I don't mind to be rude and I'm sorry if it comes that way so feel free to ignore this question, but what kind of ending you had in mind for the professor!76 series? I absolutely love it and I'm curious what you originally planned for Reader and Prof!
you’re not being rude at all! honestly i thought it would be a nice parting gift from me to everyone here if i could have finished that series up by the time i actually graduate but i just. don’t see that happening lol
basically the whole “plot twist” i had in mind for the end was that hana was in on it with jack and was even more yandere for reader than he was. there was going to be a prequel-esque chapter from hana’s perspective where she’s a lot less stable and glittering than the reader believes, jack laments how unhappy she is and she tells him the only thing that would make her happy was if their family was complete, and then the moment they both set eyes on reader and come to the same conclusion that she would be the perfect addition to the family
Would Hana be a part of their relationship or would the reader simply be the mom of the relationship? Weird question haha
not a weird question at all! i think what i had in mind was just for hana to start seeing reader as her “mom”/best friend but she’s completely uninvolved in jack’s sexual relationship with reader
1You don't check you phone until the night, having spent the morning and part of the afternoon puking the rum left in your stomach. The lock screen opens to a video and, God, you immediately know. The nausea comes again after you hit play, but is the humiliation and rage that makes you dizzy. You run for the toilet. The phone falls, video playing in the back-those disgusting, wet noises making you whimper. You stay with your head against the sit until you realise you are feeling something else.
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I think what gets me is the thought of Reader hearing her own voice on the recording, all the stupid giggles and the way she’s desperately begging him for more. How she apologizes for pissing all over his hand and the car seat. She sounds so willing and into him that it makes her sick.
She considers deleting the footage right away, but something stops her. At first she thinks it’s the idea that she can use it against him if ever she worked up the nerve to try and tell someone. But the video is mostly focused on her and her own shame; Dr. Morrison wasn’t daft enough to let the camera capture his face. She keeps watching the video, watches herself come on his hand and his cock multiple times until she realizes why she wants to keep it. Reader can’t deny that there’s something sexy about watching herself really let loose like this and that’s when she realizes how deeply Dr. Morrison’s depravity has affected her.
You mentioned the college student reader had a job to pay for school. Would professor jack ever show up?
sorry to keep you waiting so long for something so boring 😪 i needed to build the story a bit more lol
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While your school life was eventful, to say the least, your part-time jobs always remained the same. You had to hold down two jobs in order to make enough money to support yourself, and between the two, you vastly preferred your day job at a restaurant some ways away from your apartment. It was in a nice area, so you were paid a little more than minimum wage and the patrons tended to leave generous tips.
Sometimes it was difficult just to pull yourself out of bed most days when you thought about how little control you actually had in your life, but your desire to go out and do something productive with yourself was always stronger. Mingling with your co-workers, socializing with nice customers and dealing with the bad ones, it all felt rewarding at the end of the day. Beyond the obvious need for money, what kept you clocking in was the feeling of being of some use to others, even in the smallest of ways.
The lull between lunch and dinner saw very few customers, so the hostess thought to take a quick break. You were wiping down tables and noticed the stand unattended when the front door jingled open, so you quickly leapt up to greet the customers who walked in. Upon seeing none other than Hana, you started to smile, but you froze dead in your tracks when you saw who followed immediately after her.
Dr. Morrison wore a soft, cordial smile in the face of your distress, allowing his daughter to do the talking. Hana didn’t seem to notice the significant drop in your mood as she grinned and greeted you, “Surprised to see me? I always did want to give this place a try and I wanted to see if you were working today!”
You had to physically tear your eyes away from the older man behind your friend in order to give her proper attention. A forced smile tugged on your lips as you replied, “I-I’m a little surprised, yeah. Follow me, please.”
You picked up two menus and started leading them to a booth, conscious of every step you took on the way. Knowing that Dr. Morrison’s eyes were on you in any context sent a wave of tremors through your bones, and you hoped to god that Hana didn’t notice. You had yet to say anything to her about her father’s behavior, and you intended to keep her in the dark about it. It wasn’t her fault that he was like this; the truth would crush her, and you felt like you had to protect her from it.
Dr. Morrison’s knuckles brushed against yours as he slid past you and into his seat, causing you to jump just the tiniest bit. You cleared your throat to get yourself back into sorts and handed off their menus to them, asking quietly if you could start them off with anything to drink.
Hana looked you up and down before abruptly turning to her father, frowning. “Dad, I told you you shouldn’t have come here with me. You’re freaking her out.”
He let out a good-natured laugh, and you were astounded by the fact that he could put on such a genuine and decent face. You were too used to that awful sneer he always wore whenever he had you in his office and at his mercy. Rather than chime in, you stared at your blank notepad like it was the most interesting thing in the world as he spoke. “Is it so bad to treat my daughter to lunch?”
At that, she visibly perked up and began eagerly leafing through the menu. “Your treat, huh? I’ll make the most of it then.”
For the most part, you were tuned out of their conversation, as you were too busy trying to figure out why exactly they decided to dine here, of all places. Maybe Hana truly did want to give this restaurant a try, and she’d unknowingly brought your tormentor right to you. Or maybe Dr. Morrison had already known that you worked here. You wouldn’t put it past him to find out where you worked, and the thought that he might know any number of things about you chilled your blood. It reminded you that his grip on you extended beyond the confines of the school.
You were brought back to the present by Hana’s chipper voice calling your name. “What would you recommend as a starter?”
You cleared your throat and tried to regain your composure, and it was easy enough if you looked only at your friend while completely ignoring her father’s presence. “Um, the arugula with fresh fruit is a favorite, especially now that strawberries are in season–” you informed her before catching yourself and shaking your head. “Wait. You’re allergic to strawberries. Right. My bad.”
Hana looked up at you with a bright grin, and for a moment, you felt assured. “You know me too well.”
Your responding smile was genuine, at least until Dr. Morrison joined the conversation. He cocked his head like he was curious, but you knew the sinister nature beneath that feigned look of concern. “Are you all right? You seem… out of it.”
It took you a moment to work up the nerve to look at him, and when you did, you felt like you were about ten inches tall. The tension in the air was palpable for just you as you quietly answered, “I’m fine, sir. It’s, ah… been a long day.”
The corner of his lips quirked up in a crooked, slimy smile that made you sick. “We’d better not work you too hard then.”
He practically had you trembling, but Hana was there to unwittingly defuse the situation by reaching across the table and lightly slapping her father’s arm. “Oh, leave her alone, Dad. Like you know how hard it is to work in food services.”
You were able to hold it together just long enough to receive their orders, which you passed along to the chef. Finally, you had a moment alone, at which point you excused yourself to the restroom to have a brief breakdown in solitude.
In a lonely stall, you crouched down into a squat and held your head in your hands. As horrifying as it was to see Dr. Morrison at your workplace, you couldn’t afford to go back out there without wearing your best face. Not in front of your boss, or your co-workers – especially not in front of Hana. The truth would break her heart, and you wanted no part in that.
In time, you managed to put yourself back together and headed out to the kitchen. Their appetizers were ready, so you picked them up along with their drinks and returned to their table with the best neutral expression you could manage. You nearly made it back to the kitchen scot-free when Hana called for your attention, and then you were forced to stay behind for a little while longer. She looked around. “It’s pretty dead around this time, huh?”
You followed her gaze as it swept over all the empty tables and you shrugged. “Yeah, it starts to get busier in a few hours.”
“So it’s okay for me to monopolize your time for a bit, right?” she remarked with a grin, clearly innocent in her request but unknowingly putting you through more discomfort than you were currently equipped for. “We never get to hang out anymore. I had to track you down at your job just to get to see you.”
You laughed half-heartedly and fidgeted with the hem of your apron. “Well, you know me. Always busy.”
“Still, it’s good to make time for your friends,” Dr. Morrison spoke up, causing you to stiffen and immediately drop your arms back at your sides, like two useless weights. If he noticed his effect on you, his expression didn’t give anything away. “You’re both still young. Enjoy it while you can.”
You weren’t sure how to respond to that, but thankfully, Hana filled the silence for you. She made a face at her father and commented, “It’s because you talk like that that you seem hundreds of years older than you really are. That’s why no one wants to date you.”
His laugh at his daughter’s playfully scathing remark seemed to be genuine, and you figured it would have been acceptable for you to laugh along with them if you weren’t so inside your own head at the moment. He shook his head and replied, “I’m too old to be going out and dating. That sort of thing is best left to the young, and I missed my chance.”
Hana rested her chin in her palm while idly poking at her food before looking up at you and offering context. “Dad went straight into the military once he turned 18. How long did you serve, Dad?”
“20 years,” he said, pausing only to take a sip of his water. You were still uncomfortable around him, but Hana’s presence helped you see him in a different light. Without her, he was just a monster who was responsible for a tremendous amount of stress in your life, but now you could see him as just a person. This change in perspective helped you keep quiet and listen as he explained, “Right after dedicating my life to my country, I dedicated it to my education. They both took up so much of my time that I never really had the chance to socialize or meet anyone.”
You shifted your weight onto the other leg, taking in his words. “Sounds lonely.”
Dr. Morrison looked up at you, perhaps surprised to hear you chime in, but his eyes were off of you just as fast. Instead, he turned his attention to Hana, who responded with a sweet smile. “It was. Life just isn’t fulfilling without family, so I adopted Hana. It was the best decision I ever made.”
Her smile somehow managed to grow even wider as she reached across the table to gently place her hand on top of his. You instantly looked away, like you were witnessing something you didn’t deserve to see. Your own family situation was nowhere near as loving, so it was a bit foreign to be privy to this sort of affection. “It’s still lonely sometimes,” she remarked, a touch of sadness in her voice. “But it makes you value each other that much more when you’re all the other has. There’s no one else I’d rather have beside me than dear old Dad.”
You were more or less numb to her sentiments, but you did your best to try to understand. Then, the shrill sound of a bell being tapped repeatedly from the kitchen grabbed your attention. Straightening up, you informed them that you would be back with their entrees in just a moment.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit distraught after hearing Hana’s side of things. As much as you loathed Dr. Morrison for how he treated you, you were forced to remember that he was somebody’s father, and that he wasn’t such a source of evil in other people’s lives. The idea that you hated someone who meant so much to Hana made your chest feel tight. On one hand, you knew your feelings were justified, but on the other, you felt like you needed to try even harder to hide your discomfort from Hana. You couldn’t let her ideal image of her father be ruined.
The rest of their stay at the restaurant went mostly without incident, as you dropped off their food and explained that you really couldn’t stick around to chat for much longer. Dinner rush was just about to begin, so you tried to avoid their table for as long as you could by tending to the other customers. Only when they finished their meal and requested the bill did you have to return to them.
You were coming back from the register with Dr. Morrison’s card and his receipt when you noticed Hana was missing. She’d probably gone to the restroom, unfortunately leaving you to interact with her father on your own. You swallowed hard and steeled your nerves as you approached, hoping to drop off his things without having to linger. Of course, it could never be that easy, as he reached out and snatched your wrist before you could get away.
You pursed your lips to hide the gasp that threatened to surface, and you glared past his silver-rimmed glasses into his cold, impassive eyes. The mock concern in his tone didn’t reach his gaze. “Poor thing, running yourself ragged in a place like this just to get by.”
With a scowl, you easily snatched your hand back from him. “I was doing just fine before you showed up.”
He leaned back, clearly unaffected by your hostility. “I could make your life so much easier if you would only let me. If you’d only stop refusing me, I could take care of you.”
His words both unnerved you and made you sick. Did he thinking he was doing you a service with the way he was treating you, and that you were in the wrong for resisting him? Instead of asking for clarification, you spat, “You almost had me fooled with that sob story. You almost got me to see you as a man instead of a monster.”
“I think you’re in dire need of a new perspective,” he remarked. His eyes on you were so intense that you lost your nerve and looked the other way. “Maybe I’m not as bad as you think I am.”
Before you could even think to offer another scathing reply, you noticed Hana returning to the table and immediately backed off. You cleared your throat and turned to her with a pleasant smile, trying to shake off your nerves. “Thanks for dropping by. I swear, I’ll try to make time to hang out soon.”
“It’s a promise,” she grinned, gathering her things so she could head out. Dr. Morrison almost followed her, but he just had to stop to get the last word with you.
“I left you a tip,” he murmured, far too close for your comfort. When you tried to back up, he grabbed your wrist and held you in place. “Consider it a taste of just how kind I can be. If I feel like you need more, I know exactly where to find you.”
You only seemed to be able to pull your hand back from him because he decided to let you go. After ensuring that you were sufficiently unnerved, he left you with a chilling smile and a slight nod. You watched him leave, like you couldn’t even think to move until you made sure that he was gone and off the premises. Finally, you cleared your throat and began wiping down the table, at first merely glancing at the bills folded neatly beneath the salt shaker.
Then your eyes blew wide open once you got a closer look. That was unmistakably a $100 bill sitting atop the pile, and you reached for it with trembling hands to examine just how much money he’d left you. It was a $500 tip overall.
You were hit with a number of warring emotions as you leafed through each crisp bill. You thought about how easy it must have been for him to make a profit like this, something you would normally have to slave over. That he had the nerve to flaunt his lifestyle by leaving you such an outrageous tip made you furious, but that anger was extinguished by the idea of how much easier things would be for a while. Grocery expenses would be taken care of for at least a couple of weeks, and you could probably turn down overtime shifts both here and at your other job. You suddenly had more free time to look forward to.
Swallowing your pride, you slipped the bills into your pocket and resumed wiping down the table. You hated that man, but you couldn’t just overlook the fact that his actions, regardless of the intent behind them, would only make your life easier. You couldn’t, in good faith, accept that much money without showing real graciousness to the person who gave it to you, even if he did make your life a living hell.
Okay so imagine if in your prof jack au ; reader has tried to switch which college she is attending due to convenience or maybe she says that there are classes she wants to attend that they don't have there and then Jack finds out because one of her teachers low-key snitches by talking about being concerned for her. But the transfer hasn't gone through yet and he is pretty pissed about it? Sorry for the long ask but like I wanted to share lmao
i almost made this too soft 🤔
this is a story chapter btw (with some artistic liberties, ofc lmfao)
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You sat in front of your laptop, mindlessly refreshing the page that displayed your current grades for the semester. Your orgo grade stood glaringly at the top, having risen from bottom tier ever since you started meeting privately with Dr. Morrison. Normally, the sight of an A in the class you’d been struggling with the most would have thrilled you, but you knew you didn’t earn it by your own merit. You knew what it actually took to get you there, and thinking about it made you sick.
Once you finally tired of the repetitive motion of clicking, you slumped back in your chair to reflect on the direction your life had abruptly taken as of late. You were aiming for pre-med when you first started attending classes here, but you were discouraged by your remarkably low grades, along with all the other factors that simply prevented you from being able to do better. So when Dr. Morrison initially showed compassion and sympathy for your situation, you thought you’d finally be able to turn things around for the better. But it could never be that easy.
The light at the end of the tunnel, your goal of eventually becoming a nurse and helping people who were suffering, had already begun dimming significantly, but the hopelessness of your situation extinguished it even faster. What was the point in studying if the people who were supposed to guide you only wanted you around for sick and twisted things? How could you eventually make a living off the filthy grades you managed to acquire in exchange for your body?
It was only when some distant voice deep in the back of your mind whispered the words ‘drop out’ that you quickly shook the thoughts out of your head, and jumped back up in front of your laptop even faster.
You didn’t want to become a college dropout. You expected too much of yourself, and you didn’t want one sinister man to change the entire trajectory of your life. Doing so would just confirm for him the amount of control he had over you, and you wanted more than anything else to prove to him that you were your own person.
You looked up your university’s transfer policies, along with other universities you could easily commute to. All things considered, your only option was the local community college, but you felt anything that got you away from Dr. Morrison would be a godsend.
Your eyes strayed from the information in front of you long enough for you to notice the time and realize you were due for yet another ‘appointment’ with Dr. Morrison. You scowled before deciding quite soundly that you simply wouldn’t go. A plan was hatching in your mind, and you’d be damned to let him get in the way of it.
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The transfer center was efficient and accommodating when you went in to ask about their procedure. While you wanted to sort everything out as soon as possible, you only had so much time to sit and talk before you had to head to your next class. So the woman there sent you off with a transfer sheet to be filled out for the records, and you promised you’d come right back as soon as you had the chance.
You were still looking over the form and scanning its details as you headed to your English class. Because you were more focused on reading and relying only on cursory upward glances to ensure you were going in the right direction, you couldn’t react in time to avoid the pair of strong arms that grabbed you and pulled you into a small, empty classroom. The door was shut and locked before you could process what had happened, and you suddenly found your hands empty of the one thing that would grant you freedom.
Dr. Morrison looked at the transfer form he snatched from you with a growing scowl before crumpling it up in a single fist. “I was wondering why you missed our appointment, but it seems you’ve got plans to go somewhere.”
He’d tossed it blindly over his shoulder, and you had more dignity than to scramble after it. Glaring up at him, you coolly said, “You can’t keep me here. I’m not just property that you can fuck and humiliate whenever you feel like it.”
His cold gaze narrowed as he closed the already slim distance between you and him, backing you into the wall and caging you between his arms. You willed yourself not to be intimidated, but his physique was truly something to marvel every time you were faced with it. “Stop being selfish. There’s more going on than you could possibly realize.”
You growled and gripped his wrists in an attempt to shake him, but he was unmoved. So you let your words fight where your body couldn’t. “You found me suffering from tough circumstances and you took advantage of that, you sick pervert. What else is there?”
“It’s too soon to tell you,” he murmured, and you frowned at his cryptic answer. Abruptly, he shook your hands off of him and you found yourself with your wrists restrained instead. “But at the same time, you’ll never find out if I let you leave me now.”
Because you couldn’t back up any further, you tried to sidestep him. In an effort to get around him, you just made it that much easier for him to pin your back against a nearby table. You fell uncomfortably on your heavy backpack, but he easily rid you of it along with your shirt and bra. When he tried to slip your pants off your legs as well, you started kicking at him. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Dr. Morrison stunned you with a sharp slap to the face, immediately followed by his fingers wrapping around your neck. Now that you were too preoccupied with trying to get him off of you so you could breathe, his free hand could go about undressing you without hindrance. Your legs kicked uselessly on either side of him as he found a comfortable position between them. “Until you decide to behave, you don’t get a say in what I choose to do to you. You need to be reminded that your place is next to us, always.”
With ease, he managed to rip your thin cotton panties right from your body, pulling an indignant sound from your throat. The sight of him unbuckling his belt before you was nothing new, but that didn’t make it any less upsetting every time it happened. Letting your head fall back in defeat, you weakly croaked out, “Please, I have to go to class…”
Predictably, he ignored you in favor of stroking your lower lips and clit with his hot length, making you involuntarily shiver. You weren’t completely wet yet, but that didn’t stop him from pushing in past the resistance of your tight walls until your body took him in as deep as it could. His persistent thrusts into your unprepared heat made you bite your lip to maintain the dignity of not squealing out in pain. He stared at your pitiful expression before leaning down to try to capture your lips in a kiss. “I don’t think you realize how much pull I have in this place,” he mumbled between kisses you continually tried to deny. “One word from me and the transfer department could conveniently lose all your paperwork. You could keep trying to meet someone or have it go through, but you’ll just find yourself at a stand still each time.”
His remark turned your blood to ice. You knew Dr. Morrison himself was a corrupt man but for that poison to reach as far as other departments was a rude awakening. The implication that the entire university could be manipulated just so he could keep you here was shocking for a number of reasons, with the most notable one being that he would go that far at all. Weakly gripping his wrist, you pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry… I’ll be good…”
The hand that wasn’t clenching your throat came up to pet your cheek affectionately. Judging by his ragged breaths, you could tell he was close. “What are you going to do to be a good girl?”
“I won’t leave… I’ll stay here,” you choked, feeling tears brim at the corners of your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Your voice was pathetically small, as you’d lost all your ferocity when the illusion of your wonderful university was shattered to pieces. That expression of absolute powerlessness on your face must have been enough to bring Dr. Morrison over the edge, as he finished with a harsh thrust and a groan that made you shut your eyes and turn away. He didn’t pull out immediately, instead adding insult to injury by holding you close, affectionately, like a lover would. As he kissed your tears away he murmured, “I’m glad you’re starting to see things my way.”
He lingered, as if waiting for a response from you, but he would be disappointed. You did little more than tremble and sigh as his breath tickled your skin, only letting your own breaths escape when he finally parted from you. Once he stepped out of the room, you got dressed and gathered your things, leaving your crumpled transfer form behind.
What would happen IF S/O from the prof!76 AU did tell someone about what happened to them? They have concrete evidence about the abuse and go to the police/ the dean of the school?
I like to think that by this point in the series, Dr. Morrison has more than established how deep this twisted relationship goes. It isn’t about academia anymore; it’s something deeper than Reader could possibly imagine. He’s already proven that he can access her work any time he pleases, so how long until he shows up at her home? She already feels so helpless to his will that she thinks the most painless way to get through this is to just play his game.
I have a feeling that prof76 would make reader use a remote vibe durring one of his lectures he has the remote control on his podium right next to the controller for the projector. All of a sudden during a brief silence in the middle of his very-important-this-stuffs-on-the-final lecture someones "cell phone" starts vibrating. Everyones glancing around trying to figure out who would be so rude during such an important lecture but the professer knows exactly... 1/? -9v
2/? The phone seemed to buzz when ever there was any amount of pause in the lecture (most likely just the setting getting turned up enough to be heard in the large silent room). Tired of the inconsiderate actions of the reader prof76 calls them to meet him in his office after the lecture (which still had a few hours left.) Then with all eyes on her he asks her with a very cheeky smirk for her to turn off her phone. -9v
3/? To any of her classmates professor Morrison would just be happy calling out someone for being so rude, but reader knows exactly whats happening. She pulled her phone out of her bag (which was already turned off) proceeded to pretend to turn the device off and sink embarrassed into her chair. For some reason though the buzzing is still audible even after your phone was turned off… Hm how about that?
4/4… What other punishments do you think that prof76 would enact on reader? I also another idea that i had was what if a classmate (maybe Mccree or Genji) tries to catch readers eye and he noticed maybe eveb before she did? Mutual or not how would profDaddy react? Im probably an idiot who didnt post all of these on anon sorry
I did entertain the idea of toys in public in this piece, though it’s a bit different from what you’ve described!
In this scenario, the vibe and the reader’s humiliation are more of the focus, and I’m a fan of it. Jack, too, gets a kick out of making sure you’re seated front and center in the lecture hall while his hand hovers over the control of the vibe. Sometimes, he makes sure you’re watching just so he can drink in your fear as he motions to go for it, and then he abruptly turns the other way to carry on with the lecture. Your dread is a bigger rush to him than actually seeing you get off in such a public space, surrounded by your peers.
Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s going to keep you in suspense forever. He’ll turn it up when you think you’re safe, or when you think he wouldn’t possibly do it, like when it’s quiet enough that you can hear a pin drop. Since you’re sitting right in front, he calls on you to turn off your phone and meet him in his office after class. On top of the humiliation you’re feeling from being played with, you now also have to deal with the shame of being called out in front of your classmates. You can’t tell if you’d rather stick it out in the presence of others, or be alone with Jack in his office, where he can act with less hindrance.
I did get a few requests to see McCree in this au, so hopefully you’ll see that soon! As for other punishments, I had this one idea a while back that involved... an abnormal insertion.......... but it seemed a bit much so I scrapped it. Unless you guys wanna see it then I might consider picking it up again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
