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Your footsteps echo against the tile of the school floor as a window you pass by illuminates your nervous gaze with the moonlight’s gaze. As you near the closed door with streaks of fluorescent light streaking from the openings, you have to wonder to yourself: How in the fresh hell did you get into this situation?
Well, a great lot of it can be explained with your relation to the Nunez (fix) family, with Claire being your younger sister and. Although unlike Claire, who is seen to be attending Arcadia High to pursue her high school education, you are actually working at the place as a psychology teacher. Although struggling to fit in in a setting where raging hormones and angst were at its peak, you took solace in your fellow co-workers and their acceptance of you. I mean with Ms. Janeth’s dramatic flair, Mr. Uhl’s kindness, and Coach Lawrence’s… whatever, how could you not feel like you belonged here?
Of course, there was also a history teacher by the name of Waltolemew Stricklander that made you feel more feelings than acceptance.
You could almost remember the way his smooth hands raised to meet yours and his bright, almost tantalizing/hypnotizing green eyes greeting you fondly as he welcomed you to your new workplace.
“I look forward to working with you, Ms. (y/n). As I believe I can attest for everyone here, we hope your days working here will be satisfactory.” His deep voice inflicted with a slight accent almost stopped your heart all at once.
And do tell us if you have trouble with any students in your class? I believe you have the Young Atlas by the name of Jim in your classroom and would hate to see my pupil causing you any sort of trouble”
After becoming more acquainted with the school and the way it runs you often found yourself spending many lunch breaks with Stricklander and found yourself to grow quite close to him. You adored the way that he would speak on the subjects he spoke about in his class, with such smoothness and eloquence that it almost seemed like he lived through it. You even found out that used to travel a lot when he was younger, something you wish you could do one day.
Just thinking about laying at a private beach with Stricklander undoing your bikini string and running those large hands across the expanse of your back as you moan in ecstasy left your mind fuzzy and your underwear a little bit damp to be quite honest.
He even took to calling you by the name of Persephone just out of the blue one day while you were having another riveting conversation in his office one day.
“So Persephone huh,” the slight waver in your voice almost made you outright punch yourself in the face.
“Ah yes, I expected you would be curious about your new nickname,” He chuckled as his ink pen danced across his fingertips.
“Persephone is seen to be the goddess of harvest, although some sources say she was also the spring, grain, and, of course, death, since we all know how the story of Hades and Persephone went. When I see you, I almost feel as if you are a personification of her and what she stood for. Kind and seems to bring life with her wherever she goes, although she is not one to be trifled with even with her loving and caring nature.”
You fell in love with him that day. How could you not?!? He was so kind, so honest and caring, and not too hard on the eyes also! He seemed so nice.
So why is it that one day you walked in on your sister, her friends who were also your students, and two terrifying creatures planning on Mr. Stricklander’s demise?
After having nothing short of a panic attack and almost passing out, you learned from all of them that they were, in fact, not flesh-eating monsters and that Strickler was this thing called a changething (Shmangeling? Changeling? Ah, you don’t quite remember!) who was the leader of the Janus Order and was trying to set an evil troll by the names of Gunmar free with others to wreak havoc on the human world? I know, a lot to take in such a short amount of time, but you managed.
“Please, (y/n) you can’t tell anyone! Not even mom and dad! They would kill me and, not to mention, possibly be in danger if others find out they know too!” Claire pleaded.
“Claire’s right, Ms. Persephone” Jim piped up alongside Toby, with the glare of his trollhunting (?) armor hurting your eyes. “I know that this is a lot to take in but, trust me this is the only way to be able to defeat Gunmar without putting anyone at risk”
And as you looked down at his blue eyes filled with determination, Claire’s puppy eyes, and Toby’s earnest smile (and the two trolls in the corner trying their best not to scare you), how could you deny them such a request?
From then forward, you worked alongside the trollhunters and almost as a spy to see what Strickler was getting up to, although it was kind of difficult to notice anything, without just upright saying, “Hey! I know you're a changeling trying to take over the world! Do you have anything that can help me and the trollhunter NOT let that happen?”
However, as you and the trollhunters huddled in Jim’s basement to come up with a plan to get ahead of Bular and his crew, Toby chimed in and threw a random and entirely crazy idea out for everyone to bear witness to.
“Well, we know that Mr. Strickler’s got this crazy hideout with a key, right? Why don’t we just… Have your sister try to take it? (I mean, it can;t be that hard right?)
Everyone’s heads snapped towards you as you sat on the ground, your spine turning rigid and your expression turning from mild (nonchalant) to shocked.
“M-me?” you stuttered out dumbly as you pointed to yourself, as if there was anyone else they were fucking talking about.
“Dangerous” Aaaargh’s deep voice rumbled out of his chest as his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Aaaaargh is correct, young Tobias!” Blinky sputtered out.. “What if young (y/n) gets caught? What does she do then? She could be hurt or worse-”
“Killed! What if she gets killed! I can’t just let my sister be thrown into the lion’s den when we don’t know if she would be safe! Jim, back me up on this!” Claire whips her head to her boyfriend/partner, wide eyes trying to search behind his expression.
“I hate to say it, but Toby’s right, Claire. Bular and Strickler are already so far ahead of us. What if they do end up beating us and getting Gunmar out of the Darklands? What would we do then?” Silence ran across the basement.
“Besides, we all know that Strickler likes (y/n) as a co-worker and a friend. Even if she does get caught, maybe she can say she thought it was hers or something?”
“What do you think, (y/n)?”
You scratched nervously/absentmindedly scratched the cement as you pondered the choices that were laid out in front of you. Although you feared Stricklander and his motives, you feared that what would become of your future if Bular was to succeed would be far worse than just your own death at the hands of your crush.
“Ok,” you breathed a deep breath in and out before looking at everyone with determined eyes “I’ll do it.”
You stood next to the door, making sure that your feet did not cause a shadow that could be seen through his door. Your breath stuttered as you could hear him moving papers in his office. Midterm grading must have been making him work so past his normal working hours.
Well here goes nothing.
With one swift turning of the doorknob, the door opened to reveal a shocked Strickler with a hand on this cheek while he slumped over a bunch of papers with red markings on them, most likely the result of his strict grading process and his usual fountain pen tucked in between his pointer finger and thumb. Your eyes quickly darted to the pen in the corner of said desk.
“Oh, Ms. Persephone!” He straightened his back and turned in his chair to display his attentiveness. “A little late to be roaming around the school, do you not think so? If I may be so inclined to question, what brings you here?”
“O-oh…” you coughed to hide the nervousness in your voice. “Well Strickler, I was looking for my jacket that I swear I left here on the school grounds! Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite find it, but once I noticed that your office lights were on, I couldn’t help but let my curiosity get the better of me and see why you are here. Grading the midterms for your classes, I presume?” You motioned to the stacks of papers littered across the desk like fallen leaves.
“Ah yes,” he laughed softly and allowed his tight shoulders to sag with relaxation. “It seems that half of my students found an issue in even staying awake for this exam. Little do they know that I'm the one staying up late to grade them. Would you like to take a seat and keep me company for a while?”
“Oh I wouldn’t want to intrude-”
“Ms. (y/n) if I found you intruding I would not have asked in the first place, hm?” his eyebrow and lips raised slightly in amusement.
“Hahaha! I guess you’re right…”
As you sat down on the seat in front of him, you took a quick once over of his frame. Slight dark circles were beginning to form underneath his eyes and some strands of his salt and pepper hair strayed from the usual pristine presentation of his regular hairstyle. Even his clothes, which were once ironed to perfection, were wrinkled. You were not used to seeing him, although little in detail, so relaxed and not-perfect than he normally was and needless to say, his new look was beginning to leave a warm feeling in your stomach and a twinge in your pussy that left you twiddling your fingers like some school girl.
Gosh, why is this man taking such a hold on you? You both are co-workers and it is extremely unprofessional to be feeling some type of way for this man. And hey, even worse, he’s a bad guy! Nothing can deny that fact… although the way you wish his green eyes raked over yours in lust as he bent in between your legs with a lack of clothing, eyes darkened with lust as he trailed his large hands over your thighs and allowed his tongue to slither its way into your-
“Persephone? Are you quite alright? You are sweating quite a bit.”
His concerned voice snapped you out of your lewd thoughts as you also noticed that sweat began to trickle down your temple. With the stress of not wanting to get caught with your plan and your lust regarding your co-worker, it was beginning to be a bit too much for your body to handle.
“Are you feeling ill, persephone? Because if so, I could escort you back home, since it could be quite dangerous to drive when you are under the weather like this.”
Wait what? No! You haven’t even tried to get the stupid key! As he began to rise slightly from his seat, you began to try to search for a coherent excuse to stay in the room and go about your plan in your scrambled- up brain.
Think, think, just think of something! This could be your one chance to help the trollhunters stop Strickler and Bular! You just need to-
“I know your secret, Strickler!”
Silence ran across the room.
“Um, pardon, Ms. (y/n)?
“I-I said I know what you’re hiding! It’s as clear as day!” Fuck, fuck, fuck! What are you saying?!? You wanted to stop, but your stupid mouth did not halt the onset of words flowing out to the world to hear.
“Well, I can assure you I do not know what you are talking about,” although he seemed as calm as ever, you can see a shift in his eyes that darted quickly to his fountain pen and a change in his posture, becoming more rigid and on stand/on guard.
“I-I- You can’t lie to me, Strickler. We’ve constantly been hanging out together for months and..and…” You were slipping up and slipping up fast.
He forced out a quick bout of forced laughter before looking into your eyes.
“Whatever you think you know, Persephone, I assure you it is not true.” You froze as you saw his hands drift towards the edge of his desk to grasp the hidden key. “If you do not mind, I have many papers to grade and will be more than happy to escort you to your car.”
You watched as he grabbed this pen and mentally panicked. What the hell are you gonna say to get out of this situation, huh? As per usual/the routine, you decided to go based on luck and your stupid brain and not think about what you are going to say before speaking.
“I know the way you look at me, Mr. Strickler.” You encase your hand across his hand that reaches for the pen.
Before he could interject with a shocked stare, you resumed speaking with whatever confidence possessed you at that moment.
“Whenever we have our usual chats in your office, I’ve noticed the way your eyes raked over my cleavage before flicking back up to greet me with that usual kind tone of yours. I’ve noticed the way your eyes drift for a little too long when I picked up a chest piece that fell down when we were playing. Hell, I even noticed when your breath almost seems to stop when we get a little too close than normal.” You tightened your hand on his own and looked right into his eyes through fluttering lashes and parted lips.
“I’ve known that you’ve felt this way for me and didn’t say anything in fear of making you feel uncomfortable, but seeing you like this… all disheveled makes me want to confess that I also feel the same way too” (God what were you saying?!?)
“You know how you always call me Persephone, Mr. Strickler? Well, it got me thinking and I believe you see yourself to be Hades, the god of death and the underworld who fell in love with the kind Persephone. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he could not get her out of his mind. Her beauty and grace left him with many sleepless nights with his longing for her touch and love growing stronger and stronger.” You rose from your seat and slightly onto the table, growing closer and closer until you felt the warmth of his body heat and minty breath run across your lips, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine.
“That longing grew so much, in fact, that he could not wait a minute longer and whisked away on his chariot to finally claim what was rightfully his all along.”
You leaned even closer until you could feel the slightest brush of your lips grazing his, your half-lidded eyes meeting him.
“Are you going to whisk me away too, Mr. Hades?”
As if you were exorcized, you grew nervous as you searched his face, which was looking straight into your soul with an expression you could not quite wrap your head around. Ah fuck, you really messed up didn’t you? This was going to be awkward when you have to see him tomorrow and act like you didn’t try to get into his pants.
“I’m… I’m very sorry, Mr. Strickler, I don’t know what came over m-”
That's all you could say before your words muffled into a slight squeak as you felt both his hands move behind your neck and pull you into a deep kiss.
Your eyes widened in shock before slowing closing as you grew more relaxed into the kiss, allowing your shoulders to sag and your hands to cup his angular jawline.
As your lips moved in tandem, he coaxed your mouth to open, which was automatically met with no resistance, letting it fall open slightly as his tongue slithered in and allowed your tongues to explore one another. Your confidence began to grow further the makeout session progressed and broke your embrace and caught his lower lip in between your teeth in a playful manner, which caused him to let out a groan that rumbled from the depths of his chest.
Fuck you’ve never seen him like this. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a whine that warbled from your throat as a result of his own pleasure causing yours.
You both broke apart fully and took in his expression.
His eyes, once a bright green, seemed to almost darken with lust, yet glow with excitement and restrained lust. Both of your breaths puffed out shakily and irregularly as he tried to regain some oxygen back in your lungs after such a passionate act. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you looked down to see a tent forming in his brown slacks.
You yelped as he yanked you from your place on his desk and onto his lap, letting your legs dangle from the chair as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“hah… You…You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, Persephone,” His accent seemed to thicken as his hands drifted to your waist and pulled you closer to him, allowing you to feel his clothed cock right in between your legs, which throbbed in pleasure.
“Trust me- fuck- you don’t know how happy I am to hear that Mr. Strickler-”
“Walt.” He broke from his journey of kissing and sucking along your neck and collar bone to speak in a hushed whisper. “I believe that we know each other well enough to do away with such formalities. Especially now that we are getting to know each other a bit more, hm?”
Oh god. His voice was making your head feel like it was clogged with cotton and you couldn’t help but grind the wet spot in your panties against his shaft, causing the both of you to moan softly”
“Yes,” you chuckled breathily and leaned into his face. “I guess you’re right, Walt”
With a sudden weight shift and grunt, Walt picked you up, holding your ass with one hand as the other one swept across his desk, causing papers and materials to fly across the floor.
You bit your lip as he held you. Fuck, he must be using his changeling strength, which you couldn’t deny, was undeniably sexy as hell. But hey, you always had a thing for monsters.
Once he cleared the way, he sat you down right on top of his desk and leaned in.
“If you would allow it, I would be happy to get you out of your clothes, persephone. They are in the way of what’s rightfully mine.”
With the breath knocked out of you, all you could do was nod as he began to help you out of your clothes, leaving you as naked as the day you were born.
Before you could say or do anything else, you whimpered as you saw him kneel down onto the floor and begin to traverse your body with soft kisses, which was leading him to your drooling core.
His lips traveled down your face, to your breasts, to your stomach, and finally down to where you wanted him all along. His soft kisses began to turn into something more primal, tongue being replaced by his teeth as he began to bite and leave hickeys all around your inner thighs, leaving you wetter than you thought was humanly possible. You think this HAS been the wettest you have been in your life, to be honest.
“Walt,” You whined in discomfort as the heat between your legs was becoming too much to bear. “Just-Just- start already!”
Your thrusting hips were shoved down with his arms as he laughed darkly, eyes seeming to glow with mirth (For a second it seemed like they were actually glowing).
“Ah ah ah not so fast, persephone. I know that you have been waiting quite a long time for this, but we can’t let the heat of passion (?) get to us too quick., correct? (?)”
“Besides,” he said with a huffed breath as he moved to your thigh to leave one final mark
“You haven’t even begged me for it.”
That was all it took for him to say to break the dam.
“Puh-Please, Walt? Please!” You keened as you arched your back obscenely. You could feel the back of your eyes growing hot as tears of frustration threatened to leave tracks down your face. “I’ve waited too long for this! I-I’ve had so many nights where I couldn’t even go back to sleep because of the dreams I had of you. I can’t even count how many times I’ve cum with your name falling out of my lips while thinking of what you could do to me. I’ve waited long enough, so please! I’ll do anything just-” You moaned an octave higher as he finally felt his soft lips wrap around your clit.
“Oh-hah– fuck!” He moaned in amusement which left your legs shaking with the vibrations coursing down your lower body. With his arms still trapping you thighs down to the desk, you could only lay helplessly as he moved from lathering and fucking his tongue in and around your hole and going back to suckling on your clit like it was the finest ambrosia he had ever tasted.
“Uhng..Stop! If you keep doing that… I’m-I’m gonna c-cum in your mouth! I’m already so close please-” You could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening as it seemed like he began to double his suckling even harder, but not before breaking apart to say one thing:
“Mmm… It’s ok just let it allll out. Fuck, I want to see you fall apart from just my tongue before I truly fuck you.”
That’s all it took for you to shout as you could feel yourself begin to cum. Your pelvic muscle seems throbbed as you rode out your orgasm and it was like your body was moving on its own, writhing in his hold and shaking as your vision whited out. Fuck you’ve never cum this hard in your life before. As your vision came back, you wondered who was making that awfully embarrassing keening sound, until you realized it was you. Although your orgasm seems to subside, it seemed like he did not get the memo. He moaned into your core and began to tongue fuck your opening and taste your cum, arms tightening even harder as you whined and tried to move away from the sudden onslaught of overstimulation. Fuck, you were gonna have a bunch of bruises the next day.
With one final lick, he loosened his hold on you and drifted from the inside on your legs, leaving you both heaving and gasping for breath.
He slowly planted kisses up your body until they slowly met yours in a messy kiss. You let out a muffled moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue, licking into his mouth until you were satisfied enough to pull away.
“Oh my dear Persephone, I’m not done with you yet. You better hold on tight, because I am not letting you go until morning comes.”