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stephstars08 · 8 months

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Dream

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, Sexual References, Flirting, Adult Language, Anxiety/Stress, Angst, Fluff, Teasing, Secrets, Reveling Clothing Worn/Mentioned, Make Out Session, Implied Smut, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Summary: Y/N is best friends with Ethan ever since they met six months ago. Out of everyone in the group Y/N is the closest to Ethan since they have so much in common. She's very comfortable around him till she wakes up one morning having a dream where she almost kisses Ethan. After having the dream she can't stop thinking about him and the dream and it doesn't help that Tara, Mindy, and Anika tell her that she has feelings for Ethan. Every time she is with Ethan she acts all nervous. She finally realizes her feelings after having two more dreams but she avoids Ethan which makes him very worry about her so when he runs into her at a frat party he finally confronts her about her recent behavior. Will Y/N tell him about her feelings and her dreams?

Word Count: 2.958

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! I just want to say thank you to all of the love and support you all showed on my last one shot! I am so thankful for you all! This has to be one of my favorite one shots I have like ever written since I kinda used inspiration to what was actually going on with me during the time I wrote this! I’m also going to see Jack’s new movie tonight and I’m so excited! Anyways I hope you all enjoy this one shot and I’ll talk to you all soon!

Y/N was at a party with her friends. She wasn’t having as much fun as her friends were since she hates coming to these types of events. She really wished that she was at her apartment wrapped up in her fluffy blanket watching a movie but no she let her friends drag her out of her own apartment to yet another house party that is just filled with drunk and horny people. Y/N doesn’t know why she keeps letting her friends drag her to these parties since she always ends up by herself in a corner somewhere. Tara always seems to wonder off by herself getting completely shit faced. Anika and Mindy flirt nonstop with each other which always makes Y/N feel like a third wheel. And then you got the boys Chad, and Ethan who mostly just stay together somewhere just drinking, dancing, and looking around to find a girl to flirt with and hook up with. Well Chad is trying to hook up with a girl. Ethan is similar to Y/N as he’s not a big party type of person because of his shy and dorky personality. Also, it doesn’t help that Chad always tries to push him onto some random girl.

Y/N couldn’t take the smell of all the alcohol and the loud music so, she decided to go outside to get a fresh breath of air. When she walked outside the packed house there were a couple of groups of people, but each group had only five people just standing around talking and drinking. Y/N walked pasted the two groups and saw there was no one on the side of the house so she sighed in relief as she stood on the side of the house by herself. She leaned her back against the side of the house and looked up into the clear night sky. She closed her eyes and took a deep and calming breath. She felt a hand land on her shoulder which startled her. When she opened her eyes, she relaxed when she saw that the person that touched her shoulder was Ethan. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ethan said, taking his hand off her shoulder. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean to do it.” Y/N said keeping her back still up against the house.

“Why are you out here?” Y/N asked him as she folded her arms over her chest. “I could be asking you the same thing.” Ethan said which made her playfully roll her eyes. “I asked you first.” Y/N told him. “I was looking for you.” Ethan answered her question. “Your turn.” Ethan said as he leaned his shoulder on the house putting his hands in the pocket of his jeans. “I needed to get away from the noise and the smell of beer. I fucking hate the smell of beer.” Y/N told him with a disgusted look on her face.

Silence fell between the two, but it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable silence.

“You know you shouldn’t be out here by yourself wearing that.” Ethan told her, breaking the silence. Y/N looked at him in confusion and then looked down at the outfit she was wearing. Y/N was wearing a crop top that showed some of her stomach, she had on a pair of short shorts that showed off her legs, and a pair of converse shoes. She didn’t think her outfit was too revealing. There are girls in that house that is just wearing a bra and shorts that don’t even cover their whole ass. “Why? You scared that some guy would come up to me and take me home?” Y/N asked humoring him as she stood up straight. “If I say yes, will you run away?” Ethan asked her as he used one of his hands to rub up and down her arm. “No.” Y/N answered as she moved closer to him which made him stand up straight again. She grabbed his hand and put it on her hip. They leaned in but before their lips could touch a loud ringing sound rang.

Y/N’s eyes shot open due to the ringing of her alarm clock. Y/N’s heart raced as she hit the snooze button to her alarm that just woke her up from the most intense dream she has ever had. “It was all just a dream.” Y/N whispered to herself. She just had the most realistic dream she had ever had, and it was about flirting and almost kissing one of her best friends. She has known Ethan for six months and they instantly connected since they have so much in common, but this is the first time she has had a dream like that about him and it was freaking her the fuck out.

Y/N broke out of her swirling thoughts when her phone started to ring. When Y/N looked at her phone she saw it was Tara calling her, so she picked her phone up from her nightstand and answered the call. “Hello.” Y/N said into her phone. “Hey, are you still meeting Mindy, Anika, and I at plaza on campus?” She heard Tara ask her. “Uh yeah, I’m getting dressed now.” Y/N said into the phone as she pushed her blankets off her body and rolled out of her comfy bed. “Okay, see you then!” She heard Tara tell her. After the girls said their goodbyes, the call ended.

Y/N put her phone down onto her bed and started to get ready. Hopefully spending time with her girls will keep her mind off the dream.

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When Y/N got on campus she went straight to the plaza where she saw Tara sitting at one of the tables, so she made her way towards her. “Hey, I got you your favorite smoothie.” Tara said, handing one of the cups to her. “Thanks.” Y/N said as she took the cup and took off her book bag setting it down onto the ground. Y/N sat down next to Tara and took a sip from her smoothie. “Are you okay?” Tara asked sensing that Y/N has something heavy on her mind. “I had a dream last night and I can’t get it out of my fucking head!” Y/N said with a heavy sigh as she sat her drink down onto the table. “What was the dream about?” Tara asked her in a curious tone.

At first Y/N was spectacle about telling her but she knew she couldn’t keep this to herself since she knew it wouldn’t help. “I had a dream where Ethan and I almost kissed.” Y/N said as Tara took a drink of her smoothie. Tara went into a coughing fit since Y/N took her by surprise. “What the fuck?” Tara said with wide eyes once she calmed down.

“Hey, what are you girls talking about?” Anika asked, walking up to the table with Mindy. “Y/N had a dream that she almost kissed Ethan.” Tara answered. “Ew, gross.” Mindy said with disgust which made Y/N roll her eyes. “I don’t know why I had that dream! It felt so real.” Y/N said with frustration in her tone. Tara shared a look with Mindy and Anika. “Are you being serious right now?” Mindy asked her with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, why?” Y/N said looking at Mindy with a confused stare. “Y/N you have like the biggest crush on Ethan.” Anika told her in a stern tone. “What? No, I don’t!” Y/N said now with a glare on her face. “You are such a fucking liar.” Tara said shaking her head. “Ethan is just my best friend!” Y/N said in a stern tone. “Keep telling yourself that.” Mindy said with a scoff. “Y/N, you literally look at him with heart eyes.” Anika said to her. “I do not!” Y/N said with frustration which just made the girls laugh at her. “You three are fucking ridiculous!” Y/N said standing up having enough of this conversation.

She grabbed her book bag and wrapped the straps around her shoulders. She grabbed her smoothie and turned to walk away but quickly hit the brakes since she almost ran into someone. “Sorry Y/N I almost ran you over.” Ethan said. When she looked into his brown eyes the dream she had flashed through her mind. Her heart rate sped up when the part of her lips leaning in to touch his flashed through her brain. “Y/N!” She heard Ethan call her name snapping her back to reality. “You, okay?” He asked her with concern in his voice and eyes. “Y-yeah I um…” Y/N stuttered not able to finish her sentence because of her nerves. “Are you sure? You don’t seem like it.” Ethan said still worried. He went to put one of his hands onto her shoulder, but she quickly stepped back from him. “I have to get to class!” Y/N told him and quickly walked away before he could say anything.

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It was later in the day and Y/N still hasn’t gotten the dream out of her head. It didn’t help that the girls were telling her that she has feelings for Ethan. Yes, she is the closest to him out of everyone in the group and yes, she spends most of her time with him but it’s just friendly, nothing romantic.

Y/N decided to go to the library on campus to do some studying hoping that will help her out. She sat down at a table by herself and pulled out one of her textbooks. After about an hour Y/N has been losing focus because she keeps daydreaming about Ethan. She’s been on the same page for almost thirty minutes. “Fuck this!” Y/N hissed slamming the book closed and shoving it back into her book bag. She stood up wrapping the straps around her shoulders and made her way out of the library. She doesn’t know what she can do to get Ethan out of her head.

“Hey Y/N!” She heard someone calling her name behind her. When she turned around, she saw Ethan jogging up to her. When her Y/E/C eyes met his brown ones, her heart rate sped up just like it did this morning. She wanted to run away but something was telling her to stay. “Ethan um what’s up?” Y/N said in a nervous tone which he quickly noticed. “Are you okay?” Ethan asked her, worrying about her again. “Yeah, w-why do y-you ask?” Y/N stuttered which made her curse at herself. “Because of the way you’ve been acting.” Ethan told her. “Why are you acting all nervous around me?” He asked her.

Y/N was debating on if she should tell him about her dream and that she can’t stop thinking about him or if she should keep it to herself. Ethan is the person she trusts the most and he has told her multiple times that she can tell him anything. But this time is totally different. What if she tells him about her dream and it ruins what she has with him. She doesn’t want to lose him.

“Y/N, you are really worrying me.” Ethan said, breaking her out of her thoughts for the second time that day. Before Y/N could say anything Ethan out his hand on her arm which made her think back the part of the dream where he did exactly that. “I need to go!” Y/N said quickly, taking his hand off her arm and ran away before he could say anything else.

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A couple days have passed, and Y/N can’t get Ethan out of her head. She had two more romantic dreams about him and one of them got pretty streamy. After the steamy dream that’s when she realized that the girls were right, she does have feelings for Ethan. Ever since their encounter outside the library Y/N has been avoiding him. Y/N’s feelings have been taking over and she’s scared that if she tells him he will end their friendship.

It was Friday night and of course Y/N let the girls drag her out to a frat party at one of the big frat houses. They knew that she had had a stressful week and knew that she deserved a night out. Y/N decided to wear something simple and not revealing at all. She was wearing a black tank top with a dark red flannel over it and black jeans with her black converse. Y/N was talking with Tara till she ran out of her drink, so she excused herself to the kitchen to get more. Y/N isn’t a hard drinker since she doesn’t like the taste or smell of beer so she usually just drinks anything fruity.

She sat her empty cup down on the counter in front of all the bottles. She saw that what she was drinking the bottle was completely empty. “Shit!” She hissed with a sigh. “Everything alright?” She heard an unknown voice say to her. When she looked over, she saw a tall guy with platinum blonde hair and had in blue contact lens in that were super obvious. She could also tell this guy must dye his hair blonde every single week. “There is no more of my favorite drink.” Y/N answered his question. “Anything here you suggest I try?” Y/N asked in a curious tone really needing to feel a buzz. “Oh yeah you gotta try this, it’s a party favorite.” The guy said picked up a bottle that read Sangria on it. He took her cup and poured her half a cup of the liquid. Y/N took the cup and took a drink of the liquid which burned her throat since this was her first-time having Sangria. “Wow, that’s strong.” Y/N said looking down at the rest of the liquid in the cup.

Right when she looked back up at him, he was leaning in to kiss her which made her quickly step back from him. “What the fuck are you doing?” Y/N asked him in a stern tone. “Going in to kiss a beautiful girl.” The guy answered by going in to kiss her again but again she stepped back from him. “I’m not going to kiss you! I don’t even fucking know you!” Y/N told him in a snappy tone as she glared at him. “Please! I am so fucking horny!” The guy said to her in a begging tone. “Oh, I see. You just want to get your dick wet.” Y/N said which made the guy nod his head multiple times. Y/N splashed the rest of the Sangria in her cup on the crouch of the guy’s pants. “There, now you got your dick wet.” Y/N snapped slamming the cup down onto the floor and walked away.

She walked outside of the house since she needed to get some fresh air and cool herself off. She walked onto the side of the house where there was no one. “Fuck!” Y/N hissed leaning her back on the house as she ran both of her hands down her face. Her stress-free night just got ruined by some horny asshole. “Y/N.” She heard a soft voice say her name. “Why are you out here Ethan?” Y/N asked taking her hands off her face. “I saw what happened in the kitchen.” Ethan said which made her roll her eyes. “I was about to go over there and help you but once I saw you splash your drink on him, I stayed back with Chad till I saw you walk out.” Ethan told her which just earned him a nod from her. She was avoiding all contact with him. She just kept staring forward.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Ethan asked, starting to finally having enough of her recent behavior. “What?” Y/N asked looking over at him. “Why have you been avoiding me?” Ethan asked her in a stern tone. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked which immediately broke her heart. It hurt her that he thinks he did something wrong which is no where near that. “Ethan no, you did nothing wrong.” Y/N told him with soft eyes as she stood up straight. “Then can you please tell me what’s been bothering you.” Ethan said to her with a sigh.

Y/N knew she couldn’t keep it in any longer, so she put both of her hands on both of his cheeks and brought him in for a kiss. The kiss took Ethan by surprise, but he returned it which made Y/N surprise. As they kissed Ethan’s hands sat on her waist while her hands stayed on his now flustered cheeks. They pulled away from each other when they needed air. “Okay I’m not complaining but why did you kiss me?” Ethan asked once he caught his breath. “Because I have feelings for you and that was my way of telling you.” Y/N told him as she moved her hands from his cheeks to his shoulders. “Really? Wow that makes me feel so relieved since I have had feelings for you for a couple months now.” Ethan told her, which made her laugh. “Yeah, it three dreams I had about you to make me realize that I have feelings for you that are more than friendly.” Y/N confessed finally letting it all out to him. “Oh, so you dream about me.” Ethan said as his lips curved into a smirk. “I guess you are the man of my dreams.” Y/N said with a giggle which also made Ethan laugh.

“Do you want to ditch this place and go to your apartment?” Ethan asked her in a curious tone. “Hell yeah!” Y/N answered him with an excited smile. Y/N texted Tara letting her know that she’s going back to her apartment with Ethan and then made her way home with him for a fun night.

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silaswritesthings · 6 months

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‘I am not in love with a criminal.’

Summary: Reader comes across an intriguing individual that captured their attention months prior.

Starring: Multi character x gender unspecified reader (the characters I had in mind as I write this are mainly Scaramouche and Childe from genshin impact, Dazai from bsd and unknown from mystic messenger but you can imagine whoever you wish to imagine)

Genre: romance, sfw, sharing an umbrella (that's not a genre but its valid!)

Warnings: A bit of cursing, implications of stalking, implications of murder, first person pov :)

Author’s note: It took me three days to write this and I hope it matches the effort I put into it. I was listening to goth and alt music as I wrote this so take that however you wish to take it. Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome!

Word count: 914

Part two is here

No. Just no.

He didn’t deserve a single drop of any affection from me, not a sliver of attention. He was not even worthy of the mud beneath my boots, but…

“Is there something on your mind?” His voice was accompanied by a flash of lightning. The dull sky rumbled as if the heavens were sending a warning. Bitterness gathered in my chest.

“I don’t want to talk about anything with you.” My words were almost drowned by the rain hitting the umbrella he held above our heads; we stood in the middle of the pavement, and pedestrians gave us odd and disapproving looks as they walked around us. The rain had just started but it had picked up quite a bit and I would have been drenched if it weren't for him.

His next words sounded almost hesitant. “You were more friendly when we first met.” My gaze remained fixed on my wet boots, his own facing mine, and I didn't miss the way he shifted on his feet, the umbrella shifting along with the action.

People like him, criminals, are well versed in lies and manipulation. Feigning distress wouldn't have been a hard task for him and I was aware of that. Despite knowing that, the bitterness in my chest lifted just a fraction.

“It’s been months, I can hardly remember your name.” My eyes remained lowered, watching water droplets slide down the leather of our boots.

“But you remember my face.”

“What?”

“You haven’t looked at me at all during our entire encounter yet you seem to know exactly who you are talking to you.” It was his observation not mine. Our first meeting, which happened over four months ago (not that I have kept count), remains as a vague memory in my mind. I would have voiced my thoughts but he was right. Why would anyone entertain a conversation with a stranger like this; with their eyes on the ground and heart in their throat as if they knew something that they shouldn’t.

I knew something that I shouldn’t. No- he revealed things to me that I shouldn’t have known. He’s a criminal.

My gaze lifted to his, regrettably, and my argument stopped at the back of my throat along with my breath. This was not the face of a killer but rather the face of someone that many would kill for.

His eyes lit up. “You’re looking at me.”

I narrowed my own. “You’re a criminal.”

“I’ve never been incarcerated for a moment in my life.”

“You killed people.”

“Without context, it sounds worse than it actually is.”

My right eye twitched. “Do you have an answer for everything?”

He leaned forward, his mouth curving into a light pleasant smile. “Why don’t you test that by asking me every question that comes to your mind? I’ll answer anything, everything even.”

I shifted my eyes from his, a simple look was all he needed to convince me to take his offer. “I have-" I cleared my throat, "plans.”

My eyes returned to him when he straightened himself with a sigh and took out his phone. He messed with his screen for a few seconds. When he showed me the screen, it was a copy of my schedule.

Fuck that.

I turned and walked away from him and forgot why I had even left my apartment half an hour ago. The rain was the least of my concerns because there was a lunatic who had a copy of my personal schedule on his phone. The rain was not the problem.

He spoke in a sing-song manner, “you’re in quite a rush for someone without any plans.”

Anger rose from the bottom of my chest and I turned to face him and yelled, “Fuck you!”

His mouth fell open before he burst into a fit of laughter. My blood boiled as I watched him clutch his abdomen as if he had heard the funniest joke in existence.

Now he was gasping for air.

Now more people were giving us more odd looks.

I marched to where he stood and whisper-yelled, "You're embarrassing me, stop it."

He beamed at me. “I’ll text you later since you have ‘plans’ today.” He handed me his umbrella and waved with the hand holding his phone, the screen and my damn schedule flashing at me, before he stepped backwards.

“Criminals have feelings too,” he said before he walked away with an energetic stride.

“Lunatic.” I cursed him. I was annoyed, wet and could feel the start of a headache from my now ruined day.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I paused by my door where there was a vase filled with flowers and herbs; lavenders, roses and rosemary were bunched together in a deliberate manner. I picked up the vase and read the little white card that was sticking out from the flowers. I then remembered why I left my apartment. It was to find flowers to decorate my apartment.

Do you know you smell like lavenders?

My face burned because of anger.

Right.

Anger.

I entered my home and placed the flowers on my kitchen counter with care, only because the vase looked fragile and I didn't want to clean up the mess of a broken vase.

By the time the sun had set that day, I was already facing another problem. Should I answer the text from the unknown number on my phone or call the police to spare my time and sanity?

#silaswritesthings #silas #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #childe #childe x reader #dazai x reader #unknown x mc #mystic messenger #bungou stray dogs #genshin impact x reader #Eater love unholyc #criminals basically #please don’t flop #jjk x reader

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 10 months

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Hiya~

I know I've sent you so many asks already (and feel free to tell me to stop if I'm annoying you. I'll understand) but I was thinking maybe a Melissa's reaction to reader bringing home a puppy without letting her know first. Maybe one of the Italian breeds like a Cane Corso.

i literally just wrote this quickly because i love dogs and couldn't resist so i hope you don't hate it - but also i love your requests sosososososo much!!

hoagie

melissa schemmenti x reader

this is just pure fluff | wc: 799 | masterlist

Melissa had been waiting for you to come home after your trip to the store; she’d sent you out to pick up a couple of ingredients for dinner. An hour ago. She was almost done with her second glass of wine and you’d still not come back.

She was beginning to get worried, only hoping that her wandering thoughts of something terrible having happened were way off the mark.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally heard the front door open and close, soon followed by you, bag in hand and a smile on your face.

“What took you so long?” she asked you, taking the bag from you to begin unpacking. “I was beginning to think you’d started another street brawl.”

“That was one time. And an accident. And hardly a ‘brawl’,” you argued with a huff whilst she just laughed. “My friend called me whilst I was out, she was nearby and I got distracted, I’m sorry.”

“Mm, and I see you bought my favourite coffee to get in my good books,” she muttered as she put it away.

“Has it worked?”

“Definitely, honey,” she answered, pressing a kiss to your lips. When she pulled away she eyed you inquisitively, eyebrow raised. She knows you too well not to notice something was up.

“What?” you laughed, shuffling where you stood.

“Which friend was it?”

“Angela.”

“The one with all those dogs?” she countered whilst you nodded and she began chopping vegetables.

“Don’t you think having a little puppy would be so perfect?”

“No,” she returned. “I love them but I don’t think I could handle two of you with the zoomies every night,” she added with a chuckle.

“I get that,” you agreed. “Want me to help?”

“Sure.” Her voice questioned your intentions and she was convinced there was some kind of ulterior motive. “You tryna butter me up or somethin’?”

“Can’t I help my girlfriend, just because?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “But don’t actually touch anything.”

“Y’know, her Cane Corso just had a couple puppies,” you muttered as you took a seat on the kitchen counter, mindlessly stroking her hair to try your hardest to appease her.

“Proper Italian dogs,” she mused.

“Here, I’ve got some photos,” you responded, shoving your phone in front of her face excitedly. “They’re a few months old and one of them nibbles on your fingers with his toothless mouth which was a little gross but I love him so it’s fine.” You were getting antsy, glancing towards the front door, and luckily Melissa was distracted enough to not notice.

“He sounds like you - is he gassy as well?” she teased, only receiving a little shove from you in return.

“Rude,” you pouted as you hopped down from your seat, heading back towards the front door. “I just remembered I forgot something in the car, don't miss me too much - also don’t forget how much you absolutely adore me, and how you can never be mad at me about anything ever.”

“God, what’d you do?” she sighed, turning off the stovetop, but you were already gone, muttering to yourself words she couldn’t clearly hear.

You were glad to see her facing away from you when you walked back inside and you were able to walk up behind her before she could chastise you right away. The dog in your arms sat comfortably with his head against your shoulder, soft fur against your cheek and his tail wagging slightly.

You cleared your throat to get her attention and her eyes widened, though she wasn’t overly surprised considering you're always causing a mischief she only pretends to find annoying.

“No. No, we cannot have a dog,” she spoke, keeping her eyes on your face to avoid his.

“Aw, but look at him,” you pouted, using his paw to wave at her. “Hi, mom, I woof you.”

“That was terrible,” she groaned, unable to hide her smile at your silly grin. You both looked so adorable, both of you sporting puppy dog eyes. “We can’t keep him. He hasn’t got a name so it’s not too late fo-”

“He has got a name,” you interrupted. “I named him Hoagie and I love him.”

She hated how she couldn’t resist the pair of you and how her own body betrayed her when she cupped his face between her hands, letting him chew on her thumb excitedly.

“You’re both gonna cause me a lotta trouble.”

“Yep,” you grinned largely, instantly grimacing at the sudden appearance of a certain smell you don’t care to sniff ever again.

“I knew he was gonna be gassy,” Melissa groaned, pinching her nose between her fingers as she grabbed the air freshener. It would soon be clear that the cotton fresh spray would have to make a regular appearance.

#melissa schemmenti x fem!reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary

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reimagine7 · 2 years

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Doing it the right way (Lindsey Horan x reader)

This is part two of the ‘Wedding invitation’ story. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly suggest you do.

Lindsey pov

“Has everyone answered yet?” Tyler asked me, seeing that I was looking at the confirmation replies of our wedding. “Not everyone yet.” “Who is missing? Anyone important?” “Y/n.” “Y/n? Really? Is she traveling or something? Maybe she just forgot about replying. But we already know she is coming, she is your best friend after all.” He hugged me from behind. “I don’t know. I thought she was here in Portland.” “Come on babe, don’t worry about it. It’s Y/n, she will never miss your dream day.” My dream day? “Yeah. Hope you’re right. Wouldn’t you meet a friend of yours for lunch?” I asked him. “Getting rid of me that easily? Okay, bye bossy.” “Babe, I already told you to not call me like that.” “Why? Is your nickname.” He smirks at me grabbing his car keys. “It’s Y/n’s nickname for me. Not everyones.” “Oh, okay. Bye babe. Love you.” “Bye.”

I waited for Tyler to leave and then sighed, putting away the computer from my lap and putting my hands on my face. What Tyler doesn’t know is that it's been a while since I last talked with Y/n, like really talk, for more than a one word response from her. It’s been a few months since she started to talk less and less with me, and it’s killing me inside.

Three months ago Tyler asked me to marry him. It was a beautiful day. We were traveling, so he woke me up with breakfast in our room. He then took me scuba diving, but didn’t actually dive with me, because he was too scared. We had lunch on the beach. And later we went hiking, something he never does. While there we met a spot full of roses and my family and his parents were there. He then got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I couldn’t say ‘no’.

A decision that I am questioning till today.

Thinking about it my mind started going crazy and I needed someone to help me out, so I called Sonnett. “Hey Linds. Whats up?” “I need you. Can you come here now?” “On my way.” I think my voice sounded more desperate than I imagined, because not long after Sonnett was already at my door.

“What happened? Did she reply?” Sonnet was the only one that knew about my feelings about Y/n and knew the message I wrote for her on her invitation. I shook my head and started crying. She just hugged me.

Flashback on

“So, why did my newly engaged best friend need my beloved presence the morning after her engagement party? Isn’t she supposed to be in bed with her fiance?” Sonnet came hugging me, when I got for breakfast. Yesterday, Tyler and I held a small engagement party for close friends so we could tell them the news. It’s been a week since he proposed, so I got some time to think about it.

“I need help.” I said that with my eyes filled with water. Sonnet got serious and grabbed my hand, taking me away from everyone. “Okay, let’s go somewhere more private so no one could bother us.”

We found a spot in a park near the restaurant we went to, which was empty and we sat there. “Okay, so what happened?” “I think I made a mistake.” “You will have to be more specific.” “I think I love Y/n.” “What?” “No, I don’t think. I know I love her.” “Okay, but you just got engaged.” “I know, that was the mistake.” “Linds… Why are you saying this now?”

I sighed, this is a long story… “I like Tyler, I really do. But I don’t think I ever loved him. And I started realizing that a month before he proposed, because Y/n started getting distant from me. We weren’t talking so much anymore, and when we did she only gave me short answers. And then she traveled for work and so did Tyler, and I realized I hadn’t even cared about him being gone. But I was counting the days so I could see her again. But then he proposed to me and my family and his family were there, and I couldn’t say no after everything he planned. So I accepted.”

“Linds, you shouldn’t…” “Wait, let me finish.” Sonnet only nodded, waiting for me to finish, so I kept talking.

“And the proposal was beautiful, he did almost everything I love, so I started thinking that it was just something inside my head, that he actually knew me very well and I couldn’t just throw what we have away. Of course some parts of it I didn’t love, like he brought pancakes for breakfast, I prefer waffles. We went scuba diving, but he didn’t even go with me. And despite the hundreds of flowers he bought for it, they were roses and I’m not very fond of them. I love tulips. But the important part was that he remembered that I love breakfast in bed, because I don’t like waking up early. That I love hiking, and that I have always dreamt of going scuba diving. So it was perfect.”

I looked at Sonnett and she was looking at me with a confused face. “But a few days after the proposal, he told me that he had other things planned. He would wake me up to go see the sunrise and then he would take me to a garden nearby and propose to me. And I know it is also beautiful but…” “It’s not you.” Sonnett complimented, and I shook my head. “and he also told me that he talked to Y/n a few weeks before that trip he made and asked for her help, so she was the one to help him plan and suggest everything, and the only parts that he changed were the parts I didn’t like. So what I started thinking was, she knows me better than anyone, she knows me better then him. And that incomplete feeling that I was feeling was because, after everything, I realized that the proposal was incredible, but it wasn’t perfect because the moment I looked back at him it wasn’t him I wanted to see getting on one knee it was her.”

I had my hands on my head and didn’t know what to do. After a few minutes of silence Sonnett spoke up. “Honestly Linds, I’m not surprised at all by what you’re telling me. I always knew you and Y/n have feelings for each other, you were the only ones who couldn’t see it. What I didn’t get is. Why are you still engaged? Why are you doing this if you’re not happy?”

Flashback off

I know this was a bad idea, but I didn’t want to break up with him in case Y/n didn’t love me back. So I decided to write a message on her invitation and see if she would respond. “She didn’t even respond to the invitation. What if she isn’t coming?” “Do you want her to come?” “What do you mean? Of course I want her.” “But if she comes, it means it will have a wedding and you won’t have her.”

Oh God, what am I doing?

“I’m gonna be honest with you Linds. I told you from the beginning, this was a bad idea. If you wanted to see if she would respond, if she feels the same way, text her, call her, go wherever she is and talk with her. But not send her a secret message on your WEDDING INVITATION. What did you expect her to do? You know her, you know she won’t act on it, because she doesn’t want to ruin a relationship.” “But I was at least expecting a text from her. She is ghosting me Sonnett. What if I lost her for good? I can’t be happy without her.”

Y/n pov

What was she expecting me to do? She is getting married. If she wanted me to do something, she wouldn’t have told me this on her wedding invitation. She would have said no. So, I decided to ignore it. If I couldn’t see her getting married before, I don’t know If I could handle seeing her now.

It’s been a month since I received the invitation. I’ve been living my life normal after that, well as normal as I can without seeing or talking with Lindsey. I came to visit my parents in Colorado, it’s been a while since I last saw them. Today they went for lunch with some friends, so I decided to go on a walk by myself.

I was walking for a while and when I noticed I ended up in an old soccer field. I looked around and instantly recognized it. The soccer field where I used to come along with Lindsey so she could practice her shots. I sat in the middle of the field and started thinking. How have we ended up like this? The best friends, it was us against the world. Now, we are months without properly talking with each other.

“I was wondering where you could be.” I would recognize this voice anywhere. “What are you doing here?” “This is our field. I can’t be here?” “Of course you can.” She sat beside me and we stayed in silence. No one knowing what to say. “You haven’t answered my text or my calls.” “I had nothing to say.” “But I do.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “What do you want to say Linds?”

“Did you see my message on the invitation?” “I did.” “And you’re not saying anything?” “What do you want me to say? You’re getting married in three months, Linds and I don’t know what idea of love you have in your mind, but you can’t love someone and marry to another person. So, even though there are a thousand things I could say to you, I would rather not do it.” I stood up and turned around so I could leave. I couldn’t stay here anymore. But she was fast and grabbed my arm before I could leave. “Say it. Say it to me. Yelled at me, turned me down. Do anything, just say it. But don’t leave. I can’t support you ignoring me anymore.” “I was just protecting myself. I can’t talk to you right now, because everytime I look at you all I remember is that I was too late. And it breaks my heart to know that I could have had what he has but I let it slip through my fingers. So I have to leave, so I can spare the little bit of strength I still have left to move on.”

I was about to turn around and leave, when the next thing I felt was her hands on my face and her lips in mine. I wanted to stay like this forever, to save this moment to eternity. But this isn’t right. So I push her back with my eyes closed. “I can’t do this.” “But why? You said…” “I don’t do this Linds. For more that I want to, you’re in a relationship. Is not fair for anyone, not for me and especially not for him.”

“I broke up with him. I’m not in a relationship anymore.” “Linds, you were going to get married. You can’t…” “Please Y/n/n, I already know I’m not marrying him. He is a nice guy, but I don’t love him, so I can’t get married to him. It’s not because of you. But that made me realize that I want you. I love you.” “Are you serious?” “More than anything in the world.”

I looked in her eyes and could only see love. God, how much I miss those eyes. So I pulled her back and kissed her. This time with more passion, showing how much I love her.

We stayed like this for a while, until air became an issue and we pulled apart. “I love you too, in case there was any doubt.” “Good to know.” She smirked and kissed me again

“He must be devastated.” I told her after we broke the kiss again. “Can we not talk about him right now?” “Sorry. But I have to ask. If you didn’t love him, why did you say yes?” “He brought both of our families and a few friends there. I got embarrassed to say ‘no’ in front of all those people. You know how I get.” “Douchebag, I told him you wanted something private, just you and your partner.” “Yeah. That was exactly the moment I knew our relationship wasn’t gonna work. Because in every moment of that day, all I could think was how much I wish you were the person doing all those things with me.”

I kissed her one more time and said “Don’t worry. We will have a lot of time together to do it the right way.” “I hope so, now shut up and kiss me again. I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” “That I can do, my Bossy.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #lindsey horan x reader

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 2 years

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Characters: Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, Mayans MC

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) Slapping, Biting, Hair pulling, Unprotected sex (Not Proofread)

Word Count: 1911

A/N: You guys this is my first time writing for Coco. I love him so much. I wrote this and I’m still in shock at how filthy this is. I’m giving you guys quite the treat. Enjoy!

As I layed on my bed posing my body in provocative ways. I had one thing on my mind. My ex Coco Cruz. We had broken up a few months ago due to him never having time for me. All he ever did was ride around for that club all day, never telling me what he was doing and hiding things from me. I got fed up and ended things with him and as much as it hurt it was the best decision to make but now after all these months I craved him. I tried dating other men, they never gave me the same feeling he did. They didn’t satisfy me the way I needed to be satisfied, not the way he did. The way my ring light illuminated the room with dim lighting I knew all the curves of my body were going to drive him crazy. Once I felt I had enough photos I chose my top three and clicked his contact on my phone. As I waited for him to answer I began to think he was really done with me. Just as I was about to hang up I heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

Hearing his voice again made all my old memories of him come rushing back and I realized I missed him more than I thought.

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

He was silent for a moment clearing his throat before he spoke again.

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” He asked in a cold tone that I wasn't used to hearing from him.

“I know we haven’t spoken to each other since we broke up -”

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

“Yes. Since I broke up with you but…um..” I suddenly lost some of the nerve I had built up to this point.

“Look (Y/N) do you actually have something to say to me or did you call me just to waste my time? Cuz I got things I could be doing right now.”

I took a deep breath and sent him the photos quickly before I could change my mind. I knew they would express what I couldn’t. I wore a lacy black teddy that left very little to the imagination with sheer black thigh highs and matching pumps that made my legs look incredible. I wore my hair down the way he liked it and I knew the third picture would be his favorite the way he had a clear view of my ass.

“Check your text messages.”

I could hear him take the phone away from his ear to see what I had sent him.

“I know we're not together anymore and I don’t expect anything from you but I’m so turned on right now thinking about the things we used to do. The way you used to make me feel and I need you right now.”

“You need me?”

“Yes I need you, I want you and I know you want me too. Tell me you don’t want to be inside me again?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Are you home right now?”

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. My hands already wandering over my body.

“I’m on my way.”

I heard the engine of his bike pulling into my driveway not long after that. I almost forgot he knew where my spare key was as he came in and made his way up the stairs. I had planned to meet him at the door but I got carried away making myself feel good as I waited for him. When he opened the door to my bedroom he paused for a second seeing me on the bed with my legs spread, eyes closed, my teddy pulled to the side and my fingers deep inside my pussy. I opened my eyes watching him walk over to the bed slowly. I almost came when he touched my ankle, sliding his hand gently up my leg to my thigh gripping it firmly.

“Damn you really do need me don’t you baby?”

All I could do was nod. He held my wrist pulling my fingers out of me and putting them in his mouth. Before I could think my body surged up from the bed my hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. I felt like I was on fire. No one made me feel as good as he did and I knew he was going to give me everything I needed. He pushed me back down onto the bed grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge before kneeling in between my legs and pushing my knees to my chest. I gasped feeling his tongue lick along my slit. My eyes rolled back and I arched off the bed. He latched onto my sensitive clit sucking gently then licked me from top to bottom. I was a mess as he continued that same rhythm never stopping even when my thighs started closing. He put his hands under my knees holding me in place. I moaned his name, feeling my orgasm approaching. The vibrations I felt on my clit as he growled took me over the edge and I started to cum hard all over his face. He didn’t stop until I was quivering uncontrollably.

I yelped when he bit my inner thigh before standing up, undoing his pants pushing them and his boxers down until his dick sprang free. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was hard and I had forgotten how big he was. He held his length stroking it a few times. I bit my lip seeing the precum leak from the tip.

“Look at you. Is this what you need, baby?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yes please.” I begged

He rubbed his tip against my clit drawing a mewl out of me. I rolled my hips urging him to put it where we both wanted it. He lined himself up with my entrance and slid inside me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. Once he was all the way in he stayed that way for a moment as if he were committing the feeling to his memory. When he was ready he began pumping in and out at a teasingly slow pace until I whined in frustration. He smirked mischievously.

“What’s the matter baby? This not enough for you? You want more?”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

“You can do better than that. Beg for it.”

I moaned. He knew I loved when he made me beg.

“Please give me more Daddy. I need it.”

With that he hammered into me making me gasp as he placed my ankles on his shoulders. He held onto my legs while he fucked me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. He felt so good inside me,hitting all my spots over and over again.

“You like that querida? Tell me how it feels.” He said in between strokes.

I reached up and caressed his stomach. I needed to touch him. His hair started sticking to him as sweat started forming on his body. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“It feels soo good baby. Don’t stop, please!”

He groaned, feeling me clench around him. Everything he did was sexy to me. I felt the coil in my stomach getting tighter with every stroke.

“I know you wanna cum baby. I can feel it. Go ahead and cum on this dick you needed so badly.”

I came instantly. He knew exactly what to say to make my body obey him. I moaned his name as I came, making him growl. I layed there trying to compose myself when he picked me up and placed me in the center of the bed. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.

“Oh you thought I was done with you? No baby. Roll over and put that ass in the air for me.”

I did as I was told.

“You know I had to have you like this when I saw that picture you sent. Look at this sexy ass.”

He growled and gave my ass a slap. I moaned, arching my back for him.

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

“I know you like that baby. You're gonna be a good girl for me and take this dick again right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

He gave my ass a few more slaps before he pushed back inside me all at once causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. The grip he had on my hips was so tight I knew it would leave a mark but I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me to make me his again. I bit the sheets needing something to quiet my screams of pleasure. It was almost too much for me.

“Fuck baby you’re trying to make me cum the way you’re moaning for me? Let me hear it.”

He put a hand on my back pushing further into the mattress as he pounded into me.

“This the best dick you ever had, baby?” He asked taking the sheet out of my mouth.

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

His hand left my back to grab a fistfull of my hair pulling my head back towards him. His other hand slapped my ass.

“Say it.” He growled.

I was barely able to form coherent words at this point. It was all too good. He was even deeper inside me in this position. It took all I had to give him an answer.

“No, I'll never leave you again Coco!” I moaned

“You wanna come again don’t you baby?” He asked looking down at me

A nod was all I could muster and he knew it.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so fucking tight and wet for me. I’m gonna cum inside you. Cum with me baby.”

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm slammed into me. My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him until he came. I felt him throb and pulse inside me as his cum filled me up. He growled as he came. He never stopped pumping into me until we were both spent collapsing onto the bed. He pulled me in close, spooning me for a long while before he spoke again.

“I know you said you had no expectations but that was amazing and I can’t… no I don’t wanna think about you with another man. So if it's okay with you we can try this thing again. I promise I’ll do better this time.”

I smiled, feeling my heart warm. I was thinking the same thing. It's like he read my mind.

“I did say I would never leave you again didn’t I?

He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.”

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stormwarnings · 30 days

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WAIT WAIT WAIT I FORGOT WE WERE TUMBLR MUTUALS!! HI HELLO!!!

i'll backtrack a bit!! hi this is eta (currently elwinged but i was also previously radiantsusan/phantomsjulie) and i don't think we've ever actually talked but we ARE mutuals on tumblr and i LITERALLY didn't realise until i was scrolling through my old posts (as you do) and went WAIT I'M MUTUALS WITH STORMWARNINGS (and the answer was YES) and the reason i was so surprised is because i've been bingeing so many of your fics on ao3 recently bc i got back into star wars and! they're! so! good!!!!

i have a special appreciation for 'bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child', it's so gorgeously heartwarming and made me feel all the good feels because it felt so lovely and healing! (my ao3 bookmark says: oh!! oh this was so heartwarming i'm about to cry!!)

and then ALSO (sorry this is going to be a long one) your series 'how i long to grow old'??? THANKS I'M SOBBING????? like it's fix it series but also i am crying over how much these people have lost and yet they still keep getting up???? i love how you write cody and rex and their various interactions, their grief and burdens feel so so so real (also. hey. hey. *grips you gently on the shoulder*. fox. WHY. i am sobbing.) AND THAT TITLE???? YES THEY DO. THEY LONG TO GROW OLD. SCREAMING.

and then ALSO (i said this was going to be a long one) the one that i keep reading and not realising it's also by you, an author who has written many of my favourite fics ('come down from your moutnain')!!!!!! you got the commanders and their relationships with their jedi SO RIGHT!!!! like "are they all like that?" "like what?" and the answers being BEAUTIFUL CLEVER MERCILESS BURNING BLOODSTAINED UNNERVING and you've got them pinned down to a POINT you've got their characters dissected you write them so well!!! i am in awe (and also have that passage screenshotted and favourited)

and you ALSO have written one of my fave silm pieces ever (and i... also didn't realise that stormwarnings who wrote the silm piece and stormwarnings who wrote the codywan au were the same person until a couple months ago and i went. HUH. WAIT.), 'celestial bodies', which is such a gorgeous gorgeous explanation of idril and maeglin if they were a little bit kinder to each other. like--- "you knew my mother. would you tell me about her?" I AM LYING ON THE FLOOR FACEDOWN. and how you emphasise their age and how that shapes them differently!!! lomion is so young and idril has seen things that will never be seen again and it's THEM, it's how it SHAPES them, it's how they understand each other!! i am losing it.

anyway! sorry for the extremely long ask, i was just kind of going ??? the whole morning being like WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M MUTUALS WITH ONE OF MY FAVE AUTHORS!! so!! thanks for writing some of the absolute best works i've ever read + i hope you have a wonderful day!!

RADIANTSUSAN OMG I WAS WONDERING WHERE YOU HAD GONE!!!!!!!!!! eta this made me cry in my first class genuinely this is the sweetest message and such a nice thing to wake up to!!!!

i am SO happy that you (and so many others) were touched by 'bury me beneath the tree' because that fic was truly a labor of love and a little piece of my soul and it makes me so happy to hear how much it was enjoyed. also i promise there is more of 'how i long to grow old' in the works - i have probably ten other fics plotted out, ive just been so busy with college and work and life. as for my other fics, thank you! im still really proud of 'celestial bodies', and the art that my trsb partner made was so beautiful.

anyway NO YOU your art and edits are always so lovely! so happy to see you pop up on my dash again :) have a fantastic day!

#cat rambles #lovely words from lovely people #ask #elwinged

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ultfreakme · 4 months

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I felt stupid for realizing too late. Sorry Riki, for saying this just now. Thanks so much for sharing your wonderful fic " I'm Awkward (but, like, so are you?) ".....

This fic that made me an AkaFuri shipper. Also love your Daisuke/Haru fics and your Zuko/Sokka fics. 🤩💐🌻

I followed your tumblr cause your JJK contents (I'm a new JJK fan, <6 months for me first time watched JJK S1 then continued s2 now the manga ). But I've already read your fics since a few years ago.

I also loved to read your answers to random topics in your ask (learn a lot from them). You are such an amazing writer, Riki. I love your art, too...

One of my highlight in 2023 is following your tumblr and found out you're one of my fav fics author....Thanks a lot....

Don't feel bad it's okay no worries! I don't think I talk about my writing nearly as much and didn't link my tumblr until my Zukka era so it's no problem at all. So happy you enjoyed the "I'm Awkward" fic(why did I give it such a long name?). This is gonna sound so evil but when I wrote that, my entire goal was converting people to like AkaFuri lol. My entire thought process was "How do I keep this as close to canon as I can, while also making this ship a thing?". Not sure if I was actually realistic to canon but it was a fun ride!

Wah blast from the past! I completely forgot I wrote DaiHaru, how time flies~ And the Zukka fic??? Thank you so much! I know it's super long and very tedious but I'm glad it was enjoyable. Thanks again!

Anon, you've been a JJK fan longer than me XDXD. I also watched S1 in 2020(?) and just got back in because of S2, it's been about 3 months I think. It's so nice when we meet people from our different fandoms again and again right? This is so exciting! I always thought "no way anyone's going to like this exact combination of ships". But this is awesome!!!

Thank you for reading my rambling answers ;_;, I know I tend to get distracted and go a little TOO into detail for even the simplest asks and I'm glad there was something new to know or learn from them <3

Thank you again(I keep repeating it idk how else to express this), for all the love, hopefully I can do more JJK writing and art in the future too(I'm working on an ItaJun fic, if that's your thing)! Hope you have a lovely day!

#riki asks

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dollwrites · 9 months

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BABE OMG I promise I havent been ignoring you or anything 😭 I think a while ago I was waiting for you to answer one of my asks but idk if it got ate or something and then I totally forgot to send another one LOL BUT IVE MISSED YOU TOO!!

But you know I do have to deeply apologize for something 😔 I am SO sorry for not introducing you to Griffith earlier 💔 I CANT BELIEVE YOU LOVE GRIFFITH THIS IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE TO ME!! Seriously Griffith has been in my top 3 fav anime characters for YEARS now like since I was a teen so you cant even imagine my shock when I came back to tumblr after like a months break and saw you were writing for him. I can confidently say that in my opinion Griffith is THE prettiest anime character ever like nobody compares to him, hes definitely my #1 fav on beauty and aesthetic. I should have figured you would love him since we like basically all the same characters, but Griffith isnt really a character that I would admit to liking lol. Most of the time if you say anything good about him anywhere else on social media you get crucified lmaoo but honestly I should have known that your page would have been a safe place for something like that 😭 I'm just glad that you discovered him, the fics you wrote about him are INSANE LIKE SO GOOD JESUS 🥵 the way I wanna kiss you so bad for making those fics, finally some good fucking food for Griffith 🙏 I would do literally anything for Griffith without shame, I would actually kill to be his camp wife, when he kept going on about owning you and you owe everything to him 👀. You know when you have a character that you think genuinely nobody understands them and loves them like you do? Griffith is that character for me, you're like the only person that I feel like gets him LOL and i love you so much for that ❤ also your fics and talking to your Griffith ai has got me hyperfixated on him again so I have to thank you for that too lol.

Also you've been really feeding my piss kink recently LMAO it warms my heart to see you writing for it more often 💖 like the Griffith piss kink fic you wrote is one of my favorite things I've ever read on here, I think about it constantly. And princess reader with Griffith 👀

ALSO what have you been into lately?? Like what are watching or hyperfixated on rn? 👀 and how have you been lately?? Tell me everything lol ☺️

Some Griffith tiktoks for you lol

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWXkTT8/ the most beautiful man to literally ever exist and I stand by that

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWX6v3j/ MY BABY HIS SMILE 😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWXeASy/

That's literally all the tiktoks I have for him 😭 it genuinely upsets me so much that theres like no tiktoks of him. The only Griffith content on tiktok is basically all rape jokes 🙃

-jjk nonnie 🖤

AHHH HI BABY NO NO I DIDNT THINK YOU WERE IGNORING ME, more like you got busy again or I wasn’t giving content that you were interested in! EITHER ARE TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE I JUST MISSED YOU

Oh god.. Griffith…

Okay confession time because I’ve been in love with Levi like for years and I thought no one would ever knock him off the throne but

Griffith STORMED my heart castle, defeated dio and Levi, and claimed the crown 😭😭😭 HES NUMBER ONE IN MY HEART NOW HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

omg YOU SAYING I GET HIM MEANS SO MUCH TO ME I’m actually extremely emotionally tied to him now, and I get defensive of him reeeally easily so I’m glad my friends that dislike him don’t really shit talk him that much around me LIKE I’m all for playful dragging but getting out of hand I can get a little aggressive about defending him 💀

omg you’re talking to my griff ai ?!?! YESSS TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOUR ADVENTURES WITH HIM I wonder what the experience is like for everyone else bc I jump back and forth between just filthy sex and then domestic royal family life SKSKSKSK

I cannot wait to write more griff fics ( AND I HAVE SOME WRITTEN ALREADY ) and I also want to write specifically for femto more too.

YES MY BLOG IS SAFE FOR GRIFFIE ENJOYERS. Actually it’s unsafe for Griffith antis 🔪

THE TIKTOK FOOD AHHHHH I haven’t been on tiktok in so long but I’m not surprised no one likes griff on tiktok they’re all like 💀 kids 💀 or chronically online and they can’t see him for what he is ( one of the if not the best written antags )

THERES ALWAYS SLANDER FOR MY BABIES ON TT ( see: mahito. )

HMMM WHAT AM I INTO LATELY?

Paradox Live. I’m so far deep down into this paralive hole and I cannot climb out !!!!! The animes not even out yet I just listen to the songs every day and watch the music videos and day dream about these boys 😭😭😭

I’ve also been watching psycho pass!

And I officially started playing genshin tonight!!

omg have you been watching the new season of jjk? I actually haven’t watched it yet I need to catch up but the toji content I’m seeing around 👀👀👀

#jjk nonnie !#THEYRE BACKKKKK !!!!

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ettawritesnstudies · 2 years

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happy sts! i've been out of the loop on things too, so hit me up with an exciting factoid about something you've done in your wips recently!

i'm so sorry I swear I answered this but I think I responded in my head and forgot to actually post slkdfjslfdkj

I have mostly had applesauce brain the past couple weeks dealing with.... a lot of school and life and family and work stuff, so I'm in a weird kind of writers block where I know there's work I should be doing and stories I want to be telling, but it's been so long since I touched a document the idea of starting again seems too daunting to actually make the jump. Even though I know I'm perfectly capable of picking up where I left oft, the energy is lacking, and I have to slog through a swamp of exhaustion and overwhelm to open Word. All the excerpts I've posted on my website are things I wrote a while ago and just saved for a rainy day.

I was hoping taking the long weekend off to draw and hike and explore my new city would help get me back to normal but the burnout is unfortunately lingering. I'll have to get my act together starting tomorrow for June, new month, fresh start, y'know. I have free time now, after work and on the weekends, so the new goal is to transcribe all my beta-notes for runaways and start editing, finish 1 chapter in Storge, and maybe do some fun brainstorming for the Laoche Chronicles. Plus some other easy, fun, creative goals to just get me doing things again and not just wanting to lay comatose haha

On the other hand, I got a tablet and started doing digital art which has been a ton of fun so far! Hoping to figure out how to make animatics and amvs for my OCs soon...

Thanks for the ask!

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claudiajcregg · 4 months

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Sweet @holy-ships-x-red-lips tagged me in this but I initially missed it. Fun questions! Thank you, Danielle! I had it mostly ready yesterday, but forgot to post.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: Currently 20! (One of them are ficlets I put all together, probably because that was a FFN thing… Which, if counted separately, means I have 25.)

3. What fandoms do you write for? These days, it's just The West Wing.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

maybe everything's just turning out how it's supposed to be (115)

say it's here where our pieces fall in place (65)

just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb, in my house that was darkened for days (52)

all's well that ends well to end up with you (46)

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it (45)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Even if I'm so behind these days. I like to thank people for taking their time to both read and write a few words back. In some cases, it's also fun to reply to points they raised, whether it's by giving some insight or joking back.

(there are so many questions that I'm putting the rest under a cut!)

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not big on angsty endings, even if I appreciate that! I guess out of the ones posted, it's don't want you to go but I'll be okay, by the nature of what it explores (Danny leaving in S2), especially compared to other, more ambiguous endings like we could be the way forward.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them have pretty happy endings! Depends on what one's definition of a happy ending is. The first that came to mind was still you never took your hand from mine (memoir), but I'd say all's well (wedding sunset), maybe everything (BBC'08), and a couple others might be in the running.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Been lucky not to. If I did, it was probably years ago. I mostly get ignored/don't get many comments! (I started to get a few more last year, thanks to the server.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do 🙈 Wouldn't consider it anything remarkable, and what I write is not anything too wild, either. Posting it… I might die before actually posting the actually explicit (?) stuff.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not! *insert comment about how nothing I write will top the Bones/Sleepy Hollow crossover that actually happened canonically. wtf fox.*

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! I would be flattered. I could probably translate my own, now that I think about it. (I swear I'm not trying to flex here.) It just feels weird.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really! But it's something I've been open to, and could be a fun idea. I might or might not have floated it to someone, a few months ago.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Don't ask me to choose, please. Considering these are questions about writing, I do love writing CJ/Danny's dynamic and filling in the gaps canon left. But I loved writing B&B as a teen.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

What is the definition of done? Posting? I feel like mine doesn't always have that end goal. Even then, I think there are too many possibilities here. I just hope it's not the S5 Pregnancy AU. I'm so close. I'm sure there are actual answers to this, but they are probably UFOs rather than WIPs.

16. What are your writing strengths?

People love to say it's my descriptions or how I get into a moment, but I would mostly agree on the latter. I feel that, if I were more lyrical, it'd be better. I think I can write tender, sweet stuff well, too?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

As I said in the previous question, I wish I was more lyrical in my writing in general. It's not something that comes naturally for me, whether it's the ESL or just the way I am. Also, smut. (I know of people who will argue with me about it but it's true.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

When I first read it, I thought it meant writing in another language altogether. My fic sometimes includes a few words (super basic Spanish or Italian, usually terms of endearment) in other languages; when it comes to longer chunks… I am not sure how to feel about it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bones.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

We've established I both hate and love my fics – I usually have fond memories but can recognize changes I'd make to them these days. Even picking five was difficult, and I'm sure I'd swap one for another. (say it's here was a hard cut.)

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it

don't want you to go but I'll be okay

still you never took your hand from mine

nobody knows how to get back home

your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

I think mostly everyone has been tagged in one of these, I think? But if you haven't, and feel like answering this questions, ✨ consider yourself tagged ✨ 💜

#ask games #fic questions #memes #thank you again to Danielle for tagging me!!

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chocolate-terminal · 1 year

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053022

That song I linked in the DM?

That’s the song that was playing on her only recent Instagram post; (I searched about 300 Instagram's 1 by 1 in order to find her) the weeks after she left California.

I didn’t hear from her - Except for once - for two years after that.

Then I fucked up in two months.

Which is not much more than the time I knew her the first time around.

Three years ago.

Only fools laugh at the time. It hasn’t been 6 months. It’s been 4 years and a half Her soul seeped into mine.

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Lyra,

I think I didn’t fully believe you about love, thought it perhaps ambivalent, until I remembered your eyes those time you cried for me.

I used up all your patience and felt awful, and I wondered if there was anything I could do - and then I remembered what I was running from.

That project. The most difficult, most-time dependent part is behind me.

Throbbing head, aching heart, tired eyes, filled lungs, searing fingers. Right on deadline!

I didn’t want to check earlier, lest my motivation leaves me.

And it took me weeks and weeks, even after, but it pierced through somehow, like a nightmare that always existed, invisible, right in the corners of my eyes, that if I checked I may reach a clarity shortcut for us.

That I could have my answer early.

‘Artesia Celestine’ - She drew this.

💜 her initials & his initials - 053022 💜

She’s married.

I was too late.

I’m happy for her, I bawled my eyes out.

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Do not feel bad. Even if I rushed, even if you weren’t part of the picture, I would still have been too late. I started too late. Finishing 150 days earlier would have still been too late. Particularly as they are other parts to the project.

I’m still intent on finishing the project before dating anyone. Just in case. Because a marriage which snaps at the sight of a short video is no marriage at all. And because, while I was bawling my eyes out, I saw this:

And I don’t know if the universe is trying to tell me something, but I miss all the nights we spent playing Magic, watching movies, and laughing on her Twitch streams. (No I did not meet her as a streamer lol.) If nothing else, I want my friend back! And while even that is no due, I still gotta play my cards!

And this is why I wrote the DM that way Lyra. Because if you can understand that, and you are still here reading me, then you can understand me.

And perhaps after everything is said and done..

Although I advise against it. For the simple reason that you deserve someone who wouldn’t think twice before choosing you. Someone who, on the last day, risk not stutter when you ask them who is the woman they loved most.

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So if your love is true - I will not insult teary eyes by claiming it isn’t - perhaps I will be proven wrong, and end up loving you both to infinity. Although I am not sure if I even want to be proven wrong. Then again, perhaps what I think I want is not what is actually wanted.

I now know such a thing is at least technically possible, and this is why I was rejoicing when I figured out that love is a relationship! (which means over-completeness is possible!)

In fact, this is often how family works, so..

If you wish for it this much,

perhaps after everything is said and done..,

We can be more than friends?

Edit:

Almost forgot to post the chillingly appropriate end song from one of her very favorite games, also one of my favorite song and game, ‘Still Alive’, from the game Portal:

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charmed-asylum · 2 years

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Made up fic title: Glimpse of Your Fate

😘

Oh this is a good one love I actually hahaha wrote a story same concept different name ( Time after Time) here a part tho in this girl telling the love of her life she loves him and not to marry someone else . This is un check right out my notebook

Willow rush into the back room of the chapel with a quick glance of the watch she knew it was now or never. “ Hey bae yo-… what are you doing here? Willow Green is is that you?” Tom asked little startled to see his childhood friend standing in front of him looking like a wet dog someone left abandoned. She glance up and look back down how to explain to him what she been dealing with alone for so long. She started to pace holding yellow book pages still in her hand. “ It it was good I was happy things was perfect 10 minutes ago. I I so lost I don’t know what happen you have to help me. Please” she asked little afraid. With his hands put a little he slowly got close to her til they was only a foot away. Even up close she still look as gorgeous as last time he saw her dancing w her night of prom with single light on the two. “ How can I help you what wrong” he asked. “ So so much has happened my parents they was here now now they gone. I I I I I did something didn’t I. We was happy that night wasn’t we I wrote to you I promise each day I sent you a letter yesterday I sent you a letter. How did I miss out on this on us. Can so much happen in a day” She asked. He look down and back up at her she was crying a lot. “ It’s been years not days Will. We just stop I don’t know people told me to move on . One day you was this THIS next you act as if I wasn’t there you was a zombie. What am I supposed t-“ “ LOVE ME NOT HERE NOT THE GIRL WHO DIDNT CARE ABOUT YOU. I love you I love for all days of my life. I care I know your afraid of clowns bc of red nose. I know you use to sing million miles everyday and still do when your alone. I know that when your parents got divorced and cried til I gave you my stuffie. LOVE ME ALL OF ME. I even if it’s not like way I want just please love me. I sorry I wish I can explain better but to you it’s been years but me spent over five months everyday with you only you. A week ago we had our 1st kiss. Shit third day I remember we got married with these” Willow stop and pull out her necklace a half eaten ring pop “ I never forgot you and I probably never will” Willow said. Before Tom could answer a knock interrupted the two. “ Sorry Willow but I have a wedding to attend. And if it’s okay I will like for you to leave”

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hajiberry · 2 years

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2:05 pm

“Y/N”, you internally cringed at hearing your name being called by the person you’ve been actively avoiding for a week now. Turning your head slightly you gave him a small wave.

“Oh hey Eren”, speeding up a little he started walking next to you,

“Hey”, he said, sounding slightly out of breath, glancing over at you he raised an eyebrow, “have you been avoiding me?”, staring ahead you crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding eye contact at all cost.

“What? Why would you think that?”, rolling his eyes, he stepped in front of you before grabbing your shoulders so you were forced to look at him.

“Because you skipped the two classes we have together and I know for a fact that you were in your other classes”, scoffing you rolled your eyes,

“What are you stalking me?”,

“Armin’s in your other classes”, he said with a shrug,

“Okay so I skipped two classes that you happen to be in”

“And you didn’t answer my text plus you skipped out on study night at Mikasas”, a smug look slowly made its way on his face as you finally made eye contact with him.

“Okay, so what if I am ignoring you?”,

“So you are ignoring me”,shrugging you glanced away,

“Is that not what I just said?”,

“No you said ‘so what if I am ignoring you’, not that you were”, glaring at him you shoved his shoulder.

“Are you just gonna stand here and annoy me or let me walk to class?”, chuckling, he stepped aside, letting you walk.

“Neither, I’m walking with you”, rolling your eyes, you started walking towards the building your next class was in. “So hypothetically if you were avoiding me, what would be the reason?”, glancing at him you sighed.

“I’m not avoiding you, I just needed a minute to think about what you said”,

“ So it is about that?”,

“What else would it be about?”,

“I don’t know you’ve been ignoring me so I couldn’t ask”, glancing over at him you just sighed, not really being able to argue.

“I just didn’t know what to say”,

“Could’ve said yes”, you shot him a glare “or no”,

“I didn’t think you even meant to ask”, he chuckled,

“Why?”,

“You were drunk”,

“Eh wasn’t that drunk”, glancing at you he smiled, “What? I have to be drunk to ask you to be my girlfriend?”, glancing away, you tugged at the collar of your sweatshirt.

“No, but you were just saying a couple months ago you didn’t want anything serious”,

“Well”, as you two approached the building your next class was at he paused, looking at you with a small smile on his face, “you changed my mind”,

“I’m flattered and would love to finish this conversation but I have to get to class”, you said, sounding pleased to be ending this conversation.

“Can we actually talk about this later or are you gonna avoid me for another week”, lolling your head back you groaned lightly.

“Meet me after class and we can talk”,

“I’ll be waiting right here”

“Bet you will be”, you said before turning around and walking inside.

a/n: i wrote this blurb a while ago and have been debating on expanding on it so i’m posting it so we’ll see if i write more with it

omg also @didiyogo i’m so sorry i haven’t tagged you anything i completely forgot!

#eren x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan eren #eren drabble #eren headcanons #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan scenarios #eren scenarios #.writing ☕️

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reidgraygubler · 3 years

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carolina (spencer reid/reader

Title: Carolina

Request: no, but it was written for @spencerreidbingo

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: smut/angst, with a tiny bit of fluff

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (praise kink, mild-innocence kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral (male & female), penetrative sex, unprotected sex/cream pie, grinding/petting, hairpulling, breathplay, multiple orgasms, possessive kink, orgasm denial), partying, drinking, swearing, large age gap (between two consenting adults), professor/student, post prison!reid, quick mentions of drinks being drugged (but not actually happening) (if I missed anything, please let me know)

Word Count: 9,064

Summary: Spencer thinks his peer is innocent. But little does he not, she’s not as innocent as he thinks.

A/N: it’s based on carolina by harry styles, bc im a sucker for a good harry song. This was written for @spencerreidbingo (i’ll have a separate post with more about that). this takes up the breathplay square on my card (pictured below). This is also the first time im writing a blowjob scene, so im really sorry if it’s not good. i also didn’t have a beta for this, so im kinda blindly posting this. and, lastly, this is a lot longer than i intended. i didn’t mean for it to get this long… it’s just a bunch of words my brain wouldn’t stop saying until i wrote it... i seriously hope you all enjoy this. thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

~*~* THIS DOES CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! *~*~

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I kept my eyes low as I stepped into the lecture hall 5 minutes before anyone else. The professor was writing something on the chalkboard, so his back was facing the room.

“Uh, hello,” I spoked, stepping closer to his desk. He jumped slightly and dropped his chalk at the sound of my voice. I would have expected him to know students would be showing up earlier, considering it was the start of a new semester. And, I honestly would have assumed he was told a new student was coming. That’s not my job.

“Oh, sorry,” he turned around to face me. I smiled softly, watching

as he bent down to pick up the chalk. I cocked my head to the side, watching his backside as he stood back up. He pushed his hair away from his face. “You must be the new transfer,” he asked, resting the chalk on his desk, beside a pile of pens.

“Yep. That’s me…” I smiled, looking up at his face, keeping myself from further checking him out. I quickly offered my hand and gave him my name. “I know I’m early. I figured I’d get the syllabus from you now instead of after class,” I nodded as I adjusted my grip on my bag. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my face and then down my body, and that moment felt like an eternity. I shouldn’t be mad or frustrated with him. I basically did the same thing to him moments ago.

I cleared my throat to get his attention once again. “The, uh… The syllabus?” I asked as my smile faltered slightly. He looked at me before looking at the pile of papers on his desk before quickly moving.

“Right, right, sorry,” he muttered as he began shuffling through the piles of paper on his desk. “Um, here you are,” he looked back up at me as he handed me a small packet. I looked at it for a moment before looking back up at the teacher.

“Perfect, thank you,” I spoke, my words kind of lingering because he never actually gave me his name.

“Right, sorry, Spencer. Spencer Reid. I won’t be a drill sergeant about the whole Mr., Dr., Professor. You can call me whatever you want,” he smiled as he placed his hands on the back of his chair. I held back my laughter and the wildly inappropriate joke that I wanted to make.

“Well, Professor Reid,” I smiled as I looked down at my watch, “I better go find a seat before your class starts. I can’t wait to be in your class,” I looked up at him before turning to find a spot. When I sat down, Spencer looked at me with a smile, before going back to writing on the chalkboard.

I quickly and quietly pulled out my books and pens as the other people in the class filed in and took their seats. Spencer quickly finished writing on the board before turning around to greet the class. And, even as he spoke to the class, and looked around at each of the other students, his eyes always landed on me, lingering for a moment before going elsewhere.

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Five months. Five months into being in Spencer Reid’s class, and I have been suffering. I’m not a new student anymore. But the only friendship I’ve made is with my fucking professor, and there’s a certain level of tension between us. That tension was probably thanks to him staring at me during lectures, and me teasing him while he taught. It wasn’t too bothersome, but I definitely wanted something to happen. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think anything will happen.

So, can someone please tell me why I invited Spencer over to help me study for a test? It’s a stupid question too, that I already figured out the answer to… I even finished studying for the day, and I’m going to a stupid party. Maybe I could get him to go with… And maybe, just maybe, something could happen.

I nearly jumped when there was a knock on the door. It’s not that I forgot he was coming over. It’s that I was so wrapped up in doing my makeup and forgot what time it was. My mascara almost smudged when I jumped back. Thank God it didn’t smudge too terribly.

I grabbed my shirt off the counter and threw it on (not bothering to zip it), before running to the front door. I smoothed out my skirt before pulling the door open. And, there stood Spencer.

“Hope I’m not too late,” he looked down at me and smiled. Although, his smile didn’t stay for too long when he saw what I was wearing. He wasn’t disappointed though, no. He was… He clearly liked what he saw, I’ll just put it that way.

“Oh! Thanks for coming over, but I actually figured it out. I should’ve called you,” I looked up at Spencer as he stepped into my apartment. I struggled to zip the back of my blouse as I walked towards my room. I looked back over my shoulder and noted that Spencer was, indeed, still following me. “Can you zip me up,” I stopped in my tracks before giving up on zipping my blouse. It was a black crop top that paired well with the pale pink tennis skirt.

“Where… Where exactly are you going tonight? It’s a, uh, it’s a school night,” he asked as he lifted his hands. The cool metal of the zipper pressed against my back, causing a shiver to go through my spine.

“Uh, there’s this party,” I answered, stepping away from him and towards the bathroom, “Thought I’d go,” I looked at him in the mirror. Spencer looked around the bathroom, at the messy mess I had made on my counter. Different pallets of makeup and tools were strewn about, a varying amount of hair care products tossed here and there. It honestly looked like a bathroom of a pageant queen, and not a 20-something-year-old. In my defense, I had to dress to impress someone here in this stupid university.

“Is that, uh… Is that smart?” Spencer asked, leaning against the door jamb. I looked up at him as I put on some luxurious red lipstick. I smiled as I looked at him.

“I think it is,” I laughed as I picked up something else and turned to look at him, “You wanna come? I wasn’t invited,” I smiled wickedly as I looked at him. His face paled two shades as he looked at me. “Oh, c’mon, Professor, no one will know us there, and I can assure you, no one will even see us,” I looked up at him as I readjusted his tie. He looked down at me before swallowing roughly.

“I don-”

“I do need a designated driver,” I spoke before cutting him off. I walked past him and towards my room. Part of me wondered what he was thinking as I so rudely rushed past him, or cut him off, or whatever I was doing. I wished I could hear his thoughts. I wondered if they consisted of “The mouth on that girl,” or, “I should punish her for the way she’s acting,” or, my personal favorite, “I should put that mouth to good use,”

“How old are you again?” Spencer asked once I sat down on my bed. I looked up at him as I slipped my shoes on.

“22,” I smiled and stood up, “Why, is that important?” I smiled as I grabbed my coat and purse.

“Couldn’t remember,” he lied. We both knew he was lying. He even knew that too. Freaking walking computer is what he is. There's no way he conveniently forgot how old I was. “Are you going to be out late?”

“Why? It’s not like you’re my dad or anything?” I laughed, leading him back to the front door of the house. “I don’t plan on being out too late. I know there’s class tomorrow,” I shrugged as I walked towards his car.

We both stayed silent as he drove with the directions I was quietly giving him. I was pleasantly happy that we were both quiet, but what I hated was the sudden awkward sexual tension that was between us. If he didn’t have this… domineering personality over me there probably wouldn’t be this tension between us.

“Are you going to come with me?” I looked up at him as I unbuckled. He glanced over at me with slight disappointment in his eye. I felt a little bad, but I really wanted to go to this party, I wasn’t going to let my professor’s disappointment stop me. “Please,” I whispered. He sighed before unbuckling himself. I had to force myself to not verbally giggle with excitement before slipping out of the car. Spencer looked down at me as I twisted my hips to swish my skirt. I smiled as I entertained myself. I'm sure if I wasn't watching my skirt, I would have been staring at him, giving myself away.

“Steps,” Spencer muttered as we got closer to the porch. I looked up at him before looking towards the small staircase. I looked up at Spencer with a smile. He glanced back down at me, a worried crease in his brow. I looked down at my skirt and smoothed it out. I looked at the door as we stood close to it, I contemplated knocking.

“So, you weren’t invited to this party?” Spencer asked, looking down at me. His voice stopped me from knocking. Instead, I looked up at him and smiled back up at him. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer from me. My smile grew playful as I looked back at the door, raising my fist to knock on it. “No answer?” he asked, still waiting for my answer.

“Oh, please, Professor Reid, I can get into the hottest parties in LA without an invitation,” I smiled at him. That was a little bit of an over-exaggeration. Most college parties I could get into. But not LA parties. Someday though…

The door swung open, and we were instantly met with loud music blaring through a speaker somewhere in the house. People’s voices and chatter carried all throughout the house, coming through the various rooms and clusters around. “Are you coming in to babysit me? Or, are you going to go back to your car to read the science of the mathematical phenomenon,” I looked up at him, offering my hand to him. I wasn’t exactly sure if that was a real book or not, but I wouldn’t put it past Spencer to read.

“I’m not babysitting you,” he corrected as he looked down at me with a disappointed look in his eye. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

“Are you going to come in and watch me drink and party and have fun, Professor… Or, are you going to go back to your car and read your silly little book,” I looked down at my hand, silently telling him to take my hand and come in with me.

“I, uh, I don’t think it’s exactly in the rules for a professor to party, let alone drink, with their students,” Spencer spoke before looking down at my hand. I dropped my shoulders and looked up at him.

“Fine then… Suit yourself,” I turned around and basically skipped into the house, leaving the door open for him. I made my way towards the loud kitchen and grabbed for a cup and bottle of whatever booze was nearby. I blindly grabbed for a bottle of Grey Goose and dumped it into the cup, no mixer, no chaser.

“First off,” Spencer’s voice came from beside me. I looked up at him and took a long sip of vodka. “You shouldn’t be taking drinks from people at a party,” he spoke, taking the cup from me. I looked up at him, then the bottle and a new cup. I was only a little annoyed that he took my drink.

“I… I’m young. I’m not dumb,” I grabbed a new cup and poured more vodka. I looked up at him and offered him a sip. “I know not to drink something given to me by someone I don’t know.” I scoffed before taking another long sip. I cringed a bit at how strong it was.

“Even then someone could slip something into a drink! Even if you did know them!” Spencer exclaimed, causing the surrounding people to turn and look at us. I dropped my shoulders as I looked up at him.

“If you look around, Spencer, you’re the only person that I know. So unless you’re the one slipping something into my drink… And, as an FBI agent… I don’t think you would,” I cocked my head to my shoulder. Spencer looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You have more to say,” I added before taking a sip of my drink.

"And, secondly, you're not as innocent as I had originally thought you were," he watched as I brought the cup of straight vodka to my lips. He looked rather unamused with my talent for drinking straight vodka.

"You thought I was innocent?" I asked, nearly sputtering the liquid with my laughter. "Please! I've never been innocent in my entire life!" I shouted over the music. He raised an eyebrow at my statement, and suddenly I had the greatest idea in the world. "But maybe, just for you, I'll be a good girl," I smiled before drinking the rest of my drink in one go. Spencer looked down at me, his lips pressed into a fine as he stared down at me. Ohh, that definitely awoken something in him. I bit back my smile with my offer. Innocent… He thinks I’m innocent. Ha! I honestly don’t remember the last time I was innocent. And, honestly, just for him… I’d be an innocent, good, little girl for Spencer Reid any day, every day even. “I can be your good, innocent little girl,” I smiled at him and cocked my head.

"I don't… I don't think that'd be… appropriate," he spoke, his words very quiet. We both knew that even though it was inappropriate, we both wanted it. We both knew what we wanted to.

I glanced at him before pouring more drink for myself. "You should learn to pace yourself," he stated and changed the subject. He nervously looked at the bottle of vodka and then around the room at all the other people drinking. Or, he was just looking for a drink that wasn’t booze. Did he actually want to keep me safe, or was I just overreading him?

"It's a college party, Professor! I'm not going to pace myself!" I shouted just to get his attention back to me. His head shot back down to me. The level of concern on his face only made me feel a little bad, mostly because he was concerned for me. But, he should know… This is a college party. “Do you want some?” I asked, offering my drink to him again. I held it up to him, close to his lips. His face twisted up as soon as the scent of pure vodka hit his nose.

“No, no thanks,” he held up at hand to block the cup from his face. I pouted before bringing it to my lips. “Do you usually come to parties,” he asked, his eyes darting around the room. Part of me wondered if he wanted to continue that question with “Like this?” But, I was too busy keeping my eyes on his face, rather than looking around the room like he was. Although, I’m sure he was used to keeping an eye on his surroundings. I’ve never been too worried about it, I probably should… But hey, you only live once. Going to college parties with your 38-year-old professor, and drinking straight vodka, and not really caring about your surroundings proves my point of YOLO.

“If I don’t have class or anything to study for… Yep,” I looked up at him with a sneaky smile. The joke with that was his particular class had a test coming up soon, and I should be studying for it. He knew that too because he just announced the test this morning. Although, he did come to my home, to help me with said test. “But, I wouldn't show up to his class hungover. It’d disappoint him too much. And, he’d care too much about me to even focus on the rest of the class,” I spoke, answering the questions he was thinking. It’s not like I’ve shown up to classes hungover before. Granted, I’ve never shown up to his class drunk or hungover. Mostly because I didn’t want to disappoint him, and only him. Anyone and everyone else can go blow themselves.

“How do you know that?” Spencer asked, looking back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I smiled and stepped closer to him.

“How do I know what?” I cocked my head to my shoulder. I already knew what he meant by his question, but… I think teasing him and messing with him is fun. And, he knew that too.

“How do you know that you’d disappoint him?” he looked down at me, pressing his chin to his chest to get a better look at me. His hands were away from me, even though I really wanted his hands anywhere on me. I looked over at my hand and the cup I held before bringing it to my lips. I took a long sip, trying to finish the contents in one go. I tossed the cup over my shoulder and looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Because being hungover, with the slight possibility of still being drunk, would totally disappoint him… And I would hate to disappoint him.” I whispered and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me with something in his eyes, and I loved the way he looked at me. “I told you, Professor, I’d be a good girl for you,” I cocked my head to my shoulder and smiled, “And only for you,”

“You’re drunk,” he pointed out an obvious fake statement. So, I cackled and shook my head.

“I had one drink,” I scoffed and waved off my in the air, “Most definitely not enough to get me drunk,” I flattened his tie out before gripping it tightly, “Like I said, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” I smiled before dropping my hand from his tie, “So, why would I show up to your class… Hungover…? I know you’d care… And I know it’d disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want to do to you,”

Spencer’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. He quickly looked between me and the room, then back at me, then around the room. I faked a yawn before looking away from him.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay, Professor?” I smoothed out his jacket before turning and leaving him alone in the kitchen. I smiled as I skipped away from him, my skirt swishing with my movement. I secretly hoped he’d follow me. But, a quick glance over my shoulder told me he was still in the kitchen.

However, when I finished my business and left the bathroom, Spencer was leaning against the wall right beside the door. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Follow me,” he muttered, grasping my wrist and pulling me down the various halls and past multiple groups of people. I giggled the harder his grasp grew on me and the faster he moved. I’m happy people were too busy with themselves to notice a 30-something-year-old man was dragging a 20-something-year-old girl down the hall, to which I can assume was one of the only open bedrooms. Fuck… I hope it's a bedroom.

He was a man on a mission. Not letting anyone get in his way. The smile that grew on my lips was pure excitement. I couldn’t help it. I’m sure we’re both getting what we wanted… I hope.

I let out an excited yelp when he shoved me into, exactly what I thought, an empty bedroom. I’m surprised he knew that there’d be an empty room. Most of them are occupied, with couples (or more) doing exactly what I hope we’re about to do. Which was fuck each other.

Spencer slammed the door shut, and quickly locked it before pushing me against it. I looked up at him and giggled like a fucking kid in a candy store. Again, I couldn’t help it.

Spencer was quiet, which led me to be quiet. The air in between us quickly grew hot and tense and thick. I really wanted this to move faster, but I wanted him to be the one in charge. I was willing to let this be slow and let him be in charge. So, when he grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, I smiled so hard my cheeks began to hurt.

“Tell me what you want,” Spencer’s voice was low and deep as he moved close to me. There was little to no space between us. Which left little to the imagination, for me anyway.

I looked up at him, with the biggest doe eyes I could muster, silently telling him that I wanted the most, in the entire world, was to be on my knees, with his hand tangled in my hair, and his cock down my throat, or to be fucked so hard that I won’t be able to sit properly for several days. But, I couldn’t be that blunt. You gotta play up to that moment before you get it. I’m sure in the end though, I’ll get both things.

I swallowed roughly, trying to think of what to say, because, like I said, I can’t just be blunt yet. So, when I opened my mouth and words just came out, I was pleasantly surprised with what was said. “You’re old enough to be my father, Professor,” I smiled at him as he pinned me against the door. He pressed his hips against mine to keep me against the surface. I could feel a large bulge against my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. “Does that mean I get to call you daddy,” I whispered as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He is the one who said I could call him whatever I wanted… And he did just ask me what I wanted, and I guess I wanted to call him ‘Daddy’. There was no guessing about him.

Okay, he wasn't exactly old enough to be my father. But he was a lot older than me. Most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with men 15 years older than them… and most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with their professor… I just wanted an excuse to call him 'Daddy'. And he knew that too. So, if we gave each other an excuse for that to happen, then that was all I needed.

I dropped my head to my shoulder to allow him to attack the space on my neck. He dragged his nose across my jawbone before stilling. His lips were just over my neck. As his breathing got heavier, it tickled across my skin.

“That does have a nice ring to it,” Spencer hummed as he dropped my hands and stepped away from me. I swallowed roughly as I stared at him. I missed having his body pressed against mine, and he knew that.

I looked at him as I brought my hands to his belt. "I thought you said this wasn't appropriate, Daddy," I whispered as I quickly undid the belt buckle, without looking. I almost couldn’t move fast enough to unbutton and zip his pants. If he wanted me to stop, he would have stopped me by now. “Can I?” I looked up at him, a plea in my eyes.

"You've changed my mind," he muttered, watching me with such close intent, “God, please keep going,” he spoke like if I did stop now he’d probably die. I looked up at him as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He hissed as my fingers brushed against his cock. A small smile grew on my lips.

“Didn’t take much convincing,” I smiled as my fingers wrapped around him. A small groan fell from his lips as I looked up at him. When I pulled my hand away from him not even a moment later, he looked down at me with an alarmed expression on his face. I quickly spat on my palm before sticking my hand down his pants. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” I whispered as I slowly stroked up and down his length. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

“I’ve wanted this since you stepped foot in my classroom,” his voice was low and gravely as he spoke. My breathing picked up a little bit as I looked up at him.

Okay… Maybe he did know how long I’ve wanted this. Because I also wanted this the second I stepped into his lecture hall. I wanted his cock in my hands and his hand around my throat. It only took-what, five months for this? I’ll make it worth the wait.

“Does that feel good,” I whispered, carefully picking up speed and adding the slightest bit of pressure in my grip. Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed roughly and nodded. I smiled before pulling my hand away from him, again. I slowly lowered to my knees and kept my eyes on his face.

Spencer looked down at him as he gently pushed his fingers through my hair. His fingers gripping hard on my roots before pulling hard. I smiled before very slowly pulling down his slacks and boxers in one go. I was only a little bit intimidated by his size, but the excitement I felt went straight to my core.

I took a deep breath and swallowed roughly before looking up at him. My mouth fell open, and my tongue stuck out, silently telling him that it was okay. Although I don’t really know why I was telling him that it was okay, we both knew what we wanted, and it was only going to take me doing one thing.

I made eye contact with him as I ran my tongue on the side of his cock. Our eye contact didn’t last long, mostly because he let out a moan and dropped his head back. I smiled as I licked across his tip. A sweet and salty taste was on my tongue.

My jaw fell slack as I carefully took his length into my mouth. I closed my lips around him before slowly bobbing my head, with my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. I wrapped a hand around what wouldn’t fit into my mouth. And wrapped my free arm around his leg for support.

The sounds of his moans and grunts filled the mostly quiet room. Music, although muffled through the walls and door, could still be heard from outside of our own world behind the door and four walls.

“You were right,” he struggled to speak through groans, “You aren’t as innocent as I thought,” Spencer's hand had a rough hold in my hair as he held me against him. His cock was penetrating my throat, and breathing was beginning to get difficult. My eyes grew wet and tears grew in the corners of my eyes.

“You’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me as the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if my makeup started smudging and I looked like an adolescent raccoon. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he struggled to let out a coo, before moving his hips closer to my face.

Everything about this moment, his hand in my hair, the sounds he was making, the way he smelled, being here… Was intoxicating. I’d give anything to be in this moment again. And I’d give anything to get this moment sooner.

My knees would hate me in the morning, I just know it. I could already sense the dreaded carpet burn before he even started. But, in all honesty, it’d be worth it. Walking into class tomorrow morning, with bruises and day-old wounds on my knees, just to see his expression.

As I began to pick up pace, the sounds Spencer was making started to become more urgent, easily telling me he was close. But, before he could finish, I pulled away from him, crashing into the wall to get away from his grasp. He looked down at me with a mild frustration on his face. I smiled before wiping my chin clean of spit.

“I guess chivalry is dead. Whatever happened to ladies first?” I asked, my voice a rasp from how raw my throat was. I looked up at him, feeling a certain level of sass grow in my smile. Spencer quickly tucked himself back into his pants before grabbing my hand.

“Come on, on your feet,” he muttered as he pulled me back up to a standing position. I nearly toppled over into him if he didn’t hold me upright. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Bed… Now?” I whispered, my tone showing how urgent I was. It’s not that I wanted this over with, it's that I wanted everything to happen to me all at once, and I wanted it to last for a long time.

Spencer nodded before cupping my face in his hands. He was harsh when he pressed his lips to mine, like his life depended on it, if he did kiss me now the world would end. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started guiding me towards the bed. And when the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs, he pushed me back onto it. I quickly moved so my head was resting on the pillows. Spencer was quick to take his cardigan off and be over me.

“You’re not going to fail me, are you,” I joked as he quickly started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. He lifted his head and looked down at me with confusion on his face. “If I’m a bad fuck,”

“If you ask that again, or bring up class while we’re doing this… Then yes,” he muttered as he looked at me. I laughed as I pushed my fingers through his hair.

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed as I pulled him down to kiss him, again. One of his hands landed on top of my breast, carefully kneading it, causing me to moan into his mouth.

His hand slowly drifted away from my chest. I pressed my head into the pillow and looked up at him with a smirk. He carefully dragged his fingers up from my chest to the base of my neck, causing me to let out a shaky gasp. I wanted fingers and a hand around my neck, carefully cutting off my airway just right. Suddenly, I never wanted something so badly in my life. Something dark flashed in his eyes as he looked down at me like he knew what I was about to say.

“Do it… I fucking dare you,” I muttered, placing both my hands around his wrist. My nose twitched as I stared at him. “I said fucking do it,” I spat, pushing his hand down more onto my neck. My words slowly got cut off as the pressure in his hand and fingers tightened around my neck. A moan struggled to escape me, but did eventually fall from my lips. He seemed pretty happy with that.

“Is that good,” his voice was a growl. I looked at him and moaned.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice growing raspier the more I spoke. He smirked before allowing his grip to tighten. His other hand was still sitting on top of my hips, and I could tell where he wanted to put it. I’d be a dirty, rotten liar if I didn’t want his hand up my skirt. In fact, I’d love it if he did more than just his hand.

Spencer swallowed roughly before finally sneaking a hand up my skirt and resting it on my underwear. My grip around his wrist got tighter as he pushed past my underwear and past my folds. My eyes fluttered closed as another moan was strangled in my throat.

“You’re so wet,” he purred as he slowly moved a finger around my clit. I looked up at him, as I struggled to swallow roughly. A dark smirk grew on his lips as he watched me struggle for a moment. “Does that feel good,” he asked, mildly mocking me from earlier. His movements picked up speed just a little bit, and my body reacted, well tried to react.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me. His pupils were so blown I could nearly see my reflection in them. “Another thing you were right about,” he whispered as he slipped a finger into my entrance, and curled it just right. My vision slowly blurred before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Another moan struggled to escape my throat as Spencer added a second finger.

My body was on autopilot as I lifted my hand and hit his wrist a few times, telling him that I desperately needed to breathe. When I reopened my eyes, I looked up at him a moment before he removed his hand from my neck. Worry and concern flashed in his eyes as I breathed. Air burned like fire in my lungs as I took a deep breath. As I exhaled a loud moan followed behind, easily telling Spencer and I that I had reached my first orgasm of the night. I just hope there will be more...

“You did such a good job, Princess,” Spencer whispered as he looked down at me. With his free hand, he brushed the tears away from my cheeks. He carefully withdrew his hand from between my legs and held them up to his face. He looked at them for a moment before placing them in his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. I took a shaky breath and nodded.

He very sloppily pressed his lips to mine, then on the corner of my lips, and down my jaw, and neck. With one quick movement, a loud rip filled the room, as he tore my shirt off my body. I looked up at him with shock in my eyes. To be fair, that shirt was flimsy, to begin with. I was more worried about leaving my chest so exposed as we left the party.

“Oh, I’ll give you my sweater,” Spencer muttered before attacking my neck and then down to my collarbones, and over my breasts. I gasped as he wrapped his lips around a nipple.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I whimpered as I shifted under him. I brought my hands back up to his hair, tangling my fingers in the hairs on his neck. When he sensed that I was growing restless (even though he just started), he quickly left wet kisses down the rest of my body

“I like the way that sounds coming from your mouth,” he whispered once he was in between my legs. I looked down at him just as he looked up at me. “Good on your end for wearing such a short skirt,” he smiled before pressing his lips to my inner thigh. A shaky breath tumbled from my lips as I looked at him. “Makes for easier access,” he added before going higher up on my leg.

“You’re not going fast enough,” I whined as he just kept kissing, or licking, or rubbing my inner thighs. It was honestly getting annoying. I kind of felt bad for him. Considering I’ve already cum once, and I got him close but didn’t let him finish.

“I’m not going fast enough?” Spencer looked up at me. I shot him a scowl as I shifted slightly on the bed. Spencer looked back down the apex of my legs before looping two fingers around the band of my underwear. As soon as I lifted my hips, he pulled my underwear off my body and chucked them to the ground beside the bed. “How’s this for fast enough,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before licking between my folds. A breath of air got caught in my lungs as my hands found their way to his hair, my fingers getting knotted up in his roots.

“Mhm, Spencer,” I gasped, rolling my hips up at him. He hummed, sending vibrations straight to my core. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his back as my own back arched.

“Ohh, Daddy, please don’t stop,” I cried, pressing my head into the pillow beneath my head. My fingers pulled hard on his hair, pulling him closer to me. He hummed again as he pushed two fingers back into my entrance. My grip in his hair tightened, and I could feel my grip wanting to loosen.

My breathing picked up as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. And all I could say was his name, and the suddenly loved nickname I had for him. He seemed to appreciate my reaction too, because he worked faster. Messy and wet sounds, mixed with my breathy moans and calls of his name filled the room, and my end was near.

“Fuck,” I shouted as I finally came undone. I could sense if I didn’t pull him away, he’d keep going, and going till I couldn’t take it anymore. And, honestly, that sounds great, but I think that’s for next time. I wanted him in me now. “Spencer, Spencer,” I cried as I tried to pull his head away, but failed so hard.

“Nuh huh,” he hummed, looking up at me. I took a deep breath and pressed my head into the pillow beneath me and threw an arm over my face. “Please, Spencer,” I cried as I bucked my hips at him, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. He was going faster than before and was clearly trying to work me to the end faster too. It was hard to breathe, and speak because my words would just get stuck in my throat.

Although, when I did cum, again, for the third time tonight, Spencer did move away from my legs. He knelt between them, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. My body was shaking lightly as I tried to come down from my high.

“Please,” I whispered, lifting a hand up, trying to reach for his tie. He looked down at me with a smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I spoke. I could feel my voice becoming a little whiney. Spencer moved so he was hovering over me, his fingers gently brushing hair away from my face.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he whispered cupping my face in his hand. I looked up at his face, admiring his lips, and eyes, and nose, and the way his lips had a sheen from when he licked them clean and whatever was leftover from when he was eating me out.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, begged. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine for a moment. He sat up away from me to remove his sweater and shirt. My head was spinning from excitement, I didn’t even notice that he was totally undressed.

Spencer was back between my legs, looking down at me like I truly belonged right here. Or, like I was his to fuck with. Either way it was a good feeling.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice so low that I could hardly hear it over the bass of the loud music. I rapidly nodded my head, worried my answer was the wrong one. But it wasn’t. I desperately wanted this. Needed. I needed this.

Spencer hovered over me before putting an opened mouth kiss on my lips. I could hardly breathe as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit and entrance. I could feel a moan getting caught in the middle of my throat, my body not being about to handle anymore teasing. Until, he very slowly pushed into me.

“Oh, good girl,” he repeated. Those two words, constantly coming off his tongue. Making me feel good. The praise that I hadn’t heard in such a long time, that I longed for. Part of me wondered if he knew I wanted it. “Has someone not been taking care of you?” he asked, looking down at me. I stared at him, not trusting my own voice. My mind was too distracted with the way I felt, light and airy but at the same time full. So I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered and kept shaking my head. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you now. I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled before moving his hips. It took him a moment to get a perfect rhythm. He lips attached to different spots on my neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“Spencer,” I whispered as I moved my head closer to my shoulder to let him have more space.

“You feel so good,” he grunted as he moved his hips so he was deeper in me, “You feel so good, and you’re all mine,” he pressed his forehead to mine as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me closer up to him. My breathing got deep, my chest heaving with each breath I took. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to my face.

“Oh, be quiet,” I whispered before putting my lips on his. He smiled before passing his tongue between my lips. A moan fell from my lips, which he seemed to enjoy… Considering it was probably just music to his ears.

“I’ll only be quiet if you keep making those little noises,” he muttered against my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He smiled again as I knotted my fingers in the hair on the back of his head.

“Faster,” I breathed out, keeping my eyes on him. Spencer laughed lightly as he picked up the speed. My hips bucked with his, meeting at the right points. “Please,” I whimpered as I threw my head back more into the pillow. He pulled his arm away from my back and brought his hand between our legs, where we met.

“It’s okay, Little Girl,” Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to the side of my face. I let out a shaky breah and arched my body into his. I couldn’t believe how good I felt. I almost wasn’t sure if it was fair that my professor was better in bed than other men my age. He was more experienced, to be fair. “You can finish, it’s okay,” he kept his voice low. It almost sounded like he was giving me permission.

I nodded my head, breathing heavily through my nose. “Mmm, Spencer,” I moaned, loudy, as my walls fluttered around him and my release came. And a few moments later, Spencer thrusted deep into me with a grunt, filling me with his essence. His body collapsed on top of me whence he finished.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers still tangled in his hair. My limbs were sore and shaking slightly from the rough movements. Spencer laughed lightly, agreeing with my statement. “We can’t sleep here,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ceiling above us. I wished we could just sleep here, mostly because I was exhausted after everything we did.

“I know,” Spencer replied as he slowly moved off and away from me. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You’re messy now,” he muttered as he basically tumbled off the bed. I quickly sat up, just to make sure he was okay. Although I was happy he was okay, I quickly regretted moving as fast as I did.

“Your sweater,” I mumbled, reaching out towards where his sweater was lying. He looked down at it before picking it up to hand to me. He also grabbed a fistful of tissues and moved to between my legs, again. “Just give me your boxers,” I looked at him as he wiped the insides of my thighs clean. He looked back up at me, still cleaning my legs.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he spoke as he tossed the dirty tissues to the trash. He grabbed his slacks and boxers, tossing me his boxers. I slipped them on under my skirt, and then slipped his sweater on.

“I’d hope so,” I whispered as I stood up. My body wobbled for a second, nearly falling over, before I caught my balance. Spencer looked back at me, looking at how fucked I looked. I mean, I probably looked about the same as him.

“I’d given you a ride home either way,” he said as he redressed. I looked at him with confusion on my face. Either way? So even if we hadn’t had sex, he would have given me a ride. I asked him and he said yes. So I would hope he’d given me a ride, even if we didn’t fuck.

Once we were both ready to leave this stupid party, that I didn’t even enjoy (well, I did, I was just in a different world), or was even invited to, we walked out. It was as easy as pie. And, since no one really knew either of us were here, I won’t be known as the girl who fucked the professor.

The drive home was quiet. Like, even quieter than the drive here. He didn’t even have the music playing. I wondered if it was my fault, if he was regretting what we had done. If I had known he’d be so regretful, I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck him. But, I guess its too late now.

When I looked out the window, I realized we were parked outside my apartment building. I looked down at my attire and looked back at Spencer.

“Thanks… Thanks for the ride… And thanks for the sweater. I’ll be sure to give it back to you… Eventually,” I looked up at Spencer as I pulled the door open to leave.

“See you Thursday,” he nodded at me. I looked at him before slamming the door shut. I scoffed before turning to walk up to my home. I couldn’t want to sleep.

{***}{***}{***}

Two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer and I fucked. Okay, not too bad. I don’t regret it, and I’m not afraid to say that. However, I think he might be regretting it. Considering he’d been nothing but ignoring me since the night of the par-Well, I wouldn’t say ignoring me since then. He did fuck me in his office the following Thursday. But, it’s still been two weeks since he last said anything to me. Fuck, I’ve never been so mad.

“Good morning, Professor Reid,” I looked at him as I skipped into his lecture hall. I heard his words begin to greet me back, but fail when he saw what I was wearing. “Best get to my seat. Excited for today’s lesson,” I readjusted the cardigan that hung off my shoulders before turning to go to my seat.

I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I walked away from him. Or, was he staring at my ass. Most likely my ass. It was my ass he was staring at. I was wearing a fairly short skirt, so that’s on me. But, I’d do anything to get his attention today. And it would appear I have gotten it.

His lesson wasn’t actually anything important. It was just revision for the test coming up soon. But, it was obvious he had other things on his mind, and I was very clearly one of them. It was honestly a little distracting if I’m going to be honest.

So, I was happy when he called the end of class 5 minutes early. Although that excitement was gone the second he called my name to the front to talk. I looked at the ground as I stood by his desk, waiting for the very last person to leave so Spencer and I could have our moment alone.

“What are you doing wearing that?” Spencer asked as soon as it was just us. I tried to ignore the fact that he was trying to take the sweater off me, and made my shoulders drop.

“What? This old thing?” I asked, pulling the cardigan that he let me wear around my body. I looked back at him and smiled. He was not smiling. “You gave it to me,” I scoffed, letting him take it off me without a fight. I watched as he folded it over the back of the chair before turning to face me.

“I gave it to you so your,” his words began to get jumbled up as he gestured to my boobs, “So you weren’t exposed in front of any-”

“So no one would see what belonged to you?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. Spencer looked down at me, a flabbergasted look on his face. I smiled and cocked my head to my shoulder.

“I… I never said that,” Spencer shook his head.

“Yeah, but you thought it,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Spencer looked down at me. I could tell that he was trying to be the one in charge, kinda like how he was the other night. But it was so, so clear that he couldn’t be in charge. That he wouldn’t be in charge now. That this was just embarrassing to him. Maybe that’s just how our dynamic would work. Out in public, I was the loud one, the one who made everyone think that I was in charge in the bedroom. And, Spencer, in public, was the quiet, shy, nervous one, who was clearly submissive in bed. But in actuality, he was telling me what to do, when and when I can’t cum.

“Why were you wearing that?” he asked again, his voice pulling me from my very dirty thoughts. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Because you were ignoring me! I needed to get your attention somehow! And then I remembered I still had that,” I smiled at him. I wished I still had his sweater on, because it was actually quite cozy and warm. The look he gave me made me drop my shoulders, suddenly feeling ashamed about the current situation. So, I stared at him, feeling annoyed. More annoyed than I have over the last two weeks. “Do you regret it?” I finally asked, not really knowing if he’d be mad with my question.

“Pardon me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “It’s not that I regret it-”

“So you do,” I looked back up at him and dropped my shoulders again. Before Spencer got the chance to say anything, I cut him off, “Oh please, you loved shoving your tongue, and cock, down my throat,” I scoffed before looking at him. The expression on his face flinched slightly as he looked back at me from behind the desk. “I get to… I get to be your good, little girl, your princess for, what, a week? A day? 12 hours? Whenever the fuck you want... And I’m supposed to go back to normal life the next day? And… And pretend that nothing happened!” I stared at him and shook my head. Spencer looked over at the door and back at me. “Thinking it’ll never happen again!” I shouted. I didn’t mean to shout, honest. But I was starting to get angry. He made me feel something like I belonged to someone. And now I don’t feel like that.

“Will you stop talking for a second,” he muttered before stepping away from me and his desk. He walked over to the door and shut it. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as he walked back over to me. “I never said you had to pretend as if nothing happened. And I never said that I regret it,” he spoke in a harsh whisper. I looked at him with mild irritation on my face.

“It sure fucking felt like it,” I spat at him.

“You’re all I think about… Christ, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that. I never said you had to forget everything… Because I’ve been having a hard time forgetting it myself.” He looked up at me. I almost refused to look at him, but his voice was so soft that I had to look at him. “I never expected you to forget,” he added.

“Then why are you acting like it didn’t happen,” I stared at him before swallowing roughly, “You made me feel like I was wanted, that I belonged somewhere, with someone,” I spoke as I stepped closer to him. It was only a little bit closer to him, not as much as I wanted. But he stepped closer to me, making it so we were the closest we had been all day, in one large step. "You remind me of home," I added in a whisper. Spencer smiled and cocked his head to his shoulder.

“You do belong somewhere,” he whispered, resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling my heart pick up speed, and butterflies appear in my tummy. “And that somewhere is with me,” he brought at hand to my cheek, allowing his thumb to rest on my lower lip. I looked up at him before he pressed his lips to mine.

I was honestly expecting him to say something else. I don’t know what. But I liked what he said, it made me feel really good. Like, I belonged with him, and nothing could change that.

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