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vintagepaulson · 8 months

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— and you’ll be my valentine

summary: cordelia surprises you on valentine's day, and for the first time, you don't feel so miserable for this holiday.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1100

You can't remember the last time you enjoyed Valentine's day. Possibly as a young child in school; when everyone would pass out candy to each other and the holiday was simply showing love for your friends. After that, it became dreadful. When you would watch your friends carry teddy bears and chocolates that their boyfriend bought them.

You were never into the whole boyfriend thing.

The previous Valentine's day, you spent crying in your room because you wanted Cordelia so bad, yet you didn't have enough confidence to ask her to be yours. Now, you had your girl. Now, this holiday couldn't possibly be so upsetting and lonely.

When you woke up this morning, it felt like every other day. And you loved it. You love waking up, smelling the sweet scent of the woman holding you. Just the two of you sharing a moment of peace and serenity. Feeling and loving one another.

Nevertheless, you knew Cordelia had something up her sleeve because she disappeared for nearly the entire day. When you walked outside to make way to the greenhouse, there was Zoe who directed you elsewhere. She's in on it too.

You hate surprises. You get impatient and just want to be in the know.

But as dawn eventually reached dusk, there was a smiley Cordelia patting her way into the room you both shared. You looked up and just at the sight of you sitting on the bed, Cordelia bit her lip.

She climbed on the bed, straddling your lap. She was wearing a black, lacy blouse and her typical trousers. She always dressed nicely, but right now, she was trying to get your attention with the low cut of her shirt and her eyes foggy with lust.

"Hello, my sweet love," she said and her voice was low, raspy. She only ever sounded that way in the mornings or when she wanted more of you. She simply kissed your lips and then moved back like she wanted to get you bothered.

"Hi, you," you finally said, and your hands were placed on her slim thighs that you just so desperately want to kiss right now. You slightly squeezed them and you swear you heard her breathing pattern falter for just a moment. "What have you been up to? I missed you all day."

"Mm, don't worry, baby. I'm going to make that up to you tonight." She leaned in again and her soft blonde hair skimmed your neck in the slightest. Still, goosebumps make themselves visible on your arms. "You'll just have to come and see what i've been doing."

She got back on her feet and god it felt freezing without her body warming you up. Or maybe it was the mere fact that you were so flustered under her gaze that your body had decided to ignite some fire inside of you.

She turned back to you and winked, but after that, she was gone with the wind. You looked around the room, trying to see if she was simply just tricking you. But she really was gone.

You stood up and decided to make your way to the place you've been banned from all day; the greenhouse. You walked in, the door was finally unlocked. What you saw nearly brought tears to your eyes.

The room was dim, illuminated with candles and the moonlight shining through the ceiling window. There were fairy lights hung against the walls, vining through plants. But most importantly, Cordelia was in the center on the room, sitting on a red blanket on the floor. Rose pedals, candy, and wine surrounded her.

She sat there smiling, waiting for her girl. "Like it?" She asked and leaned back on her palms. You bit down on your lip to keep it from trembling, nodding slowly.

"Delia...I love it. You did all of this for me?" You moved forward and took a seat beside her on the blanket. Your voice shook with emotion and Cordelia's arms wrapped around you so you wouldn't fall apart.

"Of course I did. I would do anything for you, my pretty love." Her lips moved against your temple as she spoke. You looked up at her and your lips aligned with hers. You tried to push her back, to deepen it, but instead she placed her palm against your chest. "Later, baby," she winked at you again.

You huffed at her and picked up your glass of red wine instead. "I love it. I love you. You're amazing."

"I love you too. I hope this is a better Valentine's than spending it crying?" A mere smirk appeared on her face and you knew she was teasing you.

"How do you know that?" You gasped, and tried to seem serious but your own laughed and blush had completely betrayed you.

A flirtatious grin grew on her face and she crawled closer to you. She now was only inches away and, god, you didn't not want to wait until later. "I know everything. I'm the supreme, baby."

You could not hold yourself back. You went to lean in but was halted by something being put in your hands. You raised a single eyebrow and looked down at the candy heart that she gave you. Be mine, it read, and you laughed at the cliche-ness of it.

You reached behind her to grab the box of conversation hearts. You picked one up and put it on your tongue before sticking it out at Cordelia. She giggled at you. "You're cuter," your girlfriend said, in response to the quote on your tongue.

She took the box and did the exact same as you. This one read kiss me, and you took that as the perfect opportunity to do so. You moved your face closer to her and finally took the older woman's tongue in your mouth as you deeply kiss her.

The candy heart somehow ended up in your mouth but you didn't mind it. You were too occupied to deal with spitting it out right now. You pushed her back against the soft blanket until she was laying down. She didn't stop you this time.

A fistful of your hair was caught up in Cordelia's hands. You didn't know if the wine you were tasting was hers or your own. Your knee pressed against her core and she elicited a needy moan into your mouth. It ignited something warm in the pit of your stomach.

You leaned above her on your hands, She nearly whimpered when her lips were left without the warmth of yours. You looked down at the beautiful woman squirming beneath you, her eyes only filled with love and lust. You knew, in this moment, that you would never cry on Valentine's day again.

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Love Me Tender

A/N: a little 3.5K with Billie x Audrey and R

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I will never get tired of Sarah Paulson 🥺💕

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i’ll always keep you safe, my love

requested by @loverofallthingssarah: “reader is a teacher that works at the school diane subs for. diane and reader grow close the more diane teaches at the school. reader asks diane out but diane is scared/reluctant to accept. somehow diane's mom comes down to visit and reader can see the kind of toxicity that diane was raised in and decides to not give up on diane so she'll know what real love is.”

pairing: diane sherman x reader

word count: 5700

warning: abusive/drug addict mother

Monday 10:17 AM

"Okay class, today we are going to-" You were interrupted by a knock at the door. It wasn’t unusual for your class though. You had always been the fun, loving teacher that everyone skips their own class to go to. It’s what you made sure to be.

One of your students quickly shot up to get the door but before he could reach it, you had shooed him away. "It's okay. I got it." Something had told you to open the door yourself. You always listened to those weird callings in your head.

He sat back down while you opened the door.

A woman. A teacher you'd never seen before stood there. Auburn hair and glistening eyes. She was so fucking pretty. If you weren’t in school then hell, you would've asked for her number.

"Uh h-hi. I'm Diane Sherman. I'm subbing for the class next to you. It's my first day at this school and i'm having a little difficultly with the smart board. Do you mind helping me real quick?" Diane explained. She seemed so nervous. It made you heart tear just a little. You remember your own first day.

"Of course!" You said and smiled when you could see the relief on her face and her shoulders relax. She smiled back at you.

"I'll be right back, guys. I'll only be a second so don't destroy the place!" You teased and walked out of the room behind Diane.

With her jeans hugging her small curves so perfectly, you could help but catch a glimpse of her as-

"Miss y/l/n!" some of the students in Diane's class cheered. You couldn't lie, it felt nice to be a very known and liked teacher. You were never that when you were in school.

You could hear Diane's chuckle. It made your heart melt. God damn, you have to contain yourself in a school setting. It's just not appropriate.

"Well liked I see" Diane stated the obvious. She didn't take her eyes off her laptop screen as she logged in but you could still see her smile from the side. "Ohhh possibly" you crossed your arms up to your chest and looked down. Suddenly there was a deep red hue on your cheeks.

"So" the redhead started "I can't get the laptop to hookup to the smart board. None of the kids could figure it out either."

You walked closer to the laptop. Closer to Diane.

She stood up so you could get a better look. A part of you wished she stayed. The closer you got, the more warmth radiated off of her, onto you. The more your heart melted.

"That's weird. I'm gonna reset it, that usually helps."

And Diane watched your every movement. She watched closely to what you were doing. But she really wasn't looking at the screen, you could feel her eyes on you. For a moment, you forgot that there was a class in front of you.

Minutes later and you finally got it hooked up. You felt sort of special that you got to fix one of Diane's problems. It made you feel all giddy even if it was just a simple fix.

"Thank you so much" Diane said. You didn't want to leave. But you had a class to get back to. God, you wished that this was your free block.

"Of course, Di-Miss Sherman. You know where to find me if you have anymore issues." And you winked at her. You winked at her. Something in your blood had sparked that confidence in you.

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12:09 PM

You were sitting in your room for your lunch break. As nice as it would be to have social interactions with the other teachers, you liked your peace and quiet after the commotion all day. You never really were a social person anyways. You didn't have many friends, especially not teacher friends.

You heard a knock at you door. You figured it would be one of the kids that always come in your room during lunch. It was always either the ones who couldn't sit it the lunch room because it was too much for them or, the loud ones who just want to talk to you.

"Come in" You said as nicely as possible. Today you just didn't feel like being bothered.

Until it was she that walked in. Diane. And suddenly your desire to be alone was no longer.

"Diane!" you said and wiped the corner of your mouth, hoping that there wasn't food in your teeth as well.

"Hi uh…” Diane struggled.

"Y/n. It's y/n. Sorry I never introduced myself" you chuckled and Diane joined in. You could see her cheeks had a deep shade of red.

"Y/n? Such a pretty name" She said and you were the blushing mess now.

"Oh Diane, thank you. Dont flatter me." You looked down, trying to hide the red hue on your cheeks. She got you all flustered and you really hoped and prayed that she wouldn't need you for the rest of the day; you couldn't handle how you melted under her gaze and simple compliments.

Silence fills up the room for a moment and then all you can hear is her shoes tapping against the floor, walking towards you.

The sound got closer and closer to your desk, it practically forced you to look back up.

"Um, I was wondering if I could have lunch with you?" Diane shifted on her feet. You didn't answer her but only because you really forgot to. "If you're not busy" insecurity suddenly took over Diane. You felt bad that you've just been staring like she asked the most obscured question.

"Of course! I would love that!" You said quickly. You pulled out another chair that was behind your desk. Diane sat in it and you didn't realize how close she put the chair until her knee bump into yours. She, nor yourself moved anyways.

"So" you tried to break the awkward silence although you were sure she was in her head just as much as you were. "You're going to be subbing that class for the entire week, I heard."

"I am" she said and you noticed how she started to feel more at ease. You smiled at that. "I guess we'll be classroom neighbors for the rest of the week" you both chuckled. That awkward stage in relationships, platonic or romantic; you hated it.

"So I guess I want to know a little bit about you" You smiled and she shook her head, looking down at her lap. "There is nothing interesting about me, seriously."

"Oh come on, Diane. I'm sure there's one thing."

"Well...I live in the middle of nowhere. It literally takes me forty five minutes to get here. Um...I enjoy reading and I think that's it" Diane said.

"Do you have a partner or kids?" You really shouldn't have asked that. You regretted it when her face fell flat.

Her grip tightened on her cardigan, not angrily but almost as if she were about to cry. "M-my wife died a few years ago. She was in a terrible car accident. And my daughter she..she died at child birth" A few tears cascaded down her face. You fought the urge to wipe them away and hold her.

"Diane I-i'm so so sorry" you settle for putting your hand on her knee.

"No no, it's okay, really. Let's just-let's just forget about it. I want to know about you." She quickly swiped away her tears and placed a smile on her sullen face.

"Alright. I've been teaching for two years. It's practically my life; I don't have a partner or kid either. I work and sleep and repeat." Her face softens "I guess we aren't too different" she says.

"I guess not."

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Tuesday 10:48 AM

There was no school today. It was a holiday. You weren't sure which one. You never knew when those little holidays were. You were just glad that you got the day off.

You wouldn't be so happy if you weren't able to see Diane, though.

That's why you both planned to get coffee today, together. Yes, you've only known her for a single day but the conversation at lunch started to get so deep that you both continued it even walking out of school.

You were sitting at a local coffee shop -local for you but not so much for Diane. It was fairly empty so when you heard a bell chime, alerting the shop that the door had opened, you knew who it was.

"Diane!" You said and she gave you a hug. You've come to learn that she enjoyed physical contact with the ones she trusts. Luckily for her, you did too. Neither of you got enough of it.

"Hey y/n!" You both simultaneously pulled away. She observed your outfit as you did to her. "You look wonderful" Diane says before you could even compliment her. She gets flustered and almost melts like butter whenever someone's say something nice about her. With you, she knew it would be much more intense if you were to say anything so she tried to distract you.

You could feel her eyes on your body. And her eyes, they were like golden rays circling the eclipses and you thought you were going to melt under it's gaze.

"Oh Diane, thank you. But you...you look stunning." She was wearing a beige sundress, thankful for the nice weather that has been occurring.

"Thank you, honey" she looked down with that familiar red hue on her cheeks but all you could focus on was what she just addressed you by.

You both sit down and the waitress immediately takes your orders as if she has nothing better to do.

"So how is subbing Mr.C's class going? Are they good because I can have a talk with them if they're not treating you right" You smirked. She laughed at you.

"No they're fine. You know, they're twelfth graders so they just get they're work done and go on they're phones. Much better than when I tried subbing for a sixth grade class" Diane said, almost groaning at the memory.

"You subbed for sixth grade?" You asked with your eyebrows raised.

"Yes and it was awful! They couldn't listen if they're lives depended on it. And it was for almost the entire year because they're teacher was pregnant." Diane paused as the waitress came over with your coffees. You both said thank you and she continued "I can't blame them though. I guess it's hard for children to sit in a chair and listen to a teacher talk about boring stuff for an hour."

"And that is why I teach high schoolers" you said and she smiled at you "I feel you on that one."

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11:34 AM

Once you had payed the check -she had offered to pay but you refused- you really didn't want to part with her. You felt attached to this woman.

"Hey, Diane."

She looked up at you and your eyes locked. You almost forgot to speak "Do you maybe want to take a walk to the park or something?" You asked, tentatively. You then nervously bit your lip, so hard that you started to taste blood.

She probably has better things to do. But come to think of it, she has almost no one in her life. If she declines, you'll just overthink that she doesn't like you or want to spend time with you whatsoever.

"I would love that" she finally answered. It didn't take her long to respond. Almost as if she was waiting for you to ask.

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The park was only down the street. Unfortunately, not as empty as the coffee shop was but it was mostly children running around on the open field.

"It's so beautiful out today" Diane said, trying to make small talk. Change of scenery has clearly change the comfortableness. You felt tense and nervous again.

"It is, finally. I'm not a big fan of the winter.” Your shoulder brushed against Diane's. You almost stopped walking. Only a matter of time before your hands brushed together. You wouldn't be able to help yourself but grab her hand.

Compose yourself, y/n.

"Neither do I. The nice weather just makes me feel so...good and happy" She turned her head to you. You could feel your face heat up and it wasn't from the warm weather...of course you would use that as an excuse, though.

Within a few more steps, Diane brushed her hand against yours. It felt forced though. Not like she accidentally did it.

Before your knew it, she interlocked her hand with your own. You took a gulp that you were sure she could hear over the birds chirping and laughter of children.

She was still looking at you so you decided to turn your head to her as well. With her auburn hair blowing in the wind and her dress flowing in sync with it, you could've mistaken her as a god.

"You look so pretty" you blurted out, not entirely in the right mindset to know what you were saying but you were speaking with your heart and your heart was singing DianeDianeDiane, as if it were a mantra. You wanted to see her ravishing smile and you knew a compliment would do just that.

"Oh, you. Thank you." She was smiling with her teeth. You got Diane to give you a big teeth smile.

"You look really pretty too" She said. You were so overwhelmed with the warmth in your heart, it was like you got drunk off of Diane. You didn't care what you were saying in this moment, you were just speaking whatever you felt.

"But you...you look unreal. Like i've seen you in those magical fairytale children books" You wore a dopey smile that was rubbing off onto her.

"You're probably thinking of one of those gremlins" She she laughed lightly and you joined her. "Diane! No!" You hit her shoulder with the hand that wasn't in hers. "You're definitely one of those pretty fairies."

She looked down at her shoes, a blushing mess once again. "Noooo look back up at me. I want to see your pretty face." You were being bold. And you don't know exactly what got into you.

She let out another belly laugh as she obligated. It was like your favorite song; her laugh. And you didn't want to miss a single blink she took or a single twitch of her lip; you wanted to just observe her face like she was painting in a museum.

You both passed by a small stand in the middle of the park. It had balloons, teddy bears, t-shifts, anything that you would find in a souvenir shop.

You completely stopped in your tract and Diane looked at you, perplexed.

"Let me buy you something!" You said and sounded almost as excited as a small child in a toy store. "Y/n no! I don't need anything and you already bought me coffee" She tried to hide the giddy smile that was tugging at her lips. "It's fine Diane! I would spend my last penny on you. Let me get you a teddy bear, please?"

You didn't give her enough time to respond, you did it anyways.

I would spend my last penny on you, Diane thought and played that over and over in her head as she watched you pick out the perfect bear.

You came back only two minutes later. It was medium sized that you could fit in the simplest places, beige colored, and held a big red heart over its chest.

"For you!" You said, extending it out to her with both of your arms. "Y/n, you really didn't have to. But thank you, it's adorable" She grabbed the bear and put it under her arm with a big smile and red cheeks.

She grabbed your hand again and you both continued walking.

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Wednesday 7:24 AM

"I want to thank you for yesterday" You jumped at the sudden voice but immediately calmed down when recognized it. "Well good morning to you" You chuckled, she joined in with a big dopey smile.

"It was the most fun i've had in...a long time" Diane continue. You noticed her playing with the hem of her cardigan. "Of course Diane. I had a great time."

She unexpectedly took a chair and pulled it beside you. You still had around six minutes till the class started so you would honestly be ecstatic to spend the remaining time with Diane.

The one problem was that you started to feel extremely attached to Diane, especially after yesterday. You barely got rest last night because all you could think about was the pretty redhead.

"And I slept great with my bear. Thank you for that." You both laughed. "Did name him or her yet?" You asked. Childish but Diane found it adorable. "No but maybe I'll name it after you."

You looked down to find her hand on your clothed knee. Once again, the weather has got colder today. No more dresses, skirts, or shorts. Almost as if the universe planned yesterday for the both of you. The one warm day of the week.

"Oh would you?" You raised an eyebrow, feeling in a feisty mood. "Mhm" She said, catching on "Maybe y/n Sherman" and oh my god you almost choked on your own saliva. "T-That's sound really nice" no more feisty y/n. You were panicking now.

"It does."

And then the bell rang and Diane scurried off.

Holy shit. No doubt that that woman would be the death of you.

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Thursday 3:43 PM

The rest of Wednesday had successfully gone great. You managed to compose yourself during your usually lunch with Diane, the same with today.

You were going to say your goodbyes to Diane for the day but as you got to her 'classroom,' you realized that she had already left.

You frowned, hoping to see Diane's face just once more before you had to go back home to loneliness. You began to walk out.

Diane parked her car next to your own, on purpose and you even teased her about it. You thought it was adorable. But as you walked towards your car, you noticed Diane was still here.

Walking closer, you noticed a figure in the drivers seat. Immediately knowing it was Diane by the way the sun reflected the red color on her hair, onto the window.

Her hand was on her forehead and she looked distressed. You felt a pang of sadness in your heart.

You knocked the window and she jumped, putting her hand over her chest when she realized it was you.

She rolled down the window and there went the awkward silence as it rolled down as slow as possible.

"Are you alright there, Diane?" You asked and raised a single eyebrow at her.

"Yes. Well, no. Sort of." She sighed "my car broke down."

"Jesus, really. Didn't you tell me that you just bought this car last year?"

She nodded and you could tell by her expression that your choice of words were not helping. Your voice that she found so calming was but definitely not your choice of words.

"I wish this could be the part where I fix your car, but i'm not very handy with them" you shifted all your weight onto one leg. "How about I drive you home and you can have a tow truck come get it?"

She looked up at you with eyes that the sun made glisten. "Really?" She asked as if you just offered her millions and millions of dollars. She always acted extremely appreciative when you would offer the simplest things. Maybe she just didn't have a great upbringing, you always thought.

"Of course, hop in."

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4:56 PM

You arrived at Diane's house later than imagined with the expected after school traffic. You were honestly shocked, she wasn’t kidding when she said that she lives it the middle of nowhere. And for only her living there, it seem so roomy.

"Thank you, y/n. For driving me. For everything, actually" Diane said. Suddenly everything felt so quiet. And the little things felt so loud. Diane's breath, your own, the raindrops that started to fall from the sky and slowly get heavier. And your heart beat, you could hear that like a drum. But the world was so silent.

"It's really not big deal" you shook your head.

"It really is, y/n. I never had someone treat so...nice before." Your hearted shattered. How could someone possibly not treat Diane nice?

"Diane" You changed the subject. There was something on your mind the past view days. Although you just met Diane..."Um do you...do you want to go out with me. Like a date?"

She sudden stopped every movement. Every blink she took stopped and every breath paused. You curled your fingers around the hem of your shirt and bit your lip, cringing at the thought of rejection. But you had hope. It was like you were both leading each other on. It was completely obvious to any wandering eyes.

"I-" she completely froze. You looked up at her, watching as tears brew in her eyes. She was looking out the windshield but you could still see the sadness that suddenly appeared on her face.

Had you said something wrong?

"I can't. I'm sorry" She quickly gathered her stuff and stepped out of the car as quick as a breath.

"Diane wait!" You said but she wouldn't stop. "Diane!" You stepped out of the car in hopes that would get her attention. It did. She turned back with tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry Diane. Did I say something wrong? I thought-...I thought we really hit it off. I must've read everything wrong" You were near tears yourself.

"We did hit it off. I do like you, y/n. But I- I can't. You can't love me." She walked into her house before you could protest. You weren't going to chase her. You weren't like that.

How could you not love her? What could she possibly mean by it?

That night you went home. You couldn't stop crying, you thought you might drown in your own tears. It would be better than this pain.

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Friday 3:37 PM

You haven't seen Diane since you dropped her off at her house. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe you asked too soon and scared her off. Or, maybe she just didn't see you as anything more than a friend. Maybe you were looking too much into her.

What hurt you more was hearing Diane's voice all day as you taught. These walls were paper thin and it didn't help the situation. You wondered if she thought the same thing.

You were getting ready to leave with the knowledge that this was Diane's last day beside your class. And that she didn't park her car next to yours like she does everyday. It kinda hurt.

No.

It hurt a lot.

You picked up all your things and were heading to the door when someone beat you to it.

"Diane" you couldn't look her in the eye as you spoke. You felt ashamed. You felt embarrassed. "I- I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night?" Diane said, making you awfully perplexed. Had you dreamt last night?

"But you said-"

"I know. I'm sorry."

You stalled for a moment. Maybe you should have gotten to know her better before taking it to the next step. Could she possibly be the type of person who'd manipulate your feelings?

You should say no.

But those big brown eyes and- "Sure then!" You said.

Fuck.

"Alright! It's a date."

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Saturday 4:06 PM

As much as you could try and convince yourself to not get romantically caught up in Diane, you still found yourself stressing over what you're going to wear.

You had an hour to get ready but at this rate, it felt like you needed two. You haven't done your makeup nor your hair either. And maybe you couldn't find anything to wear because you wore all your nicer clothes this week. Hence maybe, just maybe you were dressing a little nicer the days you knew you'd be with Diane.

But an hour later you found yourself in the 'perfect outfit' that you would probably find every little problem with before you stepped into her house.

You shouldn't be so nervous as you already went out on a little 'date' with Diane only a few days ago. But something about be completely alone with her in her house that you never been in made you extremely anxious.

You patted down the invisible wrinkles on your clothes and took a breath before knocking on her door.

It opened a brief second later as if she was waiting right at the door for you. "Hi" you said and were sure she could hear the panic in your voice just as you could.

"Hi! Come in, come in."

She moves to the side so you have enough room to walk in. You noticed her nice blouse with jeans and suddenly, you don't feel overdressed.

Right as you walk in, cold hair hugs you. It’s refreshing and eases you. "You look so pretty" she says and you can hear the click of the door too. It dawns on you that it's just you and Diane. Your neves suddenly start up again.

"Thank you" you resist the urge to look down at your shoes "you look really really pretty too" you didn't have to add the extra really but you did. Maybe it was too much. Maybe you were going to scare her away agai- "Thank you" she smiles, somehow bigger than the one you wore.

"And your house...it's very nice" calm down with the compliments. "Oh you think? Thank you so much."

You follow her into the dining room. Her house is dim and only lit by a few candles and lamps. You wonder if she did that on purpose to set the mood.

She already has dinner on the table, her napkins are folded nicely and there's a pot of roses on the center of the table. Your favorite flower.

"This is so lovely Diane. Did you used to work at a restaurant?" You take a seat that she gestured you to. As she sat down herself, her knee skimmed your own.

"Matter of fact, yes. My early working days" she chuckled and you joined in. You read her quite well.

"I hope you like pasta. I was going nuts figuring out what to make" she chuckled lightly and your heart started beating so loud that it filled the brief silence. You could listen to her over and over again, as a song that you’ve became obsessed with.

"Don't you worry. It's one of my favorite dishes" You reassured and placed you hand on her knee for just a moment. You felt her tense under your touch.

"And red wine?" She picked up the bottle.

"You know me too well." You said as she poured it into your glass then hers. What a gentlewoman.

You both began to eat and you almost hummed at the taste. You weren't aware of her amazing cooking abilities.

"This is so good. I didn't know you were a chef too."

"What can I say. I'm every woman" you let out a belly laugh. This was getting somewhere.

Then you decided to bring up the situation from the other day. It was the only time you were both really alone to discuss it.

"Uh Diane. I just want to say that i'm sorry for the other day. I didn't mean to...scare you away or upset you. I just-" She cut you off, her own hand now on your thigh. "Don't you stress over it. You did nothing wrong." That was all she needed to say for you to believe her. You swore that this woman can hypnotize you, honestly.

A moment of comfortable silence goes by before a knock at the door startled both Diane and yourself. You felt angered that someone ruined the moment.

"I don't know who that could be. I'm not expecting anyone." Diane says as she walks to the door. You weren't trying to be nosy but the dining table is next to the front door.

"Mother" Diane sounds panicked. She never mentioned her mother before and you decided to not ask.

"Diane" the unfamiliar voice is raspy and cold. It sounds nothing like Diane's.

"My daughter, I need money" she sounds desperate and almost as if she's about to cry. You suddenly feel uncomfortable and have the sudden urge to leave. At the same time, you just want to wrap your arms around Diane. You could feel the tension in the air between the two.

"Mother, you've got to be kidding me" Diane is suddenly stern, angry, yet you could still hear the falter in her voice that makes her sound like a scared, frightened child again.

"I haven't seen you in years and suddenly you show up at my door -how did you even get my address- and you ask for money" Diane takes a breath "I cannot do that, mother. I know what you're going to buy with it and I will simple not give you it."

Silence goes by and your afraid that one of them might snap. Your lost in the situation but you have an idea of what Diane is referring to.

"Diane! You ungrateful brat. I knew you wouldn't have changed." You see Diane get pushed back by a force. You couldn’t just sit there in the shadow anymore. You rush over to her side and don't pay any mind to look at Diane's mother. You focus on Diane.

"This must be your girlfriend! I always knew you were one of them" she screams. If it wasn't such an awful situation then you would've been a flustered mess.

"Do not speak to her like that! And most certainly do not put your hands on her" you yelled, finally looking at the woman directly in her eyes. You could tell by her appearance and by the word choices of Diane that this woman must be a drug addict.

"And who do you think you are talking to me like that?" She moves closer to you, so close that you could feel her breath on your face. You can see her blackened teeth.

You push away your nerves and straighten your posture "I suggest you leave before we get the police involved. How do you think that would go down. Do you think that would go down well for you?"

She looks at Diane, then you, then back to Diane. You swore you never saw such an angry face before. And she leaves, making sure to slam the door so hard that you thought it would fall off its hinges.

You take a breath and stay frozen in your position. That is until you heard a sob from Diane.

You turn to see her sitting on the floor, her knees to her chest like a small child.

"Diane-" you crouch down to her level and don't hesitate to wrap your arms around her. She flinched but once she realizes that it's a loving, warm arm opposed to what her mother would feel like, she relaxes.

"Oh Diane, I'm so so sorry" maybe this is why she was afraid to love. Why you 'couldn't love her.' But you still did.

"It's okay" She sniffled and sat on the couch. You followed her. "It's not. That's not right what she said to you and she shouldn't have laid a hand on you either."

"I'm used to it."

You raised a questioning eyebrow but your face softened. You were slowly putting the pieces together. "She hit me up until I moved out. She's a drug addict, that's why. When I first moved out, she would constantly beg me for money and get angry when I wouldn't give her any. It slowly stopped when she got a boyfriend. He would supply her with it. I haven't seen her since then so I don't know why she came back all these years."

A tear slid down her face from recalling the awful memory. You grab her face but so gentle that she could hardly feel. You were scared you would break her like she was an old antique angel.

"...And that's why I ran away from you. I was scared to love someone. Everyone who I love or is supposed to love me either hurts me or goes away" she cried, her warm breath on your face and her lips nearly skimming yours.

You whisper, although alone, you want to make sure Diane knows that this is only for her: "I would never hurt you, no matter how upset or angry I would be. And i'm not planning on leaving anytime soon. I love you, Diane. And i'll do anything to make this known to you."

You're crying too but you don't notice it until a tears falls onto your lap. "You love me" she repeats, mostly to herself. To make herself believe that what she thought was the impossible, is true.

"I love you with my entire heart" You say and it sounds louder and prouder to her as your face is even closer than it was the first time you said it. "And I love you too"

Your lips now grazing Diane's, you waited for her to take the next step, wanting to go at her own pace. But it didn't take long, matter of fact, you didn't even get a single breath in before she was hungrily attacking your lips.

Passionate and affectionate. It felt so right. "I'll always keep you save, my love" you murmured against her lips.

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aight, so I told y'all that I'd be doing this again, and I'm so so sorry @loverofallthingssarah, because I'm like almost done with the next part of his daughter but then my brain decided "hey how about we completely lose our train of thought and instead focus on s m u t"

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Marcia Clark was.....well, she was Marcia Clark. She could be described as many things; honest, fierce, bold, powerful, an absolute force to be reckoned with, confident. So many things. But to you she was just....Marcia. Your Marcia, your sweet, loving, kind Marcia. The woman who would come home at night and give you a tired, weary smile, but still place a soft kiss on your lips and allow you to pull her to the couch to lay her head in your lap or just cuddle for a few hours. The woman who, normally was seen as intimidating and almost mean in nature, would let her shoulders fall and posture relax in order to pull you into her arms the second she saw you.

But she also knew exactly how to get what she wanted. And all it took was a well placed hand and some raspy words mumbled in your ear to have you whimpering and begging. So as you walked through the law office searching for that well-known door, you tried to keep those thoughts out of your head and hold onto the more....appropriate moments. It didn't take you long to arrive at Marcia's door, smiling politely at a few people on the way there. Once you stood in front of the beige wooden door, you rapped your knuckles against it three times, choosing to be polite and wait for permission to enter. Even though you knew you had explicit permission anyway.

A few seconds later you heard the familiar voice of your girlfriend, and smiled unconsciously at the sound. But you quickly placed your hand on the door handle and pushed the thing open, closing it behind you. Casually, you glanced around the office, seeing the blinds already closed, to which you hummed in satisfaction. When you returned your gaze to in front of you, you saw Marcia looking at you curiously, a soft but slightly confused smile on her face. So you smiled back and walked over to her desk, leaning on it and smirking when you saw the woman's eyes briefly flick downwards, as your button-up bagged out, exposing a decent amount of cleavage. "Eyes up here, Clark," you said casually, causing Marcia's eyes to immediately return to yours. Your smirk widened just a little when you saw a very subtle pink color her cheek.

Once you knew she was finally focusing on you and not your boobs, you smiled and said "You look stressed. And tense." Marcia rolled her eyes, though the action wasn't at all hostile. She then shrugged and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and rubbing her fingers over them roughly. You gave her a concerned glance that she couldn't see, but still ambled around her desk to easily slide into her lap; the action caused the brunette's hands to fall from her face and her eyes to open, slightly wider than usual. But you just smiled and pressed your forehead against hers, eyes closed, and carefully coiled your arms around her neck. It only took a few seconds for the woman's posture to fall and her tense muscles to relax under your touch, her own arms coming to your waist.

You two sat like that for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The silence was comfortable, as your fingers toyed with her hair and Marcia's traced absent shapes on your hips and lower back. But eventually you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. You looked at your girlfriend for a moment before pulling back; her long lashes that hid her hazel eyes from the world, slightly unruly bangs (probably from running her fingers through them too much), full lips that you'd felt moving against yours countless times, and her alabaster skin that would light up in a blush whenever you complimented her. Eventually, once you finished admiring the woman, you smiled and pressed your lips to hers.

Marcia responded in time, immediately tilting her head up to better access your mouth. It was soft and slow, but still expressed just how much you loved her without even having to say it. She knew, of course, but it was these little moments when you were both reminded of that feeling. As you lazily brought your tongue to roll over Marcia's, feeling the little shuttered breath she let out at the feeling, your hands began to wander a bit. From her neck they slid across her shoulders, down her biceps. From there they fell from her arms to her stomach, tripping your fingers against each rib bone before returning to her chest and absently fiddling with the top button of her shirt. Marcia hummed against your lips and mumbled "Not at work, darling," and you smirked wickedly.

Pulling away from her mouth you gave her a sly smile before attacking her neck. The woman apparently hadn't been expecting that, so her head tipped back in her chair automatically, revealing to you even more skin just begging to be bitten. However, as much as you wanted to do so, you knew the rules. No marks in visible places, as it could be taken the wrong way at her place of work. Especially since that was exactly where you were right now. So you settled for just nipping lightly and lavishing the brunette's neck with kisses. You felt her chest expand under your hands that remained at her collarbone, breath a bit shakier than normal. You hummed into her neck before slowly but surely trailing your mouth down and to her collar bone, sucking just a little harder there but nowhere near hard enough to bruise.

Soon you got bored and mumbled "I think I have an idea to....relax you. What do you say, hm?" You pulled back at the end of the statement to hold already charged eye contact with Marcia. Her eyes were already darkening and that's when you knew there was no way she would be denying you. And you were assured that you were right when the woman's right hand came up and yanked your head back by your hair to whisper in your ear "You better make it quick or you're going to be begging for me tonight." You tried not to whimper as her fingers tightened a bit, and choked out "Yes ma'am." Marcia hummed in satisfaction and finally released your hair, gently running her fingers over your now stinging scalp for a moment before she gestured for you to continue, which you did without hesitation.

Placing a few more chaste kisses to her chest and dragging your tongue between the valley of her breasts that was just barely revealed by her shirt. Before long you were slipping off her lap and onto your knees in front of her. Marcia broke eye contact first in favor of tipping her head back and closing her eyes, patiently waiting for you to get on with it. And you did; now that the older woman had moved her eyes away, you allowed yourself to do the same, instead focusing on the task in front of you. Unable to stop yourself, you gently brushed your fingertips across her sheer stockings, trailing up her calves and enjoying the way her muscles tensed momentarily under your touch.

But you quickly stopped the distracting actions, remembering what Marcia had said earlier; you really didn't want to find out what she meant. So you instead used your hands to hitch her skirt up before sliding them up her thighs, not wasting a moment in pushing her panties to the side. You licked your lips and swallowed roughly to try and wet your suddenly very dry throat at the sight of her glistening center. It was a view that you would never tire of, no matter how many times you saw it. It took no coaxing from Marcia for you to groan deep in your throat and bury your face between her legs. The sudden pleasure that came from you immediately latching your mouth to her clit caused the brunette to pull in a sharp, hissing breath through her teeth.

Her hand instinctively came to rest on your head, holding you there gently. The familiar weight made you hum, and the vibrations that it sent sparking through Marcia's body made her shudder. Under your palms, her thigh muscles tightened as you continued your assault, swirling your tongue around in indistinct patterns and shapes. Unfortunately for you, before you could do anything more, you were forced to skitter under Marcia's desk and her to push her chair back with it as a voice called out "Marcia?" through the door. The woman hissed a curse and tried to compose herself before calling back "Yes, come on in." You chuckled under your breath at the sound of her voice cracking at the end of her sentence, but her hand quickly slipped under the desk for just long enough to sharply tug on a lock of your hair, making you jerk. The message was clear: "Shut up."

But you couldn't read (the name's Jared, 19), so as the voices above you continued on, you casually returned to your spot between the prosecutor's legs, hands resting on her knees, hence holding them apart, and dragged your tongue through her folds. Tuning back into the conversation occurring on the other side of the desk, you smirked against Marcia as you heard her voice crack and her breath hitch at the movement. Continuing and not taking heed of any of the warning bells ringing loudly in your head and telling you to stop while you were ahead, you pushed forward. "Chris, what are yo-ou needing, exac-actly?" Marcia's voice shook and from your position you could just barely see the redness creeping up her neck.

The man, Chris apparently, stopped talking and instead questioned her, asking "You alright, Marcia? You seem a little, eh...red." Marcia let out a forced chuckle but shrugged his comment off with the excuse of it just being a bit warm. Bullshit. Meanwhile, you aimed to get her to fully fuck something up, so you moved your right hand from the woman's leg to run through the wetness that was slowly but surely increasing in amount. Once you knew your fingers were suitably wet, you easily teased at her entrance, waiting to see exactly what she would do to excuse this one. Slowly, you slipped a single digit inside of her, making her let out a quiet, shuttered breath. Chris didn't seem to notice as he continued explaining...something. You didn't know what it was nor did you care.

With a gradually increasing pace, you eventually added a second finger, and Marcia's entire body tensed. Unable to hold her words she breathed "oh god," in the middle of a sentence, and this time Chris actually did stop running his mouth for a while. Again he said "Are you sure you're alright? I can come back--" "It's fine. I'm just not fee-fuck-eeling the greatest." And though paired with another tight smile and dismissive gesture, the man finally seemed to get the hint; in perfect time as you added a third finger and began to really pick up the speed, matching your thrusts with your tongue that once again circled the woman's clit. As Marcia's thighs trembled on either side of you, she breathed out "I'll talk to you la-ater Chris."

A second later you heard the sound of footsteps fading as Chris left the office in a most likely confused state. The moment the door closed behind the guy Marcia pulled her chair out and ripped you up her body by your hair to sink her teeth into your pulse point. The sudden pain made your movements stutter, but as soon as you recovered and the feeling faded to a dull throb, it moved impossibly faster. Coupled with your hand flattening down and allowing the heel of your palm to put pressure on her clit, you finally felt Marcia clench around your fingers. Her mouth left your neck as her own bent drastically backwards, her orgasm washing over her body in intense waves. Perhaps it was the risk, perhaps the anger that now rested in her soul for you disobeying and doing something like that in front of her coworker, but the feeling felt even stronger this time. The woman's spine bowed and her hands tightened in a vice grip on your hair.

The only sound she let out was a choked, almost sob-like "fuck!" and it made you smirk a little bit. You slowed down gradually and helped her ride out the high until she had finally relaxed, slumping down in her chair as her chest heaved. You removed your fingers and, as soon as the brunette's hand left your hair, falling down onto her leg, you slid back down to your knees to collect all of the liquid that spilled from her body before it could escape or ruin her clothes. As soon as you were satisfied, you glanced up at Marcia through your lashes, to see her already glaring down at you. When she felt your mouth stop moving, she once again pulled you up and let you stumble onto her lap with a quiet yelp. She molded her mouth to yours in an angry, heated kiss that left you breathless before muttering words that made you freeze in place.

"Oh, you really fucked up this time, y/n."

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