comte’s gaze is a steady golden sun.

“He adores her,” he murmurs, his voice rolling through you. You feel his fingers move, covering yours on the page.

“She marvels at him,” you answer quietly, your fingers curling around his in response.

He leans down ever so slightly, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “He dreams of her……”

“.....and he is what makes her waking sublime…” The words are hardly more than the breaths between heartbeats.

His mouth brushes faintly against yours, the softest touch, a silken feather, a velvet caress.

“....He wants nothing more…..” His hand tightens around yours, his chest rising and falling with the contained power of his emotion. “...than to kiss her….”

“He should,” you say, soft as a nightingale welcoming a summer evening. "He should kiss her."

And he does, pressing his lips against yours as the wave that has been looming ever closer pours down upon you both. One hand rises, gripping the nape of your neck with tender ardor. You plunge your free hand into the soft wilderness of his tawny hair, opening your mouth to taste him.

Your other hand? It is still tightly holding onto his, a promise you won’t let go.

An echo of Cupid and his beloved Psyche.

Pysche Revived by Cupid's Kiss- Antonio Canova, 1793

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angelicizedeve · 2 years

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𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍.

synopsis: your tutor may or may not have a little crush on you ...

☆ diluc tutor au

diluc ragnvindr was a very composed young man.

his uniform was always ironed and worn neatly, his soft red locks were always tied back in a ponytail, and he was a perfect student, with a’s in all of his classes, of which you were in many. while you’d never had an actual conversation with him, it wasn’t hard to remember who he was based on his appearance.

when you found out that you were flunking math, your parents freaked out. they told you to go look for a tutor, and so you begrudgingly did. there weren’t that many in the tutoring program your school held to begin with, let alone ones that weren’t already booked up. “i don’t know what to do!” you complained to your friends as you sat in the cafeteria. “everyone’s either unreasonably expensive, or they don’t have a space for me.”

“maybe you should just ask someone who’s good at math.” one of your friends said with a shrug. “everyone’s desperate to make money any time, i’m sure they’ll agree.”

“but it’s calculus, everybody in my class is struggling as is.” you reasoned, aggressively zipping up your bag.

“what about that red-haired guy? isn’t he good at, like, everything?”

your eyes wandered over to diluc, who was seated at the same table he usually is. “yeah, he is. i'm too nervous to talk to him though. it’ll be so awkward.” your friend raised an eyebrow at you. “would you rather have one awkward conversation, or fail a class?” you groaned and hesitantly agreed to talk to him during calculus.

“tutor you?” diluc repeated. you nodded with a hopeful and polite smile. “uh, i suppose so. i can do it after school today if you’d like.” he offered. “yes, thank you so much!” you quickly said graciously. you left calculus with a pep in your step, a complete change from usual.

“so, do you understand it now?” diluc asked, pointing at the question you both had just gone over. you nodded vigorously. “thank you so much diluc, you don’t know how much this helped me.” you said, gathering your books and papers. “you’re a really great teacher! i’ll see you tomorrow!~” you hurriedly exited the library, tired after the hours spent studying. if you hadn’t left so quickly, you’d be able to notice the pink hue that painted your tutor’s face because of your quick compliment.

oh diluc, poor, poor diluc. if you weren’t so stressed about finals coming up, you’d surely notice the way that he blushes every time your arms brush, or whenever he has to lean over your shoulder to look at your paper. nearly every other girl would be able to pick up on these subtle innuendos, which all pointed to him having a crush on you. in fact, you never would’ve noticed his behavior if your friends hadn’t pointed it out one day. but you refused to believe that this attractive man could have a crush on you. still…that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about the idea.

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clevenhq · 10 days

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should i make john an orphan because why not in my tutor au

#masters of the air #i’m procrastinating finishing this chapter #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #mota fanfic #tutor au #my writing

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queenofapeacefuldawn · 7 months

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Okay so remember that tutor au I was talking about?

The one where Mini has dinner with Rudy's family? a plan I had was for Rudy to be like. Royalty adjacent. He's descended from royalty, which is partly why his family is crazy rich, and when Rudy explains it to Mini, she just laughs it off as him being funny, but then later when somebody in his family refers to them being related to royalty, she just goes: 👁👁 and "were you not joking??? Are you actually royalty???"

And he just goes, deadpan, "I never joke"

"..."

"Jokes aside, why did you think my nickname for you was "my dark benevolent queen"?"

"Idk I thought you were cheesy"

#tutor au

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madmanwonder · 2 months

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Crossover College: Teacher: Tutor AU

Is it true Danny that you were doing so badly academically that Velma got appointed as your tutor? How is the progress going?

"G-Good...." The halfa superhero replied with a blush as he stare at the geeky but gorgerous older woman who was helping him out on his advanced math class assignment with a cute, studious smile

#danny phantom series #danny phantom #danny fenton #scooby doo series #scooby doo series smut #velma dinkley #velma scooby doo #college au #college au ask #teacher au #teacher au ask #tutor au #tutor au ask #crossover au #crossover au ask #shipping post #shipping ask #veldan #danny x velma

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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TUTOR AU SMUT WITH MAMMON

Sitting across from the white-haired male who was doing anything he possibly could just to get out of doing his homework, But once Lucifer caught wind of what he was doing the avatar of pride quickly put you in charge of him since you’ve had no real trouble keeping up with your classes and even become a teacher’s assistant.

Wondering how you’d get him to pay attention for once on something that would do him some good until the idea hit you which only made a smirk appear on your lips before speaking aloud to him “Dear sweet Mammon i know you don’t wanna do your work i’m sure nobody does”pouting your lower lip out more as you spoke now using a baby voice while placing your hand on top of his lightly dragging your fingertips across his skin “but how about this if you do this for me i’ll do something for you but it’ll a surprise a good one i promise”softly smiling before pulling your soft touch away from him to write out more work problems for him to get started on, Handing the paper over to what you’ve now noticed is a brightly blushing Mammon who hadn’t moved or said anything since you’ve offered the deal to him finally he snapped out of it with you waving your hand in front of his face he slowly nodded his head in agreement.

After 2 more hours of helping Mammon and trying to get him to refocus when he tried asking about his surprise you only told him 'he was getting closer to getting it', Once you checked out his work you were shocked how serious he was about this but agreed that should be enough to help him before mentioning he can have the start his mystery motivation tool. You stood up and grabbed his hand leading him to a bathroom then made sure nobody else was inside before locking the door with a smile on your face.

Pushing him against the door gently then kissing him while your hands traveled all over his body making him whine in anticipation of what you'd do to him, pulling away looking up at him only to see his eyes were still closed and he tried following your lips with a pout but once he opened his eyes he was met with you trying to undo both his and your clothes as you sank down on to your knees looking up at him innocently "you did such a great job for me out there baby but now you need to be quiet" pulling down his pants only so much and pressed feather light kisses all over his thighs and soft bite marks.

You watched as his eyes rolled back along with his head falling back into the wall before wrapping your lips around his cock swallowing as much as you could only to feel a fire ignite under your skin hearing him moan your name whining for more when you've just started on him, moving your head up and down closing your eyes in focus and placing your hands on his thighs feeling him try to buck his hips little by little "oh please just like that it feels so good" He moaned out to you feeling his hair stick to his forehead.

Feeling his fingers tangle in your hair holding your head in place moaning out how close he was to cumming and looked down at you groaning roughly he came in your mouth, swallowing what you could you then gently kitten licked him clean just to tease him further before standing up and dragging him over to the sinks then leaning against the counter pulling him close with a rough kiss tugging on his light colored locks holding him close.

Softly panting against his face you looked up at him "take what you've been wanting from me" whispering against his lips "ruin me" feeling his hands grip your waist and turn you around now freely watching him in the mirror as he pawed at your body whining about much you turned him on beyond belief so much so he didn't even seem to realize that he was confessing to how much he thought about you and what he thought about or what you would do to him.

Looking you in the eye through the mirror as he placed kisses on your neck and shoulder while grinding himself against you before he stuttered watching you nod at him for him to continue, lining his cock up and slowly thrusting into you with a loud moan and placing his head in the crook of your neck telling you how good you felt then thanking you for helping him.

Keeping a decent pace until he heard you moan his name something he didn't realize would cause his resolve to break like no other since he'd only dreamed about hearing his name on your tongue, His hips now moving in brutal and animalistic way he tugged on your hair forcing you to watch him pound into you over and over before reaching his other hand under you placing it on your stomach grinning widely at you "What? does that feel good?” feeling just how much your stomach would bulge out when his cock slammed back in. Both of you moaning in sync and him practically chanting your name over and over while stuttering out just how close he was that couldn’t wait to make you take him whole then feel all his warm cum spill out of you.

Biting on your neck while pushing in as far as he could and came deeply inside you before wrapping his arms around you holding you closely panting in your ear “if this is what i get for paying attention then i’ll be at the top of every class i’m in” chuckling at his own words, Slowly pulling out of you with a soft hiss and started cleaning the both of you up until he sat you on the counter smiling at you then cupping your jaw giving you a sweet and passionate kiss before pulling away while you looked up at him through your lashes “so round 2 back at the house?”.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #otome game #obey me mammon #Smut #tutor au

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i'm desperate to find this fic! its a jikook abo college au where jimin is the nerd who has to tutor jock!jk cause hes failing a class. i remember jimin has asthma and it might've been a slow burn? i hope you can find it though! 🙇‍♀️😅

Hi there - I can't seem to find a specific fic which matches this description, so here's a few I found, and maybe one of them will be the one you're looking for :)

Hoodwinked by Jungkookie_chips

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 18,357

Summary: Jeongguk’s gaze had gone from inexpressive to a hardened, more aggravated glare by the time Jimin finished his speech. He bends down to grab his bag and Jimin feels both shocked and relieved, thinking Jeongguk is giving up already and inadvertently releasing Jimin from the promise that confines him. But then he comes back up and slams a travel mug onto the table, the sound piercing through the silent atmosphere. Jimin doesn’t have to look around to know everyone else in the room is staring at them and he has to refrain from blowing up on Jeongguk, knowing it’ll only make the situation worse.

“What the fuck is this?” Jimin hisses.

or: Jeongguk is at risk of failing some of his courses for the third time. Jimin is asked to save Jeongguk from his own downfall.

Dismissed by jeonslegends

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 349,577

Summary: Omega Park Jimin is a university student who has a deep love for dancing, warm coffee, and his best friend Taehyung. Although he is somewhat a hopeless romantic, he has put off finding true love until after graduation because his last heartbreak lead him to believe that college boys "are a huge, unfulfilling waste of his time".

Jeon Jungkook is an Alpha starting his first year of teaching as a math professor at the same university fresh out of graduate school. He plans on asking to hire one of his students as a tutor to assist him with the class until he is settled in...

As it turns out, Jimin excels in math and finds himself in need of little extra cash, and it definitely doesn't hurt that his new math professor smells like his favorite kind of warm drink.

Butter by FearthePrettyPeople

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 89,050

Summary: Jungkook and Jimin meet twice.

The second time is when Jungkook needs a tutor to better understand Critical Theory and Jimin is just the man to help him. Not to mention it will look great on Jimin's record while he applies to the doctoral program.

The first time was entirely different and soon, Jungkook finds Jimin out.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as smoothly when someone else finds out what Jimin does for work.

#ask #jikook #jimin #jungkook #college au #tutor au #enemies to lovers #abo au #smut #Rating: E

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wolfstarshipping · 11 months

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Learning (Dis)Abilities (15.824 words) by MakkAttackk

marauders era AU

Summary:

Remus agrees to tutor Sirius Black, who can't sit still to study to save his arse. Slow burn, strangers to lovers.

Comment:

This was a wonderful marauders era fic, I absolutely adored following along as Remus reluctantly allows Sirius and the others to become a part of his life.

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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An Extremely Unfriendly Wager

eddie munson/fem!reader (3rd person)

Summary: Eddie's classmate hates him because of how loud he's been, when she finds out that Eddie is going to be held back and she won't get a quiet senior year without him, she snaps and demands that he let her tutor him. Eddie agrees, but not without some more fun stakes.

Content: No warnings! Just a...meet weird and me pairing eddie with any kind of deranged woman I can think of to see how he reacts. enemies to lovers but like...no lovers they just talk but u get it.

Her name was Y/N, and all she had ever wanted for her entire life was to have a moment of peace and quiet.

From the moment she awoke alongside her hoards of siblings to the moment she fell asleep in the room she shared with 2 of her sisters, somebody was talking too loud.

The only time that she ever remembered having a chance at some genuine peace and quiet was nap time in the second grade when they’d bring hers and another few classes into a big empty room full of mats, everybody would lie down, and it would be blissfully, beautifully quiet for thirty unforgettable minutes. She always stayed awake for as long as she could because she knew that it was the only time that she truly got silence.

Until Eddie Munson switched to her naptime room, and that one moment of peace she had treasured more than anything else in her short life was stolen.

Little Eddie hated nap time.

And Y/N hated Eddie for the next nine years because of it.

Y/N had seven younger siblings, two dogs, a parrot, and her parents were local radio DJs, and somehow Eddie Munson was still the single loudest human being she had ever met in her life- and by sheer bad luck or a curse passed down from her ancestors he was everywhere she went.

At first they had no classes together, then he’d fail one and have to retake it the next year with her class, and the ones he hadn’t failed seemed to be the ones that she excelled at and was allowed to take with the upperclassmen. Every year it seemed like he was in more of them until their schedules were nearly identical. Even after she got home he drove past her house on the way home from school blasting terrible music and driving like a maniac. Once she had straight up ditched class for the first time in her life just so she could go stand in the woods for a half an hour and not be bothered by anybody she found him at a secluded picnic table smoking. He was inescapable. The noise was inescapable.

He argued with teachers, tried to get them on off topic tangents, talked to other students constantly, made bad jokes, drew idiotic comparisons, drummed on his desk, clicked his pen, hummed, stood on tables and shouted during lunch- as far as she could tell he was also cursed by his ancestors and he knew that if he stopped making noise for even a second he would instantly be killed.

The only thing that kept her hanging on was knowing that he was a senior and that next year, he would be gone. Graduated. Not her problem. She’d never have to hear him bouncing his leg while wearing a fucking wallet chain again as long as she lived. Graduation was in two months and then she’d be free.

Or at least that’s what she thought.

She was in the lunchroom, sequestered into a corner. Eddie was standing on the table ranting and raving or just philosophizing to the student body about whatever garbage he had read in a zine that weekend, as he did about twice a week, when she heard words that made her blood run cold.

"They give us numbers for our value and when we're not cookie cutter enough for all these stupid pieces of paper then they make you stay for another year so they can have just a liiiitle more time to iron out anything that makes you different." He shouted, wildly gesticulating.

Y/N's eyes went wide in horror at what that seemed to mean

"Dude-did you get held back?" One of his little leather clad buddies asked, and Eddie made a face.

"Not yet because they're gonna give me 'one more chance to apply myself" but I'll tell you something right now- I still don't give a shit, and they can't make me!"

"So drop out!" Somebody from a party table shouted, to a few scattered cheers and laughs, and Eddie turned dramatically on his heel.

"Yeah, yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you. They would really like it if I just left with nothing to show for all the bullshit they put me through. No way, man. I'm walking across that stage next year and flipping the principal off so he knows that he can't break me!" His friends cheered and Y/N felt a piece of her brain sort of…break.

“Shut Up!” Y/N heard shrieked across the cafeteria loud enough for everybody to turn and look at the source. When all heads turned her way she realized that she was the one that yelled. She didn’t know when she’d stood up either.

“Well, well, well- do I have a challenger?” He asked, obviously not about to let her stop his roll.

“Just shut up. I just want you to shut the fuck up. Once. Just once. For like a second just shut up! Just shut your mouth, Eddie!” She said with more anger and conviction than she knew she had in her. Everybody stared at her and it was probably the most words that any of them had ever heard her say.

“Do what you want to silence me-It's never going to work!” He dragged out, walking towards her with a cocky gait.

“I know that. I know it’s never going to work, Eddie. You know how I know that? Because I’ve sat in front of you in class a fucking hundred thousand times and you never stop talking. I don’t even want to stop talking right now because that means that you’re going to respond! And now you’re telling me that they told you that you might get held back and you’re not even going to try to pass and I have to deal with you for another year? Do you ever think about how your actions affect others? That we have to just sit there and listen to you all day and-”

“I didn’t realize you were so obsessed with me that you were hanging on my every word.”

“How can I not hear them all when you seem to be everywhere that I fucking am? Why do you make so many speeches? What is it about you that makes you so sure that everybody wants to hear what you have to say.”

“They don’t want to hear it- but they need to. I’m only speaking the truth, even if you’re all in denial about it. And you can do what you want to try and put me in a box and shut me up so that nobody has to hear anything that challenges their worldview or-” he kept going on and on and all of a sudden Y/N just couldn’t take it.

Eddie turned around to keep ranting to the cafeteria with arms raised like a damn ringmaster, utterly delighted that somebody was reacting to his antics again, and when he turned back to face her she wasted absolutely no time reaching over and grabbing a handful of spaghetti from the nearest student and throwing it at him, hitting him right in the face.

To her credit, that did shut him up.

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Detention. Y/N had never gotten detention before, and when it was only her and Eddie in the room she regretted everything that had happened in her life that led her to this point. If this was a test by the school or maybe God or some other power of ironic fate to make her change her ways they were succeeding.

Y/N felt awkward and sufficiently embarrassed but also it was just…quiet. She closed her eyes in peace and just tried to enjoy it for as long as she could. She didn’t even care that she was in trouble anymore, or she didn’t until she heard a pop sound, and opened one eye to see Eddie leaning back in his chair, pressing his lips together and releasing them to make a little noise and then repeating the action.

“You have to stop.” She said in annoyance, and he sighed.

"We're gonna be here for like 3 hours, Y/N. You can't actually expect me to be completely silent for that long."

"I would never be stupid enough to expect that from you, Eddie. I can hope for it but I definitely don't expect it."

“Do I really annoy you that much?” He asked incredulously, and she hated how funny he seemed to think it was.

“Yes.” She said succinctly.

"Just because I'm noisy?"

"You're not just noisy, Eddie. You're the loudest person I've ever met. You take up so much space for somebody so skinny. I sat next to you in bio last year and your stuff was always on my desk and you'd get crumbs everywhere and you say stupid things sometimes and you hiss at people and I mean jesus at least your better than you used to be but you've also definitely stopped getting better. Like, yeah, you don't full on pretend to be a zombie pterodactyl for days at a time anymore and I guess you don't sometimes show up in full wizard gear and put curses on everybody anymore but like-"

"Christ, I feel like I'm in court." He complained.

"If I could arrest you, Eddie, believe me when I say that I would without hesitation. I would have done it years ago in like second grade when you started pretending to have fucking exorcist style night terrors during nap time and claim to never remember. Or when you put a ton of paint into a balloon in art class and got on the table and yelled scatter and threw it and it exploded and everything was black and it never came off my favorite shirt.” She was really going now, and Eddie was pretty sure that this was the most effective detention he had ever been subjected to. He tried to cut in, but her gesticulating and increasing volume left no room for interruption.

“And I haven't haven't mentioned when you saw Alien and went full xenomorph when people tried to talk to you I mean what the fuck, Eddie? How many times can you haul yourself on a table pretending to die before pulling your arm in your sleeve and shoving out through your collar like a chest burster so you can pull the hair of whoever was actually still concerned when they see you die again."

"Okay, kids do weird shit all the time, what about when you- uh" He faltered when he realized he started talking without an example.

"It's not just about when we were kids it's that you still do that shit. Still you randomly start howling like a werewolf when things get too quiet or boring and get up onto tables making speeches and send your wizard buddies into the cafeteria while fighting with fake swords!" She said, exasperated

“Alright. Asked and answered. Why did you never say anything?” He asked, kind of horrified and she glared at him.

“When would I have done that?” She asked bitterly, and he gave her a conceding nod of his head.

“I dunno. Standing up and yelling at me seemed pretty effective." He said with a grin.

"Is this funny to you?" She asked angrily, knowing by the glee on his face that she wasn't going to like the answer

"Kinda, yeah. I'm not sure how else to take finding out that somebody I've literally never had a conversation with hates me this much and has apparently been prepping her case since third grade. Objectively, that's pretty funny."

"Do you have a lot of conversations where other people have a chance to get a word in?"

He laughed incredulously.

"I'm not one of those screaming guys pointing from the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I am in fact capable of listening to another person."

"You literally used to do that in Ms. Jenkins' class. You literally did that."

"Yes….I did, didn't I?" He said quietly, at least having the decency to look a little embarrassed. His instincts told him to keep teasing her but honestly he was a little worried that this girl might not be crazy in a fun way.

A moment of quiet fell when he waited for her to say something, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried so hard to appreciate the silence but something was still tormenting her

"Are you really getting held back?"

"Looks like it." He shrugged.

She turned around to look at him "What would it take to get you to graduate?"

"I dunno, like a Bible level miracle?" He said in a joking way, hoping to break through her weird seething fury.

She thought for a moment. "Let me tutor you." She said firmly.

"Excuse me?"

"Let me tutor you."

"I heard you the first time, but I think we just established that you hate my guts and that it would take a huge amount of effort to pass this year so why would you want to do that?"

"Because I really really want a quiet senior year. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life." She asked with the kind of desperation Eddie imagined was normally only used by people that just walked through the desert for two days asking for some water.

"....no, I don't think I'm gonna do that." He said. She was weird and that was certainly intriguing but he was also getting weirded out in a bad way which didn't happen to him often.

"I'll give you a hundred dollars if you graduate." She said, and he laughed aloud.

"You will give me a hundred dollars so you can tutor me. That's insane. You're insane."

She nodded emphatically. "Yes. That might be true. I think that my brain may be permanently damaged from never getting to calibrate to the sound of silence. I have seven siblings, a parrot and two dogs. It's never going to be quiet at home but it could be quiet at school. I just want you gone, Eddie. It would fix so much." She said, so genuinely and and he was shaken to his core knowing that the girl he had sat behind for a solid decade was even more unhinged than he was.

"You don't want to be around me so you're going to spend the next 2 months working your ass off, with me for a lot of time to help me graduate? You see where this is getting confusing, yes?"

"It's It's investment that will eventually lead to greater returns. Honestly, what do you have to lose?" She asked, her voice still so weirdly begging that he was having a hard time saying no. Whether that was because he was getting more weird into her weirdness as the conversation progressed or he was worried that she would steal his eyelashes he wasn't sure.

"I guess? This is insane and I'm pretty sure that in like a day you're gonna change your mind when you see my report card but sure. I'll call that bluff." He said, leaning back and laughing,

"You think I'm bluffing?"

He leans in with a grin.

"How about we do it this way- if I graduate, I give you a hundred bucks, if you can't take it anymore and give up, then you give me a hundred bucks."

"No way. You'll just be extra annoying and not try so I'll give you money." She said with a frown. "Why can't we just do the first thing?"

"Because I don't think you're going to be able to take it and I want to add some real stakes." He said with a grin, and she looked at him with a determined face. "Let's just take money out of it altogether- in fact, I'll pay you to tutor me. Every day until finals." He said with a mischievous look. "And if you stick it out every day and I still don't graduate, I promise not to talk in the same room as you for the next year, so either way you get your quiet." He said.

"What if I give up?" She asked, and he thought.

"Hmmm….I think you should decide. What can you do for me that would equal a year of silence?"

"I….have no idea. You sure you don't want the hundred dollars?"

"Uh uh- ooh! What about if you can't take it then you have to make a lunch room speech with me. On the tables. Can be about whatever you want." He grinned, and she looked at him confused.

"Why would you want that?" She asked with a nervous laugh.

"Because I've seen you every school day for a decade and I had no idea that you were this weird until today. I think the people deserve to know."

"Seriously? That doesn't seem…equivalent."

"I can think of something worse- you also wanna be my lab partner next year. Hey, that's not a bad idea."

"I should've just left it at that."

"Yup, you should've."

"What's to stop you from just being as obnoxious as possible so you can win?"

"Hm….is my word not enough in this situation?" She shook her head.

"Okay if I bail or stop trying….man this is getting complicated-"

"If you bail or genuinely don't try….you have to let me eat lunch in your van next year."

"My van is really gross."

"Yes, but it's silent, and I don't have a car." She explained, and he nodded.

"Do we have a deal? If you can tutor me every day until finals I don't say anything in the same room as you next year, if you can't handle it then you have to make a lunch room speech with me and be my lab partner next year, and if i can't handle the tutoring then I have to let you eat lunch in my van next year." He said, sticking out a hand.

"What if you graduate?" She asked

"Well….that's what you wanted to begin with. Then it's a win-win." He said, and she raised an eyebrow. He grinned. "IIIIII get it, you want to sweeten the pot, huh?"

"I mean, if I'm getting no Eddie as a reward both times then what's to stop me from just showing up every day and not trying- and what's to stop you from just being as annoying as possible to win?"

"You have a point, there should be a best case scenario reward for us in the very unlikely instance that this actually pays off."

"Right. Something good for both of us that's worth all the work." She said thoughtfully.

"I can't really think of anything." He said honestly, and she shook her head.

"Me neither. Maybe….TBD? Decide after we know if there's….anything that both of us actually enjoy."

"I'm sure there's something." He said with a glimmer in his eye and she smiled a little.

For a moment she forgot she was talking to her one sided arch nemesis and she was about to laugh, but then she heard the sound of his wallet chain bouncing with his leg and she remembered.

"Alright, we'll decide on our grand prize later. Do we have a deal?" He asked, and stuck out his hand. She nodded resolutely and shook it.

He grinned, this was fun, but he was sure it would be over by the weekend, and Y/N closed her eyes, leaning back to enjoy the moment of silence that detention offered, and realize that maybe she was biting off more than she could chew.